#6/6 sbi fanfic

[bonesandthebees]

as an adult fanfiction writer myself (i'm in my 20s, too), it's really impressive how much progress you've made with your writing. how do you balance writing with other adult priorities? this is what i struggle myself; i want to be able to write, but i don't seem to have enough time. i recently deleted all my old drafts and most of my outlines so i could focus on writing a few stories in mind. idk if this is the way to go, but i made my decision.

p.s. i'm on my way to read your sbi stories, they sound great.

oooo what a good question!

well, for one thing I think I need to say that I'm technically unemployed at the moment (and technically have been for the past year due to family stuff going on) which definitely gives me more time to write compared to if I had a full time job. but at the same time I do kind of have a job? I don't like revealing too many details about my personal life on this blog, but let's just say I kind of work for a family member (but I don't get paid for it). either way, I do have more free time than the average 23 year old probably does so that certainly helps

at the same time though, I actually wrote more while I was a full time uni student. like, I wrote clinic in 6 months during my senior year of uni. still not sure how I did that one. so maybe it's not the unemployment thing lol

ok I rambled a bit too much on this so I'm going to put it under the cut

either way, I do have a lot of daily responsibilities that I have to schedule my writing around which does present a challenge. I'd say two major things contribute to me being able to write so much: one, I just write way faster than most people can write. And two: I put a lot of effort into recognizing the scope of my own abilities, and try not to put too many projects on my plate at once.

with the whole being able to write really fast thing, that's the result of years and years of intensive writing practice. from the time I was around 13-14ish, I started trying to write almost daily. around 15 is when I discovered fanfic, and once I was actually able to write things I could post online and get feedback on, whenever I sat down for a near daily writing session my goal would be to write a minimum of 1k words. a lot of the time I missed this goal, but it was fine and I just kept trying, not beating myself up too much about it because I viewed it all as practice. I wanted to get really good at writing, which is why I just kept at it, knowing it would get easier with time. and it did!

in short, practicing writing, any writing at all regardless of if it's going to be published or not, will help you get faster at writing. now this is going to conflict with the next thing I talk about, but I digress

now, the easier thing to emulate is managing the projects you work on. in my head I have about 3 categories of wips—actively working on to publish, off to the side dormant that I'm either planning on getting to or I might get around to, and never going to see the light of day but I'm working on it just for myself. if I decide to mentally move a wip into the 'active' category, I need to make sure it's the type of story I'm going to enjoy working on and will be able to complete. then when I have free time, I know that's going to be a top priority and I need to focus on that before other things. if I have a wip in the dormant category, if I have free time and I either don't have anything I need to actively work on to publish (like if I just posted a chapter the day before) or I really just don't want to work on my active wips, then I can take a second look at my dormant wip outlines and see if writing any of them gets the juices flowing. then there's the never see the light of day wips, and those I can write at any time because it's just for me, and yeah I should prioritize the active wips over them and I usually will, but also writing is a hobby I enjoy first and foremost. and also, any writing practice will help you. so even if you don't plan to publish it, writing a self indulgent thing will help you get faster, build stamina, improve your writing—all of that stuff.

so I think what you described with deleting old outlines/drafts makes sense, but also I never delete my old writing drafts just bc I love seeing my progress over the years but that's just me. but either way, making an effort to focus on active wips is a smart move, but also remember that not everything you write has to be published. the more practice you get with writing (and by that I mean literally any writing at all), the easier it's going to be to write longer things and finish them. you build that stamina like a muscle, and it can take a very long time to build it up enough, but it's definitely worth it in the end.

also just experiment with how you outline and plan stuff in a way that works for your brain, because when you have to write around adult responsibilities you have to streamline things as much as possible. despite the fact that I started writing fic at 15, I struggled so much with finishing long fics until I started writing for dsmp when I had just turned 21. and that's because I figured out a new outlining method that worked perfectly for my brain. it was a combination of planning some things, but not everything so that I kept myself interested in the story. experiment with how much or how little you plan your stories, because when you have a limited time to write, you want it to be something you're interested in and able to dive right into writing.

sorry this was so long winded, I really suck at giving short answers sometimes. hope that helps though! remember, the most important thing is that you're enjoying what you're doing :)

#ask #anon #bones writes

[alldni]

I’ll PLEDGE to Quackity

Soo uhm abt the fanfic thing, it doesn’t have to be a page long, max 5-6 coz I don’t want you to over exert yourself

and I have two options so you can write whatever you want

Sbi fic that takes place during Neapolitan trio’s childhood. Techno is a piglin, he has the ability to switch between a more piglike and more human-like form. Just some nice fluffy stuff

Ranboo and Tubbo walk through the forest, mostly platonic (maybe some hand holding?? That’s all tho) They could find a bee or something idrc, just some more fluffy nice things :)

Again thank you sm!! You don’t have do anything if you don’t want too, I was probably going to vote for Quackity anyway so please don’t feel obligated at ALL

hello one thing about me is that im a bedrock bros propagandist. sorry this took a while i had some appointments this morning heehee

dsmpers: pledge to vote quackity for a 1-page drabble, pledge to vote quackity AND vote doc for a 2-page drabble <;3

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Babies didn’t tend to like Techno. People did say babies could detect things everyone else couldn’t – could see spirits, feel energies their parents didn’t. So even when Techno walked the roads in his human form, even when he tried to look as normal as he possibly could… it was only inevitable: the second he passed an infant, it would erupt into tears. 

Then, there was Tommy. 

Tommy cried constantly. Cried and screamed. Wailed his meaty fists against anyone who held him, threw his formula bottles across the room, generally wreaked havoc. Which was why he was Wilbur’s problem when Phil wasn’t home. Wilbur was older, anyway. He was in charge. And Techno had other, more important things to do. 

Potatoes to plant. Books to read. Dogs to tame.

Except, of course, for: 

“Techno!”

Techno sighed. He gave his potatoes one last, longing look. Then, slowly, he straightened himself out, stood up straight, and leveled his approaching brother with a glare. Wilbur was sprinting full speed toward him; he still had bits of baby puke on his shoulder. Ugh. 

“You want me to calm him down,” Techno said as Wilbur came into earshot. 

