"she plays guitar?" wilbur soot x reader

suppressed memories

tw: past trauma discussion, minor sh mention

"He smiled as soon as he saw you, hun." Val says with a wide grin. I simply look at them with a pissed off look and they put their hands up basically saying "just saying". I order myself a y/f/d(your favourite drink) and wait for it to be made. "Hey, Val. Why are you here?" I ask remembering how Val moved to Manchester years ago.

"Oh well, my brother Toby is here to meet with a bunch of his friends. I think he said he knew your brother, actually? He invited me to come with since I'm thinking of moving back, anyways." Val explained. "Tubbo? I know him. Super sweet guy. Tom says "the dyslexic one" and "the clingy one"." I explain as I grab my drink and we head back to our tables.

"I didn't know he was your brother. Anyways, I'll see you at the meet up, yeah?" I ask. "Yeah, duh." Val answers as she sits down. I head to Will and mines table and set down my drink. He looks to be deep in thought, so I knock on the table again. He jumps a bit again, but quickly regains his calmness as he once again looks at me.

"You alright? You seem out of it." I ask genuinely caring for the tall man in front of me. He rubs his eyes in what I presume to be tiredness and stress and says "Nah, I'm just sleep-deprived, that's all.". I guess streamers tend to have a fucked up sleep schedule, if one at all.

"Alright, have you gotten any ideas for what the song could be about?" Will says looking into my eyes. I get a weird feeling when he looks at me. I just wanna crawl into a ball and disappear when his eyes meet mine. Not in a bad way, just... in an anxiety inducing type way.

"Umm... yeah, actually, I have. I think I could make my first song about Tom. I mean, he means the absolute world to me. He's helped me more than he's helped himself, in a way. I also... never mind." I shut my mouth before almost admitting that I had to raise someone since I was 8. Trauma is not a great first impression.

"Mhm, we could absolutely do that. I would just need you to at least draft up messy lyrics or a story about him for me, then we can get to like, the actual song writing process. Do you have anything in mind?" He asks completely ignoring my little stunt. Thank fuck.

"I actually don't have any lyric ideas, but I could just tell you some stuff and maybe it could spark something? It usually happens at like 4am when I have no motivation to write shit down, but I could try?" I suggest, clearly doubtful of myself and my talents, or lack there of.

"Yeah, go ahead! I bet he was a really annoying fucking child. I can just envision me drop-kicking him, Techno style." we both laugh and I almost spill my drink. "He was, and I have both dropped and kicked him, just never the combo." I say as I recall our little fights.

"I would actually love to see a video of that, but have you got any song-material? Like, what makes you so thankful for him? Detailed shit. You can write it down in your phone if you don't wanna tell me, I get it." Will says taking a sip of his coffee, and I notice him giving a side-eye to Val.

"They're single, by the way." I say and Will almost chokes on his drink. "What?" Will says still recovering. I just laugh and look at Val, who seems to be gathering their stuff to leave. "I mean, Val is single. They're 24, a year older than me. You were looking at them, so I thought I'd inform you."

"Oh, no. Lost in translation. Plus, I thought you guys were... interested in one another?" Will almost sounds scared. "No. I've known Val since like year seven. They're into dudes and wayyy too... passionate if you know what I mean." I say not looking at Will, instead at Val, who was now walking by our window and waving at us from outside.

"Oops, misunderstanding then." Will says. He sounded relieved? I ignore it and look back at him. "So Tom. Umm, I guess I introduced him you content creation? That's something." I say and Will looks at me with a smile before writing something down. "Did you help him grow as a creator as well?" Will asks. "Not particularly. I taught him everything, but I didn't make him... him."

Will stops typing and looks at me. I'm holding in tears, which I hope are not visible. I knew that Tom's childhood was dependant on me feeding him and taking him to school, and covering his ears at home, and ensuring his safety, but his personality is his own.

"Alright. Anything else significant?" Will asks, trying not to push me to say what I know he wants me to say. I know he knows I raised him, but I also know I don't wanna tell him. Putting it into words and telling them to another person makes it all too real. Too wrong.

Fuck it.

"I raised him. I fed him ever since I was 8. I bought clothes for him from a local thrift store with my lunch money. Our mother used to be a very inattentive person to us, so I took charge. She's better now, obviously. I forced her into therapy when I was fourteen, for fucks sake."

As I realise what I've just said, I start to tear up more, and this time I know it's visible. I wasn't going to share that much. I wasn't going to reveal the half truth, but here we are. Will is staring at me with widened eyes and a tensed forehead. I feel my thigh tingle. The cuts seem to be making me aware of what I should do.

"I- I'm gonna head to the bathroom, thanks." I say as I hastily smile at Will and sprint away from our table. I can only imagine what Will is thinking, but I honestly couldn't give a shit. I just told Will, a pretty much stranger, one of my biggest secrets. The only person who is supposed to know was Tom.

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cliffhanger
i honestly loved the first and second chapters of this book so much more than anything that i write from now on.
im gonna try to not rush the book, but i js kinda wanna get it over with. i wont because id hate to read a book that starts slow and ends with a kachow