Song of Hearts - tommyinnit x reader (she/her)

Oneshot - Sincerely,

(This is something I reworked from another old story I wrote to give yall a little content since you waited for a little over a year already.)

-Context- Tommy and Y/N are siblings and live together along with Tubbo (Toby)

(TW: Blood and Death)

good luck.

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      When Tommy and y/n were away from each other, they kept in touch by writing letters. Every two weeks they would send each other notes, scraps of paper, and most importantly, pictures. Sometimes by themselves, or even just blurry photos of a dog, but it always made them happy to see what the other was doing. Sometimes it was even through a piece of inked paper littered with stickers. They always kept the letters after reading them. They would keep the envelope, too. They each had a box that they kept the letters in. It was their only piece of each other.

y/n is Tommy's younger sister. They have the same dad as Tommy, and he was raised in America, but when they were only four months old, y/n went with their mom and were raised in Brighton, England. When they were 12, their mom died, so they moved in with Tommy, their dad, his mom, and his sister.

Once Tommy turned 18, he took y/n with him to live in an apartment together. Later on, he bought a house and they live there now. They are now 19, and Tommy is 21. The siblings often write and draw together. They lived long enough in Britain that they would develop an accent, but also with Tommy long enough that they felt like brother and sister. Tommy was very protective of them. y/n was 16 at the time of the move. They were old enough to drive, and therefore, according to their dad and stepmom, were old enough to live with Tommy on their own.

Tommy and y/n live together in a mid-sized 4 bedroom house in Brighton. Toby, one of Tommy's best friends, lives with them in the spare bedroom. They had since converted the fourth bedroom into Tommy's 'art room' where he often paints and creates weird, disturbing... things... The others also make art, but 'he owns the house, so he gets the office'.

Tommy was in the bathroom and Toby was making 'dinner' (aka ramen for the 5th time this week, even though he and Tommy were rich). They had sold their last 'art piece' for over 2 million dollars. They had no clue why or how it was so valuable because it was just an apple painted purple with googly eyes on it. It cost about $3 to make, but somehow people found value in the absurdity of it.

Tommy had been recently commissioned to make something new. A dress. He had ideas but wasn't certain about what he should do.

Y/n got up from their pastel yellow desk chair and opened their door, to see Toby right in front of them, his hand still raised to knock. They carefully took the hot bowl out of his hands, walked past him to the living room, and set the bowl down on the coffee table in front of the tv. they plopped onto the couch and patted the seat next to them, signaling Toby to come to sit with them. He did as he was silently told, and put on a movie for them to watch while waiting for their brother to finish his stream. Soon enough, when the first movie ended, he came into the room and sat on the armchair next to the couch. They stayed like that until midnight. They had watched a few scary movies, as well as a few episodes of 'The Office' and 'Community'. They enjoyed each other's company.

Y/n yawned and stretched, casually glancing at Tommy and Toby. Tommy was already asleep and Toby was laying his head on their lap. y/n shook them both awake. They and Toby eventually went to sleep after pleading with Tommy to read them a bedtime story. They may be 19 and 20, but they still enjoyed treating Tommy like their dad. It was fun. Plus there's nothing wrong with a good live audiobook now and then. He tucked them in on the couch and read them a book of poems. They genuinely did enjoy the sound of his soft voice reading the ridiculous and simple poems, and fell asleep after only 10 minutes. Tommy pushed the hair out of y/n and Toby's soft, sleeping faces and kissed their foreheads. He then headed off to his bed and drifted gently off to sleep.

When y/n woke up, they were still lying comfortably on the couch but Toby had fallen off in the middle of the night. Toby was already awake, just playing silently on his phone. "Oh, good morning, sunshine," Toby said sarcastically. They looked down at their phone and realized that it was already a little past noon. they giggled at how late it was already.

Suddenly, Tommy rushed into the room. His face was bloodied and dripping. Mat rushed to get a towel and y/n got off of the couch, quickly running to try and aid him. Tommy was hunched over, holding his chin and nose with shaking hands. His light blue shirt had maroon stains around his neck and lap. It looked like he didn't notice the bleeding until it was already dripping. y/n called back to Toby, who was desperately trying to find the paper towels.

"They're in the hallway closet!"

"Got 'em!" He ran back into the living room, y/n's shirt was wet and red now too. On their hands was no trace of the pale skin that used to be visible. Toby handed Tommy the paper towels and he held them there. Tommy tried to tell them what happened, but when he opened his mouth, more blood spilled out. y/n yelled at Toby to call the police. He did and said that they would be there soon. "What is happening...? Why is this happening? Please be okay, Tommy. Please." they felt tears prick up. they didn't want to cry, though. They wanted to be stable and protect Tommy. They wanted to make sure he was okay, and they couldn't do that when they were blinded with tears.

They had been picked up and dropped off by the ambulance a while ago and had been in the hospital for about 5 or 6 hours by then, and Toby and y/n couldn't help but freak out. They were worried. They weren't allowed into the room Tommy was in yet, and the nurse still hadn't told them what was happening. They had no clue what was happening.

After 3 more hours, it had just hit 9 pm. they didn't know how, but Toby was sound asleep in the uncomfortable blue waiting room chair. A blonde nurse walked into the doorway. " Family of Tom Simons?" they announced. y/n almost tripped as they jumped up out of their seat.

they grabbed Toby's shoulder, waking him up with a jolt. "y/n, chill," Toby said sleepily, then looked around and realized where he was again. "Oh damn, so it wasn't a dream."

They held his arm and walked him towards the nurse. "Yes? We are waiting for Tommy. Tommy's my brother," y/n said, as their voice trembled.

"Oh, good. Come with me." The blonde lady led them to a hospital room in the back, number 22. They knocked and opened the door. Inside was a tired and drained-looking Tommy.

"Tommy!" They both exclaimed.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're ok," Toby followed.

"Well I'm not amazing, but I'm alive," Tommy said with a small smirk. He looked at y/n, who was on the verge of sobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's okay y/n, I'm fine. They said it was just allergies," he lied. And they believed him.

(End.)

p.s. Thanks for proofreading this for me, Toby, it means a lot! Hope to see you soon. Maybe we can visit Tommy's grave next time? Oh! And bring these stickers to him too. He always loved them. Love you!

-y/n <3

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