Wilbur skidded to a stop, planted his hands on Techno’s shoulders, and nodded gravely. “You’re a good man, Technoblade.” Techno rolled his eyes and left Wilbur with a command to finish watering the garden. 

Inside the cottage, Tommy was screaming up a storm, beating his fists and kicking his feet in the air. His crib was a mess, blankets and pillows twisted up everywhere, some of them on the floor, somehow. 

Techno didn’t like picking Tommy up. He was small. Fragile. Techno could make any number of mistakes, could hurt Tommy any number of ways. But the baby was sobbing, taking big, gasping breaths, and Techno was starting to get nervous he’d run out of air. 

Slowly, he reached into the crib. Past the frantic hands and feet, he delicately, gently, carefully, wrapped his hands around Tommy’s stomach, and pulled him up. Holding him out at an arm’s length, Tommy caught Techno’s eye and held his gaze as he screamed. Stubborn fucker. 

“I don’t know why you like this so much,” Techno said, and started to shift. 

And there was the magic. The second Techno’s skin had tinted pink, tusks poked out of his mouth, and his ears grew long and pointy, Tommy calmed. The runt laughed, reaching clumsily for the tusks, the ears. 

“Alright,” Techno said, and pretended his face wasn’t as warm as Netherflame. Pretended his heartbeat wasn’t as fast as a rabbit’s. He pulled the runt close to his chest, tucked his chin against the wispy tufts of growing-in gold, and held him there for a long while.

#bedrock bros #mcytblrsexyman #mcytblr sexyman #mcytblr sexymen poll #mcytblr sexymen bracket #quackity sweep #quackity #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #neapolitan trio #sleepy bois fanfic #lu talks #lu writes #dumbartist101

[conarcoin]

mlp IS dark sbi fanfic, if you read between the lines you can tell that the cutiemark crusaders are supposed to be bench trio... and whats more is that the mane 6 are CLEARLY the rest of sbi, so that episode where war breaks out and they all die? dark sbi fanfic :cursing emoji:

real

[starified-lizzy]

These are my fics, their titles, their completion status, their warnings(and mini description), where you can find them, and their links if you wish to have quick access to them

Home(Wilbur is a cat familiar and Tommy’s severely depressed. TW// sewer tidal thoughts/ideation/attempt, and just all around depression. Take care of yourselves) completed, 7 chapters, crimeboys centric, AO3

Sick day from school(mini sickfic in the “cat familiar Wilbur” au. TW// vague mentions to the attempt in the above fic) one-shot, completed, SBI centric, AO3

Our Home(sequel to the cat familiar au. TW// mentions of the first fics TWs). Completed, 6 chapters, crimeboys centric with a few new characters, Ao3

The World is Dark, but You’re my Light(a superhero fanfic that every MCYT author dabbles in at one point. TW// violence, body-horror, blood, de-humanization) on-going(hiatus), Benchtrio/SBI(mostly crimeboys) centric, Ao3

Sometimes, You Need the Sun in Your Life(the original dragon au fic(that I made) that I cherish with my life. TW// violence, death, blood, body-horror(?), manipulation.) complete, 16 chapters, SBI centric, AO3/Wattpad(under same title)

Run, It’s Not Safe Here(the sequel to the first dragon fic. TW// child aboose, manipulation, violence, death) on-going(in desperate need of a rewrite), Twins-duo centric, AO3/Wattpad

The Eclipse(a rewrite of one of my original fanfics. Demon apocalypse au set in a semi-realistic world. TW// blood, violence, death, body horror) on-going, Tubbo-centric, Wattpad.

Anyways, that’s my biweekly post LMAO 💀

#fanfic #dsmp fanfic #dream smp #treeturned #demon au #apocalypse au #ao3fic #wattpad #dragon au #superhero au #cat familiar au

[cinnamon-styx-official]

I hope anyone who writes fanfic where technoblade is always stronger than dream realizes this:

techno might have won the dream v technoblade fight, but it was 6 to 4.

I don't think y'all realize what I mean by that.

They had 10 rounds. The max to win was 6. They only had ten rounds because dream won 4 of them.

He lost four out of ten rounds. He isn't going to win every single one.

Another thing I don't particularly understand is why the SBI in hero villain au books take a liking to Tommy of all people, half of the time he should be dead ngl

Anyways I'mma just go

#mcyt #technobabble #dream #ao3 tags #minecraft #ao3 stuff #fanfic #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

[safetyrat]

Ask Game! 1, 6, 9, 13

have answered 1 already :]

6. Is there a fanfic you’re still sad was never completed?

...I have talked to you about the translated Hetalia fanfictions ive been obsessed with before, haven't I? There was one where the translator was super great with updates, but the original spanish author just,, disappeared at some point. it was double shitty bc on one hand the concept and story was just sooo interesting and unique and on the other seeing the translator be upset was :(

9. Are you a “I must read this 100,000 word fic all in one go” type, or do you like a more leisurely pace?

100k is a little exaggerated haha, but yeah i binge anywhere from 20k-50k in a sitting easily! and even if i don't finish it in one day, in the next couple ones i will just not do anything else but read. always been that way, even with regular books. this is why i really love long slowburns, theyre the only things that actually keep me occupied for a bit!

13. Are there any massively popular fics in your fandom that you just aren’t interested in reading?

oh answering this makes me feel mean, but yeah i guess. i always sort by the sbi tag and bookmarks? so i am very familiar with the top three pages or so. and for a long time fics like tommyinnits clinic, i was a kid in a village, stay underneath my wing... just weren't interesting enough judging by premise and tags alone?

but i finally bit and actually read them when i challenged myself to completely reading the first page!! and it turns out stay underneath my wing is amazing and one of my favourite fics now. very suprised because i usually dont care for zombie apocolypses, but i suppose this one is very different from ur typical one

...i stopped at the lights go out because i do not care for dsmp canon divergent fics at all, so here you go thats the popular one i didnt read

heres the ask game!!

