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

tell me we both matter, don't we?

for wilbur, he'd been panicking every day since he said yes to you once more.

playing onstage is very different from recording by yourself, studio or childhood bedroom. he's never done it. it never occurred to him that it could, posting those songs online. it was all just to cope with his life and focus on something else besides the numbing in his head and body. something to do besides lay in bed and be left alone in his thoughts, day in and day out.

techno, ever the helpful person, had asked what he was going to wear and that itself brought up another topic to sweat his hands over.

he hadn't even thought about his clothes! and after rummaging through his clothes, the stuff he wore daily and then the stuff he saved for special occasions— nothing was good enough for your concert.

"we can always go shopping," his brother spoke from his bed, flipping through a beauty magazine with little interest in what wilbur's panicking over now.

"shopping, yeah of course, except for the little problem called money, tech, i can't just go and buy clothes-" and with that techno's head lifts and tilts on his shoulders, giving him that blank stare.

"did you forget the part where i said 'we'?" and wilbur didn't exactly become sour at that, but he was considerably a little less stressed.

"okay then, well let's go now, get dressed." will said as he swiped techno's feet off his bed, snagging the sweater on his bed and shoving his head through it, not watching or listening to how techno started to grumble about how early it is, how they could go later but of course, wilbur isn't going to listen to all that negative talk right now.

so that's how they found themselves in the nearest shop, a little place called angelina's with bright walls with checkered patterns, neon words lighting up the business as well as other weird little glowing creatures, plugged into the wall. with many sections only being sectioned by size, it's popular for people with good taste, obviously. no wonder techno chose it.

they're there thumbing through shirts and pants, with techno only showing will the silliest of options, including the biggest faux fur coat will'd ever seen, a pink button up with little lobsters and anchors, bright green jeans, and the never-ending collection of stilettos.

"will." his mono voice never betrayed him, seeing as will was always caught off-guard by what he showed him. this time it's another pair of stilettos, but covered in orange tufts of fur.

"you know you're being real helpful right now," will comments, trying his hardest not to smile because it was a real 'what the fuck is that' kind of moment. where in the fuck did his brother find those?

"the best help a brother can know," his little smile with closed eyes, hair tangled and looking the worst bird-nest made by man. it was a sight to see.

he'd probably get the same amount of help if he asked his other brother for help, now that he's thinking about it.

"okay, since you're not actually taking my real, and very genuine, advice, i think you should call this person you're obsessed with and talk clothes with them," and though it would seem like a good idea based in good intentions, he waits for the other shoe to drop, "because right now, i'm just a lil' bit hungry, and if you need more of my opinions, i'll be over there." and as he leaves he gives wilbur a clasp on the shoulder and heads to the bakery across the street.