6 Works in SleepyBois
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I’ll Be Happy Any Day Now by Bioxox
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
09 May 2022
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He wonders if he’ll be like the arcade, a skinning memory, history barely conscious of his existence, buried under memories, old nostalgia that you'll remember in the deep hours of the night, and even then wouldn't matter. A blip in a timeline long erased.
Tubbo feels like a machine, cracking under years of pressure, ears stuffed with cotton, voice muffled forgotten in the crowd, looking past in exchange for shinier, newer games.
Peeling, Tubbo is slipping, dry glue coming undone.
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AU inspired by ‘prom dress’ by Mxmtoon filled with lots of angst and some fluff, as a treat
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“Sure thing, kiddo,” Schlatt told Tubbo. He looked over at Tommy. “You can take your cloak off if you want, kid.”
“I’m not a kid,” Tommy said automatically, immediately gripping onto his cloak more tightly.
He didn’t want Tubbo to hate him. As much as Tommy hated to admit it, he actually liked Tubbo quite a bit, and if he took the cloak off, Tommy was sure to be cast out immediately.
Or, Tommy runs away from Dream, hiding his wings from everyone he knows.
Series
- Part 1 of Singing in the Dead of Night
- Part 2 of Molly Polly Longfic
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The routine is simple:
Tommy runs. He falls. He’s pinned to the ground. Grass or sand or stone or snow. Sometimes his mouth and nose are held beneath the surface of ankle-deep water until his vision crackles out and he inhales lake-fulls and next thing he knows he’s back home, damp with sweat and snot and tears.
Damp. Wet.
Every single chase he gets caught, and Dream toys with him for a while before finishing him off quickly, surely, with some kind of bludgeon or blade.
And every morning he wakes up back in his own bed - sometimes tucked neatly between the sheets, sometimes he’s thrashed them away, hair and clothing glued to him by a cold drying sweat, heart racing, nerves still firing with phantom pain.
He keeps having the same nightmare since he lived this in real life, since Dream got out and chased him - and he hasn’t seen the bastard since, but these daily ‘visits’ are wearing him down regardless. He’s gonna go crazy eventually. It’s a numbers game.
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Dream escapes from Pandora's Vault. Tommy has terrible nightmares. -
Like Dawn, you broke the Dark… by fizzy_pixels
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
21 Nov 2021
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Right in the centre of the grass, stood a small ring of pale mushroom, their creamy flesh circling a patch of grass that looked slightly greener than the rest.
A Faerie ring.
Tommy grinned, taking a deep breath to steady himself before moving to stand within the ring. It felt wrong, bone numbingly, absolutely and deeply wrong to stand in the middle of the Faerie ring, but Tommy persevered. He began to shout.
“Hello? I want to make a deal…”
Series
- Part 3 of Dark SBI fics
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here the daisies guard you from every harm by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
11 Oct 2021
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“You- You’re so fucking stupid, Wilbur!” Tommy sniffled into his shirt. “Why would- why would you do that! Why did you volunteer for me?”
Wilbur raised a hand up to rest on top of Tommy’s head, and started carding his fingers through his curls. “I promised that you’d be safe, didn’t I?”
or, Wilbur is willing to do anything to protect his little brother. Even if that means volunteering in his place for the Hunger Games.
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“Fucking—let—me—go!” he snarls, wrapping both hands around the length of the rope, painfully aware of the laughter ringing through the trees; the sounds of feet crashing through bracken; and Tommy—he doesn’t understand why the rope isn’t burning, why the frayed strands aren’t catching—it’s just a length of rope used for hunting, its not important enough to be enchanted, no one would waste coin enchanting rope to make it fireproof when it’s only use is to be part of a snare and nothing more.
The voices are getting louder and Tommy is running out of time.
There’s a trail of smoke where something just barely catches alight and Tommy doesn’t bother with a cry of victory—not when he’s not free, not when he’s still suspended up in the air, dangling by his foot, trying to burn through his shoe so that he can gain favour towards escape or free his knife—“Oh my god Techno, your snare caught a child!”
Or: Tommy is running from his past, and finds family along the way.
Series
- Part 2 of Love
- Part 2 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
- Part 1 of Abundance of Love