#cc!tommyinnit x reader

[lillylvjy]

Only you.

a/n// well hello! long time since I’ve written and I kinda just mustered this up last night and called it a day. I hope you enjoy it even if it might be a bit shit. Also yes this is part of my Dr collective fics!

warnings// kissing, reader falls and hits their head, mentions of Tommy overworking himself, Tom and reader being children, pretty much pure fluff. If I missed anything please tell me.

cc!tommy x reader

wc: 1.2k

“You chose the wrong person to fuck with, love.” Tom said as he spun the saber in his hand.

Tom had been super busy lately. Not getting enough sleep, barely eating anything unless he had too, and always staring at his phone or computer screen, aggressively typing. He was streaming when he could, not taking breaks when he needed them, wanting to give his fans content. And you loved how much he loved all of them and how much he cared about his career, but you also cared about your boyfriend and his well-being. So when you finally got the chance to steal him away and convince him to take a break, you had came up with the best idea.

You had challenged the great Tommyinnit, or your boyfriend, to a lightsaber fight. He always spoke so highly of himself and his ability to beat anyone in a fight if he had too, which you and all of your friends knew was bullshit. But you wanted to challenge him into a different fight. One you knew he’d absolutely have a blast having with you.

“Oh did I now? What if I end up beating you, darling?” You asked Tom with a smirk as you start to circle around the living room, had moved everything out of the way for this specific event.

Tom scoffed as he started to move with you, bringing the lightsaber to a halt in his hands as he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart. I can assure you you won’t.” Tom raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled.

“We’ll see pretty boy. You don’t know the tricks I have up my sleeve.” You halted in place as you turned the lightsaber in your hand on, the toy making a loud striking sound as it slowly turned green.

Tom quickly turned his on, it making the same noise but turning blue. “Oh you’re on!” Tom challenged as he got in a stance, placing his saber out in front of him.

You quickly shortened the distance between the two of you as you swung the lightsaber to your left, quickly trying to hit toms exposed side but was quickly denied by his saber clashing into yours.

“You think you’re slick, huh?!” Tom exclaimed as pushed your saber back and quickly pushed his towards your side, barely skimming your stomach as your turned away from it.

“Actually-“ you smirked up at him as you leaned in closer to him, face close enough to feel his breathe against your cheek as you whispered in his ear. “I don’t think I’m slick. I just think I’m a good distraction.” You smiled up at him as he quickly scrambled back away from you, shaking his head.

“No, no. No, that won’t work on me.” Tom said with a determined voice, almost like he was talking to himself.

“Looks like it almost did.” You said, pointing out the blush that took over his face, laughing at how he quickly tried to change the subject by swinging the lightsaber around once again.

“Oh you’ll pay for this!”

“Will I now?!” You said with a playful smile as Tom quickly swung the saber to his right and clashed with yours. As Tom continued to strike anytime he could, you quickly realized how off balance you were from the continuous strikes. Once Tom let a blow to your left side, nearly getting you, you tripped over your feet and onto the floor, quickly laughing at the sudden events.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?! What hurts? Do I need to call an ambulance? Can you see me? Love I need you to an-“

“Tom! Tom. As much as I love to hear you talk, you need to calm down and talk slowly.” You cupped his cheek as you looked at his beautiful blue eyes.

Laughing lightly, he nodded and took a deep breathe, trying to calm down from the fight and from the heart attack he nearly had when you fell. “Are you ok? Anything hurt at all?”

Shaking your head lightly, you winced as you started to feel a slight throb in your head as you slowly sat up, Tom grabbing your waist quickly to help you. “Yeah I’m good besides hitting my head to hard on the ground. I’m like you now!”

“Oh fuck off!” Tom laughed out as he slowly helped you up to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. “May I add I haven’t gotten a concussion in a long time, one. Two, I didn’t look as graceful as you did when you fell.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and slap his chest. “I’m just too cool to look bad, Simons.” You smiled up at him as you leaned closer, touching the tip of his nose with yours.

“Eh, are you though?” Tom joked back as he connected his forehead with yours.

“Shut up and kiss me, yeah?” You told Tom as he quickly nodded and gently pressed his lips against yours, softly pressing closer to you as he placed his hands to cup your face. Placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed his sweater and leaned up into the kiss and deepened it.

“What the hell did we just watch?!” You and Tom both jumped away from each other as you snapped your bodies towards the mystery voice.

“Seriously Wil?! You had to ruin the moment?” You looked behind the tall man to see your brother, Aiden, standing beside him, hitting his shoulder, giving him a unsatisfied look.

“How the hell did you two get in here? Also when did you get in here?!” You questioned the couple across the room as Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck out of embarrassment, making a small groaning noise as Wilbur continued.

“You do remember that Aiden used to live here too?”

“Technically I still do but-“

“We also got here right when you guys started your little sword fight thingy-“

“Lightsaber!” You and Tom both yelled at Wil for disrespecting the name of the light up kid toys you were using earlier.

“Yeah Wil, lightsabers.” Aiden mocked as he started walking to his room as Wil followed him like a lost puppy, groaning about how it was “technically the same thing sense they weren’t real.”

As you sighed, you turned your body back to Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom pulled you closer to him as he peppered soft kisses on your neck.

“So? Who won?” You asked the blonde in curiosity while thinking back to where you left off.

“…… I don’t think anyone did.” Tom said as he leaned back up from your neck to his full height.

With a smirk on your face, you went over to one of the sabers lying on the floor. As you picked it up, you turned the toy on, smirking as it turned blue this time.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, toms?” You asked your boyfriend as your turned around, spinning the lightsaber around in your hand.

“I think I am. Round 2? First one down is the loser?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“You’re going down, sweetheart.”

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

taglist: @mysticalsoot @canonically-a-genloser (if I forgot anyone/if you want to be added, feel to message me or send an ask!)

#lilly writes #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommy x reader #tom simons #cc!tommy #tommy x you #there’s like no tags for Tom wtf-

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 1) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: I hate this title. also, oh my god it’s my first ever series!!! A personal thank you to @one-reverie for easing my thoughts about making a series for the first time. Anyways, enjoy this short first chapter.

Summary: An internet interaction with a streamer leads you to a new friend.

Pairing(s): CC!TommyInnit x actor!reader, CC!TommyInnit x gender neutral!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): None.

Italics: tweets or text messages

my masterlist :))

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Your phone had been blowing up with notifications lately and the reason for it was quite unusualper se. It all started when a famous streamer, TommyInnit, mentioned you in one of his streams, how he thought your latest action movie was fucking awesome—his words, not yours—and how you were also awesome and gorgeous. His fans had been tagging you in various posts of clips from that moment in his stream on Instagram and Twitter. You thought it was sweet and was flattered by all the positive things they had say about you. You never replied or respond to any of it but you were very much aware. Until one day when you did.

It was in the middle of a two week break from filming. You were on YouTube trying to find something to watch while eating lunch when you came across one of his vlogs. The title ‘I Spent The Week Ruining Amsterdam’ intrigued you, therefore you clicked it. Just from the first few minutes you were already smiling, laughing and gasping at their antics. It made you want to rang a few of your friends, book a flight, and go on a boat ride in the Amsterdam canals. Needless to say, it was an entertaining 17 minutes and 22 seconds of your life.

The idea of you tweeting the video came not long after the video ended. You were washing the dishes when it just popped in your mind, a lightbulb turning on after being tinkered for awhile. You didn’t see the harm in it. A simple shoutout to this funny chaotic young man wouldn’t hurt. Hell, both of your fans would probably be ecstatic by it. With a made up mind, you hurriedly dry your plate and hands, went back to the living room where your phone resides and opened Twitter.

next holiday plans: travel to Amsterdam, rent a boat and travel the canal with some of my closest friends. thanks for the idea and the laughs @tommyinnit

It was only a few minutes later after you tweeted that when you got a text from your publicist. She revealed that you’re already trending for the tweet that you sent and went on to continue about how this would be good for your social and internet image. Although, it’s her job to think like that—and you were very grateful to have someone like Anne be your publicist—you really weren’t all that interested in it and instead asked if the person you tagged had reply to you.

He did. See for yourself.

