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“I just don’t see why anyone would choose to live in a place without a bathroom,” Tommy shrugged. “But I guess you’re just weird.”
“I’m not weird! There are a lot of people who like living on the road,” Wilbur told him, furrowing his brows.
Tommy snorted. “Keep telling yourself that, bud. But I know you miss your shitter.”
Wilbur once again sighed. “Is this just what all our conversations are gonna be about? You harassing me over the fact that I don’t have a toilet?”
Suddenly, Tommy brightened up, as if he’d just remembered something. “As fun as that is, I actually have something to ask you.”
“What is it?” Wilbur asked, narrowing his eyes.
A hopeful smile spread across Tommy’s face. “Can you teach me how to play guitar?”
or, Wilbur agrees to teach a random kid how to play guitar, and ends up getting a little brother in the process.
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Bookmarked by PotatoBeforeDawn
17 Dec 2021
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been avoiding reading this bc of pain, will eventually get to it
I READ IT AND I CRIED AH YES THERE WAS PAIN
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Jaded, lonely, and feeling trapped in the life of a hero, Wilbur Soot is just about ready to give up on humanity.
That is- until he meets Tommy, a bright, loud teenager who makes it the tiniest bit easier to breathe.
Bored as hell and shouldering the burden of protecting his district on his own, Tommy Innit is just looking for someone to lean on.
That is- until he meets Wilbur, a clingy, tall bastard (in his most humble, personal opinion) who makes life the tiniest bit less lonely.
And even as things begin to heat up within the outer districts, drawing both heroes and the city’s newest vigilante to the scene, Wilbur and Tommy have each other.
And they wouldn’t give it up for anything.
But then again...some good things just aren’t meant to last, are they?
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The story of a rising criminal empire, a fallen hero, and good old-fashioned revenge.
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Bookmarked by PotatoBeforeDawn
23 Feb 2023
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2/16
The first fic I've ever read where Tommy is actually friends with Wil as a vigilante and then meeting his identity rather than vice versa
Still much mess with identity reveal tho I CAN SMELL IT -
Gold Will Shine If Polished by AceTheFunkyMan
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
20 Feb 2023
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Stepping out of the shower and reaching for the towel, Tommy felt better than he had in months. Sure, he was stiff all over and Dream was almost certainly hunting him down, but he had a full stomach, warm clothes, and was clean.
The clothes were definitely too big for Tommy, even if he hadn’t been starved by Dream. Techno was enormous, and it showed in the way Tommy was almost swimming in his clothing. Still, he dried his hair as best as he could and headed downstairs.
Techno turned around as he heard Tommy coming down the stairs, ready to tease him.
“So, how much do you smell now-” He set his eyes on Tommy, and saw gold.
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He Tells Me He’s Gentle When He Wants to Be (So I Think He Wants to Be Gentle With Me) by odymcbea
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game)
01 Jan 2023
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“I don’t get this, you know.”
Technoblade arched his brow as he wound the boxing wraps around Tommy’s knuckles. The teenager’s hands were textured strangely under Technoblade’s fingers, stretches of burn scars pockmarking the skin. They trembled involuntarily.
Tommy continued: “I’m not supposed to hit people. Sam’s been getting on my ass about it for years. Now all of a sudden, he wants me to? Wants me to get better at it, even?”
Technoblade suppressed his huff of laughter. He didn’t need this kid thinking he found him at all amusing. “That’s not why you’re here.”
“Right,” Tommy drawled, tilting his head up to fix Technoblade with a squint-eyed look. With his blonde curls and blue eyes, the kid looked positively angelic. That illusion was shattered the moment he opened his mouth. “I’m here to learn discipline. Get some aggression out. Become a decent fucking member of society.”
“Can’t help you with that last one,” Technoblade said honestly.
Or, thanks to an act of persuasion by an old friend, Technoblade finds himself teaching a teenager with a troubled past how to box. Together, they carve out a future, though not without a few bloody noses along the way.
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23 Feb 2023
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Completed- hope to see future installments in this setting... Great fic either way 3
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Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words “POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC” splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, “are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don’t think-I’m not sure—what if I can’t write poetry?”
Mr. Sam’s dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it’s not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it’s about if you want to.”
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The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts.- Language:
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Bookmarked by PotatoBeforeDawn
14 Feb 2023
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12/?
sobBING??? absolute mess ugh tears everywhere
ABSOLUTELY BROKENNN