broken records/wilbur soot x female reader pov\

14.

Y/n pov

My song got a lot more listens then I thought it would. And it made me extremely happy, although I did owe some credit to Nathan. But Nathan owes me lots of favours. I don't help him for nothing, let's say that.

It's been around three weeks since the confusion with the accounts. Now it's just a joke that people use. Sometimes it gets annoying other times, it makes a good conversation starter. Which isn't what I wanted either way. Now I am just sat in my room drinking coffee, thinking about what I want to do with myself for the week. I've been having a bit of a "body block" as I call it. Meaning i've had no motivation to even fucking live. But this period will end soon, it's just part of my bi-polar that I have to live with. It will end soon...right?

I've streamed a lot less, but I make sure to tweet out when i'm having a rough day. They always understand that i don't want to give them shitty content. That's just not me. luckily i've had Wilbur help me out this week. I've bestowed him a temporary pass to the kitchen, in order for us to survive. Although sometimes it is a questionable decision on my behalf.

sometimes the thought of hiding away to my mothers occurs. but i can't go through all this shit with wilbur again. please... not again.

The almost kiss replays in my head. His breath on my skin. My hand on his thigh. His gentle nature, just makes my stomach turn. What would've happened if i hadn't run away?

"Hey y/n! can you come here i want to talk to you about something!" Wilbur yells.

Count down from ten

"On my way!"

Now don't be awkward

I got myself up and out of my room.

Down town, the bend

Wilbur was in the kitchen with food everywhere.

he's off his rocker

"What do you need my help with?" I ask him. I don't even know if he needed my help, J just assumed that this was what that was all about.

"I was wandering if you wanted to go up to london with me and tom, on saturday?"

"Is it just you two?"

"For a bit, we are also going to try and meet up with george and ksi"

"Oh, I guess I could go. Do you want me to drive you?"

"Y/n you don't have to go if you don't want to... Iw as just wandering"

"Will i'll drive you. It saves the horrible train trip."

"We will probably only be with them for the day, but we can stay in london if you want..." Wilbur looks up from his chopping board, he's cutting up carrots so luckily i don't see any tears. But his face is a little red.

"Yeah, i'd like that" I smile. Wilbur give me a wide geeky smirk back, it makes me wish that he didn't care as much. The butterflies in my stomach have decided to do parkour on my organs now. You never fail to make me better Will.

"What are you making?" I ask, shifting myself over to sit down at the island.
"Oh just some chicken and salad"

"sounds good, just don't burn down my fucking kitchen"

Wilbur gives me a defensive look, and pouts at me.

"I don't know why you won't drop that"
"what you almost killing us all?" I laugh.
"Hey! I did not!" He chuckles back at me.
"Uh, yeah you bloody did! You got drunk as hell and put fries in the oven!"

"Maybe i had done because i was hungry!"
"you were drunk Will!"

"You did the same thing!"
"I fucking did not!" I throw a small carrot at him.
"Ouch! You bitch!" He cackles. Soon enough it infects me. And we are both dying in the kitchen.

"See a fun time with me gets rid of the bad things" He says, once he's got air in his lungs again.

"Ooh a 'fun time' with Mr Soot? Sounds a little cheeky to me~" I joke around. Yet again almost suffocating us both.
"You never cease to amaze me"
"Oh, i try, i try."

Once wilbur had our food ready he served it on our fancy plates. The ones that my dad bought me as my moving out present. It was a bit twat like of him... only because i asked for nothing. but it was better then toms empty boxes. But he gave me a hug, so it was a win on my end anyway. They had pretty little roses on them. The vintage looking ones you see in your grandmas cabinet. But these were my grandmothers and i always told her growing up that they were my favourite. The even ahead a wavy gold edge.

"Maybe I should let you cook more often" I admit, which gets a eyebrow raise from wilbur.
"Cook more often you say? Well shit, i like the sound of that"
"You are a good cook, even my stubborn ass can admit that"
"Yeah, but it does get kind boring doing it everyday"
"sometimes, it depends who with, when and where"
"this conversations about to get confusing" He sighs.
"it would've, but your small brain just wouldn't be able to comprehend it"
"please repeat that second to last word"

Once we're down i do the dishes whilst he cleans the table. It's usually our clean up routine. we try not to make too much of a mess, because sometimes neither of us can be bothered to clean it up. Better to avoid needing to.

Wilbur Pov

Is asked her about london. I knew tommy was only going up there for the day, before his dad took him on a 'father-son trip' so i knew it was just a short visit. I knew Y/n would probably want to see her brother. And that she needs to get out of the house at some point. Fresh air, helps. It always does. London air, might not be the best but it's not our apartment. So it's something.

I've been wanting to talk to her about what happened a little while ago. So i thought maybe then would be a good time. London isn't paris, but it's our tourist shithole and we've got to be proud of it. I also know one of y/n favourite shops is there. it's a a small bakery that's run by one of her friends. So she loves to go there. So that's definitely on the list. I just hope it won't get too overwhelming. All I want to do is find the right time and place to tell her everything.

Once i'm back in my room, I just sit at my desk scrolling through tiktok on my phone. Until a clip of y/n comes up.

"get a girl who can do both:
y/n's twitter edition...

y/n replying to someone else's tweet- @SirMedusa
suck out my sadness daddy <3

y/n posting a tweet-

lol just remembered the time i was left on read for three days by my ex...

I bit my lip to hold the smile. Our humour just bounced off of each other so well i like to think that's why we even became friends in the first place. 5 years ago when she dm'd me on instagram, saying she really liked my guitar and asked if i played. thank the lord, i'd replied to her, unlike the other guy...