#thank u for the ask!! #ask game #dayables #long post

[cat-fried-fiend]

trans Techno SBI fanfic part 5

here's part 5 ^-^

<part 4 & part 6>

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Wilbur possibly, maybe, perhaps, made a mistake. As much as he loathes to admit his faults, this is probably when he should. Everything had started out fine, like any good horror movie. Quackity was animatedly explaining how to play Last Life while Wilbur definitely paid attention. No, he definitely hadn’t just been focused on the way the other’s shirt had slipped to revel his collar bone. And even if Wilbur had, Dream was paying enough attention for the both of them.

It took all of two minutes for the two teenagers and two children to assemble the spaces of the board which in reality involved throwing pillows, cushions, blankets, and anything else they could find, onto the floor. Then there was the mess of figuring out who got to go first which Quackity advised them was a bad move. Eventually, Tubbo wound up going.

And thus, the game began.

Now, Quackity had told them about the true motivation behind the game and there was a reason Sapnap and George banned it. But the warnings rolled off their minds like water on a duck’s back. And just like Icarus, they doomed themselves with their hubris. 

“Tommy!” Dream screeches in outrage arms flailing wildly as he attempts to keep his socked feet balanced on a small wooden side table. A deadly smirk glints onto his face, “I’m going to end you, Tommy! Wilbur, get ready to say goodbye to your brother.”

“Are you sure Dream?” Tommy gloats from his perch on top of the bookcase, “you already said that to me the last five times.”

Quackity wheezes loudly on Wilbur’s screen, finding the whole exchange hilarious. Wilbur flips him off. Obviously, Quackity doesn’t understand that it’s family first in alliances. And now Tommy’s gone and made Wilbur’s position even more precarious. The alarm on Wilbur’s phone buzzes.

Unconstrained chaos ensues.

“Get back here Tommy!” Dream screams manically, easily hopping between spaces and over obstacles, closing in on the bookcase. Wilbur jumps onto the couch and chucks a nearby book which the other expertly dodges. Faintly, Wilbur hears Quackity cackling and Tubbo giggling but he’s too focused on reaching Tommy before Dream to pay any attention to them.

“Dream! C’mon let’s talk-,” Wilbur pants out, nearly tripping and braining himself on the coffee table in his attempt to reach the armchair a few feet away. Dream doesn’t so much as pause.

There’s a high-pitched bloodcurdling scream, “Wilby, save me!”

“No, Tommy wait I-”

And that’s the moment the wax melts and Icarus plunges to the ground.

For one peaceful moment, everything’s frozen. Then a deafening crash rings out and it devolves into hysteria. Wilber winds up flat on his back, a searing pain in his ribs. Blood soaks into his shirt and for one terrifying second, he wonders if his brother’s dead. Then Tommy is sitting up beside him, clutching tightly at his nose. A muttered curse locates Dream who Wilbur guess had tripped backwards over the couch. A giggle above assures Wilbur that through all of this, Tubbo has remained unharmed.  What isn’t fine is one of the TVs. The larger one had fallen from grace. Where it once hung mightily on the wall near the bookcase, now the TV lay face first on the rug, broken and cast out.

It’s not the worst damage they’d caused, not by far. It appears barely cracked on one side. Still, Wilbur hates when Phil gets upset with them. He never gets furious and screams at them. No, Phil does the whole ‘I’m not mad just disappointed’ routine. Which Wilbur honestly hates because he’d much rather take an emotionally immature parent’s hourly long rage than Phil’s mature, responsible route that meant he’d lost Phil’s trust…. Ok, maybe he wouldn’t rather have that but it’s still awful.

“What the fuck is going on? Is everyone alright?” Phil’s alarmed voice shouts from the doorway, jolting them from their daze.

Shit.

Wilbur hastily shoves his sleeve around Tommy’s bloody nose and prays that Phil doesn’t ask where Tubbo is. Dream immediately pushes himself up and Wilbur can tell he’s hiding winces of pain every time his shoulder moves. Phil walks further into the room, eyes anxiously darting through the destruction, “where’s Tubbo?”

Dream stands shoulders tensed and eyes down but still keeping his mouth closed obviously in no rush to blab. Tommy follows his example, not saying a peep. And Wilbur tries to think of a way to explain the kid’s location that doesn’t get him grounded for a month. An amused laugh breaks the tense silence. The three of them freeze, praying Phil doesn’t look up.

He looks up.

“Shit!” Phil shrieks, wings flaring wide, “how the hell did he get on the fan?”

Wilbur tries to whip up a convincing lie to feed Phil while his dad flies up and retrieves an unhappy Tubbo. The real explanation is that the fan was technically an allowed space according to Quackity. So, after some convincing, together Wilbur and Dream had launched Tubbo high enough for the kid to cling on to one of the blades. In Wilbur’s defense, he knew the fan would hold the kid from his experience trying to build a hammock Tommy couldn’t reach. Also, Dream had been perfectly fine about tossing his brother ten feet in the air. Still, Wilbur suspects that’s not enough for his dad to excuse their actions.

Phil releases the kicking child and fixes them with a firm, disappointed stare, wings still worriedly fluffed up behind him, “I know Tubbo didn’t just fly up there, Wilbur. So, how did he get up on the fan, mate?”

Silence stretches taut as the four of them refuse to snitch. Phil narrows his eyes. Then Quackity’s tinny voice loudly blares from somewhere nearby,

“They tossed him up there!”

Oh, that fucking rat-bastard! That stupid fucking duck! Wilbur is never going to kiss him again!

Phil’s face has morphed into a horrified expression but before he can even give a dismayed sigh, Puffy is calling for him. He leaves quickly, rushing to whatever Puffy needs him for. Just before he disappears into the hallway, Phil turns and shoots Wilbur his ‘disappointed dad’ look. And Wilbur begins to feel just a bit bad for chucking Tubbo onto the fan.

#trans technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sbi fanfic #mine

[jinx-blackout-84]

For the ask game, 🛒, ⛔, 🙋‍♀️, 💖, 🦅, and 🤩?

🛒- one thing that i have put in both fics is alternate universes and a Narrative of some sort. I picture all of my fucs as alternate versions of cannon, where the Narrative is controlling things. It's a greater force that is trying to force the characters to mirror the events of the cannon universe and follow similar arcs. I think its a pretty cool concept. I also do chhose your own adventure endings/ alternate endings, because i love writing hearnreakung endings but hate reading them, so I want my readers to have something nice to read.

