MCYT OneShots

Sleepbur

TW: None

Even though I've already done a chapter like this I decided to do it again since I like the plot. This chapter is purely fluff, angst be gone! Also Wilbur really needs to get his sleeping under control my lord.

(Once again, this was an unfinished chapter that I found in my drafts. Sorry if its bad to begin with!)

Wilbur's POV:

I looked over at the clock for what was probably the hundredth time this night, it was 5:30am. I sighed loudly due to a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance; I hadn't slept at all for the past 4 days. My eyes felt so heavy but for some reason I couldn't sleep.

Instead of sleeping, I'd been scrolling through Twitter and watching YouTube, probably not the best idea but I'd never been one for good ideas.

Lying in the eerie silence, I could hear all the small sounds I normally missed during the day and night. I could hear the quiet ticking of my clock, the rain outside, the squeaking of my bed when I shifted on it, it was unsettling.

I carefully got up off my bed but was forced to hold onto the bed frame to stop myself from falling over due to the sudden wave of dizziness that I should've expected. I let out a tired sigh as I waited for my vision to clear.

It didn't take long for my eyes to start cooperating, once that happened, I walked over to my guitar and picked it up. I made my way back to my bed and sat myself down before strumming the strings.

I lost track of how long I'd been sat on my bed playing my guitar, but I was brought out of my mind by the sound of a door opening. I stopped playing the guitar and looked at the clock, it was 7:20am which told me that the person who was up was probably Phil.

I sighed as I placed my guitar against my bed and stood up, luckily, I didn't get attacked by dizziness this time. I walked over to my door and opened it slowly, I stepped out into the hallway and walked over to the stairs, I stepped down them and headed for the kitchen.

No One's POV:

Phil was about to start making himself a cup of coffee when he heard the kitchen door open, he turned and looked to see who'd just entered. He smiled when he saw Wilbur.

"Hey mate, sleep well?" Phil asked, Wilbur looked up at him and gave a tired smile, "I didn't manage to get any sleep, what about you?" he asked in return.

Phil frowned, "I slept fine, thank you." he said, Wil smiled at him as he walked over to the table and sat himself down. "Want a cup of tea?" Philza asked, he got a hum in return, so he took that as a yes and started to boil the kettle.

As he waited for the kettle to boil, Phil couldn't help but wonder why Wil hadn't slept. From what he'd seen when his middle son had entered the room, he clearly hadn't slept for at least 2 nights in a row.

Philza's POV:

After the kettle finished boiling, I took two cups from a cupboard and put a teabag in one and coffee in the other. It didn't take long to finish the drinks, once I'd finished, I walked back to the table and sat down beside Wilbur.

As I sipped at my coffee, I realised that Wil had fallen asleep. His head was resting on his arms, he looked peaceful. A fond smile appeared on my face as I continued to drink my coffee in the comfortable silence.

The silence didn't last long.

The sound of someone running down the stairs echoed through the quiet room which told me that Tommy had woken up and was about to make himself known. I felt bad for Wilbur since I knew his much needed sleep was going to be cut short.

Wilbur's POV:

My peaceful sleep was quietly interrupted by the sound of thundering footsteps coming into the kitchen, I groaned in annoyance but couldn't find the energy to lift my head.

"Hi Phil!" Tommy yelled, I heard Phil sigh knowingly, "Good morning, Tommy, did you sleep well?" he asked, "Fuck yeah I did!" the young blonde responded.

I once again groaned at the level of noise that Tommy was creating, I hid my face in my arms. "What's his problem?" Tommy asked, he sounded irritated, "He's just tired mate." Phil told him. I heard Tommy huff.

I must've zoned out at some point since when I finally lifted my head from my arms, I couldn't see Phil anywhere. I frowned, confused.

"Phil went to the shop; he won't be back for a while." I heard a voice state, I looked over at the voice and saw Tommy. I simply nodded, I tried and failed to stifle a long yawn, I saw the young blonde frown.

"You should get some sleep, Wil." He suggested, though it was more of a command than a suggestion, I waved him off half-heartedly, "m' fine." I argued, I heard Tommy laugh.

As the room went quiet, I presumed that Tommy had left me alone, I was proved wrong when I felt arms hoisting me up under my arms. Without much of a choice, I allowed the boy to pull me to my feet.

Once I was on my feet, my vision blurred dangerously, and I felt myself swaying. There was a panicked shout and soon after I felt something holding me up, "C'mon, let's get your sad ass to the couch." Tommy snarked, there was no real bite behind it.

No One's POV:

To say that getting Wilbur onto the couch was difficult would be an understatement in Tommy's opinion. Even though the male wasn't heavy, he was a lot taller than Tommy which made moving him way more of a challenge than it needed to be.

After a long and difficult walk, Tommy finally managed to get his middle brother onto the couch. Surprisingly, Wil didn't fall asleep when he was placed on the softer surface. The youngest sibling shrugged and began to walk away, a small and tired voice stopped him.

"Stay, please.." Wilbur mumbled, he made grabby hands towards Tommy. It was so pathetic, it made Tommy feel bad. He walked back over to the couch and sat himself down beside his older brother.

Wilbur suddenly felt cold, he whined at the sudden and unpleasant feeling. He grabbed onto Tommy's shirt and tugged him down, so he was lying next to him and hugged him against his chest like a massive teddy bear.

"What the fu- Wilbur!" Tommy screeched as he tried to escape the death grip he was now in, Wilbur didn't loosen his grip on Tommy. After a while, the blonde-haired boy gave up and simply accepted his fate.

He soon felt his brother's breathing even out as he fell into a well-needed slumber, he huffed a sigh and adjusted himself so that he was curled up against Wilbur's chest. A small smile appeared on his face.

That's the end of this chapter, sorry for the shitty ending. Hope you enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next chapter, stay safe :D