And of course you did. You opened Twitter, checked your notifications—which was a lot—and there it was. You tapped the screen and it direct you to his tweet that of course made you laugh.

always a pleasure to help someone in need. i’m here if you need me *wink*

You typed back a reply, something simple but you hoped it was funny. It took you a few try to get the right response—being witty and funny doesn’t come easy for you.

I’ll keep that in mind. Also, you know I’m way older than you right?

Later that day, Tommy received multiple texts from his friend, his big brother you could say. Each text was either all capital letters or followed with extreme usage of exclamation mark. Tommy, with his scheming self, decided to gloat about his interaction with you and how you followed him on Twitter now.

#simp #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!wilbur #cc!tommy

[sapphyrebur]

can i ask you a question..?

wilbur soot x reader

have you ever had someone kiss you in a crowded room?

Nights like these had become a common occurrence within your friend group. Both James and Lovejoy had been reaching incredible amounts of success and with their achievements came the inevitable celebrations. 

It was fun, it really was, and you were so incredibly proud of the boys for coming this far but sometimes your friends could be a little too much for you.

 James had agreed to host the party at his flat this time (a decision he would undoubtedly regret in the morning ) and the guests had wasted no time in making themselves comfortable. The living room furniture had been pushed aside to resemble somewhat of a dance floor and a deafening range of music echoed through the room. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice the lack of aesthetic to the evening.

Amidst the crowd you could see Tommy throwing himself around to the music, he was a very energetic drunk which is scary considering how hyperactive he can be when sober. Niki stood next to him amusedly, attempting to keep up with his dancing through her laughter.

Slipping away from the crowd, you backed yourself into the corner of the room, letting a smile grace your lips as you watched your friends enjoy their time together. You often found yourself doing this during parties, when everything got too overwhelming you would slip away from it all, content to just watch the happiness that your friends had created for each other. And everytime, just like clockwork, you would be found by a certain tall singer.

“God, who thought it was a good idea to give that child alcohol?” he joked as he situated himself next to you.

“Leave him, he’s having fun!” you chuckled back, the both of you watching as Tom spun himself around, a bright smile present on his face.

“Yeah you're right,” he smiled fondly. “ the question is, why aren't you having fun?” he asked, turning so he was facing you. You mirrored his actions before replying:

“I am, I'm having fun! I just, it’s all a bit..”

“Too much?” he finished. 

“Yeah ” You whispered softly. You felt bad admitting it to him, you were to celebrate his band after all. 

Wilbur had once admitted to you that he felt undeserving of everything he had gained, that he felt as if he had to constantly be improving and one upping himself to prove that he deserved it all, to prove that he belonged. He’s a stubborn man and despite all your efforts to refute these feelings you knew they stayed buried in the back of his mind.

The silence remained peacefully between the two of you, eyes wandering across the apartment as bodies stayed facing each other.

Unbeknownst to you, brown eyes were trained onto your profile, delicately admiring its features. 

“You look really pretty, I've been meaning to tell you that for a while.” Wilbur admitted through a whisper.

“Mmmh, I think youre drunk Will.” you hummed, refusing to meet his eyes. Clearly that wasn't a good move as he tugged on your hand, urging you to look at him. 

“Hey, look at me,” he breathed out, pulling you closer “I’m definitely not drunk, I haven't had anything all night. I promise.”  The reassurance painted a deep crimson across your face.

“You meant it?” You questioned unsurely. Large calloused hands worked their way over your own, gliding lightly across your arms and up to your face, capturing both sides in between his palms.

“I meant it, you're beautiful.” he smiled tenderly, watching as you returned the action. The flush on your cheeks darkened and you ducked your head, trying to tame the flutter in your stomach. Wilbur laughed softly from above you as he moved a hand under your chin directing your vision back to him 

“Come on, don't go all shy on me now!” he taunted.

“Literally shut up, Wilbur” you laughed, pushing lightly on his chest.

“Yeah? Make me” He challenged, and you accepted. 

Hands grasped tightly on the collar of a silk white shirt, tugging lightly as scarlet lips met each other. 

As soon as it started, it was over. You swiftly pulled away, immediately regretting your actions. You looked up at Wilbur with wide eyes, terrified that you had accidentally crossed a line.

“Will, I’m so sorry, I should have asked, I-” Your profuse apology was cut short as warm lips crashed onto yours, familiar hands cupping your face. This time both of you allowed yourself to indulge into the affection, your hands trailing through unruly curls as one of Wilburs drifted down to your waist, holding you close. Falling into blissful ignorance, you both melted deeper into the kiss.

Unfortunately, your friends were not as ignorant to their surroundings.

“Oi! Get a fucking room mate!” Mark shouted as he walked over to the two of you, Ash trailing behind him. You hurriedly pulled away from the taller man, hiding your embarrassment of being caught by tucking your face into Wilbur’s neck.

“Seriously guys you're gonna act like this in front of us? Have some shame.” Ash exclaimed, the wide smile on his face showing that he wasn't being serious. This only heightened your humiliation, causing you to let out a muffled groan into Wilbur’s chest to which he promptly tightened his hold on you.

“Hey, we were minding our own business! No one said you guys had to get involved.” Wilbur quipped back to his friends. Mark looked at him incredulously before responding, 

“It was kind of hard to ignore mate, you weren't exactly being subtle.” 

“Yeah and who would wanna miss out on Wilbur finally being kissed by a woman? That kind of thing only happens once!” Tommy very kindly added as he approached the group

“What the hell man?” Everyone laughed at Wilbur's (slightly) feigned offence.

“If you're just gonna make fun of us please tell me so I can leave, this is humiliating.” you spoke up, eyes narrowed at the boys.

“Alright, fine,I'll back off.” Mark joked,putting his hands up in surrender

“No but honestly, we’re happy for you guys, this has been a long time coming,”  Ash admitted. The rest of the group happily agreed, all admitting that they had seen the chemistry between the two of you for a while and were waiting for you to act on it.

Sometime during the conversation James had made his way into the apartment, returning from a run to the shop to buy more drinks for his guests. He searched the room in hopes of finding one of his friends and promptly found the group of you huddled into the corner of the room. However, before he could begin to make his way over to you Tommy shot up.

 “James! Hey James! Guess what happened!” the blonde bounced up and down excitedly.

“I swear this kid is gonna be the death of me.” Wilbur groaned as he laid his chin atop of your head.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur x y/n #cc!wilbur #wilbur x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x you #lovejoy #tommyinnit #ash kabuso #mark boardman #james marriott

[sardonic-the-writer]

—business man

SUMMARY | tip number one to survive new york: If you see a blonde british boy running up and offering you pond water, run.

PAIRING | tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | none

WORD COUNT | 1.5k+

AUTHORS NOTES | i've gotten back into the swing of things haven't i

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New York was many things. Dirty. Expensive looking while managing to be cheap in quality. Crowded. A tourist trap. But most of all, it was captivating.

Try as you may, the beauty of the heavily graffitied alleyways and skateparks was not lost on you. Each act of vandalism, each scuff left behind from a sneaker as someone lost their footing on a halfpipe, told a story. Perhaps it wasn't the content of these stories that held your interest in an iron clad grip, but rather the fact that they weren't yours. And you had always had a knack for poking your curiosity where it didnt belong.

Perhaps that's why you didn't do the sensible thing that afternoon and turn to walk away as a yelling British teenager approached you with a bottle of water.

All you had really wanted was to take a quick walk down to your favorite corner store to stock up on the basics for your tiny apartment that cost an arm and leg to live in. Maybe pick up a cookie or something from the bakery near it on the way back.

You figured it wouldn't take long, considering you knew a short cut. Straight through a little plaza located right next to a far more popular park. It was no diamond in the rough so to speak. There were probably dozens like that one sprinkled all around the city, but it offered some relief for your aching feet. If you cut through there and past a little path hidden among some bushes in the corner of it, you'd shave roughly ten minutes off your walk. It was either you took that or you would have to start investing in better shoe support.

"Hey! Hello there!"

Sounds of surrounding foot traffic blended from person to person. No one conversation stuck long enough for you to make out what was being said, but it was fun to try and imagine. Occasionally an odd quote in passing would elicit a harsh laugh from you before it was disguised as a poor cough.

"Hulloooo. Over here!"

Was someone trying to talk to you?

