Wireface x gn reader
Notes: might be ooc if so I’m sorry!! First time writing for him. Anyways atbash text used and red is the translation! SWF!
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Mmpf!! Mmpf!!!
You heard strange noises through the door. You hadn’t quite heard muffling like this when speaking to other guest that come to your door before so it you a weird suspicion. You pressed your eye to the peephole, a tall man stood with his hands resting on the nape of his neck. He had curly purple hair and stitches- stitches? You had to do a double take, black zigzags were across his mouth, you could only assume thats why his cheeks were tear stained. no wonder you couldn’t hear him through your door. “Hello?” You mumbled to which he perked up “are you .. okay?” You hesitantly, he began to make noises trying to talk but but obviously nothing coherent would come out. You waited til he was done with his muffled rambling before asking him if someone sewn his mouth shut to which he started to make gestures pointing to his mouth practically begging you to let him in. You sighed as you opened the door, now being able to get a good look at him. His mouth was horribly bloodied and his eyes darted around manic-ly. Whatever he saw, what happened, clearly disturbed him greatly. You led him in pointing at each door telling him to choose one. He got the closet and made another noise which could be assumed was a “thank you” before he closes the door and you headed off to bed.
Waking up that guy was still on your mind. You wanted to check him not only for signs but if he was okay .. but it seemed like you had bigger fish to fry since you were sure you smelled blood. God not again.
You washed your hand in the kitchen after packing up that poor amogus guy. Well there goes your entertainment. Drying your hands you stared at the body bags. What an odd world it was right now. But you couldn’t sit here all day wondering of life before. You had to live in the moment now. For you, the people in your house and mostly the cat. You felt this responsibility to protect those who came to your house so you might as well go check on the new one. You swung the door to your closet open. That guy, wireface, a name you came up with last night stood with his hand over his mouth. He look at you and dropped his hand slightly, huh he took the stitches out but his mouth was terrible. “Yikes that’s .. bad. How does it feel?” You furrowed your eyebrows staring at him while he just stared back He opened his mouth to talk but you got to it first, quickly speaking before he did “Actually you’re right, we should clean your mouth up first. It must feel awful with those. C’mere follow me” you started to walk to your bathroom waiting for him but he didn’t come. You walked back to the closet giving him a weird look. “Ls? Wrw blf dzmg nv gl uloold blf?” “Oh? Did you want me to follow you?” He mumbled before wincing at it. His hand slapping his mouth with a grunt. Well .. shit, this just added onto your ongoing list of problems what was there to do now? “Do you undertand me?” He stared blankly “R wlm'g fmwvihgzmw blf. Gsvb- gsvb HVDM NB NLFGS HSFG! Gsrh rh hfxs z mrtsgnziv!” “I don't understand you. They- they SEWN MY MOUTH SHUT! This is such a nightmare!”
You furrowed your eyebrows, you couldn’t understand a single thing he said to you but he was in a panic. Even raising his voice slightly “I don’t understand you” you mumbled to him worried. How were you supposed to help him if you both couldn’t speak to eachother. You pointed to your mouth then at him. He shook his head before flashing a small frown. “Rg sfigh hl yzw. R'ev mvvei uvog kzrm orpv gsrh rm nb oruv.” “It hurts so bad. I've never felt pain like this in my life.” You could only guess what he said. You should probably clean his mouth from all the blood, also to disinfect it. You didn’t know how to help him if it DID get infected. “Follow me-“ your sentence died out realizing it was pointless to talk so you grabbed his arm pulling him to the bathroom before closing the door. He looked down at you confused with slight blush on his cheeks “D-dszg ziv dv wlrmt zolmv rm gsv yzgsilln?” “W-what are we doing alone in the bathroom?” You nodded like you understood him as you went through your cabinet looking for some disinfectant. “Don’t worry I’ll help you” you smiled at him and it seems to calm him down a little. You showed him the items you head, hydrogen peroxide and a cloth to clean his mouth with.
