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Wilbur is pissed.
He just got dunked on math class today.
Today’s lesson is boring, nothing of interesting to pay attention to. Yet somehow the one time he let himself slipped to daydream about what his single lyrics could be for his next performance comeback, his name is being called. And of course he cannot answer the problem, that it lead to long lecture about him not really being present in the class. Resulting in the additional assignments specifically for Wilbur’s class due to non-existing enthusiast his class has given for the past weeks.
Not to mention the newly revised gig schedule he received that morning that had him rethinking his future career choice. Don’t get him wrong, music is his passion. But with the university exams coming up, new singles he needed to write and perform. He doesn’t think he could survived up until the end of this month.
So there’s that.
With tension high, Wilbur tries his best to manage and keep everything’s under control. His presence at home is merely a fleeting meal and short nap here and there. Easy to irritate and tend to distant himself by staying in his room. Slowly but surely his grinds come to an acceptable routine, and dare he says he might gets the hang of it.
Of course the exhausting but content days comes to an end when Tommy casually stroll into his room.
Tommy.. Most of the day, he is fine with Tommy. The guy is irritatingly endearing. The kid came from a bad place, and just recently accepted his adoption from Phil. After a year and a half getting himself settled in this household, Wilbur could see that finally Tommy truly feels safe and at home with people he cares about. So yes the little gremlin is fine for most days, but not today though.
Today is another caveman day for Wilbur. He has yet leave his room after he got back from university. He writes and writes and scribbles words and phrases all day, barely even sticking his nose out to his family.
“Wilbuuuuh”
Here comes the whiny ass kid.
Wilbur is aware of his foul mood, but my god Tommy’s voice is especially annoying right now. Wilbur does not entertain Tommy with a response, and just opt to continue his light stroke of inspirations. Tommy however seeing the lack of answer as a green light to whatever he is planning.
He can hear Tommy loud thumps of footsteps into his thinking area in his bedroom. Did he leave his door open? Or did he not hear Tommy’s knocking? As soon as this thoughts come, there is presence right next to Wilbur. Tommy is peering over his shoulder to take a good look at what he is doing. He does not appreciate the nosiness, but it is still tolerable. He tries to hold in the grumpiness and all mean things his mouth could said for Tommy’s sake. Well for everyone’s sake really.
“Go away Tommy.” Wilbur lowly grunts at Tommy, not even looking up from his messy notes. Fingers forever stuck on his hair, gripping unnecessarily in hope for inspiration to come.
Tommy should have seen the signs, the tell-tale of incoming fury, but he does not. Instead, Tommy folds his hands, juts his chin, and continues bothering Wilbur.
“Don’t be a dick Wil, you’ve been holed up all week here. Bet that chair has an ass shape on it with how long you sit there!” Teased Tommy playfully, silly grin etched on his face, though not Wilbur is aware of. All he hear is Tommy annoying laugh and whines. He scoffs at Tommy’s comment and further drags down his already furrowed eyebrows in concentration.
Tommy chatter mood does not end there as he continues to ramble about his day that Wilbur does not need to know about. “… yeah but imagine Tubbo’s face when I stick the mud. The mud! On my hand to his forehead Wil! Did you hear that! Oh I cant believe he actually flipped himself and rolled over….” The incessant talk continues as more and more vein popping on Wilbur forehead himself. He swears to God one more time Tommy opens his goddamn mouth—
Wilbur scribbles of unrecognizable handwriting come to a halt. With a messy accidental long S letter scratching long past its supposed shape, Wilbur gently puts the pencil next to his notes. His fingers finally leaving his hair and now resting on the other side of notes.
Because Tommy Did not just tap his shoulder.
Wilbur muted rage must have been very obvious as even Tommy’s rambles and playful energy just sucked out of his being. Tommy animated hand, that just gingerly tapped him while telling his story, immediately falls back to his side. Upon seeing Wilbur’s carefully crafted blank face, Tommy just knows he might push something he shouldn’t push. Tommy anxious and guilty expression must have been lost to Wilbur, because the next second Tommy tries to apologize Wilbur just abruptly stands up.
His movement is so harsh that it knocks over a coffee mug which then spilled leftover coffee on the desk, edge of Wilbur’s notes, and even slowly the floor.
“Sor-“
But Tommy has no time to yet deliver another apology because Wilbur just beats him to it.
“Oh shut up Tommy!” Wilbur is now fully facing Tommy. Head still hanging low that he doesn’t notice the way Tommy flinched when he raised his voice.
No longer Wilbur conceals his weeks long worth of frustration, tension is all over his face now. He clenches his fist, with finger pointing to Tommy.
“Yada yada yada yada! Tubbo this Tubbo that! Never stop yapping about yourself. How self centered are you to just keep speaking, and speaking, and speaking that it caused me to just self implode!”
Even though Tommy got nothing to do with all his pent up exasperations. Even though Wilbur just screams, what perhaps, things that bothered him the whole weeks. Even though he yells about himself-
“You have no idea how much of a burden you are! Things are just complicated, stuff got delayed, and just for you!!”
Body tenses up, he can feel his chest tighten. But he keeps going. He needs to let this out! With his intense glare, Wilbur doesn’t realize his threatening position. Wilbur doesn’t realize Tommy poorly hidden trembles, the way Tommy’s hand warily hovers above his body where his vital organs would be. Wilbur doesn’t realize his reddened and very flushed face triggered Tommy’s fight or flee. And so he continues.
“Gee Tommy I don’t know! Have you ever considered that you know? Your voice is annoying, your complaining is annoying, YOU are annoying! Its maddening really! All I ask is, really just a peaceful day!” He is panting now, white hot breaths from the both of them. Wilbur takes a handful of seconds to catch his breath and closes his eyes while doing so, oblivious to the panic he just sends his brother into.
Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, Wilbur blows a long sigh. A crappy attempt to relax himself. With a tired look he says, “so Tommy…” and a brief eye contact with Tommy’s big blue eyes, “please just shut up.”
His tone is final leaving no place to further the conversation. Not that they have any at that moment. Like a kicked puppy, Tommy lowly whines, and thankfully just leave. With no words.
Headache finally coming down on him, hammering his already mushed head. His vision never been any clearer and shitty in his whole life. He stares at Tommy’s spot for a moment, then gains his footing once more.
He knows his outbursts to Tommy was unwarranted, but he can’t find himself to feel regretful. Or thats what he thinks until his legs finally given up, a telltale sign of coming off of his high.
His breaths finally slowed, shakily reaching for his phone from his pants. Wilbur notices-
“Ah fuck deadlines’ tomorrow-“
Wilbur stands up and heads back to his desk.
And so he continues his writing without a care in the world. Not realizing the stranger Tommy will become.