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#tommyinnit angst
cattoonxd · 2 years
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whimsical
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puck-draws · 5 months
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Sad tommyinnit 😨😨😨😨 from me😨😨😨 who would’ve thought
(Wrote that shit myself #cringebutfree)
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lian-nt · 1 year
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I love the interaction of crime and bedrock duo so much in this fanfic 😩💕
Your Honor, I will love them forever.
@tuesday-teyz
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ccerealbowl · 2 years
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“What if Tommy finally got his apology?”
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greyyson-but-no · 1 year
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don't listen to them | tommyinnit
genre | fluff, slight angst
warnings | insecurities, a crying tommy, kissing and two 'i love you's, lowercase on purpose, unedited
pairing | tommyinnit x reader (you)
word count | 744 words
a/n | could this count as a blurb? shorter than usual but it was something quick i wrote yesterday and i just wanted to get it out as soon as possible. please continue sending in requests even though i'm shit at actually writing them, i promise i will get around to them asap [this is in no disrespect to molly in any way whatsoever]
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sometimes, it could get too much. you knew that tommy had had bullying issues when he was in secondary and that led him to be a little self-conscious when the youtube/twitch career became huge but for the most part, he had handled it well. and anything that he hadn't, he had told you about and the two of you had gone through it together and had been fine.
it wasn't unusual for you to pop over uninvited, since you had the spare key to his flat and were seemingly more comfortable in his house that his own. what was unusual was that when you stepped inside and closed the door, you weren't greeted by a hyper tommy excited to see you. instead, silence.
"tom?" you called, waiting a few seconds, expecting him to come bounding around the corner, but greeted by nothing.
with furrowed eyebrows, you left the hall and went into his office, because maybe he was streaming? you always checked twitch before leaving and he hadn't been streaming, but he always could have started while you were on your way.
the lights were off. there were the string lights around the edge of the ceiling that were glittering softly but other than that the room was soaked in complete darkness. if he wasn't here, then you didn't know where he was. where he could have been. he wouldn't have been sleeping; it was four in the afternoon.
but there was a figure on the sofa. pushed up against the wall and curled into a small melancholy ball against the cushions. his eyes were closed, but he didn't have that sleeping look on his face that was the cutest thing ever. instead his eyebrows were furrowed, like he was frustrated from something. you wanted nothing more than to help him, whatever this was and whatever this meant. you hated seeing him like this.
"tommy? it's me.." you murmured, kneeling down against the side of the sofa and watching as he shook his head. "lovely, what's up?"
a small incoherent mumble came from him, but it wasn't an answer, nor the one you were looking for. ever so carefully, you grabbed his shoulders as turned him over so that he was facing you, hands moving up to his hair and combing through it softly, knowing it would comfort him somewhat.
"what are you..." you asked, trailing off when you saw the red in his eyes. your heart ached at the sight of him, you'd never seen him so broken and yet here he was.
"hi." he let out a half laugh, half sob and it broke your heart.
swallowing, you rubbed a hand against his cheek, pulling him up into a hug, arms around his neck, pulled as close as possible. you never wanted to let him go, you never wanted to see him like this again. you wanted to rid the world of every single possible problem that could possibly bother him. "god, tommy, what happened? y-" but you couldn't finish your sentence.
he shrugged. "i think i took a few comments too seriously, that's all."
"tom, we've spoken about this." you told him, still keeping your eyes soft as your hand still rested on his cheek, his palms wrapped around each arm, as if he was latched on for life. "you can't be looking at comments for too long."
"eh, i know, it was just too tempting." he explained, breaking eye contact and looking downwards instead. "you know what i'm like."
pulling his forehead down, you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and leant yours against his, smiling down at him. "you know none of them are right, yeah? you're brilliant, cute and fucking hilarious tommy, nothing they say against you is true."
"yeah, i know." he nodded, swallowing thickly. "just sometimes gets too much."
"that's fine. it's fine if you sometimes need to take a step back, just please, never let yourself get like this alone. message me, or give me a ring, please anything, i hate seeing you like this." you told him, telling the truth one hundred percent and watching as he smiled at you and nodded.
"i love you."
"love you too, honey." you softly kissed him. "wanna play something? what about the sims?"
tommy nodded, now grinning, the redness in his eyes slowly disappearing. "yeah! come on!" and he grabbed your hand pulling you up and surely to his office. everything would be okay. you couldn't help but smile at the returning grin on his lips.