Your brows furrowed, picking up the sound of someone's voice for the second time that past minute, seemingly directed right at you. Your neck swiveled around a quick ninety degrees, hoping to all hell this wasn't some weird catcalling ploy. But all thoughts of anything like that vanished as soon as you found the grinning source of your confusion.

He had the wildest blond hair you had ever seen. It curled into ringlets in some places and clung to other parts of his head messily. Like he had slept wrong on a long car trip across the country.

His hoodie, as red as a crayon straight out of the box, was marked with small print you couldn't make out. It was only until he had begun to get closer—two more people in tow—did you realize you had been stood staring at his hoodie for longer than intended.

"Excuuuuse me!" There was no mistake now that you were the target of this person's interest. That was clear enough in the way he sprinted over, shoes slapping noisily across concrete, just to reach your side.

It wasn't uncommon to be flagged down with strangers holding stuff on the bustling streets of the big apple. Some were nicer than others, simply offering a look at their product before moving on when they got no response. Others took to sneakier and more forceful methods. They were one of the many reasons you had taken to donning a resting bitch face.

"Why hello there! Don't you look parched?" His smile was too wide, too genuine, to be true. Eyes crinkling at the edges with a hint of humor you had the feeling you wouldn't, or rather couldn't, understand even if you tried.

Instincts told you to wave him off and keep going on your merry way ignoring the pain in your feet. But you took one more look at him with his loud accent and crooked smile and decided not to.

"Not really." Your shoulders moved in an up and down motion, shrugging off whatever sales pitch he had set up. "Was about to hop on over to the store. Gonna get a drink there anyways." A lie. But like I said before, you had a habit of becoming to invested in situations like these. And maybe you wanted to see how he responded to your bluff. Just a little.

"Well fair pedestrian—" Wow he really was loud. Energetic too from the looks of it. "—what if I told you I could offer something far better than any bland soda you Americans drink? Hmm?"

"Oh really?" You flicked your gaze to the plastic bottle crinkling in his hand, noting the way it seemed to swirl around with bits of silt and salt in it. "Just looks like pond water to me."

"Ah! A smart customer. Got a melon on their head aye?" He turned to look at his companions now. More specifically at the one holding a camera, a detail you hadn't noticed until now. Not that it bothered you. People always had cameras out nowadays. especially in a city as famous as this.

"So it's just pond water. I'm assuming from that fountain over there?"

"Right on! Big Drink, the water of the future."

Okay maybe you were having a bit too much fun humoring this kid.

"Alright mister businessman." He puffed his chest out at your title, and while you couldn't tell if it was for the presence of a camera or simply because it filled him with a sense of pride, it brought a smile to your face nonetheless. "Say I do decide to take a shot in the dark at your new product. What's in it for me? And more importantly, will my wallet be hurting after our exchange of goods and or services." You winced at that last bit, making a clicking sound with your tounge. "Maybe I can rephrase that better next time."

But the lanky figure next to you didn't seem to mind, letting out a laugh that could only be described as boisterous before straightening back up.

"Well, you'd be the first to invest in this promising product, only at the cost of one hundred dollas! But for you I'll add on a discount of ninety nine percent." His accent thickened a considerable amount on the last bit, presumably with excitement.

"Very generous of you mister businessman."

"Thats mister businessman Tommy to you."

Alright. So you were now standing here, fishing for your wallet in front of three strangers, one of which you were now on a first name basis with. Now that could either be the set up for a very bad stand-up comedy joke, or something to be concerned about. But for some reason, it was the most fun you had had in ages.

"I'll be expecting my share of the cut in the mail when you rag tag lot make it big. Make it out to one (Y/n) the fabulous. I prefer hard cold cash, preferably delivered in an envelope" Your laugh was full of childlike enjoyment as you handed Tommy a crumpled five-dollar bill in exchange for the water bottle. Only after he paused to scribble something on the lable—a detail that you missed.

However, what you didn't miss was the way his smile faltered a little, clearly not expecting the surplus of money even if so miniscule. But you got the feeling he wasn't upset. Just surprised someone would do that in the first place. And honestly, so were you—although not regretful. Still. Bye bye cookie you had been looking forward to. Hello pond water that smelled faintly of piss.

"Consider the other four dollars money for the postage when I get my share of the cut."

Tommy shoved the bill in his pocket. He looked at you with a different flash of something in his baby blues now. A more friendly look—if that was even possible. He was probably the most friendly person you had met, especially on the streets.

"Trust me, you'll get it if it's the last thing I ever do." He gave a goofy salute in your honor, causing one of the camera men from behind to giggle before quieting quickly.

"Good luck with the rest of your sales Tommy." You offered a small wave as you walked off, clutching your newly acquired prize loosely.

Common sense told you to throw it in the first trashcan you passed. Getting rid of whatever plague the liquid might be containing.

But the longer you walked, thinking about that bright smile and genuine joy you had just encountered, your grip only tightened on the plastic.

It wasn't until you were three blocks away from the plaza did you see the number hastily scrawled on the edge of the handmade label. Right next to big bold words, reading Big Drink!!!!!™️ 

You were quick to utilize it. Probably too quick to be honest.

text sent at 6:21 pm do you give your number out to all your coustomers? must be bad for buisness

text received at 6:21 pm only the fuinny ones

text received at 6:22 pm fuck

text received at 6:22 pm *funny

Yeah. The water bottle was worth it.

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt tommyinnit #cc!tommyinnit #dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp x y/n #x reader #one shot #fluff #imagine

[rats-write]

Flufftober day 4: date night

Tommyinnit

CC! Tommyinnit

- Either the cutest or dumbest dates ever

- Would take you on nice dates every so often because he feels like it’s really important even if you don’t really care that much

- Otherwise just likes to cuddle in bed and watch movies or YouTube together

- Getting a bunch of random snacks and staying the night over to have a movie marathon

- Him trying, emphasis on trying, to cook for you before you come over because he wants to surprise you

- Ends up burning the food but orders your favorite takeout instead

- Walking around Brighton together (or wherever you’re from)

- Secretly getting you small gift when you’re wondering around a store

- Little beach picnic dates

C! Tommyinnit

- probably disregarded dates for a while but eventually realized that he wanted to have a proper date with you instead of just hanging out in his little dirt house

- Definitely shy to ask you to go on a date, even after dating for a while

- He’s a nervous boy, a lots happened to the poor guy

- Wants secluded dates, nothing where other people would see you both

- Maybe picnics in the forest, shy cuddles under the trees while you’re both laying on a big blanket

- Cooking together, one of his disks playing quietly in the background

- Whispering “I love you” when he walks you home, a hesitant hug before you go inside

- (Rants to Shroud about how much he likes you)

My other Flufftober stuff:

#tommyinnit x reader #cc! Tommyinnit x reader #tommy x reader #dsmp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #flufftober

[besties-writeing-corner]

HIHII :33 can i req tommy x reader where tommy finds readers old s/h scars ?? it's alr if ur not in the right headspace to write this 🫶🏼🫶🏼

AHHH!!! PEOPLE!!! TY!!! AND SOMETHING I WRITE WHELL !!!! YIPE :DD

anyways,

cc!Tommy finding (names) old s/h scares <3

gender netral- they/them/thier pronunes used<3

it wasn't mentionsed wethier cc or c, so i went w/ cc! !!

cw- mentions of self harm/s/h scares, swearing, lemme know if its worse :3

putting this under a cut for a warning !!!

tommy- red text

reader-green text

HEADCANONS . . .

you too were doing a stream, a cooking one!

bakeing a cake, and it went smoth.

but he noticed something when you reached up to grab the sprinkles yall had forgotten to grab before.

and thats when he saw them.

he didn't mention anything, and hoped that the camra didn't pick it up

(witch it didn't, they were to faded and were in the shadow.)

after stream, you were both sitting down eating the cake, he as normale picked up your hand, traceing little stars in your palm

he moed it a bit, but it started dawning on you what he was going as you felt it go fom your palm to forearm, spceifcaly on the inner side.

AUDIOLOG . . .

"wait.. what are you doing?." "you drew stars, all on my scares.."

"how- i dont rember telling you-" "when you grabed the sprinkles from the cabnit, your sleve fell down and i saw. the camra didn't pick it up, and it it didit was blocked by a dono, so." "oh. ok." "please coe to me if you feel like this again.or if i do anythin to trigger you, let me know. please.i dont want to use you from this. even if these are, years old, this shit is so easy to fall back into. i just dont want this for you." "i will, dw."

