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Tommy settles into his chair, wearing a grey flannel that, as far as he's concerned, belongs to him.
Wilbur just so happened to leave it at his flat, which means it's his property. That's not the rule for everything, but for Wilbur's clothes it always is. He's aquired many new sweaters and one jacket through this method, and it's all free!
Even if Wilbur tries to take them back, Tommy has them already, so they're his.
He starts up stream, taking a sip from his water bottle as he waits for people to flood in.
As pretty much always, he sees Wilbur in chat right before the message is swept away by a barrage of other messages from hundreds of other people. Wilbur, like a proud dad or something of the sort, is, most streams, one of the first people watching.
Tommy doesn't say it a lot, but he appreciates it.
He just generally appreciates Wilbur.
Shaking the thoughts off, he turns his camera on and grins.
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Only a few minutes later, when he's just starting up Minecraft, he gets a Discord message. He ignores it at first, continuing his rant about how iron is the best material of the game, but he keeps getting messages.
He pauses the game, huffing loudly as he opens Discord and looks for the notifications.
They're from Wilbur.
Intrigued now, he clicks on the icons, opening their messages.
Wilbur Soot
Is that my shirt
Tommy
Tommy
Oi
Toms
TOMMY
Oh that is one hundred percent my shirt
You can't keep that one I need it
Tommmyyyyy
I don't know what you're talking about
Yes you do
No
Yes. You do
You're reaching, Wil
I bought this flannel and I own it
It's mine
Don't lie to me, Tommy
I know my own clothes when I see them
No no, this is my shirt
You and your old man eyes are wrong
You should get that checked
:(
:)
You're lucky I love you, because otherwise I would be crying and you would feel bad
You are simply not cool enough to feel sad over
And I love you too
You are the most confusing person I've ever met
Thank you
Give me my clothes back
No <3
:((((
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Tommy makes it half way through his next stream before Wilbur messages him, which he finds surprising. He's wearing THE yellow sweater, and even chat picked up on it ages ago.
Wilbur Soot
Tommyinnit
Wilbur Soot
That is my sweater
No
It's my favourite family member's sweater, not yours
You stole it from me
Wait
Did you just call me your favourite family member?
No
I called MYSELF my favourite family member, dumbass
No no no no
You just called me your favourite family member
Awwwweeee
Awwee
Aweee baby
Tommy
You're so sweet
3 Blocked Messages
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Tommy, acutely aware of his burning face, shoves his phone off his desk, Discord still open. If he'd opened it on his computer, he's sure he probably would have turned the whole tower off.
"Wilbur Soot is the worst person ever." He tells chat, ignoring his still steadily reddening face.
They all start spamming to agree, making Tommy grin.
In between messages, always swept away before they can be read, Wilbur tries to defend himself. Clearly, nobody is listening to him, which only makes Tommy grin harder.
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"No, chat, the sweater is not Wilbur's. I bought it with my own money from a local thrift shop." Tommy lies, pulling the sleeves of the Van Gogh sweater up to free his hands.
Of course, his lie is easily detected, and chat only yells more about Tommy wearing another Wilbur sweater.
He ignores them, continuing his previously interrupted rant about iron being the best Minecraft material. It's been a few days, but he manages to pick up right where he left off regardless.
Wilbur hasn't said anything yet, but Tommy saw his message in chat at the start of stream, and is waiting for the Discord notification.
Sure enough, it only takes a few more minutes.
Wilbur Soot
How did you even get that one
I bought it
You can't lie to me, sweetheart, I know that is MY sweater
No
You and your old man brain are wrong
Incorrect, even
This is my sweater and I bought it myself
I'm not old
You're just a child
WILBUR
Tommmmyyyyy
Give me my things back
Not yours
Yes they are
I know what my clothes look like
And you took that sweater from me
I did no such thing
Child
Evil old man
Darling,
2 Blocked Messages
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To Tommy's dismay, Wilbur, being Wilbur, immediately starts spamming chat with numerous variations of 'UNBLOCK ME'.
"No. Suffer." Tommy huffs, trying to ignore his once again burning face.
He knows that his face is red, and he knows that Wilbur is one thousand percent feeling smug wherever in his stupidly homey house he is.
Tommy will insist that Wilbur is evil until the day he dies and he will always be right.
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About a second after Tommy turns his camera on, starting to talk to chat, he gets a message on Discord.