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artza3w · 7 months
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Tehe :3
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julibeeline · 2 years
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HEATHER. [TOMMYINNIT]
“watch as he stands with her holding your hand, put your arm 'round her shoulder, now im getting colder..”
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I still remember third of December,
Me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you.
“are you sure youre not cold? its freezing.” you ask. you clutched tightly onto his sweater as he shrugged. “im fine y/n. you look cute.” he smiles, staring at your figure. 
Only if you knew how much I liked you,
no matter how cold it was, the warm feeling in your cheeks didnt go away. you tore your eyes from his and looked down at your shoes. “you okay?” he asks.  im madly in love with you.
But I watch your eyes as she walks by,
sat in a cozy coffee shop, tommy’s words got quiet. when you trailed his eyes over your shoulder, you saw her. laughing with her friends with the prettiest smile youve ever seen. the prettiest smile tommy has ever seen.
What a sight for sore eyes,
Brighter than the blue sky
“hold on for a second y/n, im gonna go do something real quick.” he gets up from his seat and walks towards hers. you forcefully rip your head away from the scene. “excuse me, youre really pretty — could i have your number?” you overhear.
She's got you mesmerized, while I die.
you take off his sweater and swallow down the tears. the sick feeling in the back of your throat makes itself known. you leave the sweater behind on the table and walk out. the cold breeze hits your face once again as you shiver in the missing warmth.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
his lips crashed into yours. he gently holds your cheek pressing in deeper. “asshole.” you whisper to yourself walking down the streets. you finally let the tears slip.
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather.
the next time you see him, hes with her. the falling snow clouds parts of your vision as you barely make out his figure. shes wearing his sweater. your sweater.
Watch as he stands with her, holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder.
the light turns green. you stand still frozen as they get closer to you. his arm is tightly wrapped around her shoulder to protect her from the traffic. “tom, im not a baby, i can cross the road by myself.” you smile. “i know love, but just in case.”
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she walks by,
“shes like the sweetest person ever, and-” he gushes through the phone. you reach to mute your mic as you break down into ragged breaths. you let out trembling sobs into your damp sleeves but he goes on without notice. “shes so amazing. and one time she- y/n? are you there?” you leave the call. 
What a sight for sore eyes,
Brighter than the blue sky,
She's got you mesmerized while I die.
6 missed calls and 18 unread messages. you toss your phone away from you.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
“will, do you know why y/n’s been avoiding me? like all of a sudden-” tommy spits out in a rush. “no clue man, sorry.” wilbur cuts him off. “are you sure? im worried, will. ever since i started dating-”
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better.
you go through every sappy note he’s given you, ripping them apart. ‘you looked really pretty today.’ ‘are you free tomorrow?’ ‘wilbur thinks we’re perfect for each other.’ you stop reading when a small ‘ding!’ is heard. your phone lights up with a text. 
Wilbur :)
it’ll get better, i promise.
I wish I were Heather.
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m00nagedreamin · 6 months
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tomorrow, i make tommyinnit suffer
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sexsellz · 2 years
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Hi! I really liked your TommyInnit x reader's. So I was wondering if you could possibly do one where the reader likes Tommy and while their streaming they get a Dono or something asking them how they feel about Tommy going on a date with a girl from college and they just kinda slowly break down on stream? Fluff at the end but lots of angst as well? If not, I completely understand <3
⤻ 𝐡𝒆𝒂𝐭𝐡𝒆𝐫 ¹, tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚
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🌬- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
PART TWO. When Tommy invites, you, his dearest friend to be the newest guest on his Twitch channel, things are ruined by a confusing donation.
💍- 𓄹 W͢ORDCOUNT:
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❄️- 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):
tommy x reader
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Tommy had been ecstatic, finally having the pleasure of introducing you to his chat, as well as letting you get well acquainted with his closest friends. You both were on holiday for Christmas break, giving the two of you ample time to both get in good content for Tommy’s YouTube channel as well as getting you used to being on camera. Tommy knew you were a little shy to being paraded around being filmed, but as his best friend you were determined to become enveloped in his passion.
