SBI oneshots (NOT BEING UPDATED ANYMORE)

Driving Lessons(I never Learned)

hi sorry for like

not being here for 1 month +

i dug this iut of my drafts and touched it up lmao

TWs: Major character death, Arguing, Car accidents.

+No Pov

"Okay, you better not crash the car, Tommy." Phil spoke with a disciplinary tone, but knowing him long enough led Tommy to believe that it was just play.

Wilbur stretched, before opening the passenger door. "Wil," His dark eyes met with his fathers brighter ones. "Make sure he doesn't crash." Philza smiled as Wilbur shook his head.

"Wasn't planning on letting him, it'd probably mean certain death for me" Wilbur shut the door and relaxed into his seat when a thump sounded from his left.

"You pricks don't trust me and it shows." Tommy mumbled, his forehead rested on the steering wheel, in between his hands.

"Gods no, why would I ever trust you not to crash and kill us?" The brunette laughed as he playfully hit his brother on the arm.

"Well that's just mean." Tommy raised his head as their father began walking away from the vehicle.

"Yeah I know, but you're a child I can make these-"

"I AM NOT A CHILD!" Tommy screeched and brought his fists to his brother's side, who did make an attempt to block the weak punches.

"Tommy! Calm down!-"

"YOU BITCH I WILL RAIN HELLFIRE UPON YOU! YOU INSIGNIFICANT PRICK I AM NOT A CHILD I CAN DRIIIIIIIIIVE!"

A week and 3 days later.

The sound of ceramics shattering was loud, nobody had been hurt.

Physically.

It was always physically.

"Tommy!" The referenced shuddered. He knew he was gonna be in trouble for that.

He knew the ceramic vases and mini-figures were a gift for Technoblade's graduation into becoming a commander for the guild of knights.

He knew that.

He knew, he helped with ideas for them.

"I didn't know you were there! I can help you remake them-" The blonde spoke, tripping over his words, so unlike him to be worried about something he'd done countless times before, Wilbur had been irritated about something. Tommy didn't know what.

But he looked at his brother with a very small worriful glint shimmering somewhere in them, before crouching down, beginning to pick the pieces of hardened warm-grey clay.

Instead of accepting his offer, his brother, Wilbur crouched down in front of him, not to help him pick up the mess, but instead to swat his hand away.

"No, I'll just remake them myself, you'd end up ruining it if I let you." Wilbur hissed, Tommy went to pick up the pieces again, staying silent.

But instead of his hand, being slapped away,

this time, it was his face.

"I said no, Tommy! Just go!" Wilbur shouted, they were alone.

Tommy almost wished Phil or Techno had been there.

Almost.

So he did as told, and stood.

Tommy dropped the pieces and held his burning cheek, his eyes filled with tears as he turned tail and stormed off downstairs.