It's Wilbur, it's pretty much always been Wilbur recently, so Tommy ignores him to continue talking to his viewers, who aren't evil and don't make Tommy want to punch them because he doesn't know how to express the overwhelming amount of an emotion he can't even begin to identify that he feels when he gets called the stupid names.
Chat is simply better.
"When I was at the shops, a little kid came up to me, she was maybe seven years old, and she asked me to sign her balloon, because she had a balloon and it was all silvery and cool, so I did. I signed a balloon." Tommy reports, straightening his jacket.
Of all the things Tommy has signed over the years, that balloon has to be the greatest of all of them. The kid was so happy, too.
Wilbur Soot
Tommy
Is that my jacket?
That is one hundred percent my jacket
How do you keep getting my clothes????
Tommy don't ignore me
Tommmmyyyyy
:(((((
Don't ignore meeee
Tommy
Sunflower
Sunshine
Darling
Love
Sweetheart
Lovely
Teddybear
If you don't stop I'll block you again
But Tommmmyyy :(((
But no
Give me my jacket back, then
Never
It's my jacket
It is decidedly not
You're lying to yourself
And you're blushing
Quite adorably, might I add
I hope you stub your toe
And your pillow is always warm
Oh ow
So mean :(((
My feelings, baby, my feelings ;(
You suck
1 Blocked Message
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Tommy closes Discord, staring at his home screen and taking a deep breath.
It doesn't exactly help a lot, as his background, a picture of him and Wilbur teamed up in Uno, grinning up at Phil, who was taking pictures of the whole group, stares up at him.
He gets a text.
A regular text.
It's Wilbur.
Reluctantly, he opens his contacts.
Wolber
Ok ok I'm sorry
I love you
:(
Tommy :(
Wilbur :(
I love you
Say it back or I'll come over and smother you with affection
You will hate me forever
...
I love you too
:D
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Tommy wraps a blanket that he stole from Wilbur's house around his shoulders, cold.
Chat won't recognise it, having never seen it before, but Wilbur most certainly will, which is what Tommy wants. He wasn't doing it on purpose in the beginning, but he is now. Annoying Wilbur is Tommy's favourite, and greatest, hobby.
He ignores the messages when he gets them, talking to chat about whatever comes to mind.
Instead of playing any games, since it's so late at night, he's doing a just chatting stream before he goes to bed, having promised to stream that day but not having had the chance earlier.
As he moves onto the topic of Animal Crossing, his phone starts ringing.
It's not Discord like most calls are, it's his ringtone, meaning he has been called via his number. His number, which very few people have.
He snatches his phone up from the corner of his desk, answering and putting the caller on speaker. "Tell chat that Animal Crossing is the best game ever." Tommy instructs the person on the other end, guessing it's Wilbur, seeing as he's the one who uses his actual number the most.
"Tommy I'm not going to lie to chat on your behalf." Wilbur, confirming that Tommy was right, sighs, exasperated.
"And this is why you're my least favourite." Tommy huffs, putting his phone down on his desk, still on speaker. Wilbur scoffs through laughter, knowing full well that Tommy is lying.
"Don't lie to me." Wilbur says, leaning back in his chair, as audibly cued by the creaking that fills Tommy's ears.
"Shut up." Is Tommy's only response, leaning back in his own chair and pulling the blanket tighter around himself. It still kind of smells like Wilbur.
Wilbur sighs again, and quite loudly.
"Are we going to talk about how you keep stealing my things?" Wilbur asks, the barest hint of a smile in his voice. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Tommy dismisses, watching chat go crazy.
"You are a terrible liar." Wilbur huffs, shaking his head fondly despite Tommy not being around to see it.
"Shut up." Tommy repeats, trying to think of a way to change the subject. "Tell chat that Animal Crossing is the greatest game ever created." He is so smart.
"Oh honey no, that's Minecraft."
Tommy whacks his phone off his desk.
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Knocking interrupts Tommy's nap, almost startling him off the couch he fell asleep on.
More knocking inspires him to finally get up, keeping his blanket around his shoulders. It's the one that he stole from Wilbur, and the only item he has aquired through those means. Those sweaters and that jacket were fair and square.
Tommy stumbles over to his door, one hand holding the blanket cape closed, the other rubbing sleep out of his eye.
He drops his hand to instead reach for the doorknob, missing a few times, as his vision is still rather blury.
It takes a few moments, but he gets the door open, being greeted by a blur of brown, beige and yellow. He doesn't even get a chance to blink enough to figure out who it is before arms are wrapped around him, the smell of home hitting him.
