#crimeboys angst

[puddinpaw]

brother, if you have the chance to pick me up

[sunshine-on-marz]

“Soon you’ll get better.”

Taylor swift song fic

SBI angst.

Tw: unspecified sickness, mentions of hospitals, death, and medication, lots of crying and screaming. Religion/ religious trauma

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They knew something was wrong as soon as Wilbur started coughing. Phil offered him water, but he was struggling to breathe. Techno noticed right away, running to his brothers side to help him sit down, Phil, seeing how pale his son was immediately rushed to grab his keys and a coat for Tommy, tommy was the only one who wast wearing a sweater. He’d taken it off that morning, it made Wilbur laugh when techno tried fruitlessly to get the blonde to put it back on. But as they drove the hospital, Wilbur incessantly saying that he’s fine as his voice cracked from the strain of simply talking, tommy fiddled with the coat buttons and the locks of his hair that fell barely to his collar. In the hospital, it was loud, and so was Tommy, but for the first time he could remember he didn’t like the loud. Techno had him propped up on his hip, holding Tommy like he was nothing, because in that moment no weight was heavier than the what if’s that paced their mind the same way so many desperate people paced the halls.

Tommy used to love the color orange. That was until he saw the pill bottles. There were always so many. One in the kitchen, one in the living room, one in the medicine cabinet, one in Wilbur’s bedroom. Always in reach, in case his brother almost died again. If there was one thing he hated more than the color orange it was knowing that his brother was hurting, and knowing that he was completely helpless to that hurt. But Tommy would never tell Wilbur how scared he was, but he would tell God. The people in the waiting room that first visit, some had rosaries, some were just holding their hands together just as tightly as Tommy had been holding onto techno. But now Tommy was praying too. He’s always thought it was stupid, preferring to listen to his brothers talk about the Greek and Roman gods rather than go to church, but right now he was desperate. So he begged a God he didn’t trust, to help his brother, he didn’t trust anyone anymore, he couldn’t, not until Wilbur’s promises of being ok were fulfilled.

The hospital trips were getting more and more grim, and Wilbur’s reassurances were getting more and more shaky. Tommy knew he was the only one who still had any faith in them being true, but if he lost hope then he was accepting losing Wilbur, and if he lost Wilbur he’d lose himself. So when Wilbur hugged him and said “I’ll be better soon kid” tommy would always whisper back “you’ll get better soon” but what he’d leave out is “you have to.”

Tommy cried in school for the first time when Techno burst into his classroom saying Wilbur had collapsed again. It was delusional to think they could escape it happening anywhere but their house, somehow that’s exactly what had been happening for the past few years, but it really sunk in just how bad it was when he saw his puffy eyes in the hospital bathroom mirror. Phil went home that night to get the necessities, but he also brought Wilbur’s laptop. Wilbur, with his shaking hands and cracking lips would insist on helping tommy play the sims. They’d pretend it wasn’t real, the hospital that is. They’d make fun of Tommy for accidentally picking a neon color for the kitchen walls, tommy said it matches the sky. Some of the nurses would tell Wilbur that all the screen time wasn’t helping him, but Techno would tell them to fuck off. Wilbur had some favorite nurses, tommy couldn’t remember many of the names, so he just called those ones the “nice nurses”. One name he did remember was nurse Andrea, a kind woman who always say Wilbur was “making the best of a bad deal”. Wilbur told her about Tommy’s accomplishments as if he was a proud parent, and the blonde would sit with teary eyes as Wilbur told Andrea how proud of a brother he was. Andrea hugged Tommy that night as he cried in the hallway, she promised him that Wilbur was as comfortable as he could be right now, and that helped, as much as it could help right now.

The day they were told to say their goodbyes Tommy cried harder than he ever had. And Wilbur just held him. “Who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do?” He sobbed, and Wilbur kissed his blonde curls and smiled with teary eyes “you have techno. And Tom, you’ll always have me.”

That night was the last night they saw Wilbur before the funeral

At the funeral people kept promising that one day things would feel ok again, but Tommy knew they wouldn’t.

