I'm back! This chapter is super long because I'm in the habit of Ao3, which are longer chapters. Hope you enjoy!
Trigger Warnings: Wilbur kind of force kisses Schlatt. It's more dubcon, but whatever
The room was dark when I woke up. Someone- Wilbur was cuddling me. He had one arm wrapped underneath me, hand on my hip, the other hand was holding his phone. My head was on his chest. Disgusting. I pushed off of him. He smiled at me, despite the harsh look in my eyes.
"The fuck were you doing? I never agreed to cuddle with you." Wilbur shrugs. "What time is it?" I reach for my phone in my pocket. Hold on. Am I wearing different clothes? That creep! "Did you fucking change my clothes, you ass!" Wilbur's smile fades
"It's 12pm. You were shifting uncomfortably so I put you in more comfortable clothes. My clothes." I give him a glare. "I wouldn't do anything sexual when you were unconscious, Princess." Yeah right. Like he would miss a chance to see me naked. "It's about time for lunch. Are you hungry?" I'm not giving him the satisfaction
"You know what, bitch? I'm tired of this hospitality bull. You fucking kidnapped me and you're acting like I wanted to be here. Like I even love you anymore! You're such a creep!" That seems to piss him off. Too bad. I'm not finished. "This is the exact reason we broke up. You're a lying, manipulative bitch who doesn't care about my emotions! You probably only want my body. I'm surprised anyone even loves you at all! I mean-" He pushes me down on the bed, moving to be on top of me so I cant escape
"Listen here, Schlatt. You're going to listen to me. I decide what you can and can't do. I can make it so you have to walk around nude. I can force myself on you. I can drug you. I suggest not annoying me from now on. Got it?" I don't answer. He's super intimidating. It also doesn't help that we're in sex position. He's right. He can do all that shit. What was I thinking? I nod, looking away. "Good. Now, in exchange for me not punishing you, I want a kiss." A kiss? Prime, he's gotten psychotic. But whatever. One peck won't hurt.
I turn my head towards him. He leans down, connecting our lips. Just pretend it's someone else. Just pretend it's someone else. He makes the kiss more heated. He licks at my lip, but I don't allow him entrance. Seemingly annoyed, he breaks the kiss. I attempt to sit up, but he pushes me back down. "Not yet, Princess." He kisses me again, this time biting at my lip. Not very hard, but it still kind of hurts. If it will get this to stop, I might as well. I open my lips a small amount and he forces his tongue inside. This feels wrong. His tongue explores everywhere in my mouth. Get off. Please. He finally breaks away and gets off me. "I'll let you know when dinner is ready." He leaves.
I get up and grab some clothes from the closet. Will's clothes. Whatever. I check to make sure they'll fit and go to the bathroom to the side of the room, closing the door. I lock it and get undressed. I need to get this filthy feeling off my skin. I turn on the shower to a slightly cool temperature. Wilbur knocks on the door. Prick. "Don't come in. What do you want." He doesn't speak. "Well?"
"Do you want me to grab some clothes from your room? Mine might not fit that well." That would be nice. But he would have to walk in. "I can leave them outside. I swear it'll be normal clothes." Fine.
"You may." I can hear him walking away. The shower should be good now. Around 10 minutes later, Wilbur knocks on the door again. "In the shower!" I yell. I hear the door open. The glass is frosted so he can't see me. This bastard. He places down clothes and some things I can't see. "You bastard! Get out!
"I apologize, princess. Dinner should be ready by the time you get out." He leaves quickly. What a bitch
When I get out, I can see that the things he left was the stuff I use for my hair. Must of bought them after stalking me. Whatever. I use them, change into my clothes, and style my hair. Good. My hair is fading. Who cares? Will knows my real hair color and it's not like I'll be leaving anytime soon. I walk out of the bathroom, not bothering to clean up. Soot can do that. Wilbur is in the kitchen, putting chili in bowls. I remember he made some good chili. Back then, he wasn't bad. Sure, he had some obsessive tendencies, but it wasn't excessive like it is now. We were good. But he cheated. For some stupid salmon shape shifter. Fundy turned out alright. Despite having a distant father and having to transition without his father's help, he seems fine. Well, fine, given the circumstances
"I see you're out." Will says, turning towards me. He hands me a bowl, which I put on the table. He takes his bowl and place it beside mine. Our dinner is quiet and the food is good. Once I finish, I take my bowl to the kitchen and wash it. Will does as well. I watch him wash it. This still doesn't feel real. He places the dish on the drying mat and drys his hands. After, he advances towards me and I back up. Not again. Please not again. I hit the counter and he still advances. There's little space between us by the time he stops walking. He leans down, lips barely apart from mine. I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away
"I can't... I can't do that with you. It feels wrong." Wilbur frowns, but moves away.
"That's fine, Princess. I'm not going to demand you kiss me, unless it's to make up for something. Want to watch a movie?" That was... Actually nice. I'm about to apologize when I stop myself. This manipulative bitch. I know this strategy. Offer and argue for something higher so something less will seem easy and good. I use it all the time. Instead of kissing, he'll offer cuddles. Damn. And that doesn't sound too bad as well. I haven't been dating anyone since... Since, well, him
"Sure. What movie?" Wilbur shrugs. Guess I'm picking then. He grabs a blanket from a closet and sits on the couch. I grab the remote and sit beside him. Horror or thriller will work. I turn on A Quiet Place
"Good movie choice." He lays down, so I sit up. "Come cuddle." It's only for the movie. As much as I don't want to admit it, Wilbur is a good cuddler. Not like I'll tell him that. I lay down next to him, as the couch is wide. I put my head on his chest and pull the blanket up to my neck. He grabs my hand with the one closest to the edge. He starts playing with my hair. I didn't realize how tired I was. It's fine. He won't mind if I sleep. I hear a whisper as I'm drifting off
"I'm sorry, Princess. Love you." Sorry? What is he sorry about? Worries for later. Right now, sleep
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