oneshots. [dsmp/chuckle sandwich/others]

i'll be there for you.

pairing(s): wilbur soot / reader
genre: fluff, mentions of one-sided pining.
warning(s): minor cursing, no others.
song(s) to listen to:
- friends theme song
- concrete by lovejoy
reader info: she/her pronouns,
american reader [jst so tommy
can yell abt hating americans hehe]

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the gentle strum of a guitar fills the room, along with the loud muffled yelling of tommy while streaming a horror game in the guest bedroom.

[y/n] was laid on her bed, with wilbur sat in [y/n]'s swinging chair with his guitar on his lap. the tall male's feet twisted the chair, and therefore his body, in clockwise circles as he was in deep thought. soft hums lef this lips of tunes you had never heard before. seemed like he was in deep thought about new lovejoy songs... but [y/n]'s mind was too distracted to listen by the young british male in the room down the hall.

"dumb kid..." she mutters with a fond smile, hands dropping her phone beside her on the comforter. she lets out a soft sigh, [e/c] hues focused on the bland ceiling. wanting to get lost in the music, she closes her eyes to try and focus on the chords wilbur so expertly played. except... everytime he started, he stopped.

she lifts herself to turn towards wilbur, eyes narrowed. "will you just pick something to play? this is my distraction from tommy's god awful yelling and screaming..." you whine to the older male, shoulders sagging as you pull your bestest puppy eyes. "pleeeeease, wilbur?" the mentioned male only snorts at her facial expression, dark brown ones scanning over her features before locking gazes with her [e/c] hues.

"fine. got any requests?"

oh, what a mistake he made.

[y/n] grins widely and adjusts her body to fully face wilbur, making the taller stop his clockwise antics. "sing me the friends theme song." wilbur's eyebrows shot up as if to say you're kidding... right? although she looked very sincere... of all the songs he could play to impress her... all the lovejoy songs, the songs he knew she loved... and [y/n] wanted thefriends theme song?

"pleeeeeease, wilbur? pretty pleeease?" she whines loudly. since when did she get this close? [y/n] was now seated at the edge of the bed, leaning forward with this silly, shit eating grin. how could he say now?

without a response, wilbur strummed the strings to tune the guitar correctly before sighing. "here it goes." the room fell silent minus the gentle strumming chords of the song, and [y/n] was listening closely. wilbur sung along to the words he knew, probably not as well as [y/n] but good enough. "i'll be there for you, when the rain starts to fall. i'll be there for you, like i've been there before. i'll be there for you..." wilbur sings softly, although not expecting the female in front of him to finish the lyrics with him.

"cause you're there for me too." the chords go quiet as the two finish singing, wilbur's poor heart sounding more like a weedwhacker in his chest as he gazed at [y/n]'s dazzling [e/c] orbs and admiring how her [h/c] locks fell so.. effortlessly. in her eyes, there was glee and joy as she claps. "again!" nearly lost in the moment, wilbur grins before strumming the beginning chords again, this time with a lot more confidence. the two sang the lyrics together at the top of their lungs, laughing and simply... enjoying themselves.

"WILBUR. [Y/N]. STOP FLIRTING BY SINGING THE FRIENDS THEME SONG!"

wilbur would probably strangle that kid someday... he promised it.

but there was no denying the very obvious pale pink blush that decides to paint itself over his cheeks and tips of his ears, and he knows [y/n] see it too. but he couldn't give two shits when she was smiling and laughing, and it was because he made her smile and laugh.

it was a stupid schoolboy crush, but he was glad [y/n] was the subject of the crush, and he couldn't care if the crush evolved.

he would be there for her, cause he knew she was there for him.