(HEAVILY BEING RE-WRITTEN!!!) Tommyinnit Oneshots ; Mostly Angst

I'm not that underweight.

A/n;
This is a rewrite. (2024)

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Tommy was streaming, and in a voice chat with Wilbur, Phil and Quackity. The only couple of people who were free today and actually wanted to speak to him.

The whole stream was them just messing around , more bloopers for people to laugh at and make compilations out of. Phil and Wilbur were joking around, attacking each other and Tommy smiled before stretching in his chair, though he shortly froze after his stomach rumbled. He started straight ahead before a tight smile appeared on his face.

No one had heard it - but that wasn't really the problem in itself. Phil has a habit of waiting for Tommy to grab snacks and eat them whenever his stomach rumbles; and Tommy couldn't really handle that along with the stress he had gotten already during today.

So he reached forward and grabbed a rice cake that sat on his desk; as it was already half eaten from a day prior, he took another little bite - maybe it was for Phil to see and be satisfied or maybe it was because he was hungry. But he couldn't stomach food, he's ate so little in the past couple of weeks that even thinking of a plate of food makes him feel strange.

He heard a small hum from Phil as his character also froze, making Tommy think he was staring at his screen. The blond shivered slightly, taking another small bite - and looking up.

"What have you got there, mate?" Phil asked and Tommy almost choked, from embarrassment this time. "..Rice cake." He answered, clenching his jaw as he leaned forward and continued to play. Phil had hummed again before Tommy sees his character get knocked back.

Wilbur was the cause.

"You little shit!" Laughing erupted from the three of them, Tommy let out a few laughs of his own before shaking his head.

A notification played and then the robotic voice followed, reading aloud the donation he had just received.

'Sienna-Was-Taken donated $3 :
Jesus, Tommy looks sick. Pale as fucckk'

Tommy cleared his throat, stopping himself from rolling his eyes and denying it. He knew voicing his opinions would make others worried about him and so he looked back at his screen, jumping around and attacking mobs. "So Big Q, any luck on finding cows?" He asked, looking back at chat. "Ah, Si, Si," Quackity replied, "I got 4 cows."

The younger hears a noise and his bedroom door swung open - he jumps in his seat, turning around and his eyes met with his mum. "Mum, haha, I'm streaming. Please get out!" He laughed almost harshly. He knew what was about to happen, but he couldn't have it be right now. All he could do was try to make her leave. He was getting pinged on discord - he could also hear his friends talking to him, trying to ask him if this is the time his camera should be off. He tried to switch it off, but his mum pulled his chair back - he grunted and turned to face her. She grabs him by the chin and glares at him, squeezing his face - making Tommy reach up to grab at her hands. "Where's the money? I need it for tonight, gave you two days extra too!" She shouted at him, before smacking his arm away, Tommy rolled his eyes and scoffed.

She was obviously drunk - he could smell the alcohol every time she breathed on him. "I don't have it! Not today anyway." He mumbled, and she growled at him - pushing his head away and slapping his face, Tommy grimaced. "Get out!" He yells finally, standing up and trying to push her out. He knew not to be rough or hurt her as she could do so much worse. She hit him again before the door was finally shut. He sighed, rubbing his face before kicking at his door in anger. Though he had mixed thoughts and slid a £20 note under the door, hearing his mum grab at it and walking down the stairs.