Cupid's Arrow - yan!dsmp x non-binary!reader

[Part7]: Big Man, Bigger Problems

'Okay Big Man, keep saying that to yourself. It's okay if you are, just be honest. Got it?' you smile, ruffling his messy hair.

huh... nobody's done that since... Tommy thought,

...

Am I gay?

-x-x-x- another small timeskip, brought to you by Tommy's existential crisis, and helped by Y/N's thought process on identity other gays. -x-x-x-

'Come on Tommy. We're leaving.' Wilbur says, finally not arguing with Quackity.

'But we just got here, and I-' Tommy started to speak, only for him to be cut off by Wilbur's snarling voice;

'I said now, Tommy.' his tone made you concerned, for Tommy's sake. You'd discovered during your rather lengthy conversation that he was only a year younger than you and you'd heard something about a event that happened in a prison which left him in need of revival and with lots of trauma.

It didn't sound all to good for the poor guy. And you felt like you needed to make sure he wasn't being hurt.

'So where ya headed? Home?' you asked, latching onto Tommy's shoulder gently, as to not startle him too much.

'Uh- yeah! We're going to the Outpost! Home of all the cool guys!' Tommy blurted out, flustered from the close proximity.

'Tommy, we're going back to The Burger Van. Not the Outpost. Ranboo will meet us there.' he replied, puffing on his cigarette, which he'd lit with a lighter from his trench coat.

'Oh nice, I'm actually starving. For some reason. Odd. I just ate, mind if I tag along?' you suggest, trying to put yourself infront of any sort abuse Wilbur may try and inflict on Tommy.

Quackity's face fell, Tommy's light up like the Times Square Disco Ball on New Years Eve.

'Sure, if you want. It's always nice to have guests over.' Wilbur says, staring into your eyes through his wire-rimmed glasses, which you noticed had a crack in the left lens.

It took only half a minute before Tommy had firmly taken ahold of your hand and was chatting your ear off about his pet spider, who he'd named Shroud.

I guess he can get really chatty, when he's happy. And also loud. Much loud. Lot's of happy though.

If he's happy, it makes me happy.

Heh. Blond boy go brrrrrr

The pair of you where halfway to the border before Wilbur caught up.

'Y/n was it?' He asks, pocketing something, 'I didn't realise there was anyone new in the SMP.'

oh.

shit.

how do I explain the situation? you worried.

'Heh. It's okay you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.' Wilbur reassured, 'Some of us don't even know where we come from. But that's fine.'