wilbur soot x y/n

chapter twenty-nine

Y/N POV;

Wrong.

Wilbur fell asleep the moment he stopped gliding his fingers through my hair. That's the only reason I realized Wil was asleep. I had been awoken by the sudden stop of motion, seeing as that was the only thing keeping me asleep.

I saw Niki and Puffy snuggling with each other , both of them likely asleep or close to it, and saw Bad and Skeppy watching some YouTube video on one of their phone. The driver was the only one who looked awake and energetic. They kept looking back at their phone which showed the directions to where we would stay.

When they noticed I had awoken and wasn't on my phone, they waved a bit.

"How was that flight of yours? The one with pink hair said somethin' about a few hour flight from Brighton but fell asleep before finishing their sentence." They explained. I took note of the fact that they used gender neutral terms for Niki and had a sticker on the dashboard that read 'Hi, my name is Charles-Elizabeth and I am someone who uses all pronouns :)'

I smiled a bit at the small doodle at the end and decided to try to keep the conversation up. My mind slowly began to fog up when he asked where I'm from.

"Oh, it's actually-shit, it's actually only an hour or so from here." I mumbled. Realization had stricken through me like a lightning bolt in that moment. I was so close, too close, to where I was born.

"Oh, sorry if that made you upset! You seemed like you were from some nice place in the country, y'know?" The driver replied, an ounce of regret in their voice. I sort of realized their name is one of the more powerful names I've heard a non-binary person name themself.

"Oh, it's fine. I am sort of from a countryside, but a super conservative one, sadly. I ran away when I was seventeen and moved in with my aunt in Brighton." I replied, trying to keep a cheerful smile. Charles-Elizabeth obviously didn't buy it but tried to match the energy as well as xe could.

"That sucks that you had to do that, but I'm glad you seemed to have found a good group of friends!" They replied. I realized that we were only a few minutes away so I excused myself from the conversation to wake Wilbur and the girls.

I poked Wil in the face several times, watching as he slightly twitched. After about the twentieth poke, he smiled and softly bit the end of my finger. I giggled a bit and placed a gentle kiss on his nose before crawling over him to nudge the others awake.

After a minute or so, everyone was awake enough to get inside and through themselves onto their bed. I think that was improvement.

We bid goodbye to Charles-Elizabeth, who wished everyone a safe vacation and a happy life. We wished the same to them and more. I think they were one of the nicest uber drivers I will ever meet, I though to myself.

I hauled my suitcase and backpack out of the boot of the van and waved to Charles-Elizabeth one last time before we shut the door and watched as xe pulled out of the driveway. I waved at them and they waved back, watching as they slowly faded into the traffic.

They were pretty amazing, I decided. That was about the last coherent thought I had while standing, seeing as I crashed on the bed the second Wil claimed it. He fell in shortly after, but couldn't fall asleep quite as quickly as I could. It still took me another twenty minutes to fall asleep to go over everything that had happened that day.

I saw Blu for the first time since I ran away. It had been a day since Karl had attacked me in a hug. It had been a day since Dream and I argued. It's been a day since I felt like Dream could've outed me if he wanted to. That was the real reason I came out. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn't want Dream to have something so powerful to use against me.

Jesus, I just realized it's only been a day since I met up with Tech in real life. That felt sort of incorrect, but it definitely all was in one day. Though I have no idea how. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with him in these three weeks before he had to go home. Before I had to go home.

It still felt odd in my head to be calling Brighton home. I've been living here for six or seven years, and yet it still felt wrong in my mind. (I also realized I messed up some years and dates and what not in previous chapters, so I'll go fix that after I release this chapter or at least try to but it's nearly midnight on Christmas Eve, so I may not get that done till tomorrow or Tuesday or something) It felt like I was mocking my family, which I would normally do without hesitation, but it felt like something else as well. Like laughing in the face of my childhood.

In all fairness, I don't remember much before the age of eleven either. Thank you, mind, for blocking all the trauma and not letting me remember anything about what my childhood was. Probably my parents trying to beat the gayness out of me, but that was fine. It's all fine.

I like life right now. It's been going pretty well for awhile. I just hope I didn't jinx it.

Finally I was able to settle down properly after getting those thoughts from my mind. I let my mind relax and focus on the sounds across the room. The heater turning on, Wil breathing in my ear lightly, the muffled footsteps of friends passing outside the door to get themselves used to their home for the next few weeks.

It would be fine. Maybe I wouldn't feel any dysphoria like I did literally every winter before. Literally every day before. Even now, I felt parts of me wanting to sink into sadness.

No, that's a problem for tomorrow-me, I decided. Finally, I let the sweetness of sleep take over me. That was something I always look forward to. Falling asleep tucked against Wilbur and hearing our soft breathing slow down as we begin to slumber. It was a nice feeling.