So, that lead to Tommy teaching you everything there is to know about being the high quality streamer he is, making sure you were comfortable before making your greatly awaited appearance. And on a snowy December evening, you sat eager by Tommy’s side, as he booted up his PC, making final adjustments to his OBS profile. Of course, you were nervous to be introducing yourself to a viewing range nearing 100k, but with the boy’s words of comfort, you knew you’d be okay.
“Are you a hundred percent sure you’re ready, because if not..” His voice trailed off. You offered your convincing response, taking his hand in yours. “I’m sure.” And to your surprise, his hand stayed in yours; rubbing your palm with his forefinger and thumb, ensuring your stability. And in 3 .. 2 .. 1! HIs stream had commenced. With the title:
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The able sisters played in the background while viewers pooled in by the thousands, excited to see what antics Tommy would be up to on said oc casion. After a minute or two of reading chat, he unmuted. “What is UP chat! I’ve got some big news, as well as a very special guest!” With the fore mention of said guest, his chat filled with guesses of who said person will be. Was it Tubbo, or Willbur? Maybe even Quackity or George! Needless to say, everyone was hyped.
Tommy was just as excited, even more so because while his chat was expecting a returning guest - he had someone brand new to show off. And show off, he did. From the second he turned on his camera to reveal you, he was jumping around, yelling and playing around with you. “Chat! Thisssss is my bestest friend in the whole entire world, Y/n!”
And needless to say they were more than happy to welcome you to their shared community with open and loving arms. Things in the likeness filled the replies in his chat.
“OHMYGOD I’m making a stan acc this is so wholesome fhjebfr!”
One user replied, with another coming in asking:
“Tommy why are they sm cooler than you are this is they’re acc now.”
While you had barely said anything to Tommy or his chat, your bubbly personality had come through ten fold while joking about. And while you continued playing into Tommy’s arrogant online persona, some donations came in asking if the two of you were more than friends, which of course made you question the integrity of the donators, but ultimately didn’t bother you. You knew your crush on Tommy hadn’t full developed enough to cause you to be jealous, but what did bother you was one specific donation that spoke of a girl from his school.
Gnftwt gifted 10 subs! “Tommy, how does Y/n feel about the date you went on with Heather? :D have a good stream big man”
Your facial expression immediately changed, as well as Tommy’s initial behavior. He sat back down in the chair to read the set of text again, before replying: “Heather, the one from college? Well…” His face blushed, indicating he had remembered the encounter, and from the look on his face you could tell it was an event he was certainly fond of. A pit of despair sunk in your chest, as you felt your cheeks flush from embarrassment. You playfully nudged his arm, trying to quell the lump that’d formed in your throat.
“Ay, you never told me you had a crush, Tommo.” Your eyes burnt like fire as a salty liquid welled in your tear ducts. You avoided his eye contact, instead opting for reading more comments that appeared on his monitor.
“Heather is SO pretty’ “How did you ever manage to bag someone like that???”
A girl, huh. Someone chat seemed to find favor over you, all of a sudden. Tommy almost immediately caught sight of the tears pooling down your face, as you desperately batted them away from your eyelashes. Tears trickled down your nose, to your trembling lips, and he ultimately didn’t know what to do. So, he improvised.
“Hey hey, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” He placed the palm of his hand on your knee. You wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your lavender sweater, standing up from your seated position. “N-nothing, I’m fine. Just a little overwhelmed.” No matter what sultry words had came from his mouth seemed to help at this point, as your crying had turned into hyperventilating. You played it off as a sudden unexpected panic attack.
Tommy quickly turned off his camera and muted his mic, opting to fill his stream view with a title that read “BRB”. Seeing the state of you, as you stumbled across the room trying to find your phone, as well as your shoes. “Y/n what’s the matter with you? C’mon now you’re scaring me.” You continued your search for your things. “Nothing nothing, I just need to go home, like now.” Out his bedroom door you went.
He followed you out the door and down the stairs, standing in front of his front door before you’d gotten the chance to leave. His next few words were stern. “You can’t leave! It’s snowing outside, you won’t make the walk home.” You took a step towards the door but his demeanor didn’t change. “Look, I’m sorry if the stream was too much. I should’ve known it was too much for you right now, I’m sorry. So just come back upstairs and we can talk about whatever is bothering you.”
