Painting Counties Blue! ○ Wilbur Soot × Reader

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The train comes to a stop, the squealing on the tracks audible as the vehicle trembles. I warily stand from my seat, picking up my guitar, and slinging across my back as I tuck my phone into the pocket of my jeans.

The music of my favourite band; Los Campesinos! blares through my earphones. Once I manage to squeeze myself out of the exit, ducking my head at the frame, as to not break my neck, I climb up the stairs from the subway into the city street.

I don't have to walk far, as I know the pub is just a few blocks away.

Lucky me.

I also can't help but pray that another performer has brought an amp—that they wouldn't mind lending
me— with them. I've been to this bar many times before, yet never performed. And just as I get the first opportunity to play there, I forget my fucking amplifier.

Legendary. I know.

I have to forcefully push my through the vicious body of people, and lazy, toxic assholes as I make my way down the street, towards my destination, safe haven if you will. Some jerk also for no reason at all felt the need to blare their small, pathetic horn at me as I jog across the road.

They were fucking miles away, and they would've had to stop at the corner to wait for traffic anyway!! I find myself to be evidently correct as I turn back around once I'm safe back on the path, seeing as the cheap, ugly faded car pulls to a stop at the intersection.

The driver's angry gaze still trained on me. I send a playful glare back towards them, my snarl forming to a smug smirk as I lifted my hand above my head where they would see it clearly, though my head towered above all the others anyway. I folded down my thumb and three fingers, leaving my middle finger to stand straight, faced right towards the dickhead behind the steering wheel. I very childishly poked my tongue out towards them as well, highlighting my movements dramatically before merely turning, and entering the bar to my right.

I swerve my way through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone as I end up in front of the counter where Lee stands, scribbling messily into the book of notes that all the bartenders jot down whenever they need the rest of the shift workers to know something.

"Good day, Lee" I smile, winking at her playfully. It's not flirting, just teasing. She nods to me, acknowledging my presence, yet still uninterested.

"Could I see the schedule?" I ask, not waiting for an answer as I pull the book towards me, scanning through the list of names and the time beside them.

Y/n S/n - 12:10PM.
Mike Solocahv - 12:30PM.
William Gold - 12:50PM.
Sophie Garner - 1:10PM.
Bill Noir - 1:30PM.
Mike Solocahv - 1:50PM.
Alainor Wingarten - 2:10PM.
Alainor Wingarten - 2:30PM.

Break.

Terence Molestone - 5:10PM.
William Gold - 5:30PM.
William Gold - 5:50PM.
Sophie Garner - 6:10PM.
Mike Solocahv - 6:30PM.

The names varied and continued on until 10PM. I'm performing three songs today. 12:50PM, 5:30PM, and 5:50PM. I look up to see Lee gazing off at something behind me with a faint smile on her face.

"You're in a good mood" I comment, pushing the book back towards her and turning to lean against the counter.

"A cute girl came in. The first one to go up on stage" Lee mumbled, resting her chin on her fist. I rolled my eyes. Yes, Lee is the standard lesbian simp, which makes her interesting. She's good company too. I'm quite fond of her. As a mate.

"Did she have an amp?" I skip to the most important thing at the moment, brushing off something that had clung to my sweater on my shoulder.

"Yes, I think" Lee replies, switching her gaze to me.
"Why? Did you forget yours?"

"Maybe." I admit, sheepishly.

"What. A loser" She sighs, smirking at me.

"Shut the fuck up" I shake my head at her uncalled for comment.

"Make me" She teases.

"Would you be into that if I were to transition?" I joke.

"To a girl? Perhaps" She admits, hiding her smile and covering her laugh with a cough.

"Fascinating" I laugh. "Anyway, where is this first performer and what's her name?" I ask, returning to the subject we'd been discussing beforehand.

"Didn't you just check the book?" Lee wonders.

"I was checking for my own name and timestamps. Not some random girl's. That'd be kinda creepy" I utter, combing my hair to the side.

"It would. Her name's Y/n. Y/n S/n" She reveals. She never remembers anyone's name.

"You're obsessed" I giggle.

"Fuck off" She grins. "She's on the stage, with the shiny, fancy white guitar" Lee adds, pointing over to a tall, lean girl, with an electric guitar slung over her shoulder.

"Right. Thanks Lee-Lee" I ruffle the girl's hair and push through the crowd towards the girl on the stage. After I've made it, I call out the name that Lee had mentioned, just to make sure it was her.

"Y/n?" The girl looks around, confused until her eyes land on me as I climb the short set of stairs up onto the platform. She sends me a nervous and confused glance, probably concerned of how a random man knows her name.

As I advance closer towards her, I begin to realize how very correct Lee was about her. She was undeniably gorgeous with her long lashes, slightly, but barely noticeable freckled face, perfect lips and overall sharp features. She was the slightest bit taller than the average lady, though was still tiny compared to me.

"H-hello?" She asks, nervously, taking a step back.

"Are you Y/n?" I ask, softer this time as I notice her discomfort.

"Y-yeah.. I-I'm sorry, but, wh-who are you?" She wonders.

"William. But you can just call me Wilbur, or Wil" I grin, holding out my hand.

"I'm Lee's friend, and the third performer for today" She hesitantly takes my hand, I gently close my grip around her surprisingly small grasp, weakly shaking her hand as to not startle her.

"Now.. I was just wondering if you've brought an amp?"

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