⛔️- I have scrapped about eight fics, one of which is about 50,000 words. I didnt end up liking them or lost interest in the media and just never finished them. I probably have 80,000 words of my hero academia fanfic that i never posted, and i have 5 dsmp fics that i havent posted. One is a platnoic rainduo ballet AU with some crimeboys and TNTduo that is about 15,000 words, one is a high-fantasy crimeboys AU that has about 17,000, one is a benchtrio vigilante AU that has like 22,000 words, one has sbi benchtrio rainduo (platonic) and some tntduo and it's a band/rockstar AU with about 41,000 words and one is a benchtrio movie star AU with like 12,000

I also never planned on posting a crown so heavy on the head of a child but my beta reader said she would air fry ny eyeballs if I didnt so here we are

🙋‍♀️- i have one friend who lnows i write fanfic (my beta reader) but shes not in the fandom. I love her so much and she is so fucking awesome and so great and wonderful.

💖- i have pretty much always loved writing, and have been making short stories since i was four or five. I have been writing songs since i was seven, and poems for about three years now. I have always loved it. I started writing fanfiction when I entered the my hero academia fandom, but never posted any of it because i tend to be very anxious. I started writing the fics I am working on right now because i wanted to examine the character arc of each character and how they affected them, and how the characters would have behaved without all fo the trauma. I really was so starstruck about the individuality of each bbhsmp character that i just started writing and didn’t stop. The only reason they ever got posted is because of encouragement form my mutuals and the irl friend i takked to about it.

🦅- okay, so its 50/50. I ahve a few character arcs that i knoe i'm going to put in the fic, (the quackity gets trauma arc, a few death arcs, wilbur gets trauma arc, tommy gets caught up in all of it arc, a few more death arcs, and some healing arcs) but for the kost part I just sit down on a friday or saturday afternoon and type out a few chapters that i feel like push the plot forwards. The Narrative was never supposed to exist, i sorta threw that in 30 minutes beofre posting the first chapter i mentioned it in. karl wasnt supposed to be in the fic, but i needed an opener for chapter 6, Wilbur wasn't supposed to know Tommy, the House wasn't supposed to be significant, all sorts of thing that i just sorta said "wait that would be cool as fuck" and then duct taped into the fic.

🤩- so i have about 16 chapters written in advance, and Wilbur is in the middle of a villain arc. It is so fun to write him slowly losing his grasp on reality, descending into madness. I also like writing Tubbo's POV, because he is a character i don't write from often.

Please excuse the poor grammar I don't have the energy to edit 😅

#and the void screams back #ask game response

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

The Path We Chose

by Anonymous

Wilbur, a thrill-seeking teenager who craves excitement and danger. One summer evening, he and a group of friends gather in a park to enjoy each other's company and get high. Wilbur, seeking a more intense high, brings out heroin. However, their party is interrupted by the blaring sirens of police cars. The once carefree atmosphere turns into an atmosphere of dread and fear as the group realizes they've been caught in the act of their illicit activities. The police approach and the group panics, trying to hide or flee, but their efforts are in vain. Wilbur's fear turns into a burning rage as he fights the officers, desperate to break free and keep his liberty intact. He bolts away, relishing the sensation of the wind rushing. His father, one of the officers at the scene just wants to help Wilbur and get him back on track with a normal life. Does it go as planned though?

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I can't write summaries! my writing is defo better than this :') I also sat and wrote this for 11 hours straight. not even breaks for water or anything, so I hope it ain't bad.

Words: 2231, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Teb and Rose - almost anonymous fanfics

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP, sbi - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, Cara | CaptainPuffy, Niki | Nihachu

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Wilbur Soot-centric, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Drug Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Wilbur Soot Needs a Hug, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Police Officer Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Teen Angst, Needles, Sick Character, Drug Withdrawal, Protective Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot is a Mess, Self-Hatred, Smoking, Underage Smoking, Drinking, Underage Drinking, Wilbur Soot Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Contain Spoilers, How Do I Tag

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

[w0lfyfl00f]

will ya be my friend? :P

Since i joined tumblr no-one notices me XD

since you do, I was wondering if it would be okay to refer to you as my friend :D

(QnA)

What are your pronouns?

Whats your fav color?

Fav animal?

Fav dsmp charecter?

Best book and or fanfic?

Suport LGBTQ?

if so, are you in it?

if so, what? :P

We can definitely friends if you want you could even Dm me also

Questions:

1: Lux/Luxes and Paw/Paw

2: Red or Purple

3: Darwin foxes or red wolves

4: Eret

5: A Puffychu fic called Sweet Freedom or a SBI fic called Nights Like These

6: Yes definitely

7: Yup!

8: Genderqueer, Omni, Aceflux, and Poly something in most categories

[cryingtulips]

I posted 474 times in 2022

That's 466 more posts than 2021!

63 posts created (13%)

411 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cryingtulips

@snailsnfriends

@tmmyhug

@proudfreakmetarusonniku

@cupsmp

I tagged 444 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#dsmp - 150 posts

#mcyt - 84 posts

#dsmp tommy - 69 posts

#technoblade - 67 posts

#dreamwastaken - 63 posts

#dsmp fanfic - 58 posts

#dsmp web weaving - 40 posts

#fanfic - 38 posts

#tommyinnit - 37 posts

#crimeboys - 35 posts

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#like something about tubbo still being a kid and something about finding home in loved ones

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Warden’s Key, a c!hotelduo poem about Sam’s Achilles heel

36 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#4

C!Disctober Day 13: Rot

Art Credit

@idalus (link)

@mikenlos (link)

@hiraethminds (link)

Photographs are found on pexels and unsplash

40 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#3

SBI Fic Recs

Crime Boys Centric

Everything Costs by AmberRunnel [M, 83k, WIP]

a superhero au with dark sbi. I love the complexity of the whole plot lol

Go Little Rock-Star by Idespisemilk [Gen, 6k, One Shot]

I am not exaggerating when I say this fic made me sob I’ve re-read it so many times and it's just ;-;

i'll carry the weight of you, i swear by Zannolin [T, 11k, Complete]

A fic about learning to live and be happy again. 

