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Zoey doesn’t know how long she stands there in the middle of her room, gawking at the notification flashing at her screen.
Well, notifications, plural. They’re back to back on her home screen, right under all her social media notifications of people showering her with likes for today’s breakfast.
Ryu Rumi sent you $250.00
“For lunch! Let me know if you need more xo”Kang Mira sent you $501.00
“lmk if she sent more than 500, I can double it lol”Zoey loudly declares, “What the HELL?”
Or, broke college student Zoey goes viral for her revolting college meals—and rich girls Rumi and Mira find a little pity (among other things) in their hearts for her.
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08 Oct 2025
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George has a chronic illness. He won’t admit it to anyone, not even himself, but he’s always known something was wrong with him.
But he pushes those feelings aside; he makes jokes about how he sleeps constantly, and tries to go vegan over quarantine in order to feel better.
After an impulsively planned trip to the United States during a pandemic, George begins to fall apart in front of all his friends, and maybe someone more.
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But he had been a child. A wide-eyed kid with no other perception of the world. Maybe it had been better that way. Maybe it hadn't. Tommy didn't know. Maybe he never would.
It hadn't been perfect– damn far from it– but it had been home. And, despite how that definition has morphed over the years, it'll remain the first thing that comes to mind.
But maybe– just maybe– time will change that
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Or, Tommy's home life was far from good, but Wilbur was determined to be there for him through the ups and downs of healing
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13 Mar 2024
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heart beats fast; colours and promises by jesterjac for the_ballad_of_big_al, Cypherr, lightning_anon, smallbur (sollicitus), Cyber_Spaze
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
29 Mar 2025
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"You can open your eyes now, lovebug," Wilbur declared, planting a quick kiss on Tommy's forehead.
"Mm, no," the little whined playfully.
"No?" Wilbur feigned shock.
"'M s'eepy."
"Time for bed?"
Tommy just hummed, letting his arms find their way around his dada's neck and his chin to his shoulder. When he knew Wilbur couldn't see, he opened his eyes, just for the heck of it. He grinned at his silly antics.
"What's so funny, mister?" Wilbur asked, tone alight with his own smile as he rubbed the little's back, "I can feel you grinning back there."
Tommy giggled, tucking his thumb into his mouth on instinct. "Nuffin'."
In which Tommy finally decides to leave his abusive family and goes to stay with his pseudo-brother, Wilbur. Amidst the chaos of his life, Tommy finds calm, and slowly, he learns how he can heal from his past.
now with an original soundtrack scored by me, the author, available on all streaming services!
check the first top notes or the final end notes to learn more :)Author's Note: Fuck Wilbur Soot.
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- Part 1 of jesterjac's agere fics!
- Part 1 of jesterjac’s fics!
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13 Mar 2024
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One summer day, he sees Voldemort on his neighbor's roof. And it all came crashing down.
Armed with a stabbed diary that oddly brings him comfort and a ring that feels important, Harry is ill-equipped for the summer ahead.
On his neighbour’s roof, staring directly at him, was Voldemort.
It would be comical if it wasn’t for the struggling muggle teen in his grasp.
Mockingly, Voldemort held up a scrap of parchment. ‘Surrender yourself, or the muggle perishes.’
Harry ducked away from the glass and got his writing supplies out. He held the parchment to the wall as he wrote, with a quill this time.
‘I don’t negotiate with terrorists. I’m going back to bed.’
He wiggled it into the corner and left the sight of the window. There was a strangled scream he tried to block out. In bed, he piled his blanket over his ears. Bottom of the line, he needed sleep.
And who was he to intervene? Every damned time he did, the person ended up dead or injured. Cedric, Sirius, and countless other friends had suffered under his supervision.
Harry was done playing saviour.
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26 Jan 2024