Week 53 Prompts:

“No matter where I am, what I feel, or who I become, it will always begin and end with you.”

“I wish I could say it gets easier. It doesn’t.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

One Day - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

…Sometimes Not (Part 11) - All I’ve Ever Known - @ao719 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Being Sick Feels Better With You There by FandomCaptive

1/1

“I’m gonna go start dinner, okay?”

Tommy whined a little, mumbling a quiet “okay”

Wilbur pressed a kiss to Tommy’s forehead. “I’m sorry you feel so sick, bud.”

The boy gave only a sad look in response, making Wilbur's heart ache as he turned to find something suitable for dinner.

In other words, Tommy's sick and Wilbur takes care of him and it's very soft because I was in a bad mood

(un)fair by Cypherr

1/1

Wilbur thinks that, if he had to choose his favorite person in the world (universe, even), that it would be Tommy.

pressed palm lines by Drhair76

1/1

No wonder they fit together so well. The universe was carved for them, the play written with them in mind. Their palm lines slot together easily; Technoblade knows that without even being able to touch them.

The four of them, Godly.

Or, SBI are Gods - nothing really changes.

You're rose-tinted and cruel by rabiddog

1/1

Tommy, sometimes, just wants to be noticed by somebody. He wants to be acknowledged, he wants to have the attention on him. He wants to have everyone’s gaze, to have them looking, to have them scandalised or amazed, anything if it means that for a moment, just a mere moment, he’s not invisible.

He wants to be seen. (Nobody had realised the extent to which he would go for that.)

“Hello.”

Phil’s back is turned. Wilbur’s still looking down, Techno is still watching Wilbur.

“Hello.”

Tommy’s voice is shaking somewhat, but it’s not from his nerves, no, it’s from a volcanic excitement that thrums underneath his skin, a repetitive, beat, beat, beat. Nobody shifts. He tries again. And again.

the space inbetween heartbeats by netherfriends

1/1

So yeah; Tommy would be playing animal crossing, humming Lovejoy under his breath, and think hey, I know the guy who made that song and then spend five hours or more in call with said guy.

It was an incredibly comfortable arrangement, like having Wilbur in a little pocket-sized version to carry around and bother whenever.

OR

the crimeboys leave notes for each other. it’s all very sweet

I'll be There Soon, Sunshine by willblue

1/1

“If you had to describe how you feel in this exact moment, what would it be?” Wilbur asked. Tommy paused, thinking for a moment. A wide variety of words swam through his head. From upset, to warm, to fucking small. Small. Why did he feel-

-or-

Tommy is regressing...but he doesn't know

encompass by qar

22/23

Last year had been the best Christmas Tommy had ever had, but the bar had always been pretty low; the moments between the whirlwind of being adopted had been the happiest of Tommy's life. It's been a year, though, and he's adjusted well; this Christmas will be even better.

A series of connected oneshots for amooniesong's MCYT Advent Calendar Prompt List!

We start with stars in our eyes (we start believing that we belong) by LilacSoulw

1/1

Turns out soulmates can mean family after all

messages to you, to the bottle by Drhair76

1/1

"I'll be back," Wilbur whispers. "I promise you. And I'll call and text all the time- every day. I'll- I'll text you onstage. You'll be sick of me Tommy, I swear you will."

Tommy sniffles, and shakes his head. "No I won't. I fucking won't."

or, Wilbur goes on tour and Tommy misses him.

Brothers Will Get You In Trouble by sinofwriting

1/1

Tommy is finally meeting the rest of Lovejoy, there's just one problem. Wilbur hasn't called him a single nickname.

House of Gold by Drhair76

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“Okay," Tubbo says, "so we’ve successfully eliminated you being a son of Ares, a son of Demeter, and a son of Athena.”

“Wait. When did we eliminate me being a son of Athena?”

Tubbo gives Tommy a look. “Let’s just say, I don’t think it’s happening.”

or, Tommy, desperate for a family, tries to speed up the claiming process.

i can't lose hope (what's left of my heart's still made of gold) by blladnna

13/18

This kid was so small.

That was Phil’s first thought upon opening his front door—that the kid on his front porch was so small. Too small for the warnings heaped upon Phil by the state, warnings of wild magic and dangerous words, of the treachery and trickery that came hand in hand with the legends of the fae. Phil had known many fae over the course of his lifetime, both kind and cruel. The kid on the front porch just looked like a kid.

He just looked scared.

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