England. (tommyinnit x reader)

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just read chapter 11 of heatwaves. crying

anyways happy reading!

-davi 

TRIGGER WARNING- emotional abuse and instability of a parental figure. i will put a label on where it starts and ends.

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i sit back down at my setup, and put my headset back on. i smile, trying not to think about what's happening in five days. 

"hi guys!" i say. i'll at least try to be happy and keep the mood up.

"what did ur mom want?" tommy asks.

"tommy," wilbur says. "it might be private, don't ask things like that."

"i'm still curious, so," he says, stubborn.

"its okay, tommy. although wilbur is right, try to be less invasive, because some people might be uncomfortable." i say

"if you don't mind me asking, what did your mom want to talk to you about?" wilbur says softly.

"oh, uh-" i start, but tommy interrupts. 

"you don't have to tell us if you don't want to, y/n." wilbur says. 

"no i do, but it's kinda depressing and i don't want to bring down the mood. bedwars, anyone?" i say, trying desperately to lighten the mood.

"yeah, sure!" tommy says.

"i'm tired, i'm going to go to bed, goodnight, y/n, goodnight tommy" wilbur says softly.

a message pops up in my discord messages. 

<wilbursoot> if you need anything, anything at all, dm me, okay? i'm always willing to talk, y/n. goodnight have fun playing bedwars :))

<y/un> goodnight, wilby.

<wilbursoot> stfu

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"YES! SUCK IT BLUE TEAM!" i yell. tommy and i just won this round of bedwars, and we ere on the yellow team. 

"WE ARE SO AWESOME!" tommy yells. 

"yeah, we are." i say with a chuckle. tommy is so cute. wait- no. he's not cute. he's annoying and tall and obsessed with women. he also doesn't like americans anyway. so in the slim chance that i actually do like him, there would be no way he would like me back. then again why would i want to date a six foot three man child? honestly i hate my mind. it just makes absolutely no sense. tommy is just a cute friend.

 a funny, nice, cute friend. that's all. 

"hey, tommy. do you wanna facetime?" i ask, scared hes gonna say no. 

"yeah sure. i love to know what goes on americans lives. must involve a lot of guns. "tommy thinks out loud to himself."

"gee, thanks tomathy" i say with a laugh at the last part. 

"HEY YOU TAKE THAT BACK WOMAN!" he says in self defense.

"why would i take something back that's true? all i'm doing is spitting facts, tomathy." 

"my real name is tommy, dickhead."

"i will shoot you with my gun made entirely out of monsters." i threaten with a laugh.

he sighs. "americans and their guns."

"oh my god! did u know that they actually used to sell guns in walmart?" i say, waiting for his response to my next question. "they were right next to the toy aisle."