You know it's not the same as it was~ Something happened in Wilbur's past and he can't remember why, he feels a strong, strange connection towards a young boy he thinks he's never seen before.. Based on the song by Harry Styles and inspired by the ao3 story 'Tommyinnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death.' TW ⚠️ Angst, violence, death etc.. ⚠️ Warning: this has made thousands of people cry- Also this is my first dsmp story so it may not be as good as the other ones on Wattpad 45 on #tommyangst 27/05/22 894 on #minecraftyoutubers 30/05/22 509 on #minecraftyoutubers 17/08/22 31 on #tommyangst 22/08/22 129 on #tommyinnitangst 22/09/22 720 on #dsmp 17/10/22 797 on #minecraft 23/10/22 910 on #dsmp 9/11/22 578 on #minecraft 17/11/22 818 on #minecraft 22/11/22 644 on #minecraft 24/12/22 806 on #wilbur 23/07/24

Y/N is a streamer and a part of the DreamSMP. Although, she has a terrible past that haunts her every day. She hides her pain with humor and pretends to be happy in front of everyone else. Ranboo finds himself attracted to her. But he doesn't know about how much she truly hurts. what happens when everything comes crashing down? ⚠️MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ ANXIETY, DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, ED, SUICIDE, RAPE

213-***-****: Wtf man :( You: Sorry baby gril :( 213-***-****: Wha- Why'd you just call me baby girl Or at least attempted 🤨 You: Damn you're a dumb mfer 213-***-****: Why are you suddenly acting like this?? Did I do something to make you upset D: You: Bestie, please look at the number 😔✋ 213-***-****: Oh OH ---- In which Ranboo texts the wrong number thinking it was Tubbo. Or In which a simple mistake leads to greater things :) ---- • Ranboo x GenderNeutral!Reader • **PLEASE READ 'IMPORTANT INFORMATION'** - Sharky <3 ~> Cover drawn by JohiroTheDevil <~

The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet. A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more. He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile. He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others. A beat that was his. A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb. -or- Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him. !!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT MY STORY EVERYTHING GOES TO Blueium ON AO3 ALL CREIDS GO TO THEM.