Tommyinnit Oneshots

Walking

A/N - I'm not really sure what this is. Basically, Wilbur walks fast and Tommy likes hugs. There's no real plot and it's shorter than usual but I really enjoyed writing it. I'm afraid I will have liked writing it more than you guys will like reading it, but hopefully, some of you will enjoy it. 

TW: Swearing

Wilbur's legs had always been longer than mine. As I grew to tower over Phil and even Techno in my teenage years, I was always humbled by my giant of a brother who was able to use my head as an elbow rest and beat me in every race.

Wilbur always liked to walk real fast, and I could never quite keep up. He was always walking, moving toward something, never stopping to wait for anything or anyone. I stumbled along, trying to match his pace and desperately asking him to slow down. He never did, and I would get worried that he would fade into the horizon and I couldn't follow his footsteps in the dirt, but when he got to where he was going he would wait for me to catch up, patiently. When I finally made it, tired and out of breath, he would meet my eyes with his own warm, crinkled brown ones and then look at the world around him and laugh in wonder. I always found it incredibly corny, but the way his eyes lit up as he saw this new person, new place, new thing, and the bubbling laugh from deep in his soul brought a smile to my face every single time.

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"Tommy! The shop closes at 10, come on, let's get moving." I groaned dramatically and dragged myself out of bed, looking at the clock and scoffing. It was 9:12 pm; we had plenty of time.

When I stumbled down the stairs, I saw my brother waiting with his black jacket on, my own red one in his hands. He handed it to me and we headed out the door on our nighttime walk to the ice cream store near us that always closed unusually late.

Last week the snow had decided to melt and the days were stretching out to be two hours longer with sunlight lasting until close to 8:00 pm, and I could feel spring in the air. I loved it. I loved the way the breeze was warm during the day but cooled down in the darkness to nip my ears in the best way and whip my hair around until I could barely get a comb through it.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get moving!" I opened my eyes and looked at Wilbur, who was already at the end of our driveway. Even though we had 45 minutes to make the 10-minute walk, my brother sped up his pace, leaving me to walk awkwardly fast behind him. Even then, he was gaining distance. It was ridiculous; I was nearly jogging at this point.

"Why do you have to walk so fast?" I complained, nearly tripping on the edge of the sidewalk jutting up from the ground. "Wilbur, the sidewalk just tried to kill me! I really think we should go back, Big Man, I don't want to die out here to this homicidal pavement. I forgot all my knives and other weapons and have been left defenseless in this cruel world."

My brother snorted in response. "So you don't want ice cream then?" He asked, effectively shutting me up, save for playful grumbles that he attempted to ignore with muffled chuckles.

Needless to say, we made it to the ice cream shop without issue, except for the occasional sidewalk trip and playful banter that I could only ever have with Wil. Sometimes I forgot to appreciate it, but tonight, I savored every word we shared on our walk.

We got double scoops of our favorite flavors, walking back home. I noticed some bushy trees leaning against each other, and briefly wondered how they got in that position before realizing something wonderful. "Wil, those trees are sexing. They are sexing doggy-style. Do you see? Do you?" He looked to where I was pointing, put his head in his hands, and groaned. "Only you, Tommy. Only you." 

He couldn't hide the affection in his voice underneath his exasperation, and I fleetingly considered throwing my arms around him. The thought almost left my head before I realized, what do I have to lose? So I hesitantly stopped him, walked in front of him, and wrapped my arms around him. He welcomed the hug and reciprocated it, and I decided that hugging my brother was one of my favorite things. He gave great hugs. In this world of murderous sidewalks and trees fucking doggy-style, I felt safe as long as he was with me. 

(A/N, skip if you're not interested)

Two things to address. 1) I found my original draft for 'Phone Calls'. It's short and I really liked it, so would anyone be interested in me publishing it? And 2) I like to read through my previous chapters to admire my work because I'm just that goddamn talented, and I'm finding lots of places that need editing. Would you rather I unpublish the book for a day or two to fix those or just go through and edit the chapters while keeping the book published? I'm not sure if it gives you a notification for changes after I've already published it, but there's a chance of annoying notifs. I would rather do the second option, but if you guys don't want the possibility of notifs, I'd completely understand and be fine with doing option 1. Please let me know! Thanks.

A request is coming soon. Someone had an amazing idea for a respectful third part of Bisexual Innit, so thank you to the person who commented that idea! I'm writing it right now. That's it, hope you enjoyed.