"Okay, I'm coming in now, Toms," someone calls out in warning, and Tommy is too slow to process who the voice belongs to.Then the door is opening and Wilbur is standing over him-what the fuck?-staring down at Tommy, face laden with concern that is quickly morphing into panic.Tommy furrows his brows and says the first and only thing that comes to his mind."How the hell did you get in my house?"or, tommy gets sick and wilbur cares. soft brother activities ensue :)…
Wilbur Soot did not want a therapy animal. So in spite, he went to the local animal shelter and picked the angriest, meanest ginger kitten there was.Only, that kitten just so happened to be a blond and blue-eyed kid with as many issues as Wilbur himself. ~ crimeboys healing + cat shifter tommy…
"So, mate- Tommy , be real with me here, why are you following me? Tommy pauses."You don't ha-" "I just- didn't wanna be there anymore." Tommy mumbles, voice a lot less loud and strident.Tommy curls up into himself a little bit, just enough to be noticeable."It's gonna get cold and rain soon," Wilbur mentions, opening the tent, letting the light inside spill out into the night. The tent was quite big and roomy, much bigger than any tent Tommy had seen before."You can come in if you want."Or,Wilbur accidently adopts a child and now he's stuck with him as he travels the SMP.This fic does not belong to me all credits go to its original author thisisnOtpoggers on ao3…
story is not mine! all credit goes to FractalFiction on archive of our own(ao3)summry:Wilbur Soot. One of the most popular musicians in the world. He was known for his record breaking albums and hit singles that had every retail worker despising him.His tours sold out in a matter of seconds and all of his songs hit the top played on Spotify and Apple Music.He was also famous for his generosity. He was constantly having charity concerts and donating money to children's hospitals and shelters. He invested in solar power. Yet he was still one of the riches people on the planet.But Wilbur has been feeling... empty.Not empty exactly. Just that something was missing.He had his fans, his over-paid maids and workers at his mansion. He had his body guards.But he just... was lonely in the big mansion.There was a big yard with no one playing in it. There was noiseless halls without laughter.He needed something.Or, Wilbur Soot, a famous musician says, "I want a kid."*sees Tommy and points at him* "That's my kid."…