dsmp oneshots {requests open}

so fucking cliché - georgebur

notes:

-band au

-some dreamnap

btw, perfume is just what i was listening to when i wrote this, so like-- also this took like 3 days--

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Wilbur was sprawled out on the couch in the band room, scrolling through Twitter while he waited for everyone else to get there for practice. George, too, was waiting for everyone else, practicing drumming rather loudly.

Wilbur winced visibly at the noise piercing his skull. "Ay, Davidson, could you be any louder?"

George, having seen Wilbur wince, stopped playing and took out his earbuds. "Hm?"

"You're being ridiculously loud, Davidson-" Wilbur chuckled a bit.

George looked a bit embarrassed and even slightly guilty. "Sorry, Mr. Soot-"

"Just try and be a little quieter, yeah? I know it's hard with drums- and for my fucking sanity, please just call me Wilbur- 'Mr. Soot' makes me sound like I'm fifty or some shit-" Wilbur said, looking a little bit uncomfortable. He shifted his position a little bit.

"Sorry-" A worried smile made its way onto George's face.

Wilbur shrugged a bit, very briefly looking back down to his phone. "Don't worry about it."

George tapped his thigh anxiously, looking ever so slightly stressed.

Wilbur turned off his phone and set it on the couch next to him, sitting up straight. "Everything alright?"

"Sir, yes, sir...."

Wilbur got up from the couch and made his way over closer to the drum kit. He rubbed the back of his neck vaguely. "You're being really weird, George... do you want to talk about it?"

George shook his head forcing a strained smile.

Wilbur took a partial step back, not wanting to push. "Well, uhm, if you ever do need to talk, let me know... I'd like to be here for you."

George went slightly pink and his smile became genuine and pure. "Okay."

"I think everyone else should be here soon- you wanna practice, just you and me, for a little bit?" Wilbur asked, smiling a bit and fixing his beanie.

"Sure.." George trailed off, fiddling with a bracelet.

"If you don't feel comfortable with that I get it, so tell me if that's not something you're alright with, okay-?" Wilbur shifted his weight slightly.

"No, it's fine, I need more practice anyway."

Wilbur nodded slowly and went to grab his guitar which was leaning against the wall. "Alright, if you're sure."

"Yep!" George smiled, getting ready to start playing.

Wilbur makes sure his guitar is resting properly, being sure to check if the strap's twisted. He brushed some hair out of his face before turning to George, who looked slightly less stressed than earlier. "You ready? Is there a song you'd like to practice?"

"Ready.. You can pick the song-" George said, shifting in his seat a bit.

Wilbur nodded a bit. "'Perfume'?" (not me picking a lovejoy song for convenience- also nova's never heard this one so like- :0)

"Sure-" George made sure he was 100% ready to play.

Wilbur looked over at George very briefly. "5, 6, 7, 8!"