recreational idiocy | wilbur soot

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

the soft, slightly broken sound of whimpering pulls me out of my dreams.

"don't go... don't go.." i slowly bring myself to a sitting position, confused and wondering what's woken me up at this hour. it can't possibly be morning yet; there isn't a sliver of light to be seen and my guess is there won't be for a while.

disoriented and still mostly asleep, i begin to look around for the source of the noise. my eyes finally land on wil's sleeping form next to me, curled into a ball beneath tangled sheets.

no, that cant possibly be him, i think, there's no way.

but it is.

"wil, love, look at me. wake up, wilbur" i whisper softly, not wanting to be too loud in case i startle him. he wakes up in a cold sweat, chocolate brown eyes bloodshot and watery.

"via!" he chokes out, immediately clinging onto me, hands gripping onto my collar. "it's okay, you're okay," i start, taken entirely off guard by his sudden vulnerability. 

"it was a dream, it was an awful dream, and you- and you just.." he mumbles, the words nearly unintelligible.

he doesn't finish his sentence, just trails off and leaves the barely coherent thought hanging in the air between us. "i'm here. all right? i need you to look at me, wil, can you do that?" he nods and looks up at me, this tall, quick-witted man reduced nearly to tears.

the sight makes me feel like my heart is being torn apart slowly, torturously, and i immediately want to take the pain away any way i can.

"i'm here," i continue, keeping eye contact, "and i'll be here for as long as you let me. nothing could ever change that."  he nods, still looking slightly disconnected from reality and i lay back down, him following suit.

i pull him in close and wrap my arms around his middle, his head tucked into the crook of my neck. i can feel his breathing slow, but he stays conscious as i curl my body around his. im still reeling from confusion when he speaks again, more calmly this time. "will you talk to me?"

his heart is still beating more quickly than usual, yet no longer the rapid, racing pounding that it was only moments before. 

"of course," i respond immediately, grateful for something to do in order to help in some small way. "can you tell me what the dream was about? are you comfortable doing that?" i ask carefully, not wanting to push, but needing to know what could cause this

after a moment of complete, nerve wracking silence, he starts talking.

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"VIA GET UP GET UP GET UP"

i bolt upright in confusion, the voice familiar but hard to place. i try to make out the figure jumping on my bed through squinted eyes, unwilling to let too much light into my still-tired eyes. 

after a moment, i give up and search the room with my bleary vision, finally registering blond hair and a blue sweater.

"IS THAT TOMMY FUCKING INNIT IN MY ROOM?" i shout, tugging him down and ruffling his hair as he laughs. i haven't met tommy irl before, but it's a nice surprise. he's sort of like the little brother i never had.

"NO STOP- IM A- OLIVIA STOP IT I AM A VERY SOPHISTI.. I AM A VERY SOPHISTICATED BUSINESS MAN!! STOP TICKLING ME, YOU TOSSER!" he exclaims, trying to get the words out around his fit of laughter.

"TOOOOOOMMYINNITTT IN MY HOUSEEEEE.. WHYYY ISSSS HEEEEE IN MY HOUSSEEEE.." i sing, looking at wilbur as tom rolls off of my bed.

"he's come to film a vlog," wilbur says with a sour look i don't understand.

"why the face?" i question. " you love being in his vlogs!" this statement prompts him to look at tom with feigned annoyance.

"tell her what the vlog is, tomathy," he sighs, with dramatized exasperation. "IM GOING TO BE YOUR CHILD!" tommy exclaims, his voice muffled by the carpet he's still laying on.

"my what?" i ask, amused. this should be good.

"the vlog's bit is going to be me annoying you both to no end, making you take me places and buy me things and do whatever i want basically, and you two just go along with it," he explains, flipping from his stomach to his back, his knees bent, feet planted firmly onto the floor.

"so what you're saying is, we're doing what we usually do, except this time it's irl," i answer, exerting an "oh, shut it," from tom and a nod from wilbur.

"and you don't think the fandom will figure about me and wil dating?" i ask dubiously, meeting wilbur's eyes. tommy answers with a noncommittal "eh."

wil, however, keeps eye contact with me, still leaning against the door frame.

"let them."

i start to blush, but my sudden onset of shyness is interrupted by tom shouting at the top of his god forsaken lungs.

"waffles!"

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sorry guys, this is definitely a filler to set up for the next chapter, but I swear I'll get up to at least 1k words on the next one! I've been really busy these days with exams, but since its my bday I decided to give you guys a little present !! this chapter has been in the works for a while, I just hadn't the slightest idea how to finish it up. also- 1.3k reads????? holy shit thank you????? love you all so mf much, I'm trying my hardest to post chapters when I can!

-bea 🐝