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    Then another man is bounding over. Tall, skinny, just like Tommy, except a little bit taller. Brown curls pile upon his head and over his forehead. Tommy can see a strong nose, and a strong chin, and everything clicks as the man leans into Techno’s space and starts excitedly showing him the contents of a brown bakery bag.

    “Oh my god! This is perfect!” Tommy exclaims, drawing the attention of the new, cooler man. Cooler because Tommy actually looks like this guy, a little bit, despite the man’s brown eyes and rounded glasses resting upon his nose.

    “Excuse me,” Tommy says eagerly, practically bouncing on his feet. “Will you be my pretend-brother?”

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    After getting into trouble at school, Tommy has to take his brother, Phil, to Parent's Night—except Phil is always working, and always exhausted, and Tommy doesn't want to burden him...

    He'll just have to find a different brother for Parent's Night instead.

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    02 Mar 2026

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    It was after dinner that Tommy made his decision. “I should head home,” he said reluctantly.

    “I’ll drive you,” Phil said, grabbing his keys off the end table.

    Phil was quiet as they drove. Tommy fiddled with the radio for a moment before just letting it play.

    He sighed and let his head fall against the window. There were so many things he wanted to say, starting with turn around and ending with please take me home with you.

    Instead, he said, “Phil, I can… talk to you about anything, right?”

    Phil’s response was immediate. “Of course. Anything.” He sent Tommy a look that Tommy could only classify as hopeful. “Big or small.”

    “Okay.” Tommy nodded. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt like crying. “Okay.”

    For a while, they just sat, stopped at a red light and listening to the blinker as it clicked away. Tommy tried to enjoy the heat of the car while it lasted.

    As they turned onto Tommy’s street, Phil asked, hesitant: “Is there something you want to talk to me about, Tommy?”

    For a moment, Tommy just chewed on the inside of his cheek, biting down until he tasted blood. “No,” he said finally. The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    After two months of art lessons, Tommy very much regretted choosing it as a GCSE.

    Not because he was bad at it or anything—no he loved drawing—but it was his teachers. It was how his school taught art. Everything about it sucked the creativity out of it. It took away his choice of expression, forced him to write coursework about overrated, dead artists and their dogshit contemporary pieces.

    But then he got a new teacher to sub into his Friday lessons.

    He didn't think someone whose last name referred to the stuff in chimneys could make him love art again. Yet, Mr Wilbur Soot did.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    Technoblade wasn’t the kind of teacher to get attached to his students. He was too busy for that sort of nonsense. Between teaching five classes a day— both sophomore and junior year English— and dealing with the emotional hell that came with teaching high schoolers, it was all he could do to remember the names of his students as they flooded in and out of his classroom each day.

    Tommy and Wilbur were different.

     

    Or, the life of English teacher Technoblade in which Wilbur's a good kid, Tommy needs help, and Technoblade is very tired. Thank God Philza Minecraft is no help at all.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    prev titled: "3 Times Tommy Comforts His Soulmates + All the Times He Returns the Favor”

    30 minutes, an emotional phone call to Tommy’s parents, and some tears that were totally not shed, later- Tommy is walking out of Techno’s office, a signed hall pass clutched tightly in his right hand.

    As he makes his way back up the stairs to his now fifth-period class, he feels the signature annoying itch, on his left arm this time, that always accompanies a soulmate marking their body. Rolling his eyes exasperatedly, he pulls up his sleeve, expecting to find Phil’s newest lesson plan or some of Wilbur’s dumb doodles, but instead, he gets a nice surprise.

    Right there, in Technoblade’s neat scrawl: “care abt u, kiddo. good luck”

    Already, he can see Wilbur start to draw little, stupid, hearts around it. Phil scribbles in question marks, and writes a little ‘text me’, and underlines it twice, and Tommy knows he cares as well.

    He wipes his watery eyes, smiles, and then continues his slow ascent up the flight of stairs to his next class period.

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    Modern-day SBI soulmate AU, where whatever marks your skin (bruises, tattoos, writing in sharpie, pen, etc.) also shows up on your soulmate's body.

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    25 Feb 2026