Soulmates | Tommy, tubbo, ranboo

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Tw // depiction of a panic attack / self doubt , starts at (depiction of panic attack/ self doubt) and ends at (end)

— Marketland , Lemon Demon

"Niki! Fundy!"
Wilbur had spotted the pair, sitting by the lake, picnic basket between them, and watching the sun set into the amber painted water.

He'd finally found them.

"Will!" Niki called out, long pink hair whipping round her, whilst she frantically waved her hand, (a/n - I was writing this and the only thing I could think of was that Hamilton line "as they frantically wave a white handkerchief" —) turning to face the tall young man.

Fundy stood up as will walked closer, holding his arms out for a hug from the tall, yellow sweater wearing, young brunette. Wilbur hugged Fundy, smiling into his friends dark blazer, for once glad of Tommy's advice.
A light tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see the short(er) pink haired girl, beaming, with her arms out for a hug. He smiled and hugged her back, sharing a special bonding moment with the two people that meant the most to him, so glad to finally see his two best friends again, and get out of the endless political circle he seemed so trapped in. Fundy sat down, and patted the ground next to his spot, radiating his happiness onto the other two, all three just as excited to see each other again. It occurred to Wilbur, all of a sudden, that they hadn't seen each other for a good month -a lot could happen in a month- or so....not since that fateful afternoon, far too long ago.

— flashback —
"Techno, are you sure it was nothing?" Will asked, referencing a note of parchment, that sat on the granite surface of the cool kitchen sides. The note read, quite simply, 'it's over." , in scratchy, hardly legible, second grader writing, which, coupled with the impending feeling of dread hanging heavy over the atmosphere, seemed a lot more significant than it probably was. It had a date and tjme attached too- 6/2/20 , 4:20pm.

Wilburs face was grim as he thought of possible outcomes- another war? Would they lose someone, something? What exactly was this mysterious, cryptic messenger meaning to communicate? How was it possible that two single words, lettered so unelegantly, with a set time muddled in the attached strings and implications, could come to effect his mindset...how, when, why he did things, why is he changing his day to day for a singular letter?....why was what some random, anonymous, person said, so...foreboding? The letter grew heavy in his hand, weighting him down to the earth, and weighing down his thoughts, once as carefree and lightweight as a balloon, now leaden with thick chains, as a strange, slightly sickening, sense of weightlessness, such as of when an aeroplane takes off, came over him.
He snapped back to reality.
Techno held out his hand for the letter,
"What's this thing your so worried about then?" He asked, frowning up at the taller man, confused,
"what's some letter got you and Phil so worried about? Too scary for you?" Techno chuckled darkly.
Him and Techno had both come home from college early, whilst tubbo and Tommy were still at school, as their college broke up earlier.
The date stated on the letter was soon, in about a week, by which point tommy and Tubbo  would be off school...they could probably get tommy and Tubbo out the house, doing something else. If this was from who Wilbur thought it was from, this could turn deadly, be quickly at that.
"Phil, can we get tommy and Tubbo out the house on this date?" Wilbur asked, frowning in thought, turning to face the silhouette in the doorway.
"Yes, yes I probably could," Phil smiled at his eldest son, "Dont worry about those two, I'll make sure they're fine."
Wilbur smiled, a dead weight lifted of his shoulders and mind.

As the date stated rolled around, Wilbur woke to a sunny day, they would have no problem in persuading Tommy and Tubbo away, perhaps they could go climbing? Rolling out of bed, he checked the time: 7:19, which meant no one but Phil would be up, probably, unless Techno had stayed up, a high possibility with all the recent stress and events. Techno didn't sleep well in the first place, recent events definitely hadn't helped.

(Depiction of panic attack / self doubt )
He tugged on his long blue, white trim blazer, and a wisp of doubt paused his train of thought
Is this going to be good enough? Good enough to save my friends and family? Am I ever going to be good enough to protect them when I need to?

Wilbur was drowning in his thoughts, feelings, and his emotions ran wild, all the what ifs drawing together in a wave of silent pain that wracked his body, a slight sob escaping,

Will he ever be enough?

"Will, Wilbur, listen to me, snap out of it buddy," he was breathing heavily, body quivering, shaking, tense from constant doubts, pains, and imagines. Then there was Phil, leaning over the young man, as he opened his eyes, vision blurred as his eyes worked to focus. He couldn't think, but the older man, his father figure through many twists of life, was a solid stone he knew he could lean on in such times as these. Smiling, Wilbur nodded his head, and shakily stood, having not even realised he had fallen to the floor, clutching his metal bed frame to support him as he unfolded himself from the cramped position he'd been curled in, knees by face, and arms holding a cage round the area.
"Thanks Phil," Wilbur said, sincere, words full of the unspoken gratitude he felt.
(End)

Today was the day, and Wilbur was ready to face it head on, even if everything went to shit, in the least he could protect tommy, Tubbo, his family...his friends.

Who knew a singular person could ever bear such weight.

A/n - THIS WAS FUN TO WROTEI LOVE ANGST POGGG
Alsoooo I wrote some more angst stuff if you like that sorta thing over on my ao3, Spicy_x ! (It's the only thing I've written on there, and though it's not very long, I had a load of fun writing it, so it'd be v cool if u wanted to check it out ? Might post it as a bonus chapter on here tmrw evening (if you guys want ahha) ly guys !)

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