Rest Now: A Wilford Warfstache X Reader (Complete)

Chapter Four

(Y/N) Point of View:

   It had been three days since Wilford came to live with me. He let me go to College, and go out shopping, but he branded my shoulder with a pink, pixel-ated  W. He said it was to know where I was going at all times. He didn't want me going to the police... and I couldn't call. He took my phone. Unlocking my door, I sighed as I strode in. Wilford had taken permanent residence at my place, and actually kept it really clean, but I wanted alone time. And he wouldn't give it to me.

   As of now, Wilford sat at the dinning table, on the computer.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "Going through your stuff. These are very interesting books you have been making," he mumbled around his hand which propped his head up.

   I blushed, embarrassment and anger starting to bubble up in my chest. "Y-You're reading my books?"

   He nodded. "Yeah. They're nice."

   I unclenched my hands as he said that. They're... nice? "Really?" I said quietly.

   "Yeah. Do I need to repeat myself?"

   "No," I went to my room and closed the door. I've shown those books to my family, and all they had to give me was criticism. I haven't shown anyone those books since... I wasn't expecting something nice. I was in shock.

   A tear slipped down my cheek as I smiled. Thank you, Wilford...

Wilford Warfstache Point of View:

   After I said that, (Y/N) went to her room. She almost looked like she was going to cry, but that's ridiculous. I said something nice! I growled, then stood. I should check on her. Going to her room, I opened the door, and froze.

   She wiped some tears away, smiling. "Do you need something, Wilford?"

   "Uh... You're smiling... and crying," I said, confused.

   She tilted her head. "Yeah?"

   "Th-that makes no since."

   She laughed. "Sorry. I'm just really happy, that's all. Happy enough to cry," she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I need to change."

   I left quickly, then rubbed my temples. "Confusing women...." I frowned, then burst back into her room. "Warstache don't take no sh-!"

   (Y/N) turned, her shirt covering her chest. Her face was bright red and full of shock. ""G-get out! Stop staring!"

   "S-sorry!" I slammed the door closed, then placed a hand over my mouth as my cheeks started to burn. What is this... feeling? My heart was beating faster, and my breath came short. Was this... love? Like in (Y/N)'s stories?