So he kneeled at his brothers coffin and whispered

“You’ll get better soon. ‘Cause you have to.”

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RAHHHHH IM SORRY YALL BUT THERES SO MUCH MORE ANGST THIS DOES WELL I’LL POST THEM

@canonically-a-genloser L you have to have your weekly sad angst breakdown live on tumblr

[loversj0y]

bc I’m a pussy, I’m thinking Wilbur finally finds out but of course he doesn’t kill Tommy, and Tommy turns him a little after so they can live together forever :((

- 🍐

wilbur would find out because of the vampire who turned him

they’d be fighting one day, going at it, and the vamp goes

“you seem more angry today. im sure its got nothing to do with the state of your brother”

“what? what the fuck did you do to tommy?”

“oh nothing. but. really, turning people is far easier than it seems.”

and wilbur is enraged but suddenly everything makes so much more sense. and he has to really think. obviously he’s not going to hunt down his brother. but now he understands why his brother has been so cold, and fuck tommy must hate him and be fucking terrified

because wilbur blames himself. he thinks its his fault that tommy got turned. so that night he goes into tommy’s room and just sobs and apologizes and tommy has no clue what’s actually going on but once he figures it out, he’s all tense and doesnt know where they go from here, but he breaks down crying and telling wilbur how he’s terrified of living without him like he will in the future

and wilbur stops hunting. hes more focused on spending as much time with his brother as he can while he still can because he knows how bad it will be for tommy.

but just because he stops hunting doesnt mean he’s no longer a target.

wilbur gets ambushed, and they nearly tear him apart in his own home, and he got rid of his supplies so he cant even fight back

and he’s nearly dead once tommy reaches him, and tommy

he cant do it.

he cant stand to see his brother die like this. so he does the one thing he knows he can. even if it means wilbur hates him forever, he cant let his brother die like this.

so he turns him.

[thatsstringcheese]

Spread My Wings

theseus_crowned on AO3

tw// death, accidental suicide

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tommy looked at the ground beneath him. his wings twitched on his back as he anticipated flying. surely if he were to fall he wouldn't survive. would that even matter at this point? taking in a deep breath, he stepped forward and off the edge, his eyes closed as to fight off any fear. the wind rushed around him as he fell and...

"tommy?"

he opened his eyes. bright lights yet darkness everywhere surrounded him. it was hot and cold at the same time, like the seasons were at war in front of him. his body ached and burned yet felt light. where the hell was he?

"tommy you shouldn't be here…"

he looked around desperately for the source of that oh so familiar voice. ran through the empty land that stretched seemingly infinitely. his lungs felt heavy and his feet thudded loudly, echoing around him.

"you need to leave"

as he kept running towards the voice, a rock caught his shoe and altered his trajectory, sending him crashing into the hard ground. he groaned as his body hit the dirt, his shoulder slamming into a tree root that was peeking above the soil.

"where are you? please I need to see you"

"you cant- I can't tommy you need to go home you can't stay here you're not MEANT to be here"

"I don't even know where I am!!!"

silence.

"hello?"

silence.

"tommy…"

tommy pulled himself up from where he fell, his muscles throbbing and his shoulder stinging from making connection with the hard surface.

"what did you do before you came here, tommy?"

he thought back…what WAS he doing? last he remembers he was on top of a tower and-

"oh…oh no…"

stumbling back, his mind rushed with the overwhelming reality of the situation.

"tommy what did you do?"

his knees gave out beneath him as he sank to the ground, tears beginning to spill from his eyes and pouring down his scared face.

"tommy listen to me…I need you to tell me what happened."

a sob escaped his lips as he realised everyone he would probably never get to see again, everything he'd never get to experience. as his thoughts wandered, a soft set of footsteps slowly made their way over to where he was, a cold hand placing itself onto his shoulder and kneeling down beside him.

