DreamSMP and Hermitcraft Oneshots [By Request]

Will You Be My Family?

This request was from AO3 user NoNamesWereAvailable.

(((so since basically everyone is turning their back on him atm bc he griefed georges house (like no one EVER does that to other people /s) and tubbo('s character) said he regrets making tommy his vp he decides "you know what? [redacted] THIS" and runs off on his own and gets a better family
and maybe at some point new l'manburg and the dream smp need aid so they turn to hermitcraft for help but SURPRISE they've heard about that [redacted] from tommy)))

Yes, I censored all the swear words. Deal with it. I don't swear, even in real life. I don't care when others swear, I just personally choose not to, so uh yeah.

Also, this is actually really similar to my last Oneshot, "Never Again", to the point where I considered merging the requests into one, but they have some pretty distinct differences, which made for a totally different feel, so I didn't.

By the way, Dream is sorta a horrible person in this, just a heads up. I promise, I do like him, it's just so fun and easy to write him as a villain.

Enjoy, lol.

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Tommy didn't care about George.

He didn't care that George was mad and screaming and swearing at him. He just cursed right back.

He didn't care about Dream.

Didn't care that Dream was threatening to build a wall, and that the masked man had just sworn in what had felt like the first time in forever. Tommy just laughed.

He didn't care what Techno thought either, thought admittedly, the Piglin hybrid had been avoiding him lately, after their lovely little chat before Techno had summoned in two Withers.

But he did care about Tubbo.

And it was Tubbo who broke his heart.

His sky blue eyes held nothing but sadness as he stared at Tommy, his words echoing hauntedly in Tommy's mind.

"Did you do that?"

The disappointment in his voice jabbed into Tommy's heart deeper than any sword or arrow could, hurt him more than any curse or raised voice.

"Do what?" He had tried to stall, and Tubbo had stayed silent, waiting.

He winced, trying to steady his voice as Dream and George watched coldly from the side.

"I – I did do it." The words were bitter in his mouth.

Tubbo curled his lip, eyes shimmering with spite. "Then I have no more to say to you."

He stared straight at Tommy, eyes glinting harshly. "Out. Get out."

Tommy blinked, shocked. "Out?"