Tommy runs from exile and starts a new life in a new village, ready to start over away from the family that abandoned him. That is until someone he loves falls ill and the only cure is back in the place he left all those years ago... What will he do? ~~~ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in dreamsmpfanfiction #1 in hurtcomfort (and hurt-comfort) #1 in jackmanifold #1 in ghostbur #2 in dreamsmp #3 in tommyinnit #3 in philza #4 in angst ~~~ STARTED: 2/12/21 DICONTINUED: 3/03/24 ~~~ see A/N (part 33) for info regarding discontinuation. shout out to everyone who read and voted over the years. I couldn't have made it this far without you all <3

Big Man Tommyinnit. stuck in space, in a cell, all alone. Well not alone anymore, he's got this really small adorable looking alien now! and he's in too deep, he's already sworn his life to the guy. Tommy picks up alien friends left and right to slowly work his way around space to survive. His hell through space does not prevent the affection that his heart still retains and he slowly begins to heal the scars that have been formed from being treated like an experiment, an animal. With a family forming and his protectiveness showing, he'll be ready to throttle anybody that hurts his friends Now if only he could talk to them. Cover made by Monarch Orien in my Discord

✩｡:*•.───── ❁ ❁ ─────.•*:｡✩ Dsmp • Child!reader Insert! ╰◣ " In Which a child was born after the fall " " If gods exist here.. then so does demons right? " * • • ◕◕════♣♣════◕◕ • •* Slight OC Reader ° Sorry!

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.