"wilbur…wilbur I made a horrible mistake…I did something I can't undo. something I never should have attempted."

wilbur had heard this before. from himself, about 5 years ago now, back when he first got here. he'll never forget that day. it haunted him all those years and wasn't going to stop anytime soon. he couldn't let tommy go through that as well. he wouldn't be able to look at himself the same way again if tommy had to go through what he experienced. he pulled the boy close and wrapped his arms around him, the younger sobbing harder and clinging to him like he was going to fade away if he let go. the scary thing is where they are right now that's a very real and terrifying possibility.

through sobs, tommy managed to get out a few vague words. 'up', 'wings', 'fly', 'ground'. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. it also didn't take a genius to know that when tommy was…alive…he had no wings. not that tommy knew. he always believed he had wings. noone would've dared to tell him otherwise.

"oh tommy…mate…it's okay. you're not alone here. I'm here for you, always."

wilburs heart ached. he knew that wasn't true. he was sure tommy knew as well. but for now, it was all they had to hold on to. he'd been here for too long already. noone stays here forever, it's rare. its even rarer for someone to leave this place. even their mother couldn't help them. this place was out of her reach, out of her domain. they could beg for her all they wanted, she wasn't coming.

as they sat there, the void around them seemed to whisper unheard words, life sprouting from nowhere. they were going to have to find a way out of this, lest they cease to exist altogether.

[bugflies00]

"watch out technoblade, tommy's angry at you" top 10 moments that killed thousands.

[cloffmoff]

c!crimeboys and butterflies

thinking about that one c!crimeboys line, 'cause you get in people's heads, wil. You're like a little caterpillar. You go in through their ear, and you hatch a butterfly. Pretty soon, your brain's all just colors and flying...and then you're making the wrong decisions.' BUT you know that old hc that butterflies would follow post-revival tommy around because butterflies eat corpses? Not only has c!wilbur planted a 'butterfly' in Tommy's head, that butterfly is slowly (metaphorically) eating his brain from the inside out

[nomsfaultau]

when Tommy can’t sleep at night, Wilbur sings to help ward off the nightmares. They’re the same lullabies Philza hummed to him when he was a kid.

[m00nagedreamin]

tomorrow, i make tommyinnit suffer

[ax-y10]

I have an angsty fic.

It's essentially a Tommy & Wilbur (platonic) but it's hella angsty, and Y/n is dating Wilbur, and slimecicle, philza and ranboo are in the background of the fic.

it's angsty and I might cry writing it

[cricketblabbers]

Help finding a fanfic!(could contain spoilers)

I have been trying to find a fic for a while now and just can't figure out what it's called. Idk if it's been taken down or what but I want to read it again. It's a SBI hero/villain centered around Bedrock bros. Tommy and Techno are piglin hybrids, techno a brute and tommy a runt, 3/4 sbi are villains I think. Tommy is evil hero dreams brother and uses him to find weaknesses of piglins to fight techno. I think quackity is a lawer in later chapters that sapnap calls up to go against dream? It starts with tommy finding techno in an alley and their instincts cause them to bond and techno takes him home(not really kidnapping but could be idk) and Tom meets the fam. They descover dreams bad to him and want to keep him.

I don't remember much else but I forgot to save it and now I can't find it please help!

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

SBI Whumptober day 9!!

Burn Wounds//Branding//"You're burning up" -Crimeboys -Modern AU -5k words -Comfort/Happy ending

The Sunset Is Yours (But You Can't Behold It)

[sunshine-on-marz]

Tommy:

“I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want. Just, not, home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me

in your bones

And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)”

(Talking to Wilbur)

[loversj0y]

alright get this. vampire hunter!wilbur and vampire!tommy and at first Tommy wasn’t a vampire but then he got turned into one and he’s terrified of Wilbur and also hurting wilbur and wills like “whys my brother avoiding me :(“

- 🍐

sorry to be late to this :3 had a rough night but more crimeboys angst :)

oh babyyyyyyy

tommy gets turned solely in a wrong-place wrong-time situation. he;s just walking down the street after work, and he gets ambushed (he thinks its a coincidence. the vampire has actually been fighting off wilbur for sometime, so he knew this was the perfect way to get back at the vampire hunter)

tommy doesnt go home that night, he RUNS to tubbos and makes some excuse because he's panicking and he doesnt know what to do

and wilbur is. upset. they were supposed to watch movies tonight :(

when tommy wakes up, he's been healed well enough (vampire super healin and whatnot) but he's still just a fledgling, he's weaker and he craves a lot more, which scares him. he doesn't want to hurt anyone, not like this. he knows he won't be able to last, but tubbo, ever the genius, (he's neutral on the whole vampire thing. he trusts tommy enough to know that tommy wouldnt hurt him, and he wants to help his best frined) talks to a friend who works at a hospital and gets a blood bag for tommy. and its not the same but it works well enough, and tommy's able to ration it for a while.

