Hello! I have an idea for a fic! Maybe simpbur was cursed by a witch to turn into a dog and the reader finds him and takes him in thinking he's just a normal dog. Sometime goes by simpbur gets attached like he always does, and by this time reader has full on said "know what Im keeping you! " Then simpbur turns back into a human but doesn't tell the reader that he was a human before so he could get away with things he could do as a dog. Like licking = kissing and clambering into readers lap like he's a lap dog (he was to big as a dog and he still is now) and asking for head pats constantly. And reader just assumes it's because he used to be a dog, so they are slowly trying to teach him how to human. Sorry if this is confusing or too long, I've had this idea for a while and I don't know how to write it.2 Replies
Oh we love some puppy eyed Simpbur yessir. I'm getting non-Stockholm syndrome Beauty and the Beast vibes. ✨
Title: All Bark No Bite Part 1
Pairing: Momentarily Cursed Simpbur x GN!Reader
(Female is implied but no pronouns used)
Warnings: mention of getting high, stitching (very brief), drinking, bar fights, cussing
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Simpbur
To put it simply, it was not hard for Wilbur to piss people off. Specifically guys and the occasional lesbian when he accidentally stared a little too long at someone he thought good looking or pretty.
"Hey Puppy Face! Keep your eyes to yourself or you'll lose em!"
"Oi! Puppy Love! Eyes off my girl!"
The phrase 'Puppy' was often thrown around in his mocking or beatings. His local clinic knew him by name and the nurses all knew the man they called Simpbur.
"Jeez dawg, gotta keep your eyes to yourself before you end up in the hospital rather than here." Wilbur's current nurse, a friend of his named Alex Quackity, slurred his words.
"Are you drunk?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow and winced as the needle poked into his split skin.
"Nah man. Maybe a little high but that was hours ago I'm fine." Nurse Quackity smiled relaxed and carried on with Wilbur's stitches along his arm.
Wilbur wasn't sure as to how secure Quackity's stitches were and decided to just go for a few drinks before going home to his apartment. His body ached as he spotted a beautiful woman walking from a pub. The Bottomless Bottle to be exact. Wilbur had been there countless times due to it only being a few blocks from his apartment.
"Evening Wil." The bartender, a dark headed guy people called Sapnap for casual and the drunkards called Fireball for his signature drink.
"Hey Sap. Just a beer right quick. Nothing much tonight." Wilbur grumbled and sat at the bar on a stool.
"Aww did the Simp get his shit rocked again?" Sapnap teased and Wilbur shot him a glare. The stitch on his arm and the obvious black eye was evidence enough he had indeed 'gotten his shit rocked.'
"Can it and just give me the damn bottle, prick." Wilbur growled. Sapnap sent him a shit-eating grin and handed over the beer while scribbling something onto a notepad labeled on that particular page "Simp's Tab."
"So, who was it this time. Straight or gay?" Sapnap leaned over the table and folded his arms under his chest.
"Straight. Bastard wasn't even dancing with her." Wilbur admitted and took a sip of the foul alcohol in his hand.
"Hips?" Sapnap pressed. Wilbur and him had played this game so many times.
"They definitely did not lie lets just say that." Wilbur flushed just thinking about the dancer he'd seen last night. A light haired woman with a thin waist and charming smile. Beauty in her own and all alone on the dance floor. Wilbur had gotten up to ask her to dance before getting his face clocked and his arm scratched up by some buff ass biker dude who was not thrilled at his advances.
"Sounds like a rough night." Sapnap chuckled and cleaned a glass to perfection.
"No kidding." Wilbur winced as his stitches protested to him flexing his arm as to not make it cramp.
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The night was long and after four beers and several glasses of fancy alcohol Wilbur couldn't remember the name of he decided to go home. He paid off a portion of his tab and headed our before the evening rush came in.
Darkness swelled around the city streets and Wilbur stuffed his buzzing hands into his pockets, stiffening at the chill resting in the air. He looked down at his feet and blew clouds of breath that met his nose and smelled of putrid alcohol and despair.
"God you're a sad sight." A voice uttered in front of him and Wilbur looked up just in time to run into someone blocking his path. In his drunken state he didn't quite realize the situation until he was flat on his back with a weight on his chest.
"Oh hello." Wilbur slurred as his vision swirled the image of what appeared to be a woman on top him. "This is a bit forward don't you think?" He smiled and what appeared to be disgust lit up on the woman's face.
"Ugh! Creep! Where are your manners?!" The stranger climbed off Wilbur and he got to his own feet shakily, shaking out his head in an attempt to clear it. "Filthy dog. Someone ought to put you in your place!" She shrieked and Wilbur almost fell again when he was suddenly being dragged along by his arm.
"Woah hey I'm not that type of guy Miss-" Wilbur started but soon the world went dark and everything changed drastically.
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Wilbur woke up. As a dog. In a filthy alleyway with no memory of what just happened.
"What in the-" He tried to speak but everything came out as a bark and growl. He was startled and sat back on his new hindlegs. Everything was shaky as he realized what had happened.
"I have a tail?! And a snout?! And FUR?!" he spun in circles as his head spun with the thoughts. Wilbur growled and frightened himself at his own new voice. What was happening?! How did this happen?
His new Canine mind ran through everything that could've resulted in this. Maybe he was dreaming or some voodoo shut had been put in his drink.
No, it was that woman. The woman that called him sad and got pissed at him for HER falling onto HIM! Wilbur snarled and left the alleyway with his head low. He stumbled on his paws a little and it took a second to get used to the feeling of straight concrete under him.
Wilbur walked to the apartment building he stayed in. Or was supposed to be staying in but it appeared all his clothes had gone missing in the event of his form changing.