AHHHH!!! TY FOR REQESTING! i hope this is good!!

and PLEASE DONT FEEL NEVOUSE TO SEND ME A REQEST!!!! ITS RLLY MOTIVATING AND I FORGET TO FINISH STUFF ALOT SO IN A SINCE THI GUILT TRIPS ME INTO ACULY WRITEING !!!!

#tommyinnit #cc!tommy #tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x gn reader #character x reader #x reader #reader insert #character x s/h reader #self harm #s/h #sh comfort #self harm comfort #aone reqested

[jessnotfoundd]

I’m new to your blog and I was wondering could you do a gn reader x Tommy?

It’s idk really but the reader is very quiet and when Tommy meets them and gets to know them they become like Tommy. Like loud,funny etc

Thank if you can do it! :]

Of course !!!! if you find a bad pronoun let me know!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing: cc!Tommtinnit x GNreader!

Masterlist here!

I was sitting at the back of the class, and I can see the blond, who's been sitting with me for weeks now, he's really loud and energetic, but fun after all.

-Hey, how's my favorite classmate doing?- he put his left hand up, and y lifted mine to handshake him.

-Great- that's all he probably hear from me for today, it's not him, it's me, I've been quiet all my life.

-Someday Imma make you talk nonsense like me all day- he looks at me smirking and I smile while nodding, it's nice having someone like him.

The class starts and we do our homework in silence, I enjoy being in silence with him.

A few weeks after he was still trying, he even introduced me to his friends so I won't spend recess alone.

-Hi- everyone turns their heads to see me, It's my first time outside the school with them, Tommy invites us all to bowls and my mom thought it would be great to be out for once.

-Hey, you came.- the blond pulls me in a hug and for the first time, I hug him too.- Uh you're hugging me, I don't want to leave this moment- he giggles and I do so. After a few moments, I push him so I could say hi to the rest.

A few rounds going and Bill talks to me.

-So, you are right now with people that can't shout their mouths for a second, how do you feel?- I smile.

-Safe- It's all, he smiles.

-Great, you're one of us now-

Tommy smiles at me from the other corner and I smile back at him.

A month went by since Bill told me I was one of them and since then, they really make me feel that. We would do lots of things together and Tommy would never stop telling me how proud he is of me for trying.

-Tomas, shut up I crack a laugh, we were talking about video games with the guys and Tommy wouldn't stop making fun of me for my favorite games.

-Make me- he puts his lips in my direction. Instead of a kiss I gently slap his cheek and we all laugh.- Pussy.- he blurts and I look at him.

-I'm not a pussy- I take him by the cheeks and left a brief kiss on his lips. He looks stunned.

-Perfect, y/n, now he's in love.- Tubbo jokes and i giggle a little.

After a few hours, It turns out to be a sleepover at Tommy's house. So we were coming to his house, it was a little cold and I was just wearing some jeans and a t-shirt. I snuggle on Tommy's arm while walking.

-You're cold?- he looks at me for a second, breaking the conversation he was having with Freddy.

-Yes, I should have brought a hoodie or something.- he stops and I stop by him, he was taking his hoodie out.- No, put it back on you.-

-No, It's okay, use it.- he gives it to me.

-Tommy, I don't want you to be cold.-

-I won't, I swear.- he kisses my cheek and I take de Hoodie I smile at the fragrance it has still.

We walk again with the others and I intertwine our fingers.

-Do you mind?- I move my head to our hands and he denies it, squeezing my hand a little.

After a few days, Tommy didn't want his hoodie back, saying I could keep it 'cause it looks better in me' and I can't help but feel great.

-Someone asked for a gentleman and ice cream?- He's at my bedroom door with ice cream in his hands.

-Nop, wrong door- we both smile.

-Maybe someone asked for a full pack of friends and tons of ice cream?- I see a few heads poke into my room.

-Yeah. I did, why is Tommy here?-. I giggle and he throws himself at me.

-You're crazy for me being here, don't lie to yourself.- He taps my nose and I tickle him until he lets me go.

-Whatever.-

We were all playing monopoly, my head is on the blonde shoulder while Aimsey and I talk about coffee.

-Who would tell you would be so talkative now.- Tommy smiles at me.

-It's all because of you, you idiot.-

-Wow, taunts-

I stick my tongue out like a little kid and he does the same to me.

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[ihavemadequestionablechoices]

The Sunken Ship: Chapter 1

Read the first part!

You can feel your heartbeat. Your damaged heart, knocking at your chest while your paralyzed body feels as if it's falling into a deep abyss, making you feel claustrophobic.

Your eyelids are heavy. Your limbs feel numb, although you wouldn't even know they still existed if it weren't for the aching muscles under the skin.

For a moment, you remain in this calming sleep. The rhythm of your heart is the only thing you can sense and honestly, the only thing you need. However, as soon as some unfamiliar smells enter your nostrils, your eyes shoot open, and you quickly feel your body tense at the unfamiliar surroundings.

You're not breathing like you should. Your body has changed. At first, you don't know what it is that feels so different, but once you realize you're not standing on solid ground, you panic even more. You're in water. You're swimming deep under the water, away from any air, yet you're not dying or drowning. Before waking up, you were lying in something that you can only describe as coral.

When you look down at your fingers, you see how they're less human and more... what animal is this supposed to be? Your feet have changed as well, and a tail is keeping you in balance. And when you look at your own reflection, you realize what changes your body has gone through.

You remember the day clearly. The storm that sent you down here. Unfortunately, though, there's no memory after passing out, so you can't find any explanation for the sudden metamorphosis your body must've been through somehow, going from a human to a mix of human and axolotl.

"You're awake," an unfamiliar voice speaks out as it enters the cave in which you were sleeping prior. The strange scent is the first part about him that catches your attention. He smells like blood. Blood and ink, mainly. This aroma is honestly quite easy to explain once your bad eyes have told you what he is meant to be. A man under water, with the body of a squid from the waist down. The majority of his skin, however, is covered with scales, unlike yours. "I couldn't tell whether you were sleeping or in a coma, to be honest. According to Theseus, you'd been asleep the entire time he brought you here."

"Theseus?" You ask, your voice shaking a little as you come to realize that you're not dreaming. And the squid-human comes closer.

"He saved your life, most likely. If it hadn't been for him, chances would've been quite big that you would've ended up shark food. Do you remember anything? Considering the wreck has been there for years, you must've been unconscious there for a pretty long time."

Wreck? Had this Theseus found you in a wreck? "I do. I remember everything." You must've passed out after hitting your head and been stuck in the bridge or something. Then a curious man probably found the ship wreck and thus, also found you.

"Can you tell me what happened? It's very rare to find axolotls. Let alone, find them in these waters." Should you tell him the truth?

Well, before you can do this, his words repeat inside your mind as you realize what he said. "Wait, what year is it? How long have I been stuck here?"

"Well, it turned the year 31 a few weeks ago," he responds and you freeze in your place, the familiar lump arising in your throat.

11 years. 11 years have passed.

You have to compliment yourself when it comes to aging, though. You would have never thought you'd be 27 already. No, you estimated yourself to be younger.

"What's your name?" He asks after not getting any other response from you and you kind of startle when he speaks. You stutter your name before asking him his, shivering when two other new unfamiliar scents catch your attention. "Technoblade."

And as if his name summoned an obnoxious teenager, a humanoid frog enters the cave with an unescapable energy, his eyes looking at you excitedly as he almost jumps through the water surrounding him.

The teenager has the long legs of the amphibian you can easily make him out to be, forcing him to wear shorts - although, to be fair, Technoblade doesn't even wear pants. Which makes sense in his case - next to which, he's wearing a white with red shirt that covers up his glandular skin. While Techno's upper body seems to be mostly human, despite the often scales to cover them, the boy's hands are mostly human as well, although he has sticky, webbed fingers.

"You're awake!" The boy then shouts, his voice being louder than you anticipated. He quickly swims towards you, giving you an unexpected hug, before letting go of you and investigating you without even trying to be subtle. "Who knew, right, Techno? Who knew there'd be another amphibian to join L'Mansea!?"

