STORYBOOK ROMANCE [Tommyinnit x Reader]

C29: Can I tell you a secret?

Tommy stayed with you for the rest of the day, helping you pick up and clean all the things you broke in your blind fit of rage. You cried while cleaning up, you just felt terrible. How could you do this? Tommy was there to help you though, and despite what Devi said, she helped you too.

You told some of the guys what happened, feeling like you needed the support, at least that's what Tommy told you. So by night fall a bunch of your friends came over, specifically your main crowd, the rest of the cricket crew and of course, Von, just to hang out with you, play games amongst yourselves, and try to help you prepare, mentally for that trial. Which isn't making much progress, you were basically a total mess, you're usual witty and sensible self was entirely replaced with rage, and guilt because you raged, and raging at your guilt for raging in the first place.

So Tommy just orchestrated a fun night, playing video games, ordering food, just staying amongst yourselves. You didn't want to stream with them, which you usually loved to do, but when you're parents are on a bunch of websites about this whole thing, playing video games live isn't something that would look good for you.

. . .

That was last night though, now it was morning, you and your friends eating leftoever take out, the day before the trial.

And to say that you were stressed was an understatement, you could barely even eat properly, stressing about every little detail. You wouldn't need a lawyer, you were there as witness, so you're just thinking of what your answers would be for certain questions, how you should present yourself—

"You are a hot mess, man." Aimsey said, patting your back, as she watched you mumble to yourself about what you should wear tomorrow."No shit." You sighed as you lazily took a bite of your food, your friend's eyes widening.

"Genuinely the first time I ever heard Y/N swear—" Bill said, "Well when you're whole life has basically fallen apart over one conversation, and that you need to present in a trial for your dad's abuse and drug intake that the whole world would see, you'd want to fucking swear Bill." You rolled your eyes, jokingly, which your long haired friend shrugged to, "Eh, fair enough—"

"You shouldn't stress about it too much, Y/N, if your dad did regret it, he'll plead guilty." Von shrugged, "This isn't your trial, you aren't at fault, and if you keep thinking about what questions they'd ask you, you wouldn't be able to answer at the actual trial." You hummed, "Wow... that is genuinely the smartest thing I've heard you say, thanks man." You smiled. Von rolled his eyes, "I would be insulted, but you get a pass." He snickered.

"But yeah, you're right." You hummed, in thought, taking another bite of your food, before sighing, "I just... can't believe my dad would do this, my whole world kinda just went— pLoP—" you said, tilting your head and pulling a thumbs down (something I do irl to imply something has gone backwards or upside-down— idk if other people do this but I do so it's gonna be in here —)

"That... that description isn't as serious as the situation but hey, at least I'm not throwing shit anymore—" you shrugged, "You threw shit?" Tubbo asked, "A lot of shit man, half their room was demolished!!" Tommy answered for you, as you rolled your eyes and laughed, "Speaking of their room, it's still shit, don't go in there—"

"Very helpful, Thomas." You said, sarcastically, Tommy only replied with a laugh and a snarky little smile.

"Well don't worry, Y/N! We'll help you clear your mind for the trial tomorrow." Ranboo said, throwing an arm around you, "We can even play around with your clothes to see what you should wear! Show 'em you don't give a shit!" Tubbo butted in, you raised an amused eyebrow "Oh, oh! Can I try on some of your blazers or suits? You always looked soo cool in those!!" You shrugged, "Yeah sure, why not." You smiled, "But what Tommy said is true, my room's a mess right now so uHhH— Devi help me gather random clothes from my closets–"