I'll Be Yours And You'll Be Mine. (simpbur x reader)

We were now in the studio and holy shit , it was big.

(That's what she said 😎)

"Wow. So Lovejoy made all those amazing songs in here?" I asks practically gob-smacked.

"Oh yes it is! Ash found the place and we all agreed to call it our new studio." He replies with a grin.

"I didn't even know you were in a band before.. does Georgia know as well?"

"No no nononono she can not know about this , not a single word about it. So anyway , how did you find about Lovejoy...?" He sighs.

"Twitter , your tweet was suggested to me so I just y'know , clicked on it and boom. I found out." I shrug and laugh.

"So what other artist do you like?" Wilbur asks as he picks up an eletric-guitar.

"Cupcakke." I chuckle.

"No way. Really? Aren't her songs straight up about fucking?" He laughs light heartedly.

"Yes , yes I know but they are catchy , y'know?" I snicker.

He chuckles and smiles , nodding. He walks to a mini stage and sits down , patting the empty spot besides him.
I happily sit besides him , intrigued on what he was going to play.

"So what is the song you love the most. Any song from our album."

"Well... what about." I think about which song is playing loop in my head 24/7.

"Yes?" He replies with a grin.

"I heard you're all working on a new song , knee deep at atp?"

"Holy shit how do know about that song?" He generally sounded shocked.

"I have my way Sooty boy , but could you play it , please?" I ask with a smile.

I see him stiffen and turn slightly red.

"S-sooty boy?" He repeats.

"Oh sorry , it kinda slipped out my mouth. I won't use it again." I apologise with a guilty frown.

"No it's alright , I like the new nickname and yes , I can play the song for you." He gives me another sweet smile before fiddling with the guitar in his arms.

I wait patiently swaying my feet back and forth. Watching as his hands wrap around the neck of the guitar. I look up to his face.

"Shit- I forgot the cords." He tells me.

"No problem. I don't mind , I love all the songs so you can pick a song you like best."

"But most of the time I am up my own arse , I am proud about all my songs." He chuckles.

I smile softly and notice how his hair bops up and down when he laughs.

"Well I do like the song perfume." I tell him.

"Oh yeah , you told me that before... well I will gladly play you the song again. If you still want me to."

"I'd love that." I reply.

With that said he began to play. I felt my heart melt , whenever I heard this song I just.. felt sad? Maybe that's just me..

(THE SONG KILLS ME
AND I LOVE IT)

"It's 3:45am and
I just bite my tongue..."

-time skip-

"Its 3:45.. your taxi's not arrived..
I don't think he's coming."

"That was amazing! Just like always." I grin.

He places his guitar back on his lap and smiles.

"Thank you." He mumbled.

"So now what sooty boy? What should we do?" I ask.

"It is.." he checks his phone. "Only 1:27pm , you only have like.. 2 hours more with me." He smiles.

"What do we do in those 2 hours?"

We were both thinking deeply. Then I remember something.

"May I ask why your parents keep an eye on your purchases online." I snicker.

He seemed to stiffen up from this question but then he smirked. Not the reaction I was expecting-

"I make interesting purchases online. So they found out and started monitoring all four of our online shopping." He seemed proud of himself-

"And what do you mean by interesting purchases?" I already knew the answer to that but I wanted to confirm it.

"Do you really want to know?" He snickers.

Okay , maybe not anymore.

"Yeahhh- no."

He burst out laughing from my reaction. I join in and smile.

-small time skip-

We both listening to music with each other. We had gone through my playlist but now we were going through his favourite songs. We were both in the lounge area sitting on a dark blue couch.

"Jenny darlin' you're my best friend." The song blasted through the speaker.

Oh no..

"But there's a few things that you don't know about.." The song continued.

I swear I could feel Wilbur inching closer.

"Why I borrow your lipstick so often." The song continued.

I felt a hand creep to mine.

"I'm using your shirt as a pillow case." It still kept going.

"I wanna ruin our friendship.. we should be lovers instead." Wilbur sang out with the song. "I don't know how to say this because you're really my dearest friend."

He was doing it again. He was getting more close than he should. I felt a little uncomfortable.. just a little. I was just trying to ignore it and it worked quite well because when the song was finished.

"Cause you really my dearest friend." It stopped with a satisfying echoey voice.

(THIS SONG 'Jenny' IS SO AAAA)

wilbur just moved away again and scrolled through his phone. I took a quick glance of his phone to check the time.

"Oh it's 4:01." I say as I stand up.

He grabs my hand and stops me from getting up.

"Can I walk you home? That creepy old guy is still around in brighton.." He whispers.

"Sure."

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A/n:

Reader should just straight up marry wilbur and kill ehhh someone hah

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