"Calm down a little, will you? Judging by their reactions, they have no idea what's going on here. And since they remember what happened, I don't think they've always been an axolotlperson. Axoperson? I don't know, is there a name for it?"

"It's still great! I always thought there was someone listening with me at the wreck!"

"That's just your paranoia."

"No, it's not! Awake or asleep, they listened with me nonetheless."

After you ask them confusedly about what the fuck the L'Mansea is, Tommy happily tells you about the ocean in which you were found. It's been 11 years. 11 long years you have been unconscious, in a wreck at the bottom of the sea, with sometimes the company of an unaware child. 11 long years, the last time you were alive involving humanity. Is this the afterlife? Or magic? Or perhaps just a fever dream? You don't know, but Tommy's explanation is a quite mind-wrecking one.

The L'Mansea is an ocean in which a kingdom is resided. A kingdom for merpeople, mostly, although it sometimes could happen that some lost winged human found their way crashing down. In any case, it are mostly fish that live here, Tommy being one of the only amphibians. However, there are some other reptiles to live there, so there is some kind of a flask that those who need it can drink air out of. Either that, or they'll have to go to the stops where air bubbles can be found.

Respectively, the L'Mansea is a place for many different people, led by the King, Philza, who Tommy tells proudly about. According to him, Phil is also a very close friend of Techno, also happening to be a great white shark. Despite this, Tommy proclaims the man to be very kind and fatherly to everyone.

While the frog keeps telling you more about himself and his life, the scent which first felt so distant, starts coming closer and burning in your nose. As if the fire that it lights makes your eyes produce tears, you squeeze them shut a little as you catch the shadow of another being near the entrance of the case. There's not a lot you can see of this shadow, other than its head and its long tail, with no fins attached. However, once Technoblade catches you watching there, he must've realized the presence of the other animal just outside as he approaches the opening quietly.

But the stranger seems to notice your realisation and instead announces his presence before Techno can do so, entering the cave with no friendliness whatsoever. His snake-like body moves over the ground carefully, his face covered by a smiley mask, and despite the lack of facial expression visible, his voice already tells you that he's not exactly there with good intentions.

"Techno, Tommy. I thought I told you to tell me when there was going to be a stranger in the L'Mansea. May I ask who this is?"

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[lacedqll]

Hello, I was wondering if you'd be able to write a Sorry boys trampoline park Ranboo x Reader, only if you’ve watched sorry boys/the new video, and/or would write this this Ofc, if not then that’s totally okay I understand, just disregard this request if not :) 🌌🌌

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 . . 𝐲𝐞𝐬

「🐬 𝐓𝐖 ;;  」 ˚ ༘♡

🐋 ⁺ -ˋˏ 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲. ꗃ 𓏸

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  ❛ we bounced to the death - sorry boys ! - ❜

    ❛ - 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 (𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦) . . 𝑐𝑐!𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠!𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ❜

୧ ‧₊ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓.

TODAY WAS a stupidly fun day for the squad even with everything going on recently. i had taken the spot of one of the members, joining in on being in the sorry boys video happily. i ended up being an angsty teen worker with Ranboo who worked at the trampoline park, and the others were... inflatable balls i guess? chounce, or charlie, probably was my favorite. he was really silly and had good joke lore. anyways.

staring down at them as they talked to the camera for the 'documentary', being seen in the background with Ranboo, my brow raised, i listened in on how mentally ill they had seemed to be with how they spoke. glancing over, noticing one of the people of the camera crew come over, asking us a question, to which Ranboo had answered in a bored tone. "Uhh,, so what is this for again?" they asked, rubbing the inner bit of his eye before letting his arm drop back down. the person spoke, leading Ranboo continue talking, "Documentary?" the person nodded. "K-- yeah, so, they've been coming here for about,, i dont even know how long," he sighed, looking back over at the squad for a moment before looking back at the camera, "I've only started working on this shift a few weeks ago..." as they stopped talking, i just took over with it. "They come in, they hire out this place and they um, they just kinda bounce for a bit, fight a lot... we're just getting paid and it's less kids to work with," i shrugged, "So it's a win in my book honestly." after that rather long and boring conversation with the camera and the two of us, the 'documentary people' panned back towards the others.

now off the second floor, sighing deeply with my hands dug into my pockets next to Ranboo seeming just as tired as me, we sat down on one of the uplifted areas of the trampoline park, sitting with my legs crossed boredly, watching them converse, feeling my sanity deplete the more i listened in on there conversations.. but as long as im leaving with a paycheck, i dont care i suppose. "This has gotta be a disease, right?" Ranboo joked, turning their head towards me, eyes slightly crinkled meaning he was smiling just barely, before turning back to look over the squad as if they were little kids. i chuckled lightly, "Have no idea."

as one the younger ones, chounce, went into the inflatable ball fully, arms, head, and legs tucked into the ball, he spoke, "Dude- dont come in- im jacking my hog-" "You're-You're what man? What're you doing in there?" Ranboo asked, trying to keep their eyes non-crinkled to stay in character; to not smile. "Dude? What? How many times do i need to tell you, dude? Im yanking on my freaking porker, dude! Dont come near me-" Chounce had responded, making me have to stiffle my laughter, only letting a slight snort out. "Dude, come on! You cant," he blew their whistle as he stood up, resulting in me standing up aswell, "You cant do that here."

as they walked over, stuffing his phone in his pocket, he spoke, "No, dude, come on-" "Dude, stop-" i eventually walked over aswell, hiding my smile from the camera and staying in the angsty teen character i was put in, putting my hand on the red little knob thing and pulling it slightly backwards, making him topple over rather gracefully and slowly. "You cant-" Ranboo was cut off as they stopped the cameras, going to the next shot of Chounce talking to the camera, giggles just barely heard in the background from me and Ranboo at how dumb this was already turning out. eventually, we heard him coming back, and probably not on purpose, he fell on the floor, and immediately cried outloud.

later on, watching them literally sink into the foam square things, the cameras came to us, initiating for Ranboo to speak. "You know, um," they started, "Im usually supposed to help out with things like this, but um, at this point I just kinda of want to see where it goes." Ranboo shrugged, taking a long pause, "Its getting interesting now." his head had turned back when saying this, speaking to the camera person behind them before looking forwarda again. the camera returned onto the other idiots rather quickly. "Do you think they are, like, okay?" i asked playfully. Ranboo looked at me and presumably smiled, "No idea." he laughed.

"Oh good, the camera persons in there, too," Ranboo said, referring to how they were seen in the foam square pit, "Um, do you guys need any help in there, or-" they cut back quickly to another shot of the idiots playing around, entertainment happening again as i watched them from off the side slightly with Ranboo, smiling at the dumb humor they had for right now, but eventually getting into the shot and letting the smile leave, going back to look angsty as every other time.

listening in on the lore happening between Chounce and Tungo before the scenery changed, the camera directed to Ranboo and Chounce at the balance beam with me just off to the side slightly, leaned against one of the uncomfortable walls but needing to look like an 'average teen who shops at hot topic and sneaks out to see friends' for the video. Chounces head turned to Ranboo, "Dude, what?" "I gotta be-" Ranboo was quickly cut off, "You know im supposed to use a balance beam unsupervised, dude!" he had exhasperated, walking away from the beam just a wee bit. "No- yeah, but dude, I literally gotta be here for safety reasons." Ranboo insisted, Chounce just starting to begin his rambling, whilst Za had walked over, a 'conversation' beginning with him and Ranboo.

cutting the camera, a little fight between Tungo and Chounce had begun, character development building wonderfully, watching there relationship fall apart right infront of my eyes to which i stiffled a laugh once more, there acting jokingly good.

once more, the camera had came up to me and Ranboo, asking for more talk from us, to which we obliged. "You cant help but watch it, its like um, a bunch of toddlers when they make believe, and they just,,, in a state of a kind of 'adorable' delusion." Ranboo had joked, their hooded eyes looking over at them for a moment before returning to the camera lenses. "Except its um, a bunch of grow men and uh, I think they're actually delusional." i had added, a few yells from the squad behind us in the background. Ranboo had sighed, turning his attention to them, "Atleast we're getting paid for this.."