Bedrock Bros Centric

absence makes the heart grow fonder by Zannolin [T, 2k, One Shot]

techno centric and very heartbreaking

The Land of His Brother by DOC_Holliday [M, 47k, WIP]

Vampires be pog. Historical fiction be cool too

Tommy Centric

doomed to be fleeting by DerisiveH [G, 254, Poem]

I also really enjoyed exposure therapy [G, 1k, Poem] and this poison is pious [G, 424, Poem] by the same author

Three words that became hard to say (I and love and you) by isa_grapes [T, 4k, One Shot]

Healing fic baaaabbbbyyy. I’m obsessed with how Tommy was portrayed here. 

41 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#2

There's a Ghost Haunting These Woods: Tommy is dead and Technoblade is in denial

Prompt 6: Cold

44 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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45 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i just wanted to see which poems made it to the top lol #wasn't expecting the moodboard to be among the top 5 #long post

[malachiexists13]

[Crimeboys] To You, Eight Times Behind

CHARACTER/S: Wilbur Soot [He/Him] || Tommyinnit [He/Him] PROMPT/GENRE: Meeting Future Self/Angst ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP/S: Brothers REASON FOR WRITING: bludobyy's SBI Prompt List - Day 1: Stitches WORD COUNT: 1254 //TW: - Mention of War; Child Endangerment; Mention of Scars; Character Death; Child Death; c!Wilbur being c!Wilbur; Obsession; Possessive Behavior

DISCLAIMER: DreamSMP is a Minecraft Survival turned roleplay that I DON'T own. This is merely a fanfic written based on a prompt list because I'm in denial about crimeboys duo's separate finales.

SUMMARY: It all started out as a normal day in L'manburg. Until two figures showed up, claiming to be the future versions of President Soot and his younger brother Tommy.

DATE WRITTEN: December 6, 2022

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President Soot stared at the two figures stood before him, suspicion wavering in his maroon gaze. He didn't know where they'd come from, considering that Dream said no one new had been whitelisted to the Essempi as of recent. And even if Dream was a shady bastard, he had no reason to lie about something like that. What was even more strange, was the claims they'd made.

One of the men was just slightly taller than President Soot, perhaps by a couple of centimeters. He had messy, curly brown hair with a single white streak that appeared as if it hadn't been washed in months, lightly tanned white skin, and maroon colored eyes hidden behind crimson-tinted glasses with a crazed look in them. He was dressed in a yellow sweater and black skinny jeans, with dark combat boots, a red beanie, and fingerless black gloves, a dark brown trench coat layered over top his sweater. He also had a bandage tightly wrapped around his arm, dried blood clear on the once pristine white cloth.

What was strange about his appearance though, was the stitch marks. He had three of them, one over his face, on his neck, and a large slash across his abdomen. The thing that made President Soot uncomfortable... Was the fact that the stitch mark on the man's face matched the placement of the scar President Soot had gained when he lost his first life. Oh, and the fact that the man claimed to be named Wilbur Soot.

But that was impossible, wasn't it? President Soot was Wilbur Soot. Not whoever this weirdo was.. Right?

But then there was the other person with him. A boy who looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. He had what looked to be once golden blonde hair, now dulled with a matching white streak, scars littered his pale skin and face, one particularly bad one, probably a gash, seemed to have caused blindness in his right eye. The sky blue color having faded to near-white. He was dressed in a white and red tee, khaki pants, white sneakers, and a blue cardigan with a green bandana around his neck. In his dull blonde hair, a singular allium hung loosely.

Similarly to the man he was with, he had stitch marks. One just barely peeking out from beneath his bangs, one outlining the scar that seemed to cause his right-eye's blindness, and another across his neck. The slash across his neck matched the one President Soot's younger brother, Tommy, had from the Final Control Room. And... He claimed to be an older version of Tommy, specifically eight years into the future.

But similar to the first visitor, that was impossible. Tommy wasn't seventeen, he was nine, just barely shy of ten. There was no way that this nearly grown man could ever be him. After all, time-travel is impossible. A mere fantasy, forever out of reach.

"What, you don't believe us?" the brown-haired one teased, mischief in his gaze. "And what if I don't?" President Soot retorted. The other man paused, seeming deep in thought before he asked- "Has the Revolutionary War happened yet? This is clearly Early L'manburg so..." 'Early L'manburg?' What did that mean? Hesitant, President Soot replied- "Yes.. Why?" The man smirked, "So.. 'Your L'manburg,' right?" he questioned.

Something flashed in the eyes of the seventeen year old. Almost like that phrase brought back some kind of memories. "Will.." he spoke, almost in a warning tone. "Whaat? This guy doesn't believe us, Toms. Gonna convince 'im somehow, yeah?" President Soot was confused. What the hell were these two even going on about? A dark shadow fell over the brown-haired one's face, but excitement danced in his maroon eyes.

"..The anthem has a deeper meaning, huh? The line 'My L'manburg,' perhaps?" he questioned. Soot narrowed his gaze, "Get to the point." Laughter, "Alright, alright. What I'm saying is... You wrote that, as if L'manburg was yours, and only yours. Nobody else's." "That's not true-" "Oh no.. It IS true. I know that. And let's say... Hypothetically, of course, L'manburg were to be taken from you and be rebranded, as if it were never yours in the first place.. What would you do?"

President Soot paused. If L'manburg wasn't his.. What would he do? He didn't know. That was a question he had no answer to. Not one he could admit out loud, at the very least. And judging from the look in the man's eyes, he knew that. He knew from the very start when he asked, but he still asked anyway. Why, though? Why would he ask such an obscure question?

More laughter, "Prime, Tommy.. Why didn't you ever tell me I was so readable back then?" he asked, amusement dancing in that horrid gaze of his as he looked to his companion. The boy shrugged, "Never noticed, I guess. Nine year olds aren't that smart, ya know.." "...Especially ones that have been in War." he mumbled, quietly. And even if the brown-haired man heard, he said nothing. But Soot heard. And that was when even more similarities between Tommy and the blonde one came to light. But he ignored it.

