::MCYT x MALE READER::

::Wilbur x Male reader::

I would do anything to not go back but if I have to leave this home, my only home, I might have to. Then I shook my head. "No, he wouldn't do that. I know how he is so he wouldn't do that to me. Would he?" More thoughts and thoughts came rushing in and out of my brain trying to stay calm.

I began to think happy thoughts. Thoughts that he might actually accept me and help me transition safely with his help. "He'll see me the same after i tell him! I know he will" I said forcing a smile on my face knowing deep down it was just foolery.

I forcefully pulled my hand away from my mouth and felt my vision start to slightly blur. "Oh god what if nothing goes right? I shouldn't tell him. Fuck!" I said my leg already bouncing really loudly against the sofa and the wood floor.

The tv couldn't be heard from my warm ears anymore as soft ringing started to be evident. It was clear I was having a panic attack so quickly stood up and looked around. "Calm down (y/n)! We need you calm right now!" I said trying my best to calm down. I went back to chewing on my fingertips seeing the edges start to peel and red blood started to poop around them.

"Fuck me! I should've just told him from the start! Now look at what mess I am in" I lectured myself raising a fist and held it over my head but quickly stopping myself from harming myself even more. I kept squeezing my fist out of anger not making the attack even better.

Suddenly, a door click could be heard as I look over at the main door and see it open slightly and a tall man slide over and close it quickly. "I'm home! Guess what? My editor actually did all the work already! So I took him out to eat instead so I brought you some...food!" Wilbur said as he placed down his keys on the bowl and placed the takeout on the table.

He turned around with a big grin then it dropped slightly. "(Y/n)? You okay? Why are you just standing there?" He asked. My thoughts immediately stopped and I dropped my fist from above my head. I looked at him with a confused look. Seeing him so happy and so excited just to be ruined by me in a horrible state. I bring nothing but problems to him.

"(Y/n)?-" Wilbur said stepping closer yet hearing my own name made me burst into tears. "Woah!" He said as he quickly ran over as I fell onto my knees sobbing loudly, my tears falling down to the tip of my chin. "Hey! Hey! You're okay. I'm right here" he said as he looked over to see if I had anything wrong.

"You're fingers are bleeding, let's go clean them up quick" he said holding me up and taking me to our shared bathroom. He made me stand in front of the sink and dip my hands into warm water. "I don't want to pry anything out of you but I want to let you know I'm right here and I'm not planning on leaving" Wilbur said as he reached down and removed my mask from my face with a soft smile.

"I'll get you some cream for those small little pimples alright?" He said as he threw away the mask and got a clean rag to wipe my wet and snobby face. I couldn't see anything seeing my view be covered from my glossy eyes. He softly ran the rag down my face getting every inch of it. "There you go, all better?" He asked as he pulled the rag away with a smile. I sadly nodded.

He got some cream for fresh wounds and applied it on every finger and left me to sit on the toilet top. "Let me get you some cream to make your face less red okay?" He said, as he left the room in a hurry. I looked down at my feet in shame. Feeling worthless not being able to help myself and have Wilbur waste time helping me. The cold sensation on my fingers felt wonderful though but not the puffiness from my face.

Wilbur quickly went into the their shared bedroom and went to find the cream yet he stepped on something on the floor. He moved his leg and noticed it was a black like crop top. "I didn't know he wore crop tops?" Wilbur questioned to himself but grabbed it in his hands. He felt it wasn't a shirt since it had a different like material inside of it.

He looked at the tag inside of it and it was a name of a company. Curiosity got the best of him as he quickly pulled out his phone and searched it up on google. A website popped up and numerous pictures of models in the so called crop top were shown. "These aren't crop tops right?" He thought to himself but began reading a small paragraph at the top.

It explained that the piece of clothing he was holding was actually a binder, a compression against the chest to create a flat-like look on whoever is wearing it. "But why would he-?" He thought as his eyes shot open as he read the other sentences. 'Binders are typically worn by trans masculine people or even females do too!'

The gears in his brain began to turn and make sense. His mouth formed a small 'o' in realization and quickly put it back where it was and came back to the bathroom. He saw (y/n) still with his head hung low with occasional sniffling being heard.

Wilbur felt a sharp pain in his chest as his lips started to quiver and a sudden urged to hug his lover overcame him. He kneeled down and engulfed the other man in his arms very tightly, afraid of letting go. It took (y/n) by surprise but felt the hug was very much needed. He then started to hear light sniffles coming from Wilbur but didn't want to question it.

Finally Wilbur pulled away and held (y/n)'s arms firmly. "(Y/n), you know I love you right?" He said looking at him in the eyes even though it made him shed even more tears. (Y/n) nodded trying not to cry seeing Wilbur like that. "And that means I'll still love you no matter what you decide to do" he gave a soft squeeze on both arms.

He wiped his tears on his arm and looked back up at his boyfriend. "I'll always be here for you no matter what. You can always trust me to tell me anything and I mean anything you hear?" Wilbur said making (y/n) feel more confident on telling him by the second.

"I actually..have something to tell you Wilbur" (y/n) said clearing his throat feeling it be quite dry. Wilbur nodded taking his hands in his now. He quickly got up to get bandages and went back to kneel in front of him in the toilet to apply the multiple bandages.

"I'm all ears for you" Wilbur said with a toothy grin. It made (y/n)'s heart hurt seeing him smile like that yet tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. (Y/n) looked down and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and felt the words leave his mouth like a waterfall. "I'm actually a trans guy" he shot his eyes open waiting for rejection.

Wilbur stopped wrapping the bandaids and looked up at his lover. "Really?" He asked not being able to register actually hearing those words leave his boyfriends lips. (Y/n) nodded with fear in his eyes as he began to move away from Wilbur. "I get it if you don't want to-" he began but Wilbur shot up in joy. "I'm so happy for you! I still love you no matter what" he said hugging the other again very tightly.

"Huh? But..why?" (Y/n) asked super confused in his mind not understanding why Wilbur is happy. "Because I'll always love and support you, no matter what and I meant it. You're still my favorite boy" Wilbur said making (y/n) smile brightly. "There it is! My favorite smile, oh how I've missed it so much" Wilbur cooed making the other instantly blush and look away.

"Hey" Wilbur said bringing the other's attention back to him. Wilbur leaned in and kissed his forehead lightly and pulled away a bit. "I mean it when I say I love you.." he leaned down at the others lips lightly brushing them against his missing the sensation. "..don't you forget it, love" with that he kissed them like he never had done before, like as if (y/n) would disappear if he didn't.

He pulled away feeling the need to breathe and smiled. (Y/n) love struck by the intense kiss he just experienced with reddened cheeks. "Lets go eat your take out! I ordered your favorite with extra fries since I know you would be picking at mine" Wilbur said helping him get back up and turn off the light in the bathroom and lead both men into the living room to enjoy the rest of the night together.

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I hope this one was fine!