SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 61)
It's Called: Freefall by third_crow
âLook, Tommy, I know this is a lotââ
âI donât need the pity party,â Tommy interrupted. âAw, it must be so hard, aw, how sad, itâs⌠fuckinâ⌠itâs fine. Yeah? So justâ how long do I have to stay here?â Phil took a breath, straightening his back.
âAt least until we can contact your mom,â he said. âThatâs step one.â
âThereâs more steps?â Tommy asked incredulously.
âWell, itâs a complicated situation. The fact that theyâre already struggling to make contact is⌠well, itâs 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 brotherâs⌠business.â
Or, Phil is a foster parent who takes in emergency cases, and Tommy⌠well, Tommy sure is an emergency.
you don't need poltergeists for sidekicks by merikai
The Blade,â Tommy greets, coughing, and it's pathetic. Choking on his own blood at his rival's feet. âHow are you, on this fine evening?"
Tommy is injured, and he needs help.
Wilbur almost died a week ago. He didn't, but he almost did.
He's back home living with a father he hasn't spoken to in three years. With shaky fingers, he picks up his old habits and tries to mimic the routine of the man he once was. He's trying. It's not much - he's still a shitty person trying to make up for all the wrong he did, but he is trying. For Phil. For Techno. For himself.
He was getting it together. He almost had it back together.
And then a unruly blond teenager stumbled into his store two minutes before close, and Wilbur's world fell apart.
a diner au with found family, the healing process, and minor coming of age indie film vibes. also crimeboys ! <3
When it's strange to take a walk downstairs by justsummr
Phil couldnât turn away, not when the chances of both of the boys being sent to a bad home was so high. He couldnât look at this eleven year old boy, the one with the fiery blue eyes, and take him from his brother. How could he look at Wilbur who was sixteen and he did best in history and music and turn him down? He couldnât send either of them away, let alone separate them.
They werenât just two kids in the system anymore. They werenât just names in the pile of thousands. Phil had seen them. Heâd seen their faces, the homes they'd been too, the people they were. Heâd seen them and he knew so much about them. It wasn't just an idea anymore, these boys were real.
or: phil adopts two brothers, wilbur and tommy. and maybe he bit off more than he could chew
title from Helena Beat by Foster the People
if you fall, know i've got you. by sunsetsomewhere
"i didn't need your help," tommy says, even though he did. even though he does. "i can fend for myse--"
"that doesn't matter," the piglin interrupts, voice dipping into something rougher, "what matters is that someone is messing with one of my things." tommy suddenly remembers that piglins- specifically brutes, like techno, who grew up protecting bastions- are territorial creatures. they protect their gold, their weapons, their chests.
"sunshine," techno croons when tommy's been quiet for too long, "you would come to me if someone's hurting you, right?"
or, 5 times tommy indulged people's hybrid instincts + 1 time someone indulged his instincts, instead.
looking out for you (like i always do) by callie_caje, lunasquared
âYour Spider-Child is bleeding in our apartment, Techno is patching him up if you would like to collect him.â
Tommy would like to make it clear that he meant to tell someone he was Spider-Man, but he didnât and now with a knife sized wound in his side he was regretting that decision.
4 times tommyinnit asked for help and 1 time he didnât need to
Nothing Sweeter by SilverWing15
Heâs doing it, heâs growing a watermelon. He hasnât killed it, he hasnât fucked it up.
Phil chuckles softly, âgood job.â He squeezes Tommyâs shoulder and Tommy had almost forgotten his hand was there. Its a warm weight, the way Wilburâs hand used to be.
Tommy doesnât pull away from it. He just keeps looking down at the bud thatâs going to be a watermelon. A watermelon he grew.
Heâs never grown anything before.
He kind of thought he was only capable of breaking things.
OR: Foster Family fic where the watermelons are a Metaphor
