SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 60)
The Moon, She Calls Me Home by SilverWing15
He should--he can’t be doing this. He’s a werewolf, he’s dangerous, this is dangerous, for him, for everyone he might encounter. He can’t control himself.
He feels powerful and strong and wild. But not wild in an out of control way, wild in the way wolves are wild. Independent, untamed, confident, even under all his anxiety. He is a wolf, this is his world, this is his grass. This is where he belongs.
Not locked up in a basement, not chained and behind bars.
Here, out here, in the moonlight, in the night breeze, with the grass under his paws.
He takes a step towards the trees. The shadows are beckoning him. Calling him like friends, the leaves rustle, whispering of all the games they could play, how far he could run, how loud he could be without worrying Dream at all.
He takes another step. Another.
He’s walking, trotting, running.
alone i pick you by wednesdayevening
Tommy doesn’t have a compass. No perpetually spinning needle. No north star. No ethereal magnetism, no soulmate magic mumbo-jumbo crap. Phil has two, and Tommy’s got none.
And it sucks. There’s no sugar-coating it: having no soulmate fucking sucks. But it's bearable. He lives with it. And then one of his friends find theirs, and it's suddenly exponentially more shit.
fear or love? by Drhair76
"Sometimes I feel like I've got to get the fuck away from myself or I'll explode." Tommy admits.
or, everything is fickle and Tommy tries to understand it all.
Bruising Like A Bad Apple by Soulless_Fawn
“Tommy!” Wilbur yells, sounding cheerful as always. But there was an undertone to it, a factor that made him pausing in sitting back down. Tommy frowned, bringing his phone closer even if he didn’t really need to with it being on speaker.
“Yea?” He asks, hand wringing out beside him. Did something happen that he wasn’t aware of?
“Are you okay?” He asks suddenly, still sounding cheerful. “ Chats asking about you.” And just like that Tommy understands what’s up. He’s scared to look at the time.
“Shit.” He says, throwing his phone onto his mattress as he hurries to get ready. His fans are going to kill him.
“Okay I muted for a second, where are you dude? We have been planning this since last week.” Wilbur doesn’t sound angry and the thought of Wilbur having to keep back the fans claws at his heart. He knows Wilbur wouldn’t be mad at him for something like this, but he feels like he should. He’s messing up everything, again! And for what? A couple plot points forward into an imagery world he created in his head?
Basically; Tommy’s parents are not always around and he deals with this by daydreaming his life away. His friends don’t like this.
It's Called: Freefall by third_crow
“Look, Tommy, I know this is a lot–”
“I don’t need the pity party,” Tommy interrupted. “Aw, it must be so hard, aw, how sad, it’s… fuckin’… it’s fine. Yeah? So just– how long do I have to stay here?” Phil took a breath, straightening his back.
“At least until we can contact your mom,” he said. “That’s step one.”
“There’s more steps?” Tommy asked incredulously.
“Well, it’s a complicated situation. The fact that they’re already struggling to make contact is… well, it’s a red flag. You lived with your brother, but your mother never transferred sole custody, and considering the situation that left you in, there's some question as to whether or not she may be involved in your brother’s… business.”
Or, Phil is a foster parent who takes in emergency cases, and Tommy… well, Tommy sure is an emergency.
come rest your bones next to me by florasics
Wilbur hums again, trying to keep his voice level and calm as worry pools in his heart. “Do you know what time it is right now, lovely?”
“Right now? Uh.” Faint rustling is heard from the other side of the call, along with another tired groan from Tommy. “It is…oh shit.”
or; tommy overworks himself and ends up sleeping through an important stream. wilbur calls him and is a good brother :D !
Tommys officially moved out of his parents house, but everything about new experiences just screams wrong. He talks to Wilbur about it.
hearth, home, right here by Larkspursprings
“Wilbur!” Tommy hollers, beaming, as Wilbur joins the call. “How’re you doing, man? What’s going on?”
“Not much,” Wilbur says, and stifles a yawn. “What’s … ‘s there something I was s’posed to be here for?”
Tommy wracks his brain. “Well, I’m streaming,” he says, “at the moment.” As if to agree, his chat flies by at the speed of light, mostly proclamations of SLEEPYBUR and HI WILBURRR and KEKW. “Happy freaking … Christmas, I guess!”
His brain screams at him, Tell Wilbur, tell Wilbur, tell Wilbur. I’m alone. I’m alone. I’m alone.
Tommy thinks he’ll be alone for the holidays. Wilbur, Phil, and Techno refuse to let that happen.
lucky by lucysgotnotalent
“Hey, Toms? Do you want to go out with me and Tech today? I was planning on asking you yesterday, but you were out with Tubbo and Ranboo all day, and I kinda forgot,” Wilbur asked him.
"Well," Tommy paused. He knew he wouldn’t do very well walking around shopping with how warm and dizzy he was, but he normally wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. He wanted to go, and he was pretty sure Wilbur would be suspicious if he declined. Techno and Wilbur rarely had free time like this anymore.
“If you’re not feeling up to it then you don’t have to come.” Wilbur added after a second.
“I’m feeling perfectly up to it!” Tommy said.
Wilbur grinned, and Tommy had this strange feeling that he had just fallen into a trap of some sort.
tommy gets sick. his brothers are busier than ever, and his dad is just as busy as he's always been (which is very). instead of bothering them with his silly cold, he decides to take care of it himself. it doesn't quite work out for him.