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      🌌anon is back? ty 🌌anon 😭🫶 /gen!! eating pizza rolls as i write this, have a good day and hope you enjoy(ed) this dumb silly sorry boys write! im glad w11lbur wasnt included in there, presumably last, sorry boys video :) theyve said they are going on hiatus, but chances are it gets packed up all together is way higher (sadly). not to blame anyone for this, but w11lbur,,, w11lbur sucks (he took away my chances of beach ranboo in eyeliner and a sundress🪳 /sarc) (note mid writing this: THIS IS ACTUALLY GOOD? AND LONG? MY INSPIRATION IS COMING BACK!!🔥🔥) (note at the end of writing this: i lost motiviation and i might be going insane. 🌌anon, heres everything ive gotten so far, might add onto this! got up to 11 minutes of the 20 MINUTE LONG VIDEO.. going crazy😭) (after posted note: I READ IT WRONG IM GONNA SCREAM I THOUGHT IT SAID JUST SORRY BOYS NOT SORRY BOYS RANBOO EHSSHEKEE HOPE THIS DOESNG MATTER IM SO SORRY,, IM SO TIRED RN)

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[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

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warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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[lilywastaken]

⇝ SLEEPING + CUDDLING HCs !

CC!Dream, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!TommyInnit x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: how cuddling with some of my fav CCs would be like!

WARNINGS: SFW!

A/N: my first headcanons! I'll probably do a part two soon with some of the other CCs (quackity, karl, jack, etc), but I'll see! Please please please don't forget to reblog or comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you so so much for reading!! &lt;3

MASTERLIST.

Also on Ao3!

DREAM:

I feel like Dream's love language is mostly physical touch, so he'd be the most willing to cuddle.

And although he probably has a very fucked up sleep schedule and only gets to cuddle you for a few hours before you wake up, his soft touch and warm body is so worth it.

If you're asleep by the time he gets to bed, he quietly sneaks underneath the covers and instantly searches for you with his arms, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his hold.

He mostly likes being the big spoon, pressing your back to his chest so he's able to snuggle his face into the crook of your neck and press soft kisses along your skin, smiling if you giggle or try and playfully wriggle away from his affections.

But just because he's normally the big spoon, doesn't mean he dislikes being held.

There are a few days where he just wants to collapse into your arms and let you hug him, run your fingers through his soft hair while he snuggles his face into your chest.

Much like everyone, he likes being held and comforted at times, it just reminds him that he isn't alone, and that whenever he has a bad day, he can come to you so you can make it better.

This man will drop whatever he's doing if you ask for a quick cuddle session. Training for mcc? He can train later. Cooking dinner? Food can wait. In the middle of a stream? The mute button exists for a reason.

Speaking of streaming, if he's live without his face cam on and craves affection, he will most definitely text you non-stop to come and sit on his lap so he can hold you while he plays.

Doesn't matter if it's Minecraft or some first person shooter, he'll manage. You're more important, after all.

SAPNAP:

Much like his best friend, Sapnap's very touchy when it comes to his s/o.

His hand is always either intertwined with yours or slipped into your back pocket when you're outside, the need to be close to you too much for him, and it doesn't really change in private.

Whenever you're lying down, be it on the sofa or in bed, he will always find a way to be draped on top of you or holding you to his chest, depending on his mood.

Sometimes he wants nothing more than to be held and kissed, and sometimes he just wants to hold you flush to his chest and nestle his face into your hair.

How he wants to cuddle fully relies on his mood.

If he's sad or angry or annoyed, he just wants to be held and coddled, with his head either resting on your lap or on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he waits for you to run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, an action that turns him into putty almost immediately. Sometimes when he's too pissed off or upset, he keeps quiet, letting you do your thing while he clings to you; but if he's feeling up for it and you let him, he'll rant about whatever got him in a mood, appreciating your patience when it comes to him.

But, if he's in an actual good mood, happy or cocky or confident, he feels the need to show off, in a way. And so, he hugs you tightly to his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands run over the soft skin of your stomach, head snuggled right next to yours as he whispers sweet nothings and presses sweet kisses up and down your jaw and finally your lips.

GEORGE:

George is a heavy sleeper.

And because he's a heavy sleeper, he doesn't realise what he does at night, and it makes it quite hard for him to be woken up during his sleep.

He makes sure that he's always pressed up against you, be it with his chest against your back or with your legs wrapped around his waist, his head resting on your chest as he snores softly.

If he can't fall asleep (which is unlikely), he stares up at the ceiling while he plays with your hair, braiding it or running his fingers through it or simply pressing his face into it, enjoying the softness of the whole situation.

And although it makes up for really great and warm cuddles, it's a bit uncomfortable when you have to get up to go to the toilet or to start the day, his arm heavy over your stomach as he sleeps, peacefully unaware of your struggle as you try and get him off you.

Normally, you just cave into his warmth and snuggle into his side, brushing through his fringe with your fingers and running them over his sleeping features, pressing kisses over his jaw in an attempt to wake him.

Spoiler alert, it doesn't.

After a few hours of just lying there either scrolling on your phone or admiring his beauty, he finally starts to stirr, letting out soft groans and moans as he moves to hold you properly. He smiles at you and wishes you good morning, and when you try to move, he pulls you back, asking for "a few more minutes" to which you audibly groan, but succumb to his ministrations.

He isn't really a touchy person out in public, but he always makes sure that he's holding your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. But when you're alone, he lets himself indulge in your touches and hugs, running his warm hands over your skin under your shirt as you lay next to him, eyes drooping closed, threatening to once again fall asleep.

TOMMY:

Taking the sleepover vlog with Ranboo as reference, Tommy seems to sleep in a fetal position like most people, which makes me instantly think of curling up with him like that.

Assuming that he's way taller than you, you can easily snuggle your back up to his chest and let him hold you, your legs resting on his as he lazily holds an arm over your waist, drawing weird patterns onto your tummy or waist until he falls asleep.

If by chance you're taller than him, I'd like to think that he probably wouldn't think of changing the way he sleeps just to cuddle, so you sleep back to back, with him curled up with his own pillow until you feel him turn over and drape himself over you like a blanket, head lying on your shoulder as he softly snores.

That reminds me, snoring. Although it doesn't really relate to cuddles, I see Tommy as a big snorer. Like even asleep he has to make as much sound as possible. He always denies it as well, even if you've had his head right next to yours the whole night or even if you've recorded him, he refuses any claims that he snores.

Moving on, cuddles during daytime with Tommy are… an experience.

If you're sitting down on a chair or even on the floor, expect to be tackled from behind and picked up. You'll end up flailing your arms in surprise as he attempts to move you into a better position to cuddle, which normally ends with both of you on the floor.

Apart from the mini heart attacks you get from his sudden explosions of affection, cuddling with Tommy isn't that bad. He secretly likes being held sometimes, even if he screams at you whenever you bring it up amongst your friends, resting his head on your tummy or chest and falling asleep happily while you talk about whatever.

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[modelbus]

Ahem- hey- uh- I-

…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH

SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-

OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)

so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!

also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.

ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨

ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.

wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.

I’M BACK BABYYY!!

-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.

You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos

I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos Part 3

The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.

Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.

It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.

Wilbur so we’re all good now?

Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??

Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry

You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?

Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life

You Then yeah

Tommy HEY

Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.

Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.

But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.

tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG

|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES

|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY

You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.

Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…

|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr

|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh

|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao

Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.

This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.

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[shubblelive]

— FRIENDLY COMPETITION

summary : you and tommy have been dating for months, and there's a million things you love about him. however, you're usually not doing that in front of your entire audience. but after a surprising mcc debut, what's one more good thing?

genre : fluff

warnings: mentions of reader breaking a bone as a kid

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x fem!cc!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is tommy's girlfriend

featuring : cc!tommyinnit, cc!philza (mentioned), cc!smajor (mentioned), cc!shubble (mentioned), cc!orionsound (mentioned)

request : I was wondering if you could do a fic where y/n (with fem pronouns) is a streamer and wins her fist mcc and when she wins Tommy comes into her room and is so excited that she won that forgets they hadnt told the internet they were dating and kisses her <3

word count : 1.1k

note : i love writing for tommy so much but unfortunately i don't get a lot of ideas, so whenever i get reqs for him i get super excited. for context, i wrote this around mcc 26 because it's my favourite (i KNOW it's almost a year old at this point, like i said it's my favourite). reader replaces fruitberries on the violet vampires team, he won that mcc with phil, oli and shelby, so you can probably tell why it's my favourite lmao but also i feel like tommy would call you girlfriend in place of a petname, i think it's cute. i hope you enjoy angel <333

When you were six, you broke your wrist. You and a group of your classmates had been out at lunch in the playground, engaged in an intense monkey bars contest when you fell. You didn’t remember much, the ambulance ride to A&E, maybe. Being comforted in your hospital bed as you awaited X-ray results with cuddles and cookies, definitely. Not a lot of pain, not a lot of suffering. You never got back on the monkey bars after that though. Competing with the other kids just felt like a bad idea after that. You learned to run your own race, and you’d been living like that for over a decade.

