i don't miss you - wilbur x male reader -DISCONTINUED-

three

the songs used in this chapter
aesthetic? more like pathetic
trees II

wilbur pov

im so glad i got here early.

i heard airy, light guitar chords coming from across the park and treaded lightly towards them, making sure not to make too much sound. the more i walked, the louder the music began. it flooded my senses and lifted me off the ground into a place i never wanted to leave.

i saw the source of the music. i only saw the back of the player, but i knew it was him. nobody else was here anyways.

"i used to hate the sand" i could barely hear the mutter of his breath, considering i was a few feet away, but it sounded incredible. i felt like every good thing that had ever happened to me had combined into one just for this moment.

"now all i want is to be buried in it." his singing was flawless, matching with the muted and soft chords. they flew and mixed together like smoke and embers over a burning flame.

"i used to hate holding your hand," his voice kept escalating, get louder as emotions built up throughout the song.

"but i took my skin for granted.." he sounded sad, angry even. his singing was surrounded by an aura of sorrow, almost like he was letting his problems spill out of his mouth.

"i loved the ocean," even with the bitter undertones, the strings surrounded him with a calming and welcoming atmosphere.

"only cause you were there." i finally stopped swimming in his comforting voice and let the words sink in. who was he talking about?

"and when you'd heard of the news." his voice caught in his throat as the buzzing of the lulling sound dulled and clashed with itself. he sounded like he was holding back a sob. was he crying?

"you weren't even scared!" he was barely even singing that line, it was overruled by rage and the small tears streaming down his face. i couldn't listen to him cry.

"hello?" i watched the figure jump and scramble to act like something they weren't, something cheerful and happy to meet a new person.

"sorry! sorry, i was practicing and I got carried away-"

he turned to me.

he was fucking gorgeous.

y/n pov

he was fucking gorgeous.

i couldn't finish my sentence. he stopped my words dead in their tracks with a single glance. his hair, his style- fucking everything.

"uhm, my name is y/n. i don't think you knew that."

i am so not getting into that band.

wilbur pov

he was 100% getting into this band.

i wasn't gonna let him in purely because he's hot as hell, i heard him sing moments before, and it was like watching an angel dance in the clouds, no cares in the world.

"uhm, do you want me to play anything in particular?" he caught me off guard, sending me out of this other world he put me in and back in the physical world.

"oh, no, nothing in mind. it'd be nice to hear something you made though. sit, it's easier." i leaned back and felt the grass as i gestured him to come down with me. he followed, doing the same as i had done and picking up his guitar.

"something i made, hm? uhm-" he strummed his guitar, then stopped the vibrating strings, supposedly thinking of a song to play.

"how about.." he slowly went over the strings again, moving his finger into a messy yet perfect chord.

"the word tragic means a lot to me.." his words matched perfectly with the chords he played.

"i got bullied a lot as a teen" what are these lyrics about? my face contorted into a look of slight concern, this wasn't even the worst.

"i know the cutting, i know how to bleed." he looked like he was focused, yet on the edge. i could feel the pins and needles of emotions on the corners of this song.

"you'll never know how much it means to me."

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cipher pov

i was just sipping a cup of tea. british shit, you get it. however, my lovely lonely night was interrupted by some rather lovely guitar and vocals. but i knew those vocals.

i set my cup down and stood up off my couch, pausing my tv and stepping over to my window.

y/n? wilbur?

why were they sitting together? at 8? in the park right next to my apartment building?

it looked like y/n was holding back tears too.

what the fuck is wilbur saying?

without thinking, my legs began walking. i stepped out of my small apartment, leaving my tea to run cold.

i walked over to the elevator. i lived on the third level of the complex, so it's not like a walk down the stairs would of taken too long, but that was a lot of work i didn't feel like doing. unmotivated i guess.

when the elevator stopped, i stepped out and looked around. nobody was on the common floor, probably all in their apartments being actual adults and living socially normal lives. weirdos.

i sighed, pushing open the doors and hearing guitar chords slowing to a stop.

applause and cheers followed. by one man.

"wil? what are you two doing out here?" i shouted from across the street at the two. they were like teenagers who had snuck out, freezing up. especially y/n. she looked terrified.

"cipher? you live in that complex?" wil looked shocked, yet happy. happy that i really did live quite close.

"yeah, he does too." even across the street, i could feel the cold panicked stare i got from y/n. felt like prickles from a cactus had surrounded my entire body and somebody dumped acid into the wounds. not good.

"oh, really? you both live in the same building?" wil was looking at y/n instead of me now. his glare moved from me to wil. it wasn't that same cold stare though, now it was just a thrown together reassuring look. while they began their small moment, i crossed the street to get closer.

"yeah, i do, guess we live pretty close don't we?" he laughed lightly. forced. i smiled. he was scared, but i trusted wil. i co-hosted his band, of course i trusted him. it would take some time for y/n to warm up to him, but it won't be too long. i can tell.

"come on you two, you'll freeze out here."

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MMMM nice over 1000 words. new pov too how about that? gonna proofread this then go take a shower.