Wilbur.
The person who was knocking on Tommy's door is Wilbur.
He melts into the arms around him.
"You need to stop stealing my things, darling." Wilbur grins, pulling away just enough to look Tommy in the face as he goes red.
"Shut up." Tommy croaks, shoving Wilbur away and stumbling away himself. He glares at Wilbur through his still bleary vision, watching the elder fight back laughter.
"Oh you're adorable." Wilbur coos, making Tommy glare harder.
His vision is still a bit too blurred for him to anticipate the hands that cup his face, making him freeze. Even then, he can still tell that Wilbur is wearing a very soft expression.
"Completely and utterly adorable."
Tommy shoves him away again, face burning more than ever before.
Wilbur barely staggers this time, braced for it.
In fact, he takes Tommy with him.
Hands wind around his wrists, tugging him into Wilbur's chest again and holding him there more securely. Wilbur's arms cross over his back like iron, keeping him in place.
"That's my blanket you're wearing, love." Wilbur points out, extremely smug, pressing a kiss to his scalp.
"Shut up." Tommy mumbles, giving up on fighting.
Wilbur's hugs are really nice.
"I don't think I will, dear, but thanks for the suggestion." Wilbur hums, swaying them. Tommy huffs, but makes no other move to protest, content to stay right where he is, in Wilbur's arms.
Wilbur seems pretty content to stay there, too.
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"You're the clingiest person I've ever met." Tommy says, cheek smushed against Wilbur's chest where he's lying on the man.
They're both on the couch this time, Wilbur acting as Tommy's pillow.
"Ok." Wilbur shrugs, face buried in his hair.
The TV is playing, showing a movie Tommy doesn't think he's ever seen before and can't be bothered to identify. Wilbur picked it, and he has the weirdest taste in media, aside from music, that Tommy has ever seen.
"I love you." Wilbur tells him, tilting his head up to kiss him on the forehead.
Tommy goes red, but manages a meek, embarrassed, "I love you too, Wil." in response, making Wilbur smile and kiss him on the forehead again.
He only gets more red.
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A few months later, Tommy finds himself living in a house instead of an apartment.
He finds himself living in a home.
Wilbur, the clingy (and slightly possessive) man that he is, had spent weeks convincing Tommy to move in with him so that they could hang out whenever. Tommy had eventually caved, though if you were ask him why, it's just because he gets more access to Wilbur's clothes, making them easier to claim (steal).
Speaking of,
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Tommy asks, trying to do up the top button of the grey flannel and failing miserably.
"I was thinking." Wilbur huffs fondly, rolling his eyes with a small grin on his face.
"That's rare." Tommy jabs, finally getting the shirt completely buttoned up. He stole it back from Wilbur's closet and pulled it on over his unofficial Lovejoy t-shirt, making it down the stairs and to the living room before deciding he wanted to button it up.
Wilbur, of course, immediately noticed.
"You keep wearing my things," Wilbur points out, gesturing to the shirt and completely ignoring Tommy's jab.
Tommy just raises an eyebrow.
"So by reasonable conclusion, you're mine too."
Before he gets a chance to fully process the words, he's being wrapped up in a hug.
He huffs when he does process the words, rolling his eyes just as Wilbur had done.
"I hate you." Tommy mumbles, leaning into the touch regardless. "I'm sure you do, darling." Wilbur hums, kissing the crown of his head.
"You are the worst person I have ever met."
Wilbur doesn't respond to that one, smiling into his hair.
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Tommy leans into Wilbur's side, listening to the rain outside more than the VC they're in.
He's wearing the yellow sweater and he has the blanket around his shoulders, the latter of which has become recognisable to chat as also formerly Wilbur's. In fact, they're currently screaming about it and the fact that he's leaning against Wilbur.
It's storming, so their internet kind of sucks and Tommy is delighting in watching the stupid freeze frames they're getting, both in game and from their face cam.
Only Wilbur is playing, and of course it's Minecraft, but chat is mostly focused on Tommy and Tommy is mostly focused on Wilbur's inability to mine.
"You're terrible at Minecraft." Tommy says, watching Wilbur miss an entire chunk of iron. "I've been playing Minecraft longer than you've been alive." Wilbur scoffs, turning around and missing the iron again.
"That is not true!" Tommy denies, pushing himself away to try and shove Wilbur out of his chair, only succeeding in making the man laugh.