The light | Wilbur Soot x Reader (Discontinued Till Further Notice)

The calm before the storm

You let your eyes slowly adjust to the bright light, it felt strange to finally be able to blink again but you'd get used to it. Once your vision unblurred you looked around, it seemed as though you were in a casino, pinball machines chimed all around you, poker chips could be heard clicking together. "W-Wilbur?" Your voice croaked, your throat felt dry and scratchy. "Yes love, I'm right here." You felt his hand slide so perfectly into yours, you let out a little sigh of relief. You finally looked at him, his brown fluffy hair was sat under his normal maroon beanie, a yellow jumper thrown on with a pair of black jeans. His warm brown eyes were covered by his round glasses, his lips turned into a goofy smile.

"I missed you." He threw his arms around you, you did the same with him. "I missed you too." You whispered. Once he let go reluctantly he cupped your jaw with his large hands and just stared at your face, mesmerized. "What?" You chuckled. "Can I, can I kiss you?" He whispered, his eyes scanned your face.

You planted your hand on his face and pushed him away with a glare. "What?" He laughed lightly, letting his hands fall from your face. "Where are we?" You punched his shoulder, furrowing your brows. "I'll be honest with you, I have no clue." He placed a hand on your leg and glanced around. You also looked around and noticed a train track going on and on. "Has there been a train?" You sat up and went over to the tracks. "Only when Tommy and you came." He frowned at the mention of Tommy. "Wait." You sharply turned to him, placing your hands on your hips and shifting your weight to one foot.

"Tommy was here?" You narrowed your eyes and he threw his hands up in defense. "It wasn't my fault." He explained. "Who's was it? Why isn't he here anymore? Wilbur, what happened?" You stalked over to him, shoving a finger to his chest. "Dream killed Tommy and then I guess revived him." He carefully pushed your finger away from his chest as if it were a weapon. "Dream. What?!" You growled, running your fingers through your hair and pacing. "Will, we have to go back." Wilbur slowly came over and pried your hands away from your hair and held them gently.

"We can't." He gave a soft look. "Will, he's in danger, we can't just leave him. He's your brother." Your lip quivered as you spoke, worried for the young boy. "We can't do anything until we're revived." He frowned. "Oh god, do we even want to be revived...?" You muttered, lacing your fingers with his and looking him in the eyes, noticing a white streak in his messy hair. He just sighed and closed his eyes briefly. "Y/n, just calm down for a bit, we're gonna be here a while." He sat down, pulling you down with him.

You sat in front of the taller male, frowning up at him. "Will, seriously, we have to try to do something..." You whispered, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers. "We can't do much here." He whispered back, watching your small hands fiddle with his larger ones. You sighed and looked back at him, giving him a softer look. "How long have you been here?" You tilted your head, curious about the answer. "Almost 13 years." He smiled sadly, inhaling deeply. Your eyes widened as you thought about that, how does time work here?

"Look, I know you probably have a lot of questions but please, can I just hold you for a while?" His voice softened when he said the last part. You glanced around briefly before sighing and nodding. You carefully climbed into his lap facing him and wrapped your arms and legs around him, tucking your face into his neck. He sighed contently and slid his arms around your waist, shoving his face into your hair.

You sat there for a long time, just enjoying each other's warmth and comfort. You could tell he needed this, he probably hadn't hugged anyone in those almost 13 years.

Soon you both fell asleep holding each other.

Tommy what have you done?!