it's when tommy goes home that night, blood hidden in his backpack, that he sees wilbur for the first time since it happened.

and wilbur doesn't notice anything off about him, especially since tommy had said that tubbo needed help, not him. but wilbur wants to hang out. he misses his brother, so he makes them dinner, tommy's favorite.

but tommy barely eats, makes some excuse about feeling ill, and turns in early.

and it fucking hurts wilbur because he doesnt know what he did.

but it hurts tommy more. because he'd already had to align with the idea that he has become everything his brother hates. but that's not the worst of it.

the worst is the knowledge that he will outlive his brother, and there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.

[dreadpirateroe]

am i the only one who like c!bedrock bros better than c!crimeboys for like brotherly love and sometimes even for angst

[yarn-dragon]

New fic! Juniper just wants to see her son

[erebusxiv]

wilbur hates people

erm... here's a little crimeboys drabble i wrote a few months ago

wilbur is not a people person. really, he just hates people. he can't name a single person he enjoys being around. he used to sit on beaches and strum his guitar but that attracted too many people. now he plays alone in his apartment, but he loves it. no one bothers him.

now wilbur, a people hater through and through, meets this annoying kid who will not leave him alone. meets is strong, more like this kid is everywhere wilbur goes. turns out he's the neighbors kid and wilbur might just move away. this dumb kid will not stop bothering him, and it's getting on his nerves.

"come on please! i just want to hear you play! you're really good at it!"

wilbur is going to throw out his guitar. he did not sign up for this "go away kid, i'm busy"

"i know you're lying you never leave your house"

"what are you? some kind of creepy stalker?"

"no dickhead, i can tell because i can hear your guitar all the time."

"if you can hear from next door then why are you asking me to play for you?"

"cause i want to hear it live! it'd be so much cooler"

and so wilbur gives in, it wasn't his plan but this kid is so annoying if he does it this once maybe the kid will leave him alone.

he doesn't stop. he plays him one song and sends him home. the next day there's a knock on his door and wilbur chooses to ignore it until he hears a slightly muffled "i know you're in their dickhead" wilbur sighs and opens the door a crack.

"what do you want?"

"can you play for me again?"

"yea like i'm gonna a child into my apartment and not be called a creep by your parents."

"fuck you, i'm not a child. but my dad's not home, and he wouldn't care anyways."

"no, now fuck off" this goes on until wilbur decides he needs to talk to the kid's dad to get him to shut up.

wilbur meets the man, he's a nice gentleman who laughs and says as long as wilbur doesn't mind the kid bothering him he doesn't care. the kid's dad says his son loves wilbur's playing, he even admits to enjoying the faint tunes through the thin walls. wilbur fakes a smile and lies through his teeth, tells the kind man that he's not at all bothered by the kids incessant bothering. they go back to wilbur's and the kid grins.

"i told you so"

"shut up or i'm sending you home"

this goes on for months, it's endless torture for wilbur, who hates everyone to ever exist.

wilbur decides to teach the kid guitar, because this will stop him. (it doesn't, it won't)

one day, the kid stops showing up. perfect, wilbur doesn't care at all. he doesn't care when he doesn't show up the next day, or the next, or the day after that.

wilbur has absolutely no care about the kid who entered his life quickly and left just as fast. that's until he receives a letter. he opens up to a messily scribbled out message on a piece of copy paper.

"thanks for teaching me guitar, dickhead. from tommy"

that's all it says. no return address, nothing other than eight words in ugly handwriting and wilbur's address on the envelope.

wilbur, who hates everyone, can name one person he enjoyed being around.