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the selfish bubbling of pressed indigos

Summary:

then the man was gone, disappearing behind the door. as soon as he was gone, tommy slowly turned to face his web camera, grinning brightly.

“in this video i gatekeeped wilbur soot from my twitch chat-“

OR
author is living on a different timeline where suffering is a constant and crimeboys mcc team isn’t real

Notes:

hi hello angel i swear i am not actually mad at you see here is fic? all wrapped up nice and neat :)

don’t ask for context. just take irl crimeboys

god please do not read this as romantic please i had a rough time with some people about it but i swear that’s not what i’m trying to do at all

(ayo editing here to say that i call my best friend ‘baby’ and ‘love’ platonically so using it here wasn’t weird to me at all lmao sorry it got taken as shipping)

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it had been a long day, filled with vlogs and banter and nonstop yelling, and tommy was exhausted. of course, he loved what he did, and always enjoyed it, but sometimes it got very tiring.

 

tommy hummed, nuzzling further into wilbur’s chest drowsily as the man’s hand gently carded through his blond locks. the gesture was almost enough to make the boy asleep, eyes slipping shut before he hurriedly opened them again.

 

an amused snort sounded from the man above him, before the hand in his chair started to lightly scratch at his scalp.

 

shady move. what a prick .

 

tommy leaned into the hand, free hand curling into the sweater that the other was wearing. his body melted, almost like there was honey dripping from his tongue. it made some stupid park of him feel relaxed, more sluggish.

 

“baby, baby, guess what time it is?” the hand in his hair trailed down to cradle his chin, tilting his head back up to face wilbur.

 

“mmm, time for you to let me go to sleep?” tommy responded tiredly, eyes fluttering shut tiredly.

 

wilbur tapped the side of his face, causing his eyes to crack open once more. there was a warm grin on his face, a soft laugh bubbling from his lips.

 

“ no , silly.” he giggled.

 

“it is..” he paused dramatically, huffing whenever tommy’s eyes started to flutter closed. “bob ross time!”

 

he produced his phone, the younger blinking tiredly at the screen until he understood what he was seeing. 

 

the bob ross twitch screen was pulled up, the newest stream clicked on.

 

it all clicked in his mind suddenly.

 

“god, wil, you’re a dumbass ,” tommy huffed, rolling his eyes fondly and ignoring the squeak wilbur let out from above as he tucked himself back onto the older’s chest.

 

“just fuckin’ play it.”

 

wilbur huffed, dropping his chin to rest comfortably in the younger’s head of curls, “don’t be impatient, love.”

 

pressing play on the stream, it started, the tinny sound of bob ross’s voice coming from the phone washing in tommy’s ears.

 

the effect was instant. he became all soft, lax like the strings of a puppet. 

 

bob ross, his comfort streamer. tommy internally snorted at the thought.

 

wilbur hummed, tilting his head to press a kiss to the top of the younger’s head, whispering quietly into his hair, “you can go to bed, baby. bob ross won’t mind.”

 

tommy huffed a laugh, feeling his eyes once again flutter shut, “well, he is dead.”

 

the last thing he heard before he fell asleep was the sound of wilbur’s light laughter.

 

—

 

“chat, i really don’t know why you keep spamming ‘wilbur’s cow sweater’. i just found this on the floor somewhere.” tommy grinned, playing innocent despite how fucking obvious it was that it wasn’t his sweater.

 

he took another swig from his drink before getting up, moving to throw it away. it revealed the full sweater, cow print and all, and just how fucking oversized it was on him.

 

dangling over his form, tommy had to literally roll his sleeves up so that they didn’t make sweater paws. it absolutely dwarfed him, swallowing his body easily and bundling down low over his pants.

 

ignoring his chat, which were starting to speed by quicker than he could blink, he threw his soda can away, glancing at wilbur.

 

said man was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone idly. he sent tommy a grin.

 

“ya know, it’s a bit rude to not even tell them the truth,” he commented.

 

a grin squirmed its way onto tommy’s face as he strode over to his side, snatching the man’s beanie and plopping it on his own head.

 

“gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.”

