Iplier Egos x reader one shots

Wilford x reader - Problems

(Y/n) sat on a bench and checked her phone for the upteenth time, hoping to find some message from her boyfriend explaining why he hadn't arrived for their date. Her lock screen, showing the two of them smiling on the cart of a Ferris wheel, remained bare, not showing any new messages. Such a waste of a happy memory.

Tears began to obstruct (Y/n)'s vision. How many times had this happened before? How many times did she sit at a table or wait outside of a building for a man who would fail to show up?

(Y/n) knew he was toxic and that she should just dump him and save what was left of her heart, but she couldn't bring herself to pull through with the impending break up. He was one of the only people who would actually put up with her weirdness. She should've just walked away.

The (Y/n) and her boyfriend had been dating since highschool, so all together they've been in a relationship for about 7 years. She expected him to propose any day now, but instead of a ring she didn't even get a phone call or a text. He had been pulling away since their freshman year of college. (Y/n) blamed it on exams and their jobs, but now she realized he just didn't care.

As she came to this conclusion she began to cry. (Y/n) pulled up her messaging app and texted him.

(Y/n): I hate you

To her suprise, he texted back a few seconds later.

(Bf/n): What do you mean?

(Y/n): This is the sixth time in a row you've stood me up on a date. I hate you and I'm breaking up with you

(Bf/n): Come on baby, don't be like that

(Bf/n): We can work this out

She blocked his number before she could give a second thought.

"Are you okay, miss. You seem rather upset." A slightly slurred voice behind her asked. (Y/n) turned around and was surprised to see a tall black haired man with a pink mustache looking at her expectantly.

"M-me?"

"Yes you." He said, booping her on the nose. "What's a cute bean like you doing with a frown and tears on your face? And the way you're dressed up, are you here for a date?" (Y/n) blushed and looked down. "My boyfriend stood me up. He was supposed to meet me here two hours ago and won't reply to any of my texts or calls. It's not the first time he's done this either so I broke up with him. I guess I'm just a bit upset."

The strange man sat down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Well that's understandable, but don't waste tears on a jerk like him. If he didn't care about you, then you don't have to care about him. He just isn't worth it and you deserve better."

Some more tears spilled down (Y/n)'s cheeks and dropped onto the back of her hands. "That's easy for you to say. He and I were in a relationship for over five years so I can't just automatically get over him. It's just not that simple."

"I understand that. Love is a difficult thing. It makes you blind and at times clouds your judgment." Explained the man as he turned (Y/n)'s face to look at him. "But when love is lost it doesn't mean you can't find it again."

"But who would love me? I'm weird. It's a miracle I ever got into a relationship in the first place." My consoler smirked. "You're weird? Just look at me. I'm a grown man with a pink mustache and an accent even I can't recognize, and I'm from America! I don't think you can get much weirder than that." (Y/n) laughed softly, though it was almost coughed out because she was nearly choking on her tears.

"Who told you that you couldn't be loved because you were weird?" He asked suddenly, making (Y/n) go silent again. The man frowned, not asking again but seeming to understand the unsaid answer. "What if I were able to prove that wrong?" She looked toward him again in confusion. "What?