Sunlight and Gunpowder // Tommyinnit x Reader

capitolo due; "we're doing this? we're doing this"

TW : swearing

Y/N arrived a little later than usual while they closed their creaky apartment door behind them, before turning around and actually locking it, and slumped down on the floor while checking the backpack again- just in case this was just a hallucination- in which unfortunately it was not.

Now you may be wondering 'why are they freaking out, it's just guns and drugs, and you have it, nothing's gonna happen. probably'  you are either someone without an overthinking mind or an idiot. I can assume you were the latter.

Because that boy, Tommy Innes, despite being a loud and boisterous gremlin, often keeps his shit to himself--a thick facade of a loud boy hiding a mystery under--or at least that's what Y/N thought, and there had been a thought of him in their mind doing serious terrorism and lots of other illegal activities, and maybe because they're a little bit of a paranoid

They weren't scared of the boy, alarmed, maybe, but that was just because they saw in person how he could make even the most distant person like Technoblade, the school's scary english teacher open up in the span of weeks. Sure, maybe not a lot, but the ungendered (H/C) swore on their life they saw Technoblade smiling like an idiot one time when Tommy were hanging out with both him and Wilbur, smiling. They didn't know if they should cry or laugh or run away at that.

They also don't know what would they do with these...products, they could hide it, but feared that they might forget where it was the next morning- and how were they even supposed to give it back to Tommy?

Y/n groaned, putting the backpack on the kitchen counter and dragging themself to their room and collapsing on the bed, tossing and turning around before finally falling into sleep.

Tommy regrets everything helping that son of a bitch Wilbur to fetch him the music sheets he was supposed to collect.

And now he has to deal with a backpack filled with pop tarts, with all different kinds of flavours the things have, the soft sweet smell with a slight pang of sour poured out of the bag as the blond opened the zipper to inspect it again, making sure he isn't having some kind of lucid dream, or any sort of hallucination he could be having

Which unfortunately he wasn't, in fact, experiencing any sort of hallucination, as the stacks of sweets proved its existence with some of its crumbs and frosting sticking to his red hoodie, surprisingly fresh and mostly intact.

'prime my life is shit'  he thought as he got into his mother's car on the driver seat and carefully  propping the pop tart backpack on the passenger seat beside him, sighing and starting up the engine, driving back home

'it's good that isn't an order, i guess'

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bruh this is like so short idfk where the plot is going please help

and sorry havent posted in a while bcs im too distracted by ao3 fics >.>

my ao3 acc is abookwithnospine btw i have some shit posted there