 

wilbur couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his lips, the one that made him throw his head back and scrunch up his face. he was sure his chat was going crazy.

 

entering back into frame, tommy grinned, settling into his chair, “now why are you all going crazy? you lot of wankers, wil isn’t here.”

 

torturing twitch chat was fun.

 

eventually, wilbur shifted from his place on the bed, stretching as he moved his way into frame.

 

“mm, think i’m going to get a snack, love. have fun.” tommy tilted his head up, wilbur cradling his face and pressing a peck to his forehead.

 

from the corner of his eye, tommy saw the twitch chat go wild . screaming always something along the likes of ‘oh my god’ or ‘they are brothers’.

 

“alright, return soon then.” he said, playing oblivious to his audience.

 

wilbur rolled his eyes, “don’t be clingy, baby.”

 

then the man was gone, disappearing behind the door. as soon as he was gone, tommy slowly turned to face his web camera, grinning brightly.

 

“in this video i gatekeeped wilbur soot from my twitch chat-“

 

—

 

“‘that was cruel of you’? no it wasn’t,” tommy read out, leaning back in his chair smugly.

 

wilbur hummed, crossing his leg on top of the other as he sat in a chair beside the younger, “it was a bit cruel, love.”

 

“shh don’t take their side. they’ll grow an ego.” tommy huffed, resting his chin on his palm.

 

the older swatted at tommy, “pretty sure they already have one.”

tommy furrowed his brows, “how? i actively tell them to die. the point is to lower their self-asteem.”

 

wilbur did the startled laugh thing again, throwing his head back and clapping his hands together. the sight of wilbur laughing never failed to make tommy join along, the spontaneous bursts of wheezes and snorts clashing against the other’s bubbly laugh.

 

once they calmed down, tommy got comfortable, fiddling with wilbur’s beanie.

 

“right, so today chat we were thinking about doing a you laugh you lose, yeah? so mods, turn on mediashare and let them roll in. we’ll share like, five lives.”

 

“yeah, that should be funny.”

 

well, this should be easy. what was the worst that could happen?

 

—

 

“you bitch! ”

 

tommy screeched, bolting out of his chair when wilbur reached out to him, “listen i’m sorry wil!”

 

“it was an animal video!”

 

wilbur tackled the younger, slamming him into the ground. tommy whined, squirming desperately.

 

“get off me why are you so fucking heavy-“

 

the older grinned, patting tommy’s face, “bye bye laugh boy.”

 

“hey twitch i’m being murdered! you should delete wilbur soot’s channel right now-“

 

a hand clamped over the boy's mouth, wilbur glaring sharply, “shut up sweetheart.” tommy flushed pink, licking the man’s hand for him to grimace, pulling it away in disgust.

 

“did you just fucking lick me!?” wilbur exclaimed.

 

“you can’t silence me! i am a big man!”

 

wilbur rolled off tommy, wiping his hand off. there was disgust clear on his face.

 

in response, the younger simply stuck his tongue out.

 

“you probably have rabies.”

 

“i do not- “

 

—

 

“love, come here.”

 

tommy hummed, scratching behind betty’s ears, “but wil , i’m petting me dog.”

 

wilbur rolled his eyes, “i don’t care, come here.”

 

“bullied,” tommy bemoaned, dragging himself over to wilbur, “how could you? thought you loved me.”

 

“you are difficult.”

 

tommy huffed as wilbur’s arms snaked around his neck, a chin dropping onto the top of his head. he leaned into the man without a second thought.

 

“now what did you need me for? just to cuddle?” tommy teased.

 

there was a pause and then a quiet “yeah” was breathed into his hair. a warmth coiled in his chest, one that made him grin widely, turning his head to look at the older.

 

“aww, wil you could’ve just asked. i know i’m your favorite.”

 

wilbur flicked tommy’s forehead gently, though his eyes softened.

 

“really?”

 

“ yes . don’t be stupid. i’m going to punch that insecurity out of you.”

 

the older nuzzled into him, melting into a puddle of goo, “don’t think that would help much love.”

 

“no, no, it would. violence fixes any problem.”

