꧁𝚂𝚋𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜꧂

🍄 𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 🍄

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Tommy is having a really hard time going to sleep. So he goes to Wilbur knowing his brothers are the only things that calm him. :) 

Small TW: for overthinking.

🔵Start of TW/

Tommy lie flat on his mattress staring at the cold blank ceiling of his room. He felt empty even if he had over a million thoughts flooding through his head. He couldn't sleep, I mean how could he?

Whenever the sky became dark so did his thoughts. It's as if every bad memory, every fight, every time he was called useless, dumb, childish. It replayed in his mind all the bad and all the pain. All of it just coming to haunt him.  Repeating itself like a part of disc on a broken player. Except- the disc was his life, and the player has his mind.

Though as suspected none of this was new. In fact it was familiar, it was a familiar feeling. 'Too familiar.' Tommy thought sourly. Because tonight it was worse. Way worse. It was as if his thoughts got worse every night, slowly but surely torturing him. As if his mind was against him. The more he thought about it, it probably was.

🔵 End of TW/

Tommy sniffled and finally tore his eyes away from the ceiling he sat up in bed not really thinking about what he was gonna do. He wiped his tears and stood up, eyes feeling heavy. God Wilbur was going to hate him.

As Tommy neared his brothers door he saw a faint blue light threw the cracks of the door. Clinking and tapping noises could also be heard indicating he was awake. Tommy collected his thoughts taking a deep breath in and knocked.

The noise from before stopped and was replaced with quiet steps of the hard wood tiles. The door creaked open and revealed a messy haired and very confused Wilbur. "Tommy?" He questioned his younger brother. "Are you okay?" He added taking notice in the youngers red and puffy face.

"Just tired. I can't sleep in my room. Can I sleep here?" Tommy told him getting straight to the point. Wilbur nodded "But only for tonight!" He said immediately after. "You big baby." Wil nugged Tommy and smiled it made tommy smile.

Tommy walked in taking a seat on Wilburs bed. "I didn't bring a blanket." Wil shrugged. "Use mine." He said nonchalantly. Tommy nodded gratefully and snuggled up in the bed it was soft definitely softer then his. It was also warm and if ignored the smell of unfinished soup Wilbur had on the nightstand. The smell of the room was comforting in a way.

Wilbur got his Gutair and sat in the corner of the bed near Tommy. "Can I play you something?" Tommy simply muttered a small yes in response. Will strummed the gutair strings softly. And just like that he felt at ease he didn't know why but something about when his brothers sang to him or told him stories it calmed him. He wondered if it had something to do with when he was a baby.

"I thought I couldn't love anymore." Wilbur began. "Turns out I can't- not for same reasons as before. I use everyone I ever meet. I can't find the perfect match. Abuse those I love while I ostrasise the one who love me back..."

Tommy felt his problems melt away. His only focus. The only thing that matters. Was Wilburs voice and guitar playing. "On the path of least resistance I find myself salting the earth. Every time that I miss you. I feel the way you hurt."

The feeling of pain and confusion was slowly fading along with the dark thoughts that were holding him down. "And I don't deserve you, you deserve the world. Though it seems we were build from the same dirt."

Wilbur vocalized softly and looked at his brother. He had his eyes closed but was awake. Wilbur saw this and continued. "Oh, I hate to say it. But your sister was right. don't trust English boys with far to much free time."

Wil strummed a bit harder and sang louder. "I hate to say it but your sister was right I'm nothing but a problem, leave you crying over night." Tommy mindlessly started humming along. "And I hate to say it but your sister was right I can't focus on the future, only on my short sight. I hate to say it but your sister was right. Ima wanker. Complete wanker. A fucking waste of time..."

"Thanks Wilby" Tommy said it made Wil smile. Usually he would tease Tommy for these types of things. But he saw no point in that now. "No problem Tomster." Wil cleaned his room a bit and put his guitar away. He was about to lay down. When Tommy spoke.

"I love you Wil." He said obviously embarrassed because he covered his face with a blanket. "Ew you sappy shit." He laughed and laid next to Tommy. Wrapping him in his arms and ruffling the boys blonde hair. "I love you more Tom. Trust me on that" Tommy hugged Wilbur tighter. Both of them sleeping peacefully feeling safe and loved.