"When I find that bitch witch I better get my shit back." Wilbur growled and arrived at the door to his apartment. It was pretty easy to sneak in when you were a cute fluffy brown canine. Wilbur looked at himself in windows as he walked past the counter where most checked in and almost took a double take.
He was fucking adorable!!! Granted he himself preferred cats when it came down to the wire, as a dog Wilbur was damn cute.
Needless to say it was a shit idea to try and get into his apartment without keys and as a four legged creature.
"This is pointless. Might as well start eating out of the trash now." Wilbur let out a whine and let his head hang. What did dogs even do? Especially strays. He'd never seen one in the city although most of the time his vision was fucked over by a swollen eye or swirling from alcohol. Hardly ever did Wilbur go out sober or uninjured by the time he came home.
"Hey there, you lost little guy?" A kind voice broke his pity as Wilbur padded down the street again. Wilbur looked up and was quite possibly met with the single most beautiful person he'd seen yet.
"Don't worry buddy, I won't hurt you." You smiled at him and stretched out a hand to scratch behind his ears and Wilbur swears he'd never felt something so heavenly. Wilbur instinctively leaned into your hand and it caused a chuckle to escape you.
He might've died a little inside as his scruffy tail started to swish back and forth.
"Have you got a home? Or maybe a name?" You asked and Wilbur whined first then a bark hoping you would understand his form of confirmation to the name question. He would hate for him to find the person responsible for his change in appearance and you be calling him something like Spot the entire time.
"Well what's your name then?" You asked with a bright smile and Wilbur jumped up slightly to signify you to follow him. You did and he trotted to the only place he could think of where he might have his name written somewhere. The Bottomless Bottle on his tab.
"A pub? No offense buddy but I don't think you're eligible for a drink at this hour." You laughed and Wilbur's dog face split into a grin. You were so perfect. Your laugh, your humor, your beauty and kindness. He could feel himself falling and falling fast and he'd hardly known you for an hour.
Shit maybe he did have Puppy Love.
Wilbur barked and urged you inside. Sapnap was working the counter again and Wilbur barked at him as you both walked in.
"Oh hey there. The dog yours?" Sapnap waved at you and Wilbur struggled down a growl as his face seemed to turn a little red.
"No, I found him on the street. No collar or anything. I asked him if he had a name, which I know sounds ridiculous, but he led me here." You responded with a smile. Wilbur's tail tagged furiously as he crept past Sapnap and jumped up to the counter where a notepad sat with scribbled names and tabs set up.
"Have you seen him before?" Wilbur heard you ask Sapnap and he barked with a growl close by to attract the bartender's attention.
"No can't say I have. What do you want with my notepad boy?" Sapnap quickly answered and flipped open the writing pad. Wilbur snatched it into his teeth and cringed internally at the feeling of the cardboardish cover against his tongue. The paper smelled of old alcohol and smoke.
He nosed up another page and barked once he recognized his own name and the numerous tally marks and numbers under it. Another cringe.
"Wilbur? Is he you owner?" Sapnap scoffed and patted Wilbur's between the ears. Wilbur barked at him seeming as that was as close to confirmation of his name as he was going to get.
"Who's Wilbur?" You asked and Wilbur's trotted to you side, nuzzling his nose under your hand.
"A regular of mine. He's pretty out of it usually so maybe he forgot to lock his door and his dog got out." Sapnap shrugged. Wilbur huffed in relief that he didn't say anything embarrassing.
"Oh...well where does he live?" You asked and Wilbur begged Sapnap to not give it away. His apartment was a mess and the last thing he needed was for you to think he abandoned his dog...well himself technically.
"Can't say I know. Man's pretty private about everything." Sapnap sighed and went back to cleaning a glass behind the bar. Wilbur barked again and hopped up on his hind legs, realizing his mistake and nearly falling. You were there beside him as he steadied himself and he nuzzled his snout into your palm.
You quickly obliged to pet him for a moment before crouching down and looking into his dog eyes. The moment was surreal and Wilbur knew if he was human he would've kissed you in such a time.
"What do you say you come home with me and we'll come down here everyday to see if Wilbur has tried looking for you." You offered sweetly and Sapnap shrugged reluctantly. Wilbur darted forward and rubbed his face alongside your legs as you stood up, clearly on board with the idea.
"Still don't know his name." Sapnap pointed out and Wilbur tapped onto the notepad again desperately. Please don't call him Spot was all he could think of.
"Well he seems to like the name Wilbur." You chuckled and Wilbur barked joyously to which Sapnap shushed him. Wilbur returned it with a growl and smirking face.
"Alright, name the dog after his owner then. Who am I to judge?" Sapnap huffed and you left with Wilbur trailing after happily.
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You lived in the Apartment Building down the street from him. Pets were allowed and you introduced him to the landlord which he reluctantly let pet him. Landlords he wasn't fond of. Especially when his liked to collect rent early.
"Go explore now then Wilbur." You said and pushed open the door. Wilbur was tempted to just step in and start roaming but realized how un-dog-like that would seem. So,he pressed his nose to the ground and sniffed. He sneezed a few times from the sheer amount of smells that flooded his head but kept along with sniffing and occasionally licking a few things.
"What do ya think?" You said and plopped down onto the couch in your living room. Wilbur barked in response and lept onto the couch next to you, crawling into your lap. His head rested onto your thighs and he almost fell asleep there. Everything was so perfect already.
Maybe being a dog wouldn't be so bad afterall...
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Part 2 will be out soon! I've got Laryngitis right now and feel like sit so I'll try and get it done asap! Hope you enjoyed 💛💛