Sobbing in the middle of the night
Fics to cry at when you should probably be sleeping :]
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Wasting Your Time by shutupanakin
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
08 Feb 2022
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“Wh— what?” Tommy choked out, his voice hoarse from the lack of use all day.
The man rolled his eyes, as if he didn’t just ask a completely impolite question. “I said, do you have any booze?”
Tommy sat still. He reached into his jacket pocket, his hand finding only a plastic pen. Could he stab this man with a plastic pen?
Tommy pulled said piece of plastic out, visibly holding it up. “I have a pen.” Something about the bemused look on the man's face made Tommy click it, and again, repeatedly.
click click click click click click click click—
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or; Tommy planned on dying. He meets Wilbur instead.
Series
- Part 1 of Jubilee Failed
- Part 1 of shutupanakin (writing edition)
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Wilbur takes his last trembling breath.
Tommy pulls away from Wilbur's side, bile rising in his throat. He stands on shaking legs, finds his stray knife on the ground and picks it up with blood-coated hands.
He impales himself with the knife in one quick, practiced stab.
His last thought is this: he is not losing his best friend like this- he is not losing his best friend at all.
or, Wilbur dies on a Tuesday afternoon. Tommy wakes up on a Tuesday morning. So it goes.
Series
- Part 12 of Anything and Everything
- Part 1 of so it goes
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After Tommy hears the news that she is dead he decides he never wants another birthday cake again.
Hahaha angsty birthday fic go brrrrrr
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- Part 22 of DSMP Stories That Cause Pain
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that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
03 Mar 2021
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Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.
It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.
The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.
Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?
in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade
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- Part 1 of one hundred miles
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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.