Rest Now: A Wilford Warfstache X Reader (Complete)

Chapter Eight

Wilford's Point of View:
I don't understand! She's a hostage, but I'm being nice to her. I'm going soft...
"Fuck," I stood from the couch, striding to my room. I ran a hand through my hair, a habit I didn't care for. I closed the door to my room, and sighed. "Okay. Let's think about this rationally. (Y/N) is my hostage. She has some past issues. I seem to have developed... feelings. For her," I growled. Now I'm even more confused!
I started to pace between the bed and the closet. "What do people do when they like someone?" I tapped my chin thoughtfully, staring at the carpet underfoot. "They go on dates, right?" I thought back to the romantic movies Mark would watch. "Yeah. A date," I ran my hand through my hair, then growled, dropping it.
Okay. I can do that.

(Y/N) Point of View:
After Wilford left, I stood and went to the bathroom. I took my pills with a sigh, shaking all thoughts of my past away. Once done, I went back out to find Wilford back on the computer, mumbling to himself and scribbling on a peice of paper.
"Something important?"
His face turned red as he faced me, and a panicked look passed over his face. "You could say that."
I frowned. "Do you need help?"
Wilford's eyes widened. "No," he said quickly, then turned back to the computer.
I watched him for a minute, then shrugged. Weirdo...
Turning, I went to my room, making sure to lock the door behind me. I changed into a pair of black shorts, and a purple tank top with a see-through, dark grey tee shirt. When I went back out, Wilford was standing in the living room, looking nervous. "Is everything alright, Wilford? You're acting strange."
He fiddled with his suspender, nodding. "Y-yeah. I just need to get out of the house," he paused, then said slowly. "Would you like to come with me?"
I frowned. This is... new.
Wilford rarely leaves the house, let alone ask me if I want to come.
I nodded hesitantly. "Yes."
Relief passed over his eyes. "Good, good. Get your shoes on, (Y/N), I will wait outside," he left hurriedly, closing the front door behind him.
Shaking my head, I pulled on my black flats, then stepped outside, locking the door behind me. "Ready?" I asked, turning to face the 'stached man.
He nodded, looking at the street. "Yeah."
"Do you have a set place to go to, or are we just walking around?"
He ran a hand through his hair, starting to walk. "Do you have a preference?"
I walked beside him, and shrugged. "If you just want to walk around, then I was going to suggest getting ice cream later. It's really hot out here," I waved my hand around in the humid, hot, breezeless air. "And ice cream is perfect for hot days."
Wilford nodded, slowly, thinking. "Sure. Sounds fine."
I swung my arms as I walked, smiling. Yes! Ice cream!
"Do you... like... ice cream?"
I nodded, my grin widening. "I love ice cream! I like the chocolate ones the best, though."
Wilford smiled as well, finally relaxing. "I'll have to try some."
We walked in silence, the sound of our footsteps, passing cars, and barking dogs the only sounds around. We passed a playground where some children played. I stopped, and smiled at them.
"Do you like kids?"
I shook my head. "No. Not really. I just like to watch them play sometimes, when they're at their most innocent. It makes me look back at the small amount of childhood I had," my smile slipped. "And just wish I had more time."

Wilford's Point of View:
"And just wish I had more time."
I blinked at her. Is she talking about her abuse? She's in college now, so I assumed it happened a while ago... did it start when she was young? Like... really young?
Slowly, I reached an arm around her shoulders, then pulled her closer, starting to walk again. She stumbled slightly, but regained her footing. She looked up at me, her beautiful, (E/C) eyes wide in shock.
(Y/N) smiled, leaning against me. "Thanks."
I nodded slightly.
(Y/N) is so broken... why do I want to fix her? Why do I feel like I need to fix her? To take all of her broken pieces, and glue them together? To take her shattered heart, and mend it back to new? To bring a brighter light to her sparkling, (E/C) eyes? To make her feel loved, and wanted?
I tightened my hold, sighing.
"Are you alright, Wilford?"
"Yeah. I'm just... thinking."
(Y/N) glanced up at me, a small smile on her lips. "We're almost there."
We were dowtown, passing a skate shop. Looking ahead, I could see a sign that read Lollie's Ice Cream. The store itself was relatively small, and there were only a few costumers inside. We stepped inside, the cold air nice. A middle aged lady with long, brown hair served an older counter, a large smile on her face the whole time.
"Have a nice day," she waved as they left.
"Hey, Lollie," (Y/N) said, pulling away from me.
The lady, Lollie, spun, then pratically screamed. She rushed out from behind the counter, then squeezed (Y/N) tightly.
(Y/N) giggled, hugging her as well. "It's nice to see you, too."
"I haven't seen you in forever! You've been hiding from me!"
(Y/N) pulled away, smiling. "School has me hiding in my house."
Lollie laughed, then turned to me, her smile widening. "Who is this, (Y/N)?"
She blushed, looking off to the left. "Lollie, this is Wilford. Wilford, this is Lollie."
I reached out and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Ooh," she winked at (Y/N). "Quite the gentle man you picked up. Alright, I'm guessing you two want some ice cream?"
(Y/N) nodded, eyes brightening. "Two of the usual, Lollie."
Lollie laughed loudly, going back behind the counter. "Yeah, yeah. Coming right up!"
She scooped some chocolate ice cream into a waffle cone, then handed it to (Y/N). She did the same with the other, then handed it to me. "On the house, you two. Oh, and Wilford?"
"Yes?"
She gestured me closer.
Hesitantly, I stepped closer, leaning down to hear her.
"If I ever catch wind that you've hurt (Y/N) in any way, I will personally hunt you down, and kill you with my bare hands. She's been through enough shit as it is, she doesn't need another bastard in her life."
I'd probably kill you first...
I nodded. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Lollie smiled. "Good, good. Now go on. She needs ya more than you think."
I straightened, nodding, then spun, pulling (Y/N) close. She waved bye to Lollie, then happily started to lick her ice cream. I followed suit, but going more slowly. Looking down, I found a spot of chocolate on her nose.
She's so cute...
Leaning over, I lightly, licked it off.
She blushed, her eyes widening.
Pulling back, my face becoming red. "Y-you had some ice cream on your nose."
(Y/N) laughed, leaning closer. "Come here."
Confused, I bowed my head, then froze as her slightly parted lips met my cheek. Her tongue flicked out. Pulling back, she giggled, her face red.
"Ice cream."
Holy hell...

She... is so... adorable.