Your left hand twinged, aching slightly. Maybe it was that the bones never realigned on your wrist, but it was most likely due to the intense keyboard-pressing you’d been doing for the last five hours. You weren’t big on MCC, you were a builder rather than a combative player, and that suited you just fine. You tuned in once a month, sure, but that was mainly to support. You and Tommy had been dating for eight whole MCCs now, and he’d been the one to encourage you to apply. 

Your shooting skills were… fine. You knew how to play the game, of course, you’d been playing it for over half your life. You just didn’t do much of it recently, hence the two hour practice you’d taken before the start of the event. The first game had been Parkour Warrior, which happened to be your best. The early confidence boost (combined with the encouraging messages you and Tommy had been exchanging on Discord between each event, unbeknownst to your chats) had helped you - you’d come in second overall. But by the fifth game your team wasn’t even in the top 5. You were nervous, worried about letting your team down but, as Phil rightfully pointed out you had “did the best out of all of us, dude.” You’d been really lucky with your team. Everyone on it was someone you knew at least vaguely. You’d spoken to Phil a bunch since starting your relationship with Tommy, and he’d been a big help. Shelby and Oli, your other two teammates were both complete sweethearts and you’d loosened up massively since the beginning of the event. 

Things picked up after SkyBattle, and no one in your chat even noticed when you and Tommy took breaks at the same time (two waterbottle refills and a reassuring kiss that had you on your A-Game for the last hour and a half of the event). 

And then came DodgeBolt. 

Your shooting skills were fine. Truly, but your entire team getting killed in less than five minutes leaving you and Scott in the arena alone. You were silent, focusing too hard on not dying to even think about addressing your chat. Phil was murmuring encouragement into the VC that you were actively tuning out in an attempt to concentrate. Tommy was sitting at his desk three rooms away, quiet as a mouse. He hadn’t moved in so long that his chat had started spamming lag. He had been trying not to be too obvious about it, but it was you versus the manager of the event engaged in a 1v1 for your first time in the contest. Your hand was cramping and you were biting the inside of your cheek so hard it was painful, but you had an arrow and a shot. Scott had an arrow as well, and you knew that if you left it any longer he’d get you, so you let your instincts take over and let it go. 

VIOLET VAMPIRES TAKE THE CROWN!

Shelby was screaming in the VC before you could comprehend what had just happened, and before you could even move arms were around you. Your office door had swung open as your golden retriever of a boyfriend all but lifted you out of your chair, pressing a proud kiss to your lips. 

“Oh my god,” you murmured, face hidden in the blue fabric of his shirt. “I won?”

“You won!” Tommy was yelling, grin taking over his face.

You let out a squeal of delight as you kissed the corner of his mouth in return, your temple being peppered with supportive kisses. “I won! Chat, oh my god-” You turned back towards your stream and were suddenly struck with the fact that you were, in fact, broadcasting this live. “Chat. Oh my god.”

Tommy was suddenly very still. You did a double take between your monitor, chat zipping past so fast it was making your head spin, and your boyfriend. You had about three seconds to make a move before it was awkward and you already knew that the cat was out of the bag. You’d be trending on twitter within an hour if you weren’t already. 

“Chat, I won!” You turned back to Tommy, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tommy was stiff, but you pressed a kiss to his jawline, right below his ear, out of frame of your camera. “We’re okay, boyfriend,” your voice was soft as you held him, his hands coming up on your back, squeezing you tightly. 

That snapped him out of it, and suddenly the two of you were back to screaming. “I’m so proud of you,” you were swaying on the spot, you gazing past his arm to your monitor, evidence of your win right there on your screen.

“I love you,” he kissed your hairline. “Girlfriend.”

He had to get back to his chat eventually and you needed to get back in the VC with the rest of your team members, exchanging congratulations. You hung around on the server for another twenty minutes before excusing yourself and finishing up the stream. You and Tommy had both silently agreed to not address what had happened and you reconvened in the hallway half an hour after the end of the event. Sitting on the sofa, you pulled out your phone and were immediately introduced to the downside of having a famous boyfriend. His full weight was put on your, your phone slipping out of your grasp and between the couch cushions. He mumbled into your neck. “No twitter. Don’t care.”

Your hands delved into his curls as he closed his eyes. “But-”

He lifted his head off your chest to glare at you and you missed the weight. “Fine. But you’re ordering me dinner after my spectacular win.”

He laughed, rumble of his chest spreading warmly throughout your entire body. “You don’t even need your phone, see. You’ve got me, and don’t worry, yes I called the papers to tell them how well you did. Being a girlfriend gets you perks.”

“Being a boyfriend gets you perks, too.” You point out.

Tommy lifted his head again, only slightly, eyebrows raised. You kissed him one more time and he nodded, content. “I think maybe I win, actually.”

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[sapphyrebur]

Only Him

wilbur soot x reader

In hindsight it was your own fault that you ended up here.

 Sleeping through an alarm is never a good idea, but your tired state made the snooze button seem just too irresistible. However, when you slept through your alarm twice it inevitably left a lot to do in a very little amount of time. 

As you hurriedly moved throughout your apartment the only thing on your mind was making it out of the door on time. Which lead to your tangled headphones being disregarded on the kitchen counter as the front door slammed shut.

“I am not ready for this, Wil,” you huffed as you slipped into the passenger seat of the boy’s car.

“Why? Is everything okay?” A look of concern flashed through his eyes as he looked you over. “ You know you don't have to come if you’re not feeling up to it. I can message tommy, I’m sure he would-” 

“Will slow down” you cut off his rambling. “ I'm okay! I just slept through my alarm so I had to rush on my way out. nothing serious,okay?”

“Okay” he whispered, and as he turned to face his steering wheel you swore you could’ve seen a flush of pink on his cheeks. 

“You slept through your alarm, seriously? Please don’t tell me I’m going to have to start coming over earlier to wake you up on time.” He teases.

“Shut up!” you gasped, hitting his arm.

“I’m just saying-”  

“Drive the car Wilbur!” the both of you laughed as he listened and drove away from your apartment.

The drive from your house to the station wasn’t a long one. In fact it probably would have been much easier to walk but the thought of making the journey back to your apartment  after spending the day walking around London was not a pleasant one. Especially when that day would also be spent with a hyperactive eighteen year old.

You heard him before you saw him, which was honestly a surprise considering he was practically bursting with energy as he bounced on his feet. “They're here! Phil! Phil, they’re here!” and with that the boy was sprinting towards you. 

As the teen reached the entrance of the platform where you were standing with Wilbur he didn’t hesitate to tackle you in a hug.

“Hi Tom.” you laughed softly, returning his embrace. Pulling away from you, Tommy then  turned towards the man standing next to you.

“What’s up, bitch” he spoke with a comically blank expression. Wilbur simply rolled his eyes as he ruffled the younger boy's hair.

“Ugh! get off me, weird man!” Tommy pushed him off in feigned disgust as you moved next to Phil, fondly watching the interaction. Despite what either of them say there is no denying the brotherly affection that the two share for each other.  It's hard to miss the clear admiration in the teens eyes as he speaks to Wilbur, holding his words and opinions closer than anyone else's, and the way that Wilbur has taken his responsibility over the boy as seriously as he could. Doing his best to keep him on the right path whilst allowing him his own freedom to make his own decisions.

“Alright you two that's enough.” Phil lightly pulled them away from the headlock that Tommy had somehow ended up in, said boy opened his mouth as if to protest but was swiftly interrupted by the announcement of their train's arrival.

