what's stopping you?

since i saw vienna

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

wilbur laughs as george closes the door in his face, rolling his eyes as he pushes it open and steps into the house. "very funny," he says, playfully sarcastic, noticing in his peripheral how dream smiles amusedly as he pushes his shoes off.

"i call it payback," george says with a cheeky smile, not caring to take his own shoes off as he heads straight up the stairs to his room. wilbur doesn't question it, already knowing that his brother has a date to get ready for (the group had listened to sapnap spend the whole of lunch telling george that he can't kiss or suck dick under any circumstances 'because of his piercing').

wilbur looks over at dream as he pushes his shoes off, saying, "do you wanna work upstairs in my room today?"

dream doesn't answer for a moment, and wilbur nearly revokes the offer before the blond replies, "sure."

wilbur smiles at the answer. "do you want a drink or anything?" he offers, earning a polite headshake in response. "alright, we can head straight up then." dream nods, and wilbur quickly leads the way up to his bedroom. he says to dream, "you can sit anywhere, i'm just going to go check on toms," before dropping his bag on the floor and leaving the blond in his room.

wilbur makes his way down the hallway, knocking on his little brother's door and earning a tired groan in response. he pushes the door open to find the blond curled up in bed, room dark with the lights off and curtains shut.

"you doing alright?" he asks, earning a short hum in response.

wilbur notices tommy's octopus teddy bear, which he always cuddled when he was ill, on the floor. it had clearly fallen off the bed, so the brunette quickly crosses the room to go and pick it up.

he wordlessly passes it to tommy, who takes it with a small smile and a tired sounding, "thanks." he holds the pink octopus tight against himself, squeezing it with all his strength.

now closer to the blond, and with his eyes adapting to see through the darkness, wilbur notices his brother's clothes (or lack thereof) and he frowns. "did you sleep in your binder?"

tommy just groans loudly, rolling over so he is no longer facing the brunette. "fuck off."

wilbur sighs silently, "toms, come on," he tries to reason, "you know you can't do this."

"i said fuck off."

although wilbur wants tommy to always be comfortable and feel like the boy he is, especially during his period, he doesn't want him hurting himself in the process. "you need to take it off tommy, come on, you can switch it for a sports bra," he offers.

"i don't wanna wear a fuckin' bra, wil," tommy replies defensively, his body curling up impossibly smaller around his octopus. some joint pops, and wilbur is almost sure they were in his back.

wilbur sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch tommy's shoulder, who immediately jerks away from the touch. the brunette puts his hands back in his lap. "i know it makes you feel better tommy, i get that, but y-"