Tommyinnit oneshots (mostly angst)

December 4

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The Crafts were holding a nice Christmas Party. Obviously, Phil HAD to invite the family that the boys didn't know, so they were standing around awkwardly while everyone chatted.

Techno was banned from going out or up, so he was stuck at the main floor, by the kitchen, where the snacks and drinks were located. 

Tommy was causing chaos with a distant cousin called Tubbo, them running around the house with capes, Christmas crackers, paper crowns, and kni- WAIT KNIVES?!

And Wilbur hanging around, looking around with a drink in hand, trying to see if he could remember anyone's names from early life or remember new ones. Who the hell was Ranboo, anyway?

Wilbur, thankfully, was allowed out of the party and upstairs, because he wasn't known as an introvert, unlike Techno. In truth, Wilbur was an extrovert to people he KNEW. And at the party, no one was familiar.

"Why aren't you with the party?" Someone asked from behind him, on the stairs. Wilbur jumped as he looked back. There, was a boy, maybe his age of 16, brown hair, blue dress shirt, big brown and blue eyes, freckles, short, orange-lensed glasses, and a dust of freckles splashed across his cheeks. 

"I don't know anyone there." Wilbur shrugged. 

"Same here. I'm George.' George introduced. 

"I'm Wilbur." Wil said. They smiled at each other. 

"So... becuase the family tree is huge, can you sorta point out where you are?" Wilbur asked sheepishly.

"Oh, I was dragged along by my friend and his family, so I'm actually not related." George explained, shrugging. "Puffy, Dream, Ranboo, Foolish." 

"Yeah- who the hell is Ranboo?" Wilbur asked. 

"He's the youngest, but he's as tall as Dream. Half two toned brown hair, green and brown eyes." George described. 

"Who's Dream?" Wilbur asked. 

"Tall as you, dirty blonde, green eyes, freckles, wears green all the time." George explained. 

"Who's Foolish." Wilbur asked. 

"Foolish's the oldest, yellow hair, green eyes, wears yellow, loves this shark hat-" George told Wilbur. "Don't tell me I need to describe Puffy to you."

"Nope! Puffy comes to visit a lot! She's really close with Dadza and always brings cookies! She knows that Tommy loves sprinkles, Techno hates chocolate, and I like icing. She always makes the outsides sorta crispy and the insides just sorta melt in your mouths and the chocolate chips are still sorta warm because she tells her wife Niki that I don't actually know, but that Niki owns a bakery that I really wanna go to and see what they have because of the cookies that shouldn't be free because they're so good. And for our birthdays Niki bakes the most amazing cakes that she knows we all like, but that the birthday person likes best. Like Tommy loves ice cream cakes, Techno like red velvet, and I like vanilla with sprinkles. When Puffy comes over early when Phil's out at work she brings all sorts of good breakfast stuff like croissants, strudels, cinnamon rolls,  muffins, and all sorts of stuff we all like! My personal favourite is the raspberry strudel, oh my prime it is the best thing you will ever eat at the start of a day. My favourite things to eat that's made by Niki is either her gingerbread cookies, yeast rolls, pecan pie, mini strawberry pies, bohemian kolaches, and honey muffins. Yeah that's a lot but you've never tried Niki's baking skills. I could never bake like that if it were to save mine or someone else's life, honestly, I'm more of a musical person. I play the guitar, piano, and some other instruments, though not as well. Tommy loves my songs so much that he always demands I play them for him before bed, I think that his favourite song is Julibee Line, honestly, but his next favourite is gonna have to be Your New Boyfriend, song title. I'm working on a new one, actually, but it's barely started and only has a few lyrics and a couple notes, and not even a song title so I'm not really showing it off yet. I'm getting inspiration from a guy in a city called Hermitcraft- wait sorry I'm ranting," Wilbur trails off, looking down at his shoes. 

"No, no, keep going, I like the sound." George said, and indeed he was listening intently. He was more of a listener than a talker, of which Wilbur was in most cases. 

For the rest of the night, Wilbur kept talking and George kept listening.

Finished bc I'm wayyyyy overdue lol