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As he stared blankly at the ceiling, reliving that day, he could only think, "I could have done so much more" Wilbur knows he could've- no should have done more to prevent it. If he had just done things differently it wouldn't have turned out this way. He shouldn't have snuck out that night. He should've just stayed home with them He should have picked up the phone He should have at least said goodbye But he didn't, and it was far too late now. Or, After his mother dies in an accident, Wilbur blames himself, and can't seem to move on from her death, But when he meets a kid named Tommy at work, things start to get better. 'Also posted on ao3!' My user is 'Tsuki_notfound'!

They've lived together; they've lived apart. Turns out you can miss someone terribly, even if they're just across the room. * * a/n: Most of the story takes place in 2020/21, and while I strove to stay true to real-life events/ timelines, there may be instances where creative license presides. Comments and feedback are more than welcome. Enjoy!

I have decided to put all my dearest oneshots that I post on AO3, on here. Both to get more reach, and to give my more popular crowd more of my content. Some of these shots are older and some are newer. Some suck literal dog shit and some are mighty fine, if I do say so myself.

"On top of a hill that overlooks an intricate city, there stands a glass castle. It is not stained, nor tinted or frosted. It's clear and empty of colour, see through. Arrows and stones and gazes can pierce through the thin layer, for it is not bulletproof. It is made of glass, perched precariously over a city of stones and other sorts. 'Thomas, we aren't like everyone else. We have wealth, superior to all those below us.' "Inside the glass castle, there lives a jackhammer and a pen and paper. They have a son, and he is made of porcelain. The porcelain boy grows inside these castle walls, learning and changing. The jackhammer and the pen keep him inside the glass castle, and so he watches through the clear windows, silently observing the city that lives its own life." (Art is not mine! If you know who it's by, please let me know!)

In order to keep their channel afloat, Brett and Eddy decide to share an apartment during the coronavirus outbreak.

LOWERCASE INTENDED FOR TITLE!!! Cover art: https://64.media.tumblr.com/160ccae3a60abdf0ec9434b33170a47c/3f22276ab01bba91-2a/s2048x3072/3e62e7305016ccc1eda06887a95739ea341afaf7.png /// Tommy is a pheonix, hardened by war and suffering from his inevitable past of hybrid trafficking. Being one of the most rare origins, he has to try and stay safe from hunters and hybrid catchers. He had been forced to fight in hybrid training grounds or arenas for "pure entertainment" at the time. You see, in 2b2t, there really weren't any rules. So people were able to do whatever they wanted to as they pleased. He eventually starts healing from this background, but coming to DreamSMP just ruined him even more. But he's felt worse. Things go downhill when Tubbo, his beloved friend, exiles him. History is pure evidence of repetition in time. It always repeats itself no matter what. Try your hardest, you won't be able to escape. .... We've all been there. /// IM SORRY BUT IF YOU BRING ONE TRAUMATISED KID FROM A FANDOM WHAT WILL YOU GET? MAKING 4 INDIVIDUAL FUCKING FANFICS BASED ON THAT CHILD. TOMMY CALM DOWN WITH THE LORE PLeASE

//DISCONTINUED// Dream is a famous YouTuber/Streamer and George is a big fan of him. One day they meet on Omegle and everything changed "Do you have Discord?" He asked me quickly. "Or do you have Twitter?" Why is he asking me that? "Dream, I am your fan. Of course I have Discord and Twitter." I laughed by myself. "Good, give me your Twitter account."

Wilbur Soot has a few unpleasant thoughts beside a lake. He attempts to write his last words in a letter for his family, trying to gather up courage. He loves his family, he really does. But he can't leave his symphony unfinished. It's dark, cold, and windy. (⚠️ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, TRAUMA⚠️)

━─━────༺༻────━─━ One Shot ━─━────༺༻────━─━ Tommy was a bit tired and wasn't feeling like being a nuisance to Niki while she was streaming. He decided, 'Hey why not draw with Niki on her art stream!'. What a wonderful Idea. As it turns out Tommy can actually draw! ━─━────༺༻────━─━ Basically some bonding between Tommy and Niki! Woohoo!

i don't have an update schedule yet, tags will be updated as the story goes on, requests are open chapters with ✘ contain triggering content, triggers will be listed as chapter needs

"It's going to be okay, alright? Where are your parents?" Wilbur asked, the sound of furious shuffling in the background hurting Tommy's ears. "That's a good fucking question!" Tommy yelled into the phone, anger and pent up sadness bleeding through the device, misdirected anger harming the other person. "They're gone Wilbur, they're gone and I-I don't know if-" his body wracked as a cough resonated through his body. "I don't think they're coming back," he whispered the last part, the reality of the single sentence sending his world spiraling. It's Christmas, and Tommy is alone. Until he isn't.

Angst 1 Shot featuring both fatherly Schlatt and some SBI dynamics ** JSchlatt loves his son. He really does! But he knows he's not a good father. Tubbo deserves better. (dsmp, not canonically correct, could be read as irl or in the dsmp universe)

** NO LONGER UPDATING FOR THE TIME BEING ** "It's okay Tubbo. You weren't to know." He closes the notebook and puts it on the ground, before sliding closer towards Tubbo and putting a hand on his shoulder in the same way Tubbo had done to him. "I'm doing better now. And I'm glad that I met you." - DISCLAIMER: this is NOT a tubbo x tommy ship fanfic. this fic is, and will always remain, strictly platonic as they will not be flirting or behaving inappropriately with one another whatsoever. if either of them have an issue with this book existing then i am more than happy to take it down - please read the first part for more info :)

ig the title is pretty self explanatory

"Tommy must have noticed the flicker of pain that etched across Wilbur's face, as his smile softened into pity. His wings slightly stretched as he took a deep breath, sliding to the floor. "We'll be alright, okay?" He muttered. His words were quiet and soft, a contrast to his loud entrance. Wilbur failed to believe it. If he couldn't make it out of the prison safely, Tommy certainly couldn't escape either. But who was he to crush Tommy's dreams? The blonde was the only type of hope he's gotten ever since he was thrown in this cell. All he could do was look out for him until the day they separated." Wilbur and Tommy are two avians who get locked up in a prison by hunters and they get along well despite their contrasting personalities,,, they also bond with two other sillies