Pushing yourself off the wall you and Phil had situated yourselves on, you began to move towards Wilbur. The people around you had very quickly hustled together, forming a crowd moving towards the train which made it much harder to reach your friend. Luckily, Wilbur was able to find you amongst the crowd and reached his arm out to you, allowing you to latch onto the sleeve of his grey jumper. Using the grip you had on his arm you were able to push yourself easily past the people surrounding you.

Once you reached him Wilbur swiftly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him. He then took the opportunity to lean down towards you, lips pressing against your ear. “Almost lost you there, love. Hold onto me, yeah? Can't have you running off again, you're tiny so it’ll be too hard to find you.” he whispered lightly before pulling away.

You suddenly found it extremely difficult to form words, looking up at him you were sure that your face was completely flushed.

Internally, Wilbur was freaking out, he had never been that forward with you. Sure you guys had playfully flirted before but this felt so much different. The way that he had his arm around you, pushing you into him, feeling you closer than he had ever been able to, was almost too much for him. He could feel his head spinning with the contact.

However, on the outside he managed to keep his composure and let a smug look take over his face as he looked down at your blushing form. Deciding to tease you even further, he made sure to hold eye contact with you before giving you a wink. Knowing he wouldn't be able to keep it together much longer he quickly broke the contact and turned his head forward as he lead you towards the train, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you.

The group of four made their way towards the back of the train as they searched for their seats. Tommy was the first to sit down, Phil sliding into the seat next to him leaving you and Wilbur the two seats opposite them. The taller man wordlessly slid into the window seat, knowing that you preferred the aisle as it lessened your motion sickness.

“Gross! I have to look at Wilbur's ugly face this whole trip, this is outrageous!” Tommy whispered very loudly towards his vlogging camera. From next to you you heard Wilbur mutter something along the lines of “this kid” as Phil laughed in response. 

As much as you adore your friends there is no way you could possibly be able to listen to them going back and forth for the hour long train ride you were about to endure. Which is exactly why you could feel the panic rise in your chest when you were unable to find your headphones.

“Shit!” the exclamative slipped under your breath as you rummaged through your bag.

“You okay?” Wilbur whispered as he nudged  your shoulder with his.

“I told you I was in a rush this morning, I left my headphones at home.” you groaned as you threw your head back onto his shoulder. He laughed at your dramatics as he held his hand out, offering you one of his headphones.

“We can share mine. There's this song that I wanted to show you anyways.” he explained as he switched on his phone, opening spotify. You watched silently as he scrolled through his playlists before landing on a specific one. As he clicked on it you found yourself once again being unable to speak. The playlist cover was a picture the two of you had taken during one of your first meetups. You were sitting on the beach by the pier as you stared up at the stars in awe, Wilbur however had his eyes on you, looking at you as if you were more mesmerising than the stars above. The title was short, consisting of just your name, and the description was simple: 

songs that make me think about you <3

It was stupid. You knew that. It was stupid to get so emotional over something as small as a playlist. But this was so sweet. It was so Wilbur. Only he would spend so much of his own time to do something like this for you, knowing he wouldn't even get anything out of it in return. Only he would pay so much attention to you that he would be able to construct a list of songs that remind him of you. You don't even think any of your friends could tell you your favourite song! But then again this is Wilbur, he isn't like any of your other friends.

“You made a playlist for me?” you muttered shyly, almost embarrassed that he would do such a thing for you.

 Almost as if the roles had reversed, Wilbur now found himself flustered, unable to speak.

“Yeah. I um-”  scared to speak, the man paused and collected his thoughts.

 “I feel like music is an important thing to me, you know? Yeah it's part of my career but it's also how I express myself, it allows me to say the things that I'm too scared to actually speak. And you're important to me as well! Since we met you have very quickly become one of the most stable things in my life. I’ve been able to find the same comfort in you that I've found in music. So I made this, it's just a bunch of songs I thought you would like or that remind me of you.” 

Throughout his speech Wilbur began to sound more and more unsure of himself, whispering, almost as if he was trying to keep his words to himself. It hurt to see his confidence drop so quickly from how it had been earlier, to see him feeling so insecure about something that was so tender. 

“Will…” you whispered, urging the boy to look at you. “You are so cute,”

 Upon hearing your words, his expression twisted into one of confusion. Laughing at his confusion, you continued 

“This is genuinely the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” 

Neither of you knew what to say next as you looked at each other with sickly sweet smiles on your faces. He was the first to break the contact, clearing his throat as he raised one of his headphones, gesturing towards your ear. Silently, you nodded and allowed him to put the headphone in your ear, watching as he brushed a piece of hair out of your face. After he removed his hands from your face he turned towards his phone and let the music play. 

Settling back into the seat, his arm found solace around your shoulder, encouraging your head to rest on his. That's how the rest of the train ride was spent, closed eyes and soft humming in your ears, both of you resting on one another,

“They make me sick, the both of ‘em” Tommy scoffed to Phil in annoyance. The older man however was watching the pair affectionately.

“They're in love Tom, leave ‘em alone.”

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #wilbur soot x y/n #cc!wilbur #wilbur soot fanfiction #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction

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CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Ranboo

Technoblade

Tommyinnit

Quackity

Dreamxd

Wilbur soot

Jschlatt

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@mcyt-peach - getting attention from author!reader

- playing fnaf security breach with them

- late night shopping

@peacheskimi - headcannon

@mothra-mcyt - reacting to young reader getting a weirdchamp donos

- reacting to reader sleeping with a stuffed animal

- reaction to reader who loves space and stars

@chippedaxe - demon mcyt hc (demon!mcyt)

@peppermin - favorite cuddle position

@rae-writes - ___ (platonic adult!reader)

- parental smp pt.1 pt.2

@god1ngs - petnames

@dsmpxreaderstuff - affectionate reader

@smol-cherry - dsmp w/ injured s/o

@lvyu - and we're live!

@basilly - lockscreen (feral boys + wilbur)

@the-emptied-brain-contents - how dsmp members would react to finally meeting you in person

@bozowrites - baby meets viewers pt 3

@beewastaken - internet brothers (Cc!benchtrio x younger!reader)

@dreamholic - wiping off their kisses

@satansmanger - kissing them while they're streaming

@akasuki - reacting to their s/o wearing their hoddie

@wrenqueenisboss - Chaos Is Not "Pog" (bench trio x older sibling!reader)

@kzuhasluvr - Tubbo + Tommyinnit with a skilled game developer sibling

@1sapnapsimp - walking in while their streaming/recording a video (platonic!bench trio)

@applekoshi - you are so gorgeous (cc! benchtrio)

@dsmpxreaderstuff - Reader losing/breaking their glasses

@crystalcow - oh sister of mine

@fandomlit - flirting 101

@etheriaaly - surprise, surprise

@wrenqueenisboss - bee hybrid!reader(3/4)

@beeindaclouds - C!DSMP reacting to Butterfly Hybrid! Reader

- Crew Boys with a Reader who has tics

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Ranboo

@ohlovejoy - falling asleep on them

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Technoblade

@isadora-larkspur - standing infront of them protectively

@milqueandsugar - your tea is ready (peonix!reader)

@sunniewrites - blooming season (flower shop au!)

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Tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - touch starved

- dating tommy would include

@livelle - hc and blurbs

- headcannon (c!tommy x filipino!reader)

- the greatest protector

@mcyt-peach - troublemaker takeover(sister!reader)

- speaking of the sister(sister!reader)

@for-memories-sacrifice - big man best brother(sister!reader)

- Being Tommy’s Sibling

@tapesfrom1980 - sisterinnit

@ze-maki-nin - Tommy dating an Artist! Reader

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Quackity

@mcyt-peach - knitting with quackity on stream

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Dreamxd

@god1ngs - headcannon (deity!reader)

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Wilbur soot

@lyssys - comparing hands with Wilbur

- wilbur revealing your relationship to people

@sabbaticalmain - streaming w/ clingy wilbur

@staticwritesalot - Dating Wilbur soot

@for-memories-sacrifice - Being Wilbur’s Sibling

- needy

@simpoot - knitted jumper

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Jschlatt

@mcyt-peach - flirting with schlatt

^ - being on chuckle sandwich as schlatt's s/o

#masterlist #content creator rec #ranboo x reader #technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #dreamxd x reader #wilbur soot x reader #schlatt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

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This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

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