ecstasy - wilbur soot x reader band au

chapter 1

It had just been another Thursday night at y/n's workplace, dark sky outside, lampposts starting to turn on during their automated time. They hadn't had any customers all night, so they had sat there clicking their pen and playing a few songs on their guitar, and every so often singing along. They were simply bored. They worked as a luthier (instrument repairer), but barely anything interesting ever happened. In fact, the most interesting thing that had happened in their time working there was when somebody had come in asking for their drums to be fixed after a party that had gone too far, resulting in the drums being destroyed, or rather drowned in a few pints of hard alcohol. Y/n chuckled as they reminisced, the memory lingering around their head.

Truly was a sight to see, a tired 19 year old with a pounding head ache after doing a gig and having their instruments destroyed. They couldn't imagine what they would do if it was them- likely beat the shit out of the prosecutor. They had been now doing doodles on a sticky note, before the bell attached to the door rang to signal a customer, snapping y/n back into the present. They looked over to see a tall, young-looking man walk in. He was dressed in a bright yellow t-shirt and black sweatpants, and was wearing thin-rimmed circular glasses.

His curly brown hair was partially tucked under a black beanie, and a slow realisation came forth, and that was when it hit y/n.

Looking back towards the door, y/n studied one of the many band posters it was plastered in, and behold, the man on one advertising an upcoming concert looked identical to the man roaming the store at that very moment. He had a guitar case hanging loosely from one shoulder, and he walked up to the counter, took it off, and placed it down.

Y/N had seemed to have drifted off from her sticky note to stare at the tall man, questioning him. His name was at the tip of their tongue but they couldn't quite get it out, their mind holding an imaginary barrier between the name. They stayed in that state until the man put down his guitar case on the desk in front of them, as they flinched.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The thick english accent almost made y/n laugh, as they realised the name of the man stood in front of them. "Wilbur Soot.." They thought. "Yeah, that's my name." He let out a loud laugh. Y/N slowly turned red as they realised they had said it out loud. "My apologises, I was just trying to remember your name-" Wilbur shook his head. "Don't over stress." Y/N nodded as they looked down at the item in front of them, as the guy unzipped his guitar case and came forth with a guitar with snapped strings.

"I can usually fix these myself but i also cracked the back and i have no strings left.." Y/N nodded, already getting to work as they grabbed their wood glue, sanding items and string. "This shouldn't even take a minute. It's not as bad as others i've witnessed." Wilbur shone a smile as he wandered round the shop. He looked at the many guitars on display as Y/N watched him pick one up and sit down on one of the stools. He started to strum a melody, which they quickly recognised as Saline Solution.

"I think this time I'm dying"

Y/N hummed along. It was deemed one of their favourite songs from his albums, as they had connected with it.

"I'm not melodramatic
I'm just pragmatic beyond any"

"Reasoning, for thinkin i've got fuckin rabies or something."
Y/N quietly sang, as they fixed the guitar laid on their workbench.
In between words, Wilbur made small talk. "Have you finished yet? Probably not, it takes quite a while." He nodded. Y/N shook their head, tending back to the guitar. The truth was, they had finished fixing it minutes ago but did not want him to leave.

"I think this time I'm dying,"

"I think this time I'm dying."
Y/N and Wilbur sang together. Wilbur hadn't payed any attention to Y/N joining in until the chorus, and when they both picked up the pace for one of the parts.

"Serves only to mock me with flashing lights...
I think I've made my choice
I'm a disease playing victim-"

Wilbur seemed to stay silent as he listened to Y/N sing. He hadn't even noticed the angelic voice joining in with him. He was taken aback as he listened to them.

"Slip the fate slip the victory
I think I've made my choice,"

Y/N tapped along on the counter as they sang, not even getting breathless. They enjoyed singing so much, but they hadn't been able to find time to go to any gigs or festivals or anywhere they would have a chance to sing.

"Sink secluded in hatred
Void the plans friends are making
I think I've found my voice"

Truth was, after Wilbur had released Your City Gave Me Asthma, Y/N had started to cope as they had related to the songs so much. Y/N sang, getting louder by the second by accident. They looked at the poster of Wilbur in the distance.

"I'm a leech sucking blood bags
Taste defeat, it's a sandbag,"

They had finally looked at Wilbur who was completely quiet and realised what they had been doing.

"Saline solution, saline solution to all your-" Y/N had carried on singing, not really caring much any more. It felt nice to sing for someone.

"Saline solution
Saline solution to all your
Problems..."

Wilbur and Y/N ended the song together. Y/N hurriedly grabbed the guitar case and put in the guitar, securing it up. "Don't break it again, eh?" They laughed, as Wilburs corners of his face lifted up into a smile. "Of course, i'll try. And i see you're a big fan of our band?" His eyes bounced from poster to poster.

"I guess you could say that."

Wilbur just laughed at this. He put away the acoustic guitar he had used. "We always have an extra space for a singer." He shrugged at the person in front of him, but they had just shook their head. "Many other people deserve this opportunity."
Wilbur looked confused on this. "Oh, okay." He nodded in understanding, swinging his guitar case over his shoulders. "Till next time, stranger."

"Till next time."