 

“then why did my divorce end so badly?”

 

tommy paused, “ what? ”

 

—

 

“it just is so big on you. it’s adorable .” wilbur smoothed the wrinkles in his cow sweater, a softness in his voice.

 

tommy swatted away his hands, huffing as he rubbed his red cheeks, “i can’t believe you took a picture .”

 

“i’ve made it my home screen,” wilbur responded, grinning cheekily.

 

“you’re a right bastard-“ the younger went to hit wilbur, the older easily grabbing his wrists and tugging them away.

 

“come on baby-“ wilbur laughed lightly, shaking his head, “i’m sorry, i just can’t take you seriously like this-“

 

tugging tommy close to his chest, wilbur hummed, carding a hand through the younger’s curls, scratching lightly at the scalp, the action causing his head to tilt back a bit.

 

tommy melted, his head falling forward to rest on wilbur’s chest.

 

“you’re a dickhead,” he whispered, muffled slightly by the fabric of the man’s sweater.

 

“shush little baby man. you have no say in this matter, love,” wilbur brought his free hand up to cradle tommy’s jaw, letting his fingers brush all over his face. the younger’s eyes fluttered shut when they glanced across them briefly, quickly being pried open again.

 

“ wilby , stop it,” tommy whined, knowing he had done something right when wilbur paused, a wide smile growing across his face which was flushing bright red.

 

“what? wilby ? is that really your off switch?” the younger joked, poking lightly at the older’s sternum.

 

when there was no answer, everything shifted into place in his mind instantly.

 

a grin creeped on his face, “oh my god, that’s actually adorable. god, i really have you wrapped around my finger huh?”

 

wilbur shook his head fondly, moving both of his hands down to cradle the younger’s face, “ wilby . fucking wilby . i’m a broken man darling, you’ve broken me.”

 

tommy snorted, “in this video i broke wilby-“

 

a finger pressed against his lips, cutting him off abruptly, “ shut up . stop- stop saying that.”

 

the younger raised an eyebrow, reaching up to clasp the hands over his face. “see, you say that, and then you fucking melt every time i call you wilby.”

 

wilbur cooed, in that adoringly fond way, “it’s cute . makes me want to just become a puddle of goo. it’s a bit unfair.”

 

“yeah well you call me things like love or baby or sweetheart -“

 

“what? you don’t like those bubs? because i have many more.”

 

tommy flushed, the tips of his ears burning, “no no, i’m fine with those, nevermind.”

 

“really angel cause-“

 

“yeah no, we’re not doing this,” tommy wrenched himself from the older’s grasp, wanting to just escape.

 

“but sugar-“

 

“what did i just say!?”

 

—

 

tommy stumbled into the kitchen, wrinkling his nose at the scent of burnt food. he had just woken up, he wasn’t prepared for any of this shit.

 

“come here baby, are you tired?” wilbur asked with a small grin, stretching his arms out.

 

the younger fell into them easily, humming a sleepy response into wilbur’s sweater as the man combed a hand through his hair gently.

 

“i burnt the toast,” the older whispered, swaying them gently back and forth.

 

“yes, well, you’re known for burning things,” tommy said, a quiet yawn escaping from his mouth. 

 

“then what’s for breakfast?”

 

wilbur looked a bit sheepish, “some eggs and hot cocoa.”

 

the younger went to untangle himself from wilbur’s grasp, his attempts predictably stopped quickly. tommy huffed, but allowed wilbur to guide him around the kitchen, making his food with a comforting 6”5’ figure attached to him.

 

eventually, they settled down onto the couch, plates of bacon balanced on laps and cups of hot cocoa pressing against coasters. 

 

tommy leaned into wilbur’s side, fitting his head snugly in the crook of the man’s neck. an arm wrapped around his torso, pressing him closer. 

 

“what do you want to watch love?”

 

tapping wilbur’s ankle gently with his foot, the older got annoyed and just locked their legs together, the result being a mess of interlocked limbs.

 

“i dunno, just anything.”

 

wilbur snorted a laugh, already beginning to scroll through stuff to watch, “alright sweetheart, whatever you want.”