꧁𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗꧂ A Tommyinnit One-shots book

Aerialist Tommy🌥(?)

TW: Some yelling alcohol mention and small self harm mentions, mention of abuse.

Characters:
Tommy
Wilbur
Phil
techno

Summary:Tommy's home life isn't the best, full of fighting and him getting ignored so he took up a hobby to escape it.

Tommy sighed.
The sound of his parents screaming could be heard throughout the entire home.

He reached for a bag containing some little snacks, water bottles, and chalk.

His parents were unaware that he had left as he stepped out the door.

He had to leave for a while. he was just, so, so tired of their constant fighting.

Even though his father's words were slurred together, the ranting just grew louder and clearer as he was shutting the door. He was aware of their disagreement.

Thomas' mother had yelled, "WELL MAYBE WE WOULDN'T BE HERE IF THOMAS WASN'T SUCH A FUCKING SCREW UP!"

However, he was distracted by his headphones when he closed the door and didn't hear the rest of it.

He moved towards the gym. Nobody, and I mean nobody, was aware of his many tiny secrets.

One of these trade secrets is his skills with aerial hoops and silks.

He quietly grinned as he approached the building.

He chalked up his hands and feet.

His singlet (or tank top for you Americans) and shorts were now exposed as he removed his hoodie. His gaze landed on his wrists, where several little cuts, some of which were more recent than others, were scattered across the pale flesh. After letting out a sigh, he moved over to where the aerialist equipment was and took out the silks.

(After setting it up)

He quickly and gently raised himself.

While on these silks, he started to do a little performance, not realising his friend was looking closely and still unsure of what the boy was doing.

While maintaining his concentration, Tommy abruptly released his hold on the silks, fell to the ground, and then quickly regained it before letting go once more in response to a gasp.

he yelped when he landed on the ground.

'Note to self, don't be a fucking idiot and drop yourself when you have a giant bruise on your back' Tommy muttered to himself

He looked back to see Wilbur standing there, eyes wide, yet filled of guilt.

Tommy sighed and walked over to the tall brunette.

'Sorry for that' Wilbur said, rubbing the back of his neck slightly when he came close enough to be able to hear him clearly

'No, no its fine, i just didn't expect someone to be here this late' Tommy replied 'But... why are you here anyway?'

'OH! we, me Phil and Techno, came here to kind of like surprise you! and i heard a noise in the gym and came to see what it was' he replied to his question ' i still have no idea what it was, but i guess you surprised me more then i surprised you'

Tommy chuckled nervously

'Yeah, sorry you had to see that' he said as he grabbed his hoodie, slipping it on, and then taking a swift gulp of water 'Guess my plans of not telling anyone failed'

'If you don't want me to, i wont tell the others' Wilbur offered

'Nah, i might aswell tell them'

'Alright, i'll tell them tomorrow, so you can tell me if you change your mind' He smiled

'Alright, will do'

---Next Day---

'Alright, i have the news!' Wilbur shouted, attracting Phil and Techno into the room

'Whats up Will?' Phil said

'So, i have a whole ass story behind this-' Will started

'Okay so, we were walking around yesterday, and i heard a noise in the gym, right? so i said i was going somewhere real quick, and went over to check it out' Will talked, making hand movement as if he was acting for a play or a movie

'And who do i see, doing some dance on these weird ropes?' he asked

'Tommy fucking Innit'

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Lmao, rising through these ig. Kinda also making them a bit shorter. My goal here was to make them longer. Scratch that ig.

But yeah. Here. That's all I will be doing for today, re-writing wise, but tomorrow I have a completely free to do anything day.

Also, if you want me to re-write a specific story first just tell me, and I will try and get it done.

(Same with ideas, but just note that it will be done after all chapters have been re-written.)

-Copper-