Tommyinnit Oneshots

You Hold Something Fragile In Your Loving Arms

Part 2 of I Am Broken
Wilbur

Wilbur remembered the day vividly. He and Tommy were making fun of each other, their laughter bouncing around the small alcove that turned away from the main hall. Tommy had fallen into his lap, his arms wrapped around his stomach as he giggled. Wilbur had his eyes closed shut with tears almost dripping down. When Wilbur looked down at Tommy, he noticed that Tommy wasn't laughing anymore. When Wilbur rolled him over, Tommy's lips had gone purple and red spots framed his face. Wilbur screamed until Phil came running. Tommy was carried away into the car. That was the last time Tommy had been awake. Months had passed with Tommy stuck in that coma. Wilbur didn't even know what happened. Was it the laughter? Was it something Wilbur did?

Now, Wilbur was sitting on the couch with an awake Tommy. But this wasn't his Tommy. This Tommy was like a terrified wild animal with everyone, and while his trauma wasn't clear to pinpoint what caused it, Wilbur could see all of it. Tommy refused the company of Techno no matter the situation. He would panic if anyone other than Puffy or Ranboo came over. Tommy had sobbed himself sick when Tubbo came over. Tommy would normally hide in his room, but when he came out, it was easy to see how he flinched at nearly everything. Especially Wilbur. If he walked a little too fast in the general direction of Tommy, the boy was scrambling back with a pained expression. Another noticeable thing was that he would stare worryingly if Phil got too close to Wilbur, and that was something they couldn't explain without diving into the unfavorable ideas of what Tommy's past life was like.

Wilbur had been watching a movie when Tommy came down the stairs. Wilbur looked at him cautiously. Tommy looked like he wanted to say something, but all he did was sigh while settling down on the opposite side of the couch. Wilbur tried to keep his attention on the movie. He didn't want to scare Tommy off when he had finally reached out to him. Wilbur couldn't help it when his eyes darted towards him. If Tommy noticed, he didn't show it. Tommy's attention was within his own head with his eyes pinned on the wall behind the television. Wilbur was tempted to ask what had Tommy lost in thought, but he wasn't sure how the blonde would respond. Wilbur didn't want to harm what fragile comfort Tommy was (hopefully) finding by being there.

"Wilbur, will you do something for me?" Tommy said unexpectedly. Wilbur's eyes widened as he looked over. Tommy's lips were pressed into a firm line, and he was staring intently at the middle of the coffee table. Wilbur could see an urgent darkness swimming around in those grayish blue orbs. If this was his Tommy, Wilbur would have made a big show of saying 'no' but doing it anyways. This time, Wilbur stood to his feet in preparation. Some part of him hoped Tommy would ask for a hug. Wilbur had been dying to wrap Tommy up in his arms since Tommy woke up from his coma. It took a lot of willpower to stop himself from crossing that boundary. Tommy was filled with enough anxiety around him without Wilbur forcing physical contact.

Tommy stood up, taking a small step towards Wilbur. Tommy grabbed both of Wilbur's wrists, and Wilbur let his arms go slack so Tommy could do whatever he wanted. Tommy placed one of Wilbur's hands on his shoulders. Tommy positioned the other one to be diagonal from Tommy's face. Tommy let his hands drop to his side, leaving Wilbur's hands where they were. Wilbur looked at his hands in confusion. What did Tommy want him to do? Did he want Wilbur to pet his hair or something? Tommy had his eyes closed, but since Wilbur wasn't doing anything, he huffed as he opened them. Tommy decided now was the time to explain what he waned. "Just... fucking hit me or some shit."

"What?" It came out before his brain truly processed what it was that Tommy wanted. Wilbur's hands remained where Tommy put them, but his hands had begun trembling as he searched Tommy's face for proof that this was a joke. It had to be a joke. Wilbur couldn't handle it if it wasn't a joke.

"Hit me. Or just yell at me. Pull my hair if that floats your fucking boat," Tommy continued with an exasperated expression because all of this was obvious to him. He was acting like it should have been obvious to Wilbur. It wasn't. Wilbur wasn't prepared for this sort of thing. There had been times when he would fight with Tommy, but those had always been arguments and debates. Never once had it crossed his mind to seriously hurt Tommy. An elbow jab or pinching his ear when Tommy said something stupid, sure, but Wilbur would never raise a hand to Tommy in this way. But Tommy was looking at him so expectedly. This was more than Tommy asking to be hit, he was almost begging for it. Tommy- in his head- needed to be hit, and Wilbur didn't know why. He didn't want to know.