He held out his hand, and stepped away from the door, hoping you’d calm down and accept his offer. However, you didn’t. With a final confusing farewell, you stated. “No, why don’t you invite Heather over, I’m sure everyone would love to see her more than me. Especially you.” And with that, you were out the door into the snow, leaving Tommy on his doorstep.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!
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bakedtoast · 11 months
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it's gonna be okay.
✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。
[ art made by spf-1 on webtoon ]
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cricketblabbers · 8 months
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More fanfic help pls!
Tommy is a forgotten God and he slowly gets his friends into praying to him, giving him more power. Not enough to be strong but basically rejuvenating him. They don't know the God is him, and he tells them stories about the forgotten God and how he prays to them often or whatever and they slowly start to pray or ask for things or just talk to him. He's very happy to give them what they ask of him and answer whatever prayers he can. Eventually it's revealed the god is him and they continue praying to him but it's more in the know. I have t been able to find it for a while and I want to read it again please help :)
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cattoonxd · 2 years
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my screenshot redraw from las nevadas finale!! it kills me how c!quackity sees c!tommy as the pinnacle of being human
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puck-draws · 5 months
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Do we care abt bedrock bros anymore?.??? Well I do tbh 🤔 anyways toxic brothers they love they hate it’s catastrophic
(Also yes this art is mine my nickname is Callie dw 😚)
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lian-nt · 1 year
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Sketch inspired by "Anastasia" and the song "Once Upon a December". LONG LONG IN HEAD CROSSOVER WITH THIS SONG(this idea stays in my head for a long time😭💕)
@tuesday-teyz
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katyon2020 · 11 months
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‼️‼️TW: Stalking, non-consensual touching (non-sexual), implied PTSD, implied past abuse, general fucked up creepiness ‼️‼️
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Sweet Dreams :)
Well RIP my hands.....
(I'm typing with my toes)
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greyyson-but-no · 1 year
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saviour angel | c!tommyinnit
genre | big angst
pairing | c!tommyinnit x etheral!reader
warnings | massive suicide tw, height, angel-like character, mentions of loniless, basically just exiled!tommy era in his prime, shouting, mentions of limbo
word count | 1.5K
a/n | an oc i've had for a while on the dsmp, this is their one and only scene so i had to write it. hope you enjoy
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you had been watching from above the whole time. watching as he and dream spoke, how dream had ruined him and then watched as he left. when he left the young boy on his own, indefinitely lonely until it all got too much. there was no room for opinions where you hailed from, but you couldn't help when the pure love for this boy leaked through, ruining your supposedly neutral grounds.
furthermore, you watched as the young boy gathered all the materials he could. took them from his chests, dug and mined some more, until he was sure it wad enough for the job. enough to make the irreparable damage stick. there was a hole of conflict hidden in his eyes as he did so, and whatever was inside of you ached for him.
he had no one left. there was no one to save him now and he knew that more than anything else. he knew that if he did this now, if he went through with his plan and left forever, no one would care. no one would be able to stop him and no one could even try to convince him not to. the young boy was even sure some would even cheer at the news that he was gone. he wouldn't have put it past them.
oh, but he didn't know about you. the boy had no clue that you had always looked down at him, always held a little more love for him than you did for the rest of them. you didn't know why. you were simply drawn to him, an unwavering opinion even when people proved he wasn't a good person. he tried. that was the most important thing.
when he started building up, you slowly made your way to the overworld. it wasn't often you went there, but this just couldn't be a vision. he had to see you for what you were and that was the only way you could convince him.
the boy started building at the edge of a forest, a while away from his camp and miles and miles away from the rest of them. that was the life of the exiled, and you were going to make sure it wouldn't end here. it wouldn't end by him jumping off a pillar, taking his last canon life and letting it all go to hell. he had a right to try and fight back, and there wasn't much harm to it all if he needed a little push for that. that's all it was. a little push to fight back.
when he ran out of blocks, high enough that he could barely see ground, you flew up to him. coming from afar and in the direction, so as not to scare him. the last thing you wanted was to scare him enough that he fell to death. though, that would probably grant you a good enough reason to resurrect him. he only would have been in his limbo for a few days, and then he'd be back. unlike the other one you refused to resurrect.
