SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 64)
when skies are grey by Anonymous
Tommy glances down at the box and glares at the shipping sticker. “You’re a bitch, actually. Wilbur Soot, the Biggest Bitch in Brighton.”
“Until you move here,” Wilbur replies, grinning even wider when Tommy scowls. He continues before Tommy can launch into some sort of enraged shouty rant though, so Tommy clicks his mouth shut and deflates a bit. “When is that, by the way? Soon?”
“Soon,” Tommy answers, letting the stream persona fall away a bit as the embarrassment settles.
Wilbur smiles softer this time. “Soon,” he echoes. Then he scrunches up his face to pout. “Why are you moving into an apartment when you could just live with me?”
or tommyinnit, the biggest of men, doesn't want to be so big sometimes
ignorance is bliss (but i love you too much) by Chicken_Feat
Such simple words, yet they meant the world to Tommy.
But one thing lead to another, and he finds himself hurtin
( HEED TAGS!!! Please, I'd prefer no one gets hurt :]] )
French Braids and Brotherly Chaos by FandomCaptive
The evening was quiet, only Techno and Tommy at home while Phil was at work and Wilbur was with his friends. What better time for Techno to teach Tommy how to do his hair?
Tommy is a werewolf pup who is waiting for someone to come for him.
Or: author cant do describes well so she highly suggests that you read the tags for trigger warnings.
to see yourself so glowing by Anonymous
The wrinkle between Wilbur’s eyebrows relaxes, replaced quickly when one of them lifts a little, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“I read you that easily?” He questions, tone fond, and Tommy glares at him.
“Of course you do,” he says, gritting his teeth to keep from adding a curse to it. He was going to be sappy, for once. “Very easily, actually. Sometimes— sometimes it’s kinda fucking scary how well you know me. Like, like today— you picked me up from the cafe without more questions than just, ‘What happened?’ and ‘Where are you?’”
Wilbur smiles at this, “And I’d do it again in a heartbeat, you know.”
or, tommy’s flat is not ready for him to physically live in, so he stays over at wilbur’s :D ensue just. random, completely tooth-rotting fluff. they are brothers, ur honour
camera on, camera off by wednesdayevening
Tommy is a vlog master. That’s his official title: Thomas Vlog Master Innit. When the Queen inevitably bestows upon him his knighthood, that’ll be his formal name. Sir Thomas the Vlog Master. He’s a content creator, and at this point he’s like, The Creator. His vlogs are top notch – rated so by the world’s one and only Wilbur Soot – and in the less-than-a-year time frame he’s been churning the vlogs out for, he’s amassed a massive audience worthy of that knighthood and awesome Vlog Master title, thank you very much, Queen Lizzie.
For Valentine's Day, Tommy Master Vlog Innit has the best plan. The world's best plan. The most amazing plan. It’s so good Tommy has to take his own socks off, because the second he calls up the participants he’s hoping to secure he’s pretty sure they’ll get knocked off. Like the idiom. He’s a vlog master, and this vlog is going to prove it.
or, a vlog that doesn't happen, welsh highlands, and an airbnb with lovejoy.
Do you think I’m crazy? by Critical_Condition
“Thomas, I understand you don’t like it, but i can’t leave you to continue self-harming. I’ll be calling your father tonight”
It’s his fault for telling her he supposes. If Tommy would of Just kept his fucking mouth shut this wouldn’t be happening.
because this is it for Tommy, this is as good as it gets for him.
And he’s ruined it all in one afternoon
Or Tommys therapist said “confidentiality? What confidentiality?” Because I’m salty
