and i'd give up forever to touch you || Wilbur x Reader

tommy eat world

the car a.c. runs colder than he remembered it being or maybe it was just his blood turning blue when tommy had caught sight and heard the phone singing your tune.

"who's that?"

and he never exits the car faster, leaving his brother in there as he answers it, quickly lifting it to his ear and finds himself hearing your voice for the second time that day.

"hey, wilbur! just wanted to know if you were free or still had work?" and turning around to face the front doors of his office building, he bites down his lips, could he afford to miss work? especially since he would be housing tommy?

"i- well, there's work and i actually-" he chokes on his spit when tommy exits the car, voice already carrying out into the open air, talking about how rude he was being for leaving a child in the car though he wasn't really a child- "-i have my brother with me and he can be loud-"

"that's okay! really, you know how loud we can get to, especially quackity here, but we found a friend with an open studio if you want to come quick and hear what we have so far? though you don't have to, really, just wanted to give you the chance, nobody would mind your brother either," your voice fades into echos in his eardrums, and his brother's rings out against the cold outside, and a pounding headache settles between his temples.

and when he figures his brother might settle down if he meets his friends or when they play some music, eager to spend time with him, he figures it can't be too bad of an idea. and if he comes in for a few extra hours during next week he can make up for tonight. not like they'll mind.

"send me the address, i'll try to be there as fast as possible," he says and he hangs up before his side is tackled and he almost fumbles with his phone, surprised noises leaving him and quickly following are irritated grunts. "you're such a prick," he pushes down on the blond's head but he just headbutts his stomach, all the air leaving his body just as fast as he had it.

before he knows it, tommy has his phone but he's scowling at it and then grabbing at the collar of his shirt, "tell me the fuckin' password, dickhead," though he doesn't give it back.

dragging his fingers down his cheeks, he groans and then inhales deeply, trying to reach even the farther corners of his lungs and calm down. "listen, if you want to meet some of my- my friends, then you need to give me my phone," tommy cheers and shoves his phone into his hands but he wasn't done, "and! and behave. be nice. try not to annoy them," but he wasn't listening. when did he ever? tommy just returns to the car, plugging his phone into the aux cord and starting up a new indie band that he insists wilbur listens to.

he can only sigh and join him in the car, turning the volume slightly down as he buckles in, unlocking his phone and putting the address into the maps app, it seemingly being a small studio tuckered away into the side of a building.

"well come on then! we don't want to keep your friends waiting," tommy gives him a grin and he has to hold the urge to shake him inside of himself.

sometimes, tommy was good company.

other times-

he was trying to talk his ears off while will was driving, all the while refusing to have the music any less than at concert level. his headache worsened. ten minutes of this, ten minutes of straight sound chaos.

when he parks in front of the studio, he reaches into the glove compartment and unscrews a pill bottle, shaking it till two capsules were dropped into his palm. popping them into his mouth and reaches down into the passenger's leg space and finds a half-empty water bottle, drinking all of it and swallowing down the water and pills. turning to face his brother and tell him to get out, he finds the fucker already gaping at him as if he just grew four heads. "what?" he asks but he's already loud in his bemoaning.