[Adrift] WilburSoot X Reader

Chapter 7 - [Inesert Creative Title Later I'm Too Tired]

[11/12/21]

dead? me? nahhhhhh

I'm just- uh- waiting a super long time between chapters so that the dramatic tension builds

definitely not cause of writer's block :)

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Y/n finds herself once again spinning aimlessly in a swivel chair. However, rather than her own chair, it's one of Wilbur's spares. He's sitting in his own chair at a desk nearby with a pencil in hand as he writes riffs on paper. They were going out to a movie later, but he had wanted to finish some things first, so now they were just hanging out in the same room.

Y/n is scrolling through Twitter when she hears Wilbur's phone ringing. He looks up as well and picks up his phone, which is beside his notebook on his desk.

"I'll be right back," He smiles at her before walking out of the room.

Meanwhile, Y/n goes back to spinning for a little while until she hears him curse loudly in the other room.

"Wilbur?" She calls, to which she receives no response. Her spinning stops as she gets up to see what was wrong. Upon leaving the office, she finds him pacing back and force in an obvious agitated manner. It was a complete flip from what his mood had just been. "Wilbur- hey what's wrong?"

"It's fine!" He snaps sharply before letting out a heavy sigh. "I-I'm sorry,"

"What happened?" Y/n asks softly while walking over to him.

"The record label just gave up on our song," Wilbur returns to his pacing. "We need to find another one before we can release the next album but I don't know if there's gonna be enough time to do that if we want to release it on time and-"

"Okay, slow down a little," She grabs his wrist gently, making him stop from his pacing. Wilbur seems to calm down for a minute before remembering something.

"I need to call the others," He glances back down at his phone again, as if not hearing her.

"Wil-"

"Please Y/n, I'll be right back. I just need to tell the rest of the band," After shooting her an apologetic glance, Wilbur hurries back into his office again.

By "right back", he meant almost an hour. Y/n leaves him alone in that time and waits out on the living room couch for him to finish whatever phone call he was on. A few times she debated on going in, but ultimately decided that it wouldn't be the best idea.

Luckily he comes back out at last. Wilbur sits down on the couch beside her, obviously forcing the smile on his face as he does.

"Everything okay...?" She asks softly.

"It could be better..." He admits. "B-But things will be fine! We can probably still catch the movie if we hurry-"

Y/n cuts him off by leaning over to him and giving him a tight hug. "How about we just watch something here...? We can find something on Netflix if you want,"

Wilbur relaxes at her touch. His arms slowly embrace her in return. "Okay...thank you..."

"Good. I'll make popcorn," She lets go of him to go do just that, but he doesn't do the same. "Wil?"

"Just a minute..." He mumbles while laying his head down on her shoulder.

"Okay," Y/n hums softly and stays where she is.

And I thought Tommy could be clingy...

Wilbur holds her for several more minutes. Neither of them say anything, but there was no need to. Plus the silence in the air was comfortable.