transinnit (a tommyinnit ftm story)

chapter 8

tw/cw: suicidal thoughts, implied rape, sexual harassment, panic attack, self harm(hitting)

Hey so the sexual assault is not too detailed as I didn't feel very comfortable writing this for a minor/underage character but I think I've gotten away with not writing too much detail yet without it looking rushed and shit

though that being said if anybody is uncomfortable tell me and I'll try rewriting that bit :)

oh and Wilbur's and Tommy's relationship is platonic dont make it weird guys >:(
ok cool thanks I'll shut up now :)

//Tommy POV//

hey Tommy?

yeah?

what the fuck is that?

what's what?

holy shit Tommy don't act stupid

you're being a bit vague here

oh I don't know maybe it's the pack of cigarettes conveniently placed right next to you along with a fucking lighter

I don't smoke Wilbur I'm 17

Tommy I can smell it 

what would you do if a fan came up to you and it was caught on camera?

Wil-

holy shit you drink as well don't you

no I-

don't lie to me Tommy that's why you had to leave when we were recording the other day wasn't it?

what where you hungover? day drinking? Tommy you're to young-

STOP just fucking shut up for a minute and listen to me yeah? ok 1 I would like to point out you found out I'm a smoker and the first thing you say is what about the image. It wouldn't look good for you would it? I bet you'd hate that wouldn't you? having your reputation ruined by a kid who smokes 

Well Wil the world doesn't evolve around you. Oh I'm sorry? What was that? you didn't realise this yet. Well boo fucking hoo... god just grow up you selfish prick. There are bigger problems in the world.

Tommy-

no-  2 you don't even know their mine you can't just accuse me of this shit and 3... I would like to say from the bottom of my heart fuck you... fuck you Wilbur Soot... go fuck yourself 

I snatch my stuff from the bench and walk off into the streets of London not looking back. I walk around a couple corners and find the shop I bought my fags from. I sit with my back facing the side of the shop and close my eyes for a minute.

I open them and let out a sigh. Then a small, dry, pity laugh escaped my lips. Holy shit. I've fucked it. I just fucked up everything. Jesus christ I'm the one who should grow up. He's been nothing but nice to me and has helped me throughout everything. Fucking hell I am just a selfish prick.

I really don't know how I haven't been noticed yet but I'm glad. I stayed there for a few minutes as my brain proceeded to tell me how shitty I was. Something I realise I agree with.

That was when a familiar face popped around the corner. I didn't recognise them at first but it clicked when they spoke.  

He had dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes and a bit of stuble. Looked to be around early thirties maybe late if you push it. Honestly he reminds me a little of Phil but he was the guy at the register. It makes sense I mean I'm literally sat next to the shop.