"Back to my question.." the man interjected, "If L'manburg were taken from you and was no longer your nation... You'd want to destroy it, wouldn't you?" "What?!" "No, no, no.. Don't argue with me. You know I'm right. It wouldn't be yours anymore, so what was the point of keeping it around, right? Why not destroy it, get rid of it? If you can't have it, why should anyone else?" "WILL!"

Both men quickly looked at the blonde boy, "That's enough." he spoke, glaring daggers at his companion. "Clearly, you're not thinking right. The you here has probably never once considered losing L'manburg, that was a crazy idea thought up down in Pogtopia." "But I'm right-" "Are you?"

President Soot froze. A part of him idly realizing that these two, their mannerisms and ways of speech, were similar to himself and his brother. Too similar for comfort. But that wasn't possible, no way. This couldn't be his and Tommy's future. It couldn't. "..Are you two really Tommy and I from the future?" he asked. Both nodded. "..What the fuck happened? What's up with the stitches? The white streaks?" he asked. Future Tommy's gaze lowered while Future Wilbur only shrugged, still smiling as he spoke- "Died, big man. Lost all of our lives, we did. Streaks and stitches are a result of revival."

Cold. Shivers. Fear. Shock. All of it. Every ounce. Crashing into him at once. Trailing down his spine. What? Killed and revived? Him? And- and- and Tommy? "How?" he asked, "How did it happen? Who killed Tommy?" he asked, a loud plea in his gaze. He had to know. He had to know who was cruel enough to kill his baby brother. "..I lost my last life at sixteen." Future Tommy answered. "..In less than six years..? Who- Who did it?"

Future Tommy rolled his eyes, "Who took my first two lives, dick'ead?" Soot paused. "Dream.." he muttered, "..Dream killed you? All three times?" Future Tommy nodded, "And had the fuckin' audacity to revive me right after... He revived you too.. Just a few months after."

He froze again. It was so much. Too much to handle all at once. Dream killed his baby brother. Dream had some kind of means of revival. He revived Tommy. He revives Wilbur, as well.. What- What the fuck happens in the future?

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[vneuns]

▸ trying binggrae | sbi ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ

♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): i’ve finished 😩 omfg okay shoutout to @sushisoot for the symbols and proof reading this so it wasn’t a mess, i’m so tired <\3

♺ CW WARNINGS: none just fluff

♡ Philza

Phil would probably look at the little bottle and be so confused

“Y/n what the fuck am I suppose to do with this?”

“Drink it.”

“Tryna poison me?”

“Yes, because a small plastic bottle of milk would be the way to do it.”

Rolling his eyes he’d peel back the foil covering and take a sniff

“What flavor is this?”

“Strawberry.”

Eyeing you carefully he shot it back letting the slightly thick liquid run down his throat

“How do you like it?”

“Pretty good, have any more?”

♡ Wilbur

Out of everyone I feels like he’d be more on the edge than anyone

For no reason whatsoever

“This is really scary.”

“It’s milk in a tiny baby bottle.”

“That’s what makes it scary.”

Taking a tiny tiny baby sip

He pulls back the bottle nodding approvingly

“I like it.”

♡ Techno

“What flavor would you like?”

“Uhh Candy Bar.”

You slid it across the table awaiting his reaction

Peeling back the foil he took a quick sniff

“Smells funny.”

“You smell funny.”

Rolling his eyes he put the container to his lips and took a sip

He pulled it back licking the leftover residue off his top lip

“taste okay, overall 6.5/10”

♡ Tommy

“Y/n?”

“What?”

You walked over to the blonde headed boy in the fridge looking over his shoulder to see what had captured his attention

“What are those?”

He points to the light pink bottles at the top of the fridge

“They’re called Binggrae’s, flavored milk.”

“Can I try one?”

“Knock yourself out dude.”

Without hesitation he pulled one out and took a gulp

Scrunching his nose he placed it on the counter making a funny face

“What flavor is that? It was disgusting.”

“Peach,”

“Who would make peach flavored milk!?”

♡ Ranboo

“Out of all the options you gave me for a milk that is anything but regular I’ll go with vanilla.”

You handed him the container eager to see his reaction.

Opening it just as Techno did he took a sniff of the liquid

“Smells pretty okay.”

You nodded watching as he took a decent sized sip before putting it down

“Mmm, I liked it more than I thought I would.”

♡ Tubbo

“Of course you’d pick some exotic flavor like tangerine.”

Handing him the orange bottle he took it with a smile

“For what’s a life without risk,”

“Okay Romeo drink the damn juice.”

Watching as he brought the container to his lips you watched as he gulped almost the entire bottle in almost a minute

“Like it?”

“No, but it had a nice aftertaste.”

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[jackassbroadcast]

Thcscus aka the writer of passerine just ended a space on twt! I joined a bit late but here are some points i loved i think is worth to share for people that missed that!

one of Tommy's reincarnations described in chapter 7 is theseus!

Techno catching dream by the heel is a reference to Achilles heel!

Ranboo was supposed to be in passerine and was supposed to be in the green army and face off tubbo but Thcscus didnt know how to reference him without being too obvious

Possible continuation of passerine story about passerine! Dream team

Fun fact: the wife of niki's neighbor that took care of her flower shop died because she fought in the blue vally

Phil's wife in passerine is actually supposed to be the Samsung smart fridge and not trixtin

The weird smell that tommy mentioned smelling in the camp before the war in chapter 4 was the sulfur!!

The ending is up to interpretation!! People that thought wilbur came into techno's room in the end to tell him phil is back are as valid as people thinking phil wasnt back until they were all dead

Fun fact! If u go through the lyrics in the chapter titles (that are from "Passerine" by Oh Hellos) you'll see the lyrics in the last chapters comes before the first one to showcase the loop!

Thcscus listened to megalomania, pigstep and trap music while writing the fight scenes

Not a fact about the fic but Thcscus just found out george and sapnap has a ao3 account, she is currently losing it

Also not a fic fact but Thcscus and her friends narrowed it down to 3 ccs that will probably read the fics and those are: Sapnap, Jack manifold and Ranboo

Bee duo enthusiasts expect a fic in about a month!!

