Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)

I Miss You (Tommy and Tubbo) (Songfic)

I've never written one of these before so here goes nothing! This is all platonic

Song- "Mr Loverman" by Ricky Montgomery

Requested by: thisismerielle

Tommy POV

Tommy sighed, leaning against the wall. He closed his eyes, hoping it would all just go away. Beer bottles surrounded him like an audience, people wanting to be entertained.

I'm headed straight for the floor

Alcohol lingered in the air, but Tommy was used to it. At this point it was just a part of life. Everything seemed to revolve around it. Part of him knew he couldn't live without it.

The alcohol served its tour

How did he get here? He had been at the top of his game, gaining more and more subscribers every day. Until he wasn't. Until someone new came along. He was better than Tommy. Smarter, nicer, more attractive, funnier. They almost seemed to be a better version than Tommy himself. It wasn't long before Tommy seemed to disappear. 

And it's headed straight for my skin

All Tommy felt was pain. He was alone. No one called him, no one even noticed he was gone. It broke him.

Leaving me daft and dim

It wasn't long before he turned to alcohol. He was only 17 at the time. He just wanted it to go away. The loneliness. The pain. It was too much for him. For anyone really.

I've got this shake in my legs

He missed them. His internet family. But most of all his best friend. His Tubbo. Tubbo seemed to forget he existed at all and that's what hurt the worst.

Shaking the thoughts from my head

He looked at the bottle in his hand, pouring it into his mouth until it was empty. He tossed the bottle aside, watching it break. He sighed feeling numbness soak into his body.

But who put these waves in the door?

Tommy wondered if they even remembered if him. Probably not, after all he was pretty forgettable beside the better version of him. 

I crack and out I pourI'm Mr. Loverman

He shook his head, looking back down at his last bottle. He wanted nothing more than to drink it. But a small voice seemed to persuade him otherwise. Tubbo would be disappointed... Tubbo...

And I miss my Tubbo, man

Tears began to fill his eyes at the thought of his best friend. Sobs began to shake his entire body. They promised they would always be best friends. Always be there for each other. How could he lie?

I'm Mr. Loverman

He knew Tubbo hadn't meant to. At least he hoped he hadn't. 

Oh, and I miss my Tubbo

Slowly his cries began to die down. He pulled out his phone, ignoring the large crack that split the screen in several places. With hesitation he clicked on Twitter.

The ways in which you talk to me

Immediately tons of tweets filled up the screen. Most of them were from his friends. Or what used to be his friends. Sadness seeped into his heart, but he tried not to focus on that. He stopped scrolling when he reached the newest tweet. It was from Wilbur. "So proud of Theo! 10 million subscribers and still growing!"

Have me wishin' I were gone

Tommy closed the app, attempting to distract himself with something else. He remembered when Wilbur would say he was proud of him. He missed it so much. He found himself looking at old videos of him and his friends.