He stared at you before slightly shaking his head, bringing a hand up to his mouth “Rh gszg gl xovzm nb nlfgs? Gszg'h tlmmz sfig!” “Is that to clean my mouth? That's gonna hurt!” You sighed and you nodded “it’ll be really really good for you. I promise. You need it, it’ll help disinfect them and help them heal faster” you sat him on your toilet, tilting his face up while you got some of the hydrogen onto the cloth, holding at his hand supportively “okay… this is gonna hurt. Really bad but it’ll hurt way more if this gets infected” you mumbled pressing the cloth to his lips. His eyes shut tightly as his hand crushed yours “Ufxp!” “Fuck!” He grunted out. He tired to stay still as you cleaned his mouth. it was really hard but he knew he had to do this sooner or later. You pulled back staring at him to which he mumbled out “ziv dv urmzoob wlmv?” “are we finally done?” You hummed “okay that looks better. It’s not perfect but it’s good in the mean time” you let go of his hand and it went bsck to his neck. He got up to look at himself in the mirror, checking out his lips and teeth. “Gszmp blf.. rg wlvh ollp yvggvi. Rg hgroo sfigh gslfts” “Thank you.. it does look better. It still hurts though” he sighed while you threw away the cloth you used to clean him up “I think I did a pretty good job too” you said to yourself
You opened the bathroom door, damn has he left the closet at all? He’s probably thirsty. you gestured at him to follow you as you went to the kitchen, handing him a glass of water, signing him to drink by extending out your pinky and pressing your thumb to your lips being leaning your head back. He nodded drinking the glass before handing you the cup retreating back to the closet quickly, guess he didn’t like to be out of it. You yawned shrugging, you should get back to bed soon.
You looked downn at the book you held in your arms, it was the next day and you were determined last night to find your book from .. history? Geography? Who knows. All you knew is that it had all the countries in it. You opened the door and he looked at you “Bvh? Ziv blf tlmmz ifm gslhv xizab gvhgh lm nv?” “Yes? Are you gonna run those crazy tests on me?” You smiled sitting down and patting the seat next to you. He sat down and looked at the book then at you. Flipping through the pages you went through finding a map of the whole world, first your pointed to South America and he shook his head, then you pointed to Europe and he nodded. You went through Europe and just when you were about done with Europe he gasped slightly and nodded. Your finger landed on a country above Turkey and he smiled “Bvh! Bvh! Nb slnv!” “Yes! Yes! My home!” He said excitedly. “Oh! So you’re Georgian? He looked at you pointing at the page nodding over and over again. Then he went through his pocket and gave you a number. Most likely an embassy, you stared at the embassy paper for a moment, flipping it to see some words in a language you didn’t know. You looked back at him and his smile faltering, his excitement gone. He just stared down at the book, his hands tightening in the book so hard they shook sligjtly. “Nb slnv.." “my home” he started “R nrhh nb slnv.. R nrhh nb urivmwh” “I miss my home.. I miss my friends” he mumbled again his voice breaking slightly “R nrhh nb uznrob .. R nrhh nb nznz” “I miss my family .. I miss my mama” he brought the back of his hand to his eye wiping away his tears. He bit on his lip to stop himself from crying, especially in front of a stranger. It quickly backfired on him and he dropped the book and brought his hands to his mouth with his eyes clenched shut in pain "Zxp! Tlw! Nb nlfgs!" "Ack! God! My mouth!" That only added to his troubles, he broke down more then before, sobbing into his hands
Your eyes softened looking at the man in front of you. He looked so lost, so scared. You placed your hand in his back rubbing up and down. “It’s gonna be okay..” you mumbled but he kept on crying frustratedly into his hands. “Gsrh rh ufxprmt zdufo!” “This is fucking awful!” He shook his head in his hands before lifting his head to look at you “Tlw kovzhv.. gvoo nv blf fmwvihgllw gszg. Zmb lu gszg!” “God please.. tell me you understood that. Any of that!” He hicced staring down at you. You looked into his eyes before bringing him into a hug “I’m sorry. I know it’s fucking terrible for you now. But I’ll make sure I’ll try and make it better for you all” you sighed. He stared out into space for a moment, then he hugged you into a tight embrace. He buried his face into your shoulder then sighing much like you did “Rn hl hxzivw.. R wlm'g pmld dszg blf hzrw yfg gszmp blf.” “Im so scared.. I don't know what you said but thank you.” He mumbled out while your hand ran up and down his back soothingly til he calmed down. It felt like there was his deep understanding between you two. The both of you, albeit in different ways were lonely and alone during this time in life and needed someone there with you. You were kind and wanted too it help him with his troubles even if you had a million other things, people to care about.
After that dsy he started to get more confident to leave the closet. Especially since you were in the house. You both sit in the kitchen and talk even if you didn’t undertand eachother. You’d help him clean his wounds if they reopened no matter how much times. He’d help you clean your house after putting a bullet in someine. It was small things but it brought you two closer together.
