trigger warnings: none.
swearing: yes

this wasn't a specific request, i hope i did well tho, i've had major writers block lately, very unpog.

*not proofread*

wilbur's pov.

  i sat awake in my room, light still on and notebook open at my desk as my fingers continued to play the riff i had just written. i glance at the clock and it reads 3:36 am. i groan in frustration as i've been trying to finish this song for three days straight, i haven't slept a wink.

everyone else is asleep right now, an no one but me knows about my insomnia. i stand up from my chair and stretch, my guitar hanging over my shoulder in front of me because of the strap. i use the strap when i'm sitting down playing at night because one time i ruined a guitar by passing out at my desk and it sliding out of my arms, crashing into various objects, and the corner of the desk punctured the smooth wood.

i grab my notebook and pen, walking out of my room and quietly past everyone else's rooms as i make my way downstairs into the living room. i set my guitar down and go to get water from the kitchen.

i splash my face with water to try to get my inspiration running before grabbing a glass from the cupboard. the only problem was, i accidentally knocked another glass down and it shattered on the ground. "shit-" i mumbled under my breath, not moving my feet as i didn't want hundreds of tiny shards in my flesh.

i thought of what i was to do before i scooted backwards and hopped up on the counter, scooting to the other side of the kitchen to get the broom. as i'm almost about to hop off, i see the stairway light turn on and i hear footsteps. my body tensed up immediately.

i tried to hop off the counter but i slipped and fell onto the glass on my hands and knees, i felt sharp pain and jumped backwards immediately, landing on my bum half way out of the kitchen where there wasn't glass. "fuck..." i whispered to myself quietly.

"wilbur?" i recognized the voice as dad. i looked down at my hands that had started bleeding as he came over to me, kneeling beside me. "wilbur what happened?" he asked, motioning to the mess half way across the room.

"i uhh- i accidentally knocked a glass down while trying to get a drink..." i said. he blinked tiredly, noticing the blood on my hands and knees, seeing how it was 3am and i was wearing shorts.

he sighed, and i felt bad for waking him up, he looked exhausted. he helped me up and i felt my knees sting as i stood. "i'm sorry." i say. "it's alright wilbur, mistakes will happen." he smiled at me, which i returned.

he grabbed the broom and started sweeping up the glass, i would have gone to get the vacuum but my hands were bleeding and in pain. dad quickly swept the glass into a pile on the floor, then coming over to me and placing a hand on my back. "let's get you cleaned up." he said, leading me into the bathroom.

he motioned for me to sit on the countertop, so i did. despite me being taller than him. he cleaned the blood off my hands and got the tweezers out, gently removing the small glass shards from my hands before he did the same to my knees.

i had bandages on both hands and knees to stop the bleeding, and i was hoping that i didn't have anymore glass in my skin, seeing how that was what i was trying to avoid when i broke the stupid cup.

"i'm really sorry about this, i didn't mean to wake you." i said. he finished putting the things away and i got off the counter successfully this time. "again, it's quite alright, wilbur. why were you up so late anyway?" he asked.

"i just needed water." i said. "you literally keep and entire case of water bottles in your room at all times, i'm not very convinced."

i sighed, no point in lying. "i couldn't sleep, so i came down here to work on more music, i figured i could strum my guitar louder seeing how i wouldn't have been right next to everyone else's rooms."

"does this happen often?" he asked, walking into the kitchen again and i followed. "yeah..." i admitted. "why didn't you say something, wilbur you need to get more sleep, okay?" he said, facing me as we continued the conversation in the kitchen.

"i can't, literally. i try to sleep but i just end up laying there for hours. then my head gets to me and i'm awake even more! ive tried literally everything, nothing seems to work." i said, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall.

dad stretched, obviously tired. "well, we'll go to the doctors tomorrow and see what they can do if you feel that nothing works at all, okay?" he said, i nodded. "why don't you come try and sleep in my room tonight?" he asked. "alright, guess i will." i said, and i followed dadza up the stairs into his room.

i immediately laid down, taking a deep breath as he got back into bed. his bed is definitely a lot more comfortable than mine, plus it's a queen sized bed, so that's even more better. (that is proper english no yes ok lol)

dadza held out an arm for me and i scooted closer to him, cuddling into his side as he hugged me with one arm. i closed my eyes, listening to the beat of dad's heart. i felt him lean down and place a kiss atop my head. "goodnight wilbur, love you." he said. "i love you too, dad." i was speaking quietly because i was very comfortable, and felt protected.

my breathing was steady, my eyes stayed closed, the soft humming of the fan and gentle rise and fall of dad's chest lulled me into a deep sleep. before i fell asleep, i could hear dad very softly singing a song he used to sing to me all the time, a nostalgic song of better times, many years ago. but i know that things are going to be okay as i rest here, safe in dadza's arms.

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i'm working on my english i just cant. anyway i hope you enjoyed and please send requests so i can get my brain flowing!!!
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-kiwi