I’m Here For You | Wilbur x Reader
Pronouns - They/Them
⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Self doubt
You sat on the cold floor shaking as your mind filled with overwhelming thoughts about your brother Dream. But he loves you. No he left you. He was only doing what’s best for you. It’s all your fault. You're the reason he does all this. He’s never going to come back at love you. He’s never gonna hug you and comfort you after you get hurt again.
“Y/n,”
You lifted your head, pearly brown pools stared back at you. Wilbur.
“I’m here okay?”
You shook your head and spoke softly, “Everyone hates me, because of him.”
Wilbur shook his head and grabbed your hand, “Lets go home. Okay?”
You nodded and stood up.
You didn’t go home. You instead walked to the the nether hub and waited for your brother for hours. Wilbur stood with you for the first twenty minutes, but since he was never coming back to care for you, he left to go get Niki. On the way back, Wilbur told Niki. what happened, and when Niki arrived, she asked nothing of you. She had already assembled the puzzle and merely stood beside you and eventually convinced you to sit down. You then waited together.
You didn’t eat that night.
For three days, you stayed in your secluded room. Every morning and afternoon, Wilbur Soot knocked on the door, to be greeted by Niki, and asked if you were still sick. You were not sick.
On the fourth day, you walked to the htdog van and asked if Wilbur might go back to the trees with you, where you’s met many years earlier. “I should have told you earlier,” you said.
As promised, you both walked far down the prime path towards the trees. You stood in the trees. There were long shapes of light and shade. Pinecones were scattered like cookies.
Thank you, Wilbur.
For everything. For helping me when Dream left me.
You said none of it.
Your hand leaned on a flaking branch at your side. “Wilbur, if I tell you something, will you promise not to say a word to anyone??”
“Of course.” He could sense the seriousness in your face, and the heaviness of your voice. He leaned on the tree next to your’s. “What is is?”
“Promise.”
“I already did.”
“Do it again. You can’t tell Philza, Techno, or Tommy. Nobody.”
“I promise.”
Leaning.
Looking at the ground.
You attempted several times to find the right place to start, reading sentences at your feet, joining words to the pinecones and the scraps of broken branches.
“Remember when I had my first life taken,” you started, “by drowning?”
You had began to tell him how you had never drowned and was instead killed by Dream himself but, you were forced to keep quiet. You told him how Dream had manipulated you and controlled you, he made you believe you couldn’t live without him.
It took approximately three-quarters of an hour to explain everything to him, not forgetting what had happened four days early.
“That’s why you were always paranoid of everything around you all the time.”
“Yes.”
“Good lord.”
“Yes.”
The trees were tall and triangular. They were quiet.
You pulled your journal from your bag and showed Wilbur one of the pages. On it was a drawing of Tommy and Wilbur you had done yourself with a small poem at the bottom.
“Hair the color of chocolate,” Wilbur read. His fingers touched the words. “You wrote a poem about me?”
At first you could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love you felt for him. Or had you always loved him? It’s likely. Restricted as you were from speaking, you wanted him to kiss you. You wanted him to drag your hand across and pull you over. It didn’t matter where. Your mouth, your neck, your cheek. Your skin was empty for it, waiting.
Years ago when they’d raced on a muddy field, Wilbur was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was your best friend. And he was a month away from his death.
“Of course I wrote a poem about you,” you said. He looked into your eyes and reached out to touch your cheek.
“Y/n,”
He paused.
“I love you.”
You froze eyes wide in shock. “You- what.” He smiled and moved closer as his cold lips pressed lightly against yours.
After a moment he broke the kiss.
You were saying goodbye and you didn’t even know it.
