JournalKeeperAmbrose
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Tommy nods, looking at the car “It needs a paint job. I’m thinking red.” Tubbo chuckles from under the small car “That’ll definitely get Wilbur’s attention.” Tommy rolls his eyes again “I’m not doing this for attention. I’m doing this to beat him.” Tubbo hums “Right. It’s totally not to prove that you’re equal to stuntman Technoblade, street racing Wilbur, and fucking race car legend Philza.” Tommy sighs “Maybe it is that. A little bit. Like two percent that, and ninety-eight percent because I want to prove that I am superior.” Tubbo chuckles again “Your family is a bunch of adrenaline junkies- your mom is the only sane one.” Tommy scoffs “She just supports the crazy. She’s just as chaotic."
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SBI is a family of adrenaline junkies, Tommy is the youngest with 10 years age difference between himself and Wilbur. I suck at summaries, but this story is mainly about the complexities of family, greif, forgiveness, and finding yourself. I am currently editing and re-uploading chapters since i had a 3 year accidental hiatus and now the vision has shifted a little. My writing has gotten better (in my opinion) so the early chapters are no longer up to my standards.
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- Part 1 of Hit The Gas
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Takes place several days after the Hitting on 16 story.
The brunette relishes in the embrace, careful not to squeeze as tightly as he had earlier. His eyes slip shut, exhaustion getting the better of him as the suppressed feelings break free and tumble clumsily past his lips "I really am sorry.. for everything. I'll be out of your hair soon, I just.. can I pretend you don't hate me, just for a bit longer?" There is a soft sigh from above him, followed by hushed words that border on a coo "I don't hate you, Wilbur."
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Another vigilant AU that nobody asked for.
Tommy is the adopted son of Puffy, but as the police captain of Manberg she’s been busy lately. To fight off the loneliness Tommy leans on his best friends Tubbo and Ranboo who also seem too busy lately.
Then he meets Wilbur.
And everything changes.
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They used to be a family. Right? As much as Wilbur wants to believe it was real, he knows it isn’t true. A fake family crafted only for a mission, and once that mission was completed, the four of them were scattered to the wind. Never to be seen again.
Until Wilbur is at his old safe house in Budapest, suddenly seeing his baby brother again after so many years. Even though his blue eyes have faded to a an almost grey, the fire is still in his veins as they fight to kill each other. Wilbur couldn’t be more proud and disgusted at the same time.
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“It’s called critical thinking, sunshine, ever heard of it?” Wilbur finally closed his notebook with a soft thud. “God forbid we apply more than two seconds of thought to anything. Wouldn’t want to strain you.”
“Don’t call me that — And no, what you do is overthinking. There’s a difference,” Quackity gave him a pointed look. “At least I don’t need a thesaurus and a superiority complex to say it.”
“I don’t use a thesaurus,” Wilbur replied. “I just read.”
Quackity rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. “See, that. You’re so pretentious.”
// Or, alternatively: global warming is real, hearts are everywhere, and Wilbur is very mad about all of it. Mostly at Quackity.
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23 Jul 2026
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“Are you hungry? There's some dinner leftover.” Q asked gently, breaking the silence. He grabbed the doorknob to their bedroom with one hand, pushing the suitcase inside with the other.
“Hm? I'm fine, don't worry about it” Wilbur was relieved the darkness of the night didn't give away the obvious way his eyes shined with the idea of food. His stomach was growling with painful hunger; however, bothering Alex with something so small at this hour felt like an unbearable task, especially after the man had stayed up late waiting for him.
Wilbur walked inside the bedroom as well, unbuckling his belt and throwing his sweater into a nearby chair, before launching himself into the pillows.
“Are you sure? I could reheat you something if you want-”
“Just…lay with me.” Wilbur called him, his arm lazily reaching for his small hand, squeezing it weakly, just to reinforce his wish. “I haven't been sleeping well… not without you.”
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Alex sighed softly, sitting next to him
“Of course, mi amor.”
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Or Wilbur comes back home from tour to be a better dad and husband.
Inspired in Toothpaste kisses by the Maccabees
C! Not CC!
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12 Jul 2026
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What if Wilbur accepted Quackity's invitation to join Las Nevadas as a member of its government, its vice president? What if they pushed past their deep seated past, scars of betrayal and symbols of a relationship that could've been to make the rising nation bigger than either of them had originally thought?
When Wilbur accepts Quackity's invite to join Las Nevadas' government, he doesn't expect for it to take long before Quackity chucks him to the curve, so when it doesn't happen, he finally sees a clean slate for him to become a new man. What neither of them expect, however, is for the country to become plunged into chaos after news of Wilbur's participation gets around.
OR Wilbur joins Las Nevadas and wants to be a new man, it doesn't go how he expected
NOTE. I do NOT condone or support the actions of any CCs within this fic. All characters are purely fictional and this AU is something I've created myself.
THIS IS STILL BEING WORKED ON I PROMISE !
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11 Jul 2026
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Insatiable by ElectriCass39
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP, QSMP | Quackity SMP
30 Jun 2026
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Wilbur and Quackity have been working together as partners in hunting vampires for nearly a decade, with a bond inexplicable to the two of them. Unbeknownst (or perhaps not) to Quackity, Wilbur is a vampire working under their very noses. He's confident and perhaps a bit arrogant in his ability to hide in plain sight, holding the balance between himself and his true nature. But after two gruelling weeks of work finally capturing a notorious culprit, what happens when Wilbur's control over his instincts begins to slip?
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10 Jul 2026
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“How serious are you about ten nights of this?”
Wilbur’s first impulse is to pretend he hasn’t given it much thought, but he’s not a good liar, especially when he’s flustered. “I’m serious,” he says. “I want this.”
“Then you have to tell me what you are and aren’t okay with,” Quackity says, gesturing to the desk chair beside the lectern. Wilbur gives in and takes a seat, opening the book.
“Oh, god.” The further down he reads, the harder it is to maintain any semblance of composure. “This is…a lot of things.”
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A series of shorter-length tntduo smutshots (shorter-length for me, that is). Requests/suggestions are open.
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- Part 2 of silvertongue universe
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09 Jul 2026