Skittle Bomb
Word count: 1k
Warnings: death, implied death, jealousy, mentions of alcohol
Mob boss Wilbur? Being protective of the reader when other people hit on her perhaps?
Somebody was about to lose a finger, or an eye, Wilbur hadn't decided yet. He ground his teeth together as he watched you con a free drink out of an older gentlemen. A skittle bomb. Wilbur should have been used to it, you did it all the time. But with the way that man was looking at you it made Wilbur want to tear his throat out. Actually. That wouldn't be such a bad idea if he could just- "Wilbur?" A soft voice made him look up.
"My angel," he purred.
You had recognized the look in his face. More than likely he had already come up with twenty-seven different ways to kill the man you flirted with. One way including setting him ablaze with a molotov, you were sure of it. Wilbur grasped your hand kissing your knuckles gently. His lips warm against your cool skin. "I wish you would stop flirting with others, i could have bought you anything you wanted," he murmured dropping your hand. "But that takes the fun out if it," you giggle sitting in his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist.
He sipped his own drink slowly. Still thinking about how satisfying it would be to end that man. "Can we leave yet?" You asked softly. He hummed in response beginning to shift to get up. You left his lap and grapped his hand. As you were about to cross the doorway a familiar voice boomed "Wilbur," you both turned to see Techno an allied mafia boss. The friendship between the two was complicated, but they tended to get the work done. "Techno, my good friend," they embraced each other. "Say how busy are you?" Wilbur tilted his head slightly at the question.
"For an old friend never," "Mm, and how busy would you say to do a favor for an old friend," Wilbir cross his arms slightly "what kind of favor?" The favor in question was that Techno was supposed to meet a rival mafia boss across the river to get something important. Wilbur agreed to go in his place. "They're late," Wilbur mumbled pulling a cigar out of his pocket. You were both leaning against the hood of his car. "I'm never late Soot, just selectively in the wrong place," a voice said. A masked face filled your face.
"Dream,"
"Wilbur,"
Wilbur's lip curled into a sneer. "Of course, this is why Techno wouldn't tell me who I was meeting," by Dream's side was none other than Sapnap of course. They went everywhere together. Then an extra man stood with them. "Where is Techno by the way?" Wilbur took a long drag of his cigar. Breathing out the smoke into the cold air. "Busy," he shrugged. "What do you want Dream?" "I set up this meeting to talk to the blade. Not you," Dream adjusted his shoulders, seeming a bit tense. "Wilbur," you muttered quietly. He glanced down at you, hardened eyes softening.
"Yes angel?" You made a motion to his cigar which he gladly handed you. Wilbur turned back to the other 3 men. "Nice eye candy you got there," the mystery man said. That's it. Wilbur pulled out a pistol and shot him down before anyone realized he moved. The body fell to the ground with a thump. Just as you breathed in some of the smoke Wilbur grabbed your shirt slamming his lips on yours. He held you to him the smoke being exhaled into his mouth. When you both pulled away he grinned. "You could have waited til later," you mumbled shoving the cigar back in his hands.
"I was going to get high," he chuckled.
"Then I'll do it again,"
his attention was back upon the masked individual a few feet away. You watched Dream lazily look over to the dead man, you, then Wilbur. "Noted," "Now Dream," "I'm not speaking to you," you watched the brunette and masked individual argue. Both of them getting into each other's faces. You huffed getting off the car, you made your way to Sapnap stepping carefully over the deceased man. "You got a pistol?" "Yep," you held your hand out, Sapnap set weapon in your hand. Aiming it at the sky you shot. The argument immediately stopped, two pairs of eyes on you. You handed the gun back to Sapnap.
"Thanks Sappy,"
you patted his cheek causing them to tint a light pink. "Now that we aren't acting like two year olds. Dream give us what we came for. Wilbur shut the fuck up," you saw a slight smirk pull on Dream’s lips. The mask high enough to reveal them. "Of course," he purred grabbing something from Sapnap. A folder was pressed into your hand. Dream grasped your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.
You rolled your eyes. God these men would do anything to spite each other. Wilbur's blood was boiling, he grabbed you away from Dream and pulled you back to his car. "What was so important about that folder that Techno couldn't have received it himself?" He grumbled. You peaked inside of it slightly. "Just some usual info," they pulled up to Techno's, Wilbur with the folder in hand. Techno himself was sitting in his office, book in hand.
"You couldn't have gone yourself?" Wilbur snapped throwing it on the table. "Chapter 37 was calling my name," Techno hummed, eyes never leaving the book. He flipped to the next page. "Thanks Wilbur," the brunette rolled his eyes