Hit The Gas

Tommy nods, looking at the car "It needs a paint job. I'm thinking red." Tubbo chuckles from under the small car "That'll definitely get Wilbur's attention." Tommy rolls his eyes again "I'm not doing this for attention. I'm doing this to beat him." Tubbo hums "Right. It's totally not to prove that you're equal to stuntman Technoblade, street racing Wilbur, and fucking race car legend Philza." Tommy sighs "Maybe it is that. A little bit. Like two percent that, and ninety-eight percent because I want to prove that I am superior." Tubbo chuckles again "Your family is a bunch of adrenaline junkies- your mom is the only sane one." Tommy scoffs "She just supports the crazy. She's just as chaotic."

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SBI is a family of adrenaline junkies, Tommy is the youngest with 10 years age difference between himself and Wilbur. I suck at summaries, but this story is mainly about the complexities of family, greif, forgiveness, and finding yourself. I am currently editing and re-uploading chapters since i had a 3 year accidental hiatus and now the vision has shifted a little. My writing has gotten better (in my opinion) so the early chapters are no longer up to my standards. Cross posted from my AO3.