SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 67)
If I Lie (Maybe I'll Believe It) by weepingvirtue
At sixteen years old, Tommy knew so many things.
He knew that people were predictable and selfish. He knew not to trust, not to take, and not to get comfortable for too long. He knew that the concept of family was as fake as the highlights in his foster mother's hair.
Tommy had known for years that life was painful and had no extra love for some ratty foster kid like him. He knew that it was him and his copy of The Odyssey against the whole world. He knew that he only had to survive long enough to make it to his eighteenth birthday before he could escape.
But when Tommy ends up fostered in the Watson household completely by chance, he finds that maybe he never knew anything in the first place.
or, the one in which Tommy Innit has never really experienced love, family, or belonging, and is suddenly surrounded by it all at once.
grant me a daffodil (here's a white tulip). by sunsetsomewhere
oh, techno your words of encouragement are the only thing keeping me going
lets become roommates irl technoblade how about that???
big day tomorrow kid rest up
hello???? techno my QUESTION u dickhead
Looking back on it, Tommy realizes he hadn't considered that Techno wasn't answering the question as a joke. He wasn't answering the question because he was uncomfortable of even seeing Tommy in real life. Of course.
Tommy clicks off of his old messages, embarrassed.
Tommy thinks Techno doesn't want to meet up in-person. He couldn't be more wrong.
how important every friend is that makes you wanna live. By sunsetsomewhere
"Tommy?" he calls gently. "Are you alright?"
He isn't. He knows that, and he knows Wilbur knows, too. "I just–" He takes a deep breath. "What if the Prozac doesn't fix me?"
Wilbur's eyes furrow, hand coming up to rest his chin on. "What?"
Tommy winces. "What if I stay like this," he gestures vaguely to himself, to his tired eyes, unwashed clothes, and messy apartment, "forever."
Or, a collection of Crimeboys drabbles where Wilbur is a good older brother and Tommy is trying his best.
Stay underneath my wing by sircantus
"Wilby says that- that if a stranger ever tries to grab me, I can bite them." Tommy nods, giving a little glare towards Techno and his bitten hand.
"Okay." Technoblade says slowly. "But don't bite me."
"No, I'm gonna bite you."
SBI Zombie apocalypse AU, in which Tommy is a little kid who's been separated from Wilbur. While Wilbur is on a desperate search for his little brother with Phil, Tommy stumbles across Technoblade, who is the definition of 'no chill' in the zombie apocalypse.
Techno accidentally gains a new little brother.
Getting The Most Extensive Grounding Of Your Life The Day Of The Full Moon Is Not A Good Idea by WistfulWriter
Tommy Danger Careful Kraken Innit -ok, well, maybe that wasn't his legal name, but he didn't remember his birth family, and there was no way he was going to accept that Simons was the latter half of his legal name. No, no, he was much too cool for that.- had always considered himself to be a careful boy. I mean, he had been in the system since he could remember, and seeing as none of the homes he'd ever been in had discovered his secret, he felt he'd earned the title.
But back to the main point. Tommy Innit considered himself a very careful boy. Considered. Right now, he really. fucking. didn't. Because he fucked it up. So now, here he was, everyone scared fucking shitless, as he pressed himself as hard as he could into the recently shit-ily painted frosted emerald walls -the paint that he could still clearly see in Wilbur's hair no matter how many times he told him there was still more- with his tail tucked between his legs, ears pinned back, and going between whining in fear and discomfort, and growling and snapping at his- his fucking pack for the same fucking reasons.
So to anyone still confused, getting the most extensive grounding of your life the day of the full moon is not a good idea.
making up problems that don't exist by eelsinspace
Tommy finds himself making his way through the cutlery section when he sees it— horribly yellow with its old person patterns, that, in the distance, makes the mug look made out of wet sand. There’s a mismatch of fonts at the front of it. It reads ‘Don’t talk to me I will cry’.
And— and, Tommy can’t just not take it.
Or, five times Wilbur makes him feel loved and the one time he repays the favour.
A month (or three) in the life of Tom Simons by Drhair76
"Come over," Wilbur says.
"Brighton nightlife is out on the prowl, Wilbur," Tommy points out. "They're gonna scoop me up and spit me out."
or, this is Tommy's life now - he, for one, adores it.
you were gone for a moment and i missed you by plantform
Wilbur takes a deep breath. “What time is it.”
“I’m going to kill you.” Wilbur’s eyes open to stare blankly at the sheepishly smiling boy. “And it will be a slow and painful death.”
“Hear me out!” Tommy gets over his meekness, and shoves until there’s enough room for him to jump onto the bed and sit next to him. “I had this really weird fucking dream, Wil!”
“Scratch that, I’m going to torture you, and make it long and horrible and then I’ll kill you.”
Or: Tommy keeps showing up at Wilbur's apartment unannounced.(Or, or: they're best friends and they love each other.)
(Or, or: they're best friends and they love each other.)