A day or so passed and you were cleaning up the body of that poor teacher, she had grabbed your gun ultimately taking her own life, you didn’t blame her though. But it still didn’t feel easier to clean her up even if you didn’t kill her herself. And God were you especially tired today. You scrubbed your floor with a rag and bucket before your ears perked up hearing the door creaking open and there standing in the doorway was wireface. He walked over and knelt down dunking his hand into the bucket without a second thought, pulling out another rag then squeezing the excess water out to help you clean. You placed your hand in his before shaking your head feeling bad that he felt some sort of obligation to help you clean. “It’s fine you don’t have to help me this time” you smiled at him. He shook his head scoffing before lightly slapping your hand away as he started to scrub the floor “KOVZHV! wlm'g yv irwrxfolfh! R'n wlrmt gsrh lu nb ldm uivv droo. Kofh R pmld blf mvvw gsv svok.” “PLEASE! don't be ridiculous! I'm doing this of my own free will. Plus I know you need the help.” He scolded before you rolled your eyes and began to scrub again, every few moment looking over at him and how his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It was cute. You felt a a certain way when you looked at him, talked to him, ate with him that you didn’t feel either your other guests. You must of stared at him for longer then you thoight because he looked over at you with an eyebrow raise “Dszg? Zn R wlrmt hlnvgsrmt dilmt?” “What? Am I doing something wrong?” You blushed quickly mumbling out an apology even if he couldn’t understand it. You scrubbed the floor faster than before and he simply shrugged as he continued as well.
You sighed as you both finished. All you had to do is dump the dirty water outside and then you could go back to bed. You stared at the bucket in your office for a moment, when did you get used to cleaning up someone? Like they weren’t a living, breathing, bleeding person like you were. I mean even those visitors, they felt so human you still felt bad cleaning them up. You got snapped out of your thinking feeling a hand press on your back, lightly rubbing it to soothingly. You looked over at wireface, a concerned look glossed over him “Ziv blf lpzb?” “Are you okay?” You nodded standing up “yeah yeah I’m good” you shrugged picking up the bucket.
Dumping out the water you thought of those which blood had been in the bucket. Especially the poor ones you couldn’t save because you were too distracted with other things to truly see if they were a visitor or not. Then you started to think of the people in your house, especially wireface. And while you were sure nobody in your house was a visitor you started to think about the future. What if you were to let a visitor in and you’d wake up the next morning and he’d be gone? A weird feeling bubbled up in your chest. A clenching, aching one that make you feel anxious.
He stood behind you watching you dump the water then close the door back up. You looked uo to him nervously. He tilted his head looking down at you, following you as you walked to put the bucket away in the kitchen. Usually after that you’d part but with new scenarios flooding your head you didn’t want him to leave. He waved you bye, turning around to go back to the closet but you caught him by his arm spinning him around “Gsrh rh mvd, wrw blf mvvw svok drgs hlnvgsrmt ztzrm?” “This is new, did you need help with something again?” You didn’t know how to articulate what you wanted so you pointed at him then yourself then at your bedroom before closing your eyes, pressing your hands together before bringing it up to your cheek pretending to sleep. His eyes widened in surprise as he started to blush. “H-hovvk? Orpv hovvk drgs blf? Rm blfi yvwilln?” “S-sleep? Like sleep with you? In your bedroom?” He said quickly his eyes looking between you and your room. He slowly started to nod still a little flustered “R nvzm.. R tfvhh .. rg dlfowm'g sfig gll” “I mean.. I guess .. it wouldn't hurt too” you let out a breath of relief not feeling a harsh welcoming of rejection, you grabbed his hand and walked him into your room before you shutting the door.
You both stood there for a second feeling a little awkward, you took initiative kicking off your shoes climbing into your side of the bed patting the side next to you by the window. He nodded taking off the orange jumper around his shoulders, setting it on the dresser next to the bed, finally climbing into your bed. He got himself comfortable and let out a sigh, it felt like it had been years since the last time he’d been in a bed. He looked at you and you looked at him, starting to feel that weird feeling in your chest again, you opened your mouth to speak but immediately shut it since he beat you to it. “R dzmg gl,, R nvzm wl blf dzmg gl yv, srd wl blf hzb rg.." “I want to,, I mean do you want to be, how do you say it.." he pointed at you then himself “close-r?” He mumbled obviously with a thick accent. You lightly giggled and nodded. A warm sensation in both of you. You leaned down and rested your head in his chest while your hands tucked under your chin. His hand rested on the curve on your waist. The both of your eyes shut exhaustedly. But you didn’t even care. The both of your guys loneliness started to lightly dissolve a new emotion forming instead. One of intimacy and warmth. 