"tommy." your voice was faint. at first he wasn't sure you were even there but then he looked away from the distance ground, the place he was insistent on being his cause of death, and there you were.
dressed in white, red eyes glinting at him, brighter than the fires of hell but full of an emotional that wouldn't be found in the depths of any limbo or nether. you were an angel flying towards him, and somehow he knew you were his saviour. he didn't know how he knew but somehow you would be the thing to save him.
"wh-" he cleared his throat. "what are you?"
if he spread the message that there angels looking over them all, you would be in trouble, so you just shook your head. "don't do this, tommy."
"how are you here? how are you flying?" his hands shuffled at his sides, confusion in his furrowed brows as you looked at him with a small smile. "god, i must be hallucinating. am i really that out of it?"
you shook your head, softly calming him with a smile. "tommy, you aren't hallucinating. i've simply come to stop you from doing something stupid. which i can see you're already halfway doing."
tommy's eyes went ice cold, hardened and closed off, fists clenching at his sides as he looked away from the burning red of your own eyes. "there's nothing, no one left for me here anymore. i have no reason to stay here if I'm going to be exiled for the rest of my life."
"but if you end it all, you can never see your friends again."
"what friends?" he asked, slowly becoming unstable as he looked up at you again. you were expecting anger inside his eyes but you should have known better. tommy doesn't get angry often, and so instead there was just a pit of sadness, of loneliness that he didn't know how to fix. "tubbo betrayed me! he hated me now! and wilbur is dead! he's never coming back and there is nothing i can ever do about that!"
your eyebrows furrowed again, tilting your head slightly at him and slowly moving forward. "tubbo doesn't hate you, how could he ever hate you? you're his best friend."
"oh yeah and how do you know that? have you been watching over him as well?" he asked, not expecting your answer.
so you laughed a little, nodding your head. "yes. i watch over everyone here. i can't disclose what everyone does but just know that i always have and always will watch over and care for all of them."
"even dream?"
"it's my job."
"am i no one special then?" he asked, shoulders slouched in misery, eyes at he floor and dangerously glancing off the edge of the tower every now and again.
you shook your head, gliding even closer and hovering against the slide breeze. you could see that tommy was shivering a little in the wind, but could do nothing to help it. all you could do was get him down with two feet on the ground. "you're more special than you think, tommy. it was you that starting this choas, you're the one that started this story and you have the power to end it whether you believe it or not. i wouldn't stop anyone from killing themselves, from dying in general. i didn't stop phil from taking away wilbur's last life which means that you must be special. you have the power to take back this life that was ripped from you."
"i don't have the power. look at me. fucking look at me."
"there is potential. with the right people and the right resources, tommy, you could own everything. it's not impossible, you just need a push."
"you sound like wilbur."
you blinked, chuckling slightly and looking down at the ground for a second. "i have been told that the people i look over and tend to in their limbo start to rub off on me. this wouldn't be the first time."
"tend to in limbo?" he asked, now furrowing his own eyebrows as a million questions ran through his mind. "have you spoken to wilbur? actual wilbur?"
swallowing, you nodded. "part of my job is to care for those in the afterlife, including wilbur."
"h-" he cleared his throat. "how is he?"
"managing. that is as much as i can give."
"is he going to come back?"
you shrugged again, genuniely not knowing the answer, and not being able to give even an educated one. "maybe, but it depends. again, its not impossible. there are just a few things that needs to happen before. that is not me saying that it will."
tommy nodded, swallowing thickly and looking down at the ground again, mumbling something under his breath. "you really think i can do it?"
"of course."
there were a few moments of silence. you were wavering slightly against the breeze as tommy thickly breathed in and out. there was conflict in his eyes, but you knew he was weighing up the pros and cons, and you could see immediately when he had made his decision.
he looked up at you. "help me get down from here."
you smiled ad nodded, lifting a hand up and not even looking as the ground opened up slightly beneath you and filled with water. tommy looked down, partly fearful, partly in awe. "just jump. jump and you're safe."
"thank you." and he did. gracefully falling from the pillar that he had made and splashing down into the water below him. you followed him, gliding down to the ground and meeting him down there.
over the next few days you helped him. each morning he would find some more clothes on his bed, better armour in his chests and more materials to get himself back together. slowly you convinced others to help him and he was okay. tommy didn't kill himself and he would have a comeback. he decided he didn't want to rule everything, or own it, but at least he had a reason to live now. he didn't have a reason to end it all.
and now you had to get wilbur back to him. that was next on the list.
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