Mine? Forever?||Wilbur x reader

⟨Frantic kisses⟩

The day started like any other. Wake up, groaning into your pillow for a minute or two. Then getting up to brush your teeth and shower. It was pretty simple honestly. That was until you realized the time. Fuck. 7:55? You've missed the bus and now have to walk to school, because you live alone. Why? Because your parents want you to experience what it's like to be in a house by yourself 24/7. It wasn't that bad though, you had company in your quite strange choice in house pets. Two vailed chameleons. It was simple to care for them. Feed them once a day, clean their separate enclosures, spray thier enclosures if they aren't humid enough. Aside from those you also have two cats. They have to be separated due to the fact that one of them will beat the shit out of the other. But that's not important. As of right now, you need to book it to school. Wait, what day is it? You take your phone from it's snug place within your pocket, it's, Saturday. You fucking imbecile.

You sighed to yourself. God, you're fucking stupid. You turn around to head back home, that was until you realized you were lost. Shit. Today's fantastic huh?
You repeatedly repremand yourself as you try and navigate back to your home like the lost child you are.

”Hey girlie!”
That's an awfully familiar gruff voice. You turn. Oh how lovely, it's Jared.
”Jared how many times have I told you? I'm not-..”
You were cut off.
”Im NoT a  gIrL iM a BoY sToP mIsgEndErInG mE!!1!” he mocked you. You already had top and bottom surgery plus the testosterone you needed to be masculine. This man whore just doesn't get it. You turned to walk off. You knew better than to hang around him. You felt an arm snake around your waist. And a body press up against your own. Jared's gonna die today. You hated having to use the self-defense tactics you were taught but you had no choice. You just, had to. His other hand was in your reach so you grabbed at it, once in your grasp you fooled him into letting his guard down. Then you got him in the dick. With a very hard kick. Then you booked it, getting even more lost than you already are. 

You felt as if you'd been running forever, so you took refuge in a coffee shop. With a sigh you searched though your bag, since you were here you may as well get something. Luckily, you remembered to bring money with you. Before you stood up there was a young man who bursted though the door. His brown hair curly, yet very messy. This clothing seemed ruffled and by reading his stance and facial expression he was in destress. His dark yet fear filled brown eyes seemed like they were going to pop out of their sockets.  He looked at you. It almost seemed like his eyes were pleading for you to help him. You waved him over as he threw on a dark colored hoodie and pulled the hood up. Without explanation he kissed you. It was rather rough, and he was shaking as he held onto you, his grip was so tight you tight onto your waist you thought he was going to pop you like a balloon. You soon realized why he did this though, as a kid from your school bursted in. It was the well known 'dont fuck with me I'll fuck you up' kid. Jonah. He was everybody's bully. He looked around, as he did this, the male kissing you got on top of you, started to have a quite aggressive make out session with you. While hiding you from Jonah.
”That fucking twat isn't here! Whatever. I'll find him.”
Jonah lashed out with anger and what sounded like a tad bit of spite. You heard as the male left and stormed off, trying to locate who every he was looking for.

Finally, the male on top of you pulled away, leaving a string of saliva between you. The two of you panting rather heavily. You can tell your face was flushed with a a light pick coat across your cheeks, while he was red in the face. As soon as he catches his breath he apologized profusely for his actions. He knows what he did was wrong. And forced, and that he shouldn't have done it. He offered to pay for what you were going to order as an apology. You couldn't help but accept that he was going to do this. He came back after a few minutes with your order and his own order. You two hung out in since then left together. That's when you admitted that you were lost.
”So,where do you live?” The taller British male asked
”Oh uhm, the apartments by The Corner Store.” you guessed.
”Oh, yeah I live there.” the boy said, looking at you.
”Do you know how to get there from here?” you asked.
He simply hummed as he outstretched his hand, for you to take. Because he was being quiet a gentleman you took it. He led you though unfamiliar alleyways and streets. It only became familiar when he stood proudly Infront of the flats front office. ”Thank you, my good sir.” you said with a curtsey. He chuckled and copied your manner in his own reply. ”You are quite welcome.” you both chuckled at each other. As this ended you turned to head off to your own flat, the one you called home.
”Wait. Aren't you going to offer me a peak into your home?”
Turning, it was the boy from a moment earlier.
”What on earth makes you think I'd do that? I don't even know your name!” you exclaimed, his face dusted a pink in embarrassment. He shoot his had slightly, his fluffy looking curls dancing as he did so. 
”R-right sorry. My name is Wilbur, Wilbur soot.”
He said. Then tilted his head.
”What's yours?”
”Oh, mine is,,, Y/N.”
With that you led him to your flat, hesitantly.

The two of you walked, joking and messing with each other the whole way to your flat. It didn't take long for you both to realize you were standing on the porch of your flats entrance.
”Well, worm..”