Thcscus killed tommy because she couldn't bring herself to kill Wilbur because hes her favorite in sbi

Thcscus has been exposed as a Passerine!dream kin

'Did phil ever think about techno after leaving him in the arctic?' "Yeah ofc he did" EMERALD DUO STAY WINNING

The things techno did with phil in the arctic are the same things he and Wilbur did in the end ( making tea, playing chess, ex.)

"Passerine niki my beloved, you deserved better"

Update: they are singing the filipino anthem and are hating over the filipino government (they are filipino)

Sapnap has been with his lover's corpse at least up until the corpse became bones

Thcscus is currently re writing parts of passerine after learning some aspects of it can be harmful and is going to dm people from the effected communitys right after ending the space to help her with it!!

The person that burries sapnap in the end is Passerine!George !!

Passerine!Purpled is one of the mercenaries passerine!Wilbur hired!

Thcscus's cousin is her inspiration for how she wrote techno's sister

Same cousin was the same one that got Thcscus into the dsmp so yall owe passerine to a 6 y/o

Passerine!Tommy canonically wears crocs

All fanfics are canon in passerine bc of the multiverse, therefore heatwaves is canon in it as well

Expanding upon the last point made: Passerine!Dream, the all powerful god just makes himself be a minecraft youtuber bc hes bored

Thcscus is freaking out and losing her shit live bc sapnap tweeted this on his priv:

Apparently Thcscus is old and drinking water is an old people thing now

Space ended bc Thcscus needs to get some sleep before quackity lore L

#mcyt #dreamsmp #passerine #passerine fic #dsmp

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Y/n is so blindly in love with Rafe Cameron that she doesn't see his flaws, his mistakes and most importantly - that he's an actual criminal. She wants to help him at all cost, but this boy might be the death of her.

Part 2 here

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader

Words count: 2k

Warnings: bad words, mentions of murder, Y/n being a mess, usage of alcohol and drugs (ofc don't do those irl), drug overdose

I'd rate this fanfic as 16+ because it's...uh problematic? I dunno, it's just different than what I've wrote before even in my Rafe fanfics. It's not hardcore, but it's definitely more "hard" than I wanted it to be.

Contains spoilers for OBX season 2, it's supposed to be hapenning in the episode 6, I literally copied some sentences straight from the screen.

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His guardian angel

"I hope you've heard what happened." A voice of a person Y/n knew and despised sounded in the girl's ears.

It was supposed to be a nice day spent on the beach. Y/n was on her way to Rafe's house, he didn't pick up his phone on the previous day's evening. She thought he seemed to be worried lately, so she wanted to take him out to the beach to have a nice time and chill out.

But then there were the Pogues.

Y/n stopped her bike to reply. "I'm kinda busy. What happened?"

"John B got outta jail," JJ couldn't help a smile making its way on his face, "but that's not the best part."

"JJ, leave it, let's go." Pope whispered, but his voice was actually loud enough for Y/n to hear.

"She's gonna find out anyway," JJ continued, "cops finally understood that Rafe is guilty."

Y/n's mouth were ajar, she didn't know what to say. She didn't wanna believe it. The Pogues were just messing with her, weren't they?

"You're not being serious," she scoffed, "I don't have time for your fucking jokes."

Y/n didn't care for anything else they had to say, she started riding away, but still could hear the Pogues' voices behind her.

"You know, when Rafe's finally in jail and you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm all yours." JJ's voice laughed.

Y/n didn't even bother looking in that direction, she simply showed the boy her middle finger.

When Y/n got to the Camerons mansion, she foud out the Pogues weren't messing with her. The house was surrounded with cars of the cops and the SBI.

"This can't be happening." The girl muttered. She almost dropped her bike, but figured it's better to not let the police know she was there.

She drove off as fast as she could. Y/n knew exactly where to go now. If there was a person who knew Rafe Cameron better than he knew himself, it was Y/n Y/l/n. The girl knew that he's going to be at Barry's.

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"So, what are you gonna do now?" Barry asked. Him and Rafe were in his trailer.

"Flee." Rafe replied and paused for a moment. "From the country if possible. Dad will come here soon to tell me what to do."

Rafe was in trouble, big trouble. The SBI were looking for him after finding out he was responsible for Sheriff Peterkin's death. He was scared, but knew his father won't leave it like this, won't let his own son end up in jail. They both wanted to see John B in this place and were willing to do a lot to make it happen.

"You can't even decide for yourself, Country club?"

It was usual - Barry's mocking. He didn't even seem to be a bit surprised when Rafe turned out to be a murderer. Neither surprised nor scared, but there was no reason for Barry to be scared by someone like Rafe. If it was necessary, he could easily defend himself.

Rafe ignored the mocking tone of the comment. "It's important, my everything depends on it, okay? I don't want to go to jail!"

Someone knocked of the trailer's door. Rafe looked in that direction with hope in his eyes, thinking it's his father.

"You wouldn't if you didn't kill anyone," Barry pointed at Rafe his hand in the finger gun gesture, making a clicking noise with his mouth. Then he stood up from the place he was sitting on and walked to the door.

"Is Rafe here? I know he is, so let me in."

Y/n. Her arrival was another piece of this confusing story that Barry expected to happen. Most of people saw how she chased Rafe. Where he was - she appeared a moment later, following him and taking care of him like a guardian angel. Except, Rafe didn't notice exactly why she's acting like this. The girl was madly in love, to the point where others considered it sad.

"Yeah, Juliet, your Romeo is here," Barry theatrically gestured for Y/n to walk inside.

Before doing so, Y/n sent Barry an angry stare. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she didn't like those ironic comments he must've considered funny, while she did not. It wasn't even the right time for joking.

"Rafe! I've heard what happened," Y/n literally ran up to the boy. "I can't believe it."

Rafe was sitting on a sofa, so she crouched in front of him. She rested her hands on both his knees and looked up at him. Rafe swore in his mind she looked like a lost puppy.

However, to Barry this situation seemed comical. "He's going to jail, so you're gonna give him a blowjob, or what?"

