DreamSMP Members One Shots (x reader[F])

His Alternative [Wilbur x Reader]

Hello! Sorry it's been a little bit, I've just started going to school again and it's been a little stressful. Plus it was my sisters birthday this past weekend, and mine happens to be tomorrow so I didn't have my usual free time. This one happens to be angst with a happy ending, I've never really written angst before though so I'm sorry if it isn't great, but I tired. Anyways, as always, I hope you enjoy. ;)

Key for this Chapter

(Y/F/B)- Your favorite breakfast

(Y/N)- Your name (I hope you would know this by now XD)

(Y//N/N)- Your nickname 

YOUR POV (3rd POV)

You were awoken by the bright shining sun in your vision. You mentally cursed yourself for leaving the blinds open last night. You were wishing, no longing, for another couple minutes of sleep. But you knew you had to get up and be productive.

You sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes to try and get the sleep out of them. Then you glanced around the room, eyes drifting from the full laundry basket to the drawers filled with clothes. Then they finally landed on the empty spot right next to you on the bed.

You outwardly sighed, getting frustrated with your boyfriend, Wilbur. All he does lately is stream. It was like nothing else made him happy anymore. He was constantly on his computer. Whether he was editing, streaming, talking to his friends, or recording a video. It was like he didn't even care about your presence. You brought him food, you brought him whatever the hell he needed. But he just ignores you, mumbling a 'thanks' every once in a while. The most he's said to you in the past two week is probably a couple of sentences.

It looked like today was no different. He never even sleeps in the same damn bed as you anymore and the pain it causes you just gets worse and worse everyday. Were you not enough for him anymore? Has he fallen out of love with you to the point where he doesn't notice you?

When it had first started, you thought nothing of it, just that he was having an off day or something. Then it didn't stop. He kept repeating his actions. You didn't know what you were going to do anymore.

You snapped out of your thoughts, only to feel tears dripping down the length of your face. You weren't full on sobbing, but it was the kind of pain where you felt as if your heart was shattering and breaking into a million pieces. To the point that you just wanted to go back to sleep and pretend this isn't your life right now. And that you had a wonderful boyfriend who was there for you, and cared for you. You knew deep down that Wilbur still cared, hopefully. He just wasn't showing it at all.

You gently wiped away the tears from your face and looked up at the ceiling. You had read somewhere that looking up while feeling like you're about to cry or are crying helps prevent any droplets from spilling. So that's exactly what you did, staring up at the ceiling fan going in repetitive circles.

When you felt the feeling of sadness melt away, you begrudgingly stood up from the warmth of yours and Wilburs bed. Then you made it more organized, fixing the sheets and placing the throw pillows back on the bed in an orderly fashion.

As soon as you were done making the bed, you changed into some comfortable clothes to lounge around the apartment in. You found some of Wilburs old sweatpants that he no longer wears anymore because he's too tall, and grabbed one of his shirts to wear as well.

You missed him. So much. He'd been there with you in the same area, sure, but that's not what you craved, what you needed. You wanted to feel loved and wanted in your own apartment! However you were feeling anything but. You hated it, the atmosphere felt colder, it felt more empty, and it was most definitely lonely.