Y/n turned her face to Barry. "Shut the fuck up," she snapped but then turned back to Rafe, changing the tone of her voice, "I wanna help you, just tell me what to do."

Rafe grabbed Y/n's wrists and stood up, making the girl stand up as well. He looked into her eyes. "There is nothing you can do, Y/n."

"But you didn't shoot Peterkin, did you?"

The silence after Y/n's question lasted way longer than it should have. The answer was yes. It was one of not many moments when Y/n wasn't near Rafe, so the girl prefered to believe in her beloved one's innocence.

"You didn't do it, tell me you didn't!" Y/n shouted, wriggling her wrists out of the boy's hands. "It was John B who shot Peterkin, not you."

Rafe couldn't nod, couldn't say yes. Y/n was the only person he couldn't lie to. Something about her made it physically impossible for Rafe to lie in her face. He felt sick just thinking about telling a lie to Y/n.

The trailer was silent for too long, even Barry didn't talk. Rafe walked to the kitchen part of the trailer, leaning his head on the wall cupboard. Y/n sat on the sofa, her eyes hanged on Rafe, while Barry sat next to her. He looked amused by the situation.

Out of a sudden, the silence was broken by knocking on the door. Now it must have been Rafe's father.

Ward Cameron and Y/n Y/l/n knew each other well. The families were on good terms. There even was a little 'alliance' between the Camerons and the Y/l/ns on the working field.

"Ward." Y/n mumbled, rather to herself.

"They got me, right?" Rafe asked. "It's on the news, I'm done."

"Not yet," Ward whispered.

"Yeah, listen to your daddy, Rafe," Barry chimed in, "ain't shit over till it's over."

"Can we have a moment, please?"

"Yeah, what was I thinking? It's my house, y'all take as much time as y'all need."

When Barry walked out, Ward looked at Y/n. "I'd ask you to leave too."

"Rafe didn't do anything, he can't go to jail." Y/n said. It sounded as if she was trying to keep herself believing in Rafe's innocence, while she started slowly realizing he's guilty.

"He won't go to jail, I promise you that. But now, please, leave."

Giving one last look to Rafe, Y/n walked out. She did it hesitanly, as if she was forcing herself to do it.

Barry was sitting on the chair next to the opened window of the trailer. Y/n's mind was a mess in that moment, she didn't notice Barry was simply eavesdropping.

The girl sat on the grass, hugging her legs to her chest. In front of her was the truck Ward used to get there, bribing the driver. Y/n zoned out, she started realizing what Rafe did and that he seriously did it. It was the end, they were done. Rafe would go to jail and soon after that get sentenced to death.

When Rafe and Ward walked outside, Y/n wiped tears off of her face and fought the urge to let out some more. She stood up, watching Rafe as he watched his father drive away in the back of the truck.

For a quick moment, Rafe's blue eyes locked with Y/n's (y/e/c) ones, but then the boy moved his gaze to Barry. He knew what Rafe was about to say.

"Don't look at me like that," he declined before Rafe spoke, "I'm not getting involved."

"No, you are getting involved, Barry. Wanna know why?"

Y/n wanted to chime in and say she'll help. If Barry didn't want to help, she could. It was the best way Y/n could make sure that the boy she loved will be safe and stay out of jail.

Rafe continued, not letting Y/n say anything. "Cause you'll do anything for money," he handed Barry a thick wad of cash.

"I'm coming with you." Y/n managed to join the conversation. "It's Barry, I can't let you go alone with him."

Rafe sighed. "You're staying here, it's too risky."

"You don't have a boat. Can't go on one of yours, the police will immediately know."

"Y/n, it's safer if you stay here." Barry said.

The girl gave him a confused look. "And since when the man who sells me coke cares about my safety?" Y/n crossed her arms.

Barry opened his mouth, but Rafe stopped him. "Just stay here, I'll contact you later, yeah?"

"Yeah, be safe," Y/n put her hand on Rafe's shoulder, rubbing him with her thumb.

They looked each other in the eyes, Barry went to the inside of his house. He came out with a backpack Rafe was supposed to take, and when he came out the first thing he saw was Y/n kissing Rafe.

The girl knew Rafe will be gone for weeks, probably even months, so she wasn't going to see him anytime soon. It took all the courage Y/n had inside to make the move, to put her lips on Rafe's. Good thing was, he didn't mind that. He was surprised, but he didn't hesitate to engage in the kiss as well.

"Romeo, say bye to your Juliet and let's go."

Hearing those words, Rafe and Y/n slightly jumped away from each other.

Rafe looked at Barry with an almost upset expression. "Let's get the hell out of here."

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Y/n felt anxious since Rafe left. She didn't quite know what to do with herself. It was the moment she realized that Rafe was a big, maybe too big, part of her life and without him, Y/n wasn't herself.

In the evening, Y/n decided to go to the country club and drink some alcohol. Of course it wouldn't help, but it could make her feel less anxious for a few hours. Y/n needed to numb down her feelings and the coke she snorted earlier didn't help.

The TV was on, but Y/n didn't pay much attention to it. It could have been her being either tipsy, high or delusional, or all of these, but the sounds of her surroundings were drowned out by the noise of the girl's own heartbeat.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" Her friend, Kelce, approached. "I mean, alone?"

"I didn't feel like talking to anybody." Y/n spoke. Or tried to, but being under the influence made it difficult. "Still don't."

Y/n's gaze wandered from the glass in front of her to the TV hanged on a wall behind Kelce.

"Holy shit, you're high as fuck!" The boy laughed, but Y/n didn't even listen to him.

All of Y/n's attention was focused on the TV's news. The girl started sweating when she heard that the police caught Rafe.

"The son of Ward Cameron had been caught by the police while trying to run away." The person on the news informed. "Rafe Cameron, aged 19 years old, is suspected of committing a second degree murder."

When Y/n thought her heart couldn't beat any faster, it actually sped up. The girl's hands began to shake, her legs didn't support the weight of the rest of her body anymore. She was on the floor in the next few seconds. After closing her eyes, Y/n could still hear people around her. They were all in shock, a few people gasped, someone ordered to call 911, the club was covered in pure chaos.

And then it all faded away...

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