#tommyinnit x you fluff

[average-vibe]

valentine’s day blurbs

pairing: wilbur x gn!reader

genre: fluff

tw: cursing

summary: just a bunch of blurbs for valentine’s day :) lmk if you want a full version of any!

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“happy valentine’s day, love.” wilbur said groggily, wrapping a tired arm around you. you giggled softly, looking out the window and admiring the pink-orange glow the sky had taken on.

“look at the sky, wil.” you murmur, pointing a limp hand at the window. wilbur glanced, smiled softly, and turned his face back into your stomach.

“not nearly as pretty as you, is it?” he asked, voice muffled.

“if you say so.” you said, combing your fingers into his hair.

a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you, the TV turned low, the birds chirping outside, you could’ve been there forever.

“i love you.” he muttered into you, holding you tighter.

“i love you too.” you agreed, kissing him on the forehead.

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“WILBUR FUCKING SOOT!” you yelled, wilbur face popping out of the doorframe, a prideful expression on his face.

“yes?” he responded, eyes twinkling in a sinister way, the one you knew so well.

“where. is. my. chocolate?” you asked, trying your hardest not to smile at the smirk wilbur put on his face.

he shrugged, but the mischievous smile he had on his face betrayed his act.

“Did you eat my valentine’s day chocolate?”

“..maybe..”

“IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!” you yelled, hopping off your bed and chasing your boyfriend around the room, giggles filling the area.

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you blushed as your boyfriend sat a jar of pink and red roses onto the kitchen counter.

“Wil, you know i don’t celebrate valentines.” i murmur, walking into his arms.

“Yeah, yeah, i know. jus’ thought i’d get you something.” he replied, gently stroking your back, humming some song he was probably working on.

“how continent that it’s valentine’s day?” you add, smiling into his chest.

“hush.” he smiled back, kissing you on the head.

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“wilbur!” you call, stressfully looking around for him. for a 6’4 guy, he was surprisingly hard to find. especially in a room full of drunk and high people.

you didn’t necessarily want to be at this party, but after extensive begging, and a little bribery, wilbur eventually got you to go.

“wilbur!” you call again, catching the attention of many drunkards and potheads alike, all of which turn to you and either roll their eyes or smirk. you ignore them and rush upstairs where the drinks were located, grabbing a solo cup filled with water (at least you hoped it was.), and walked over to where they were playing drinking games. where you found your boyfriend, looking drunk, lopsidedly smiling at whatever game they were playing.

“wilbur, hey, cmon, let’s go.” you said quickly, tugging on his sleeve when you reached him.

wilbur looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, clearly wasted. but the sight of you with a hint of a blush, and worried eyes, and fidgeting hands, sobered him up. “love?” he asked, standing up shakily. “you okay?”

“yes, i’m fine, it’s just loud and everyone’s drunk, and you’re drunk, and i might be drunk and-“

wilbur cut you off by kissing you gently, earning cheers from whoever was around. “cmon, we can go now.”

needless to say, you were both nursing a mad hangover the next morning.

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AN: ALL DONE YAYYYYYAYAYAYAYYA

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[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

♡♡♡

There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

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[modelbus]

Imagine this with Tommy in the background of a group stream

OMG OMG OMG YES!! This is too good not to write for, but I kept it short and sweet.

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Fem!Reader

Beguiled In The Background

"What are you even looking at?" Tommy asks quietly, staring at you. His thumb rubs idle circles on your shoulder while you two lay there, almost in your own little bubble.

"Just Insta. I've discovered the highland cow tag."

"Cute." He murmurs, but he isn't looking at your phone. He's still looking at you.

You tilt your head downwards to meet his gaze, your hair falling like a curtain around you two. Now you really are in your own bubble, hidden from anyone else.

"You weren't even looking at my phone."

"Nope." His cocky grin paired with the tone of his voice makes you laugh.

Leaning down, you connect your lips in a brief kiss before tucking your hair behind your ears and resuming your Instagram scrolling.

"Hey!" He complains sharply.

"What?"

"Oh, fuck you."

"What?" You repeat, grin growing.

"You know what!"

"Do I?"

"Fuck. You."

"So you don't want another kiss?"

"Now now, let's not jump to things!"

You're moving to kiss him again when your phone buzzes in your hand. Looking up at your phone to see the notification, you open it. He groans, a vibration you can feel due to your position.

"That's just fucking rude."

"I got a notification!" You defend. "It's-"

You cut yourself off when you realize what you're seeing. An Instagram post by a fan account that's tagged both you and Tommy. More importantly than that, it's a photo of you two. No, a screenshot.

"...Us?" You finish.

"Us?" He echoes.

"Yeah, look!"

Moving your phone so he can see, you show him the post. For a second he just stares at it.

"At least it's a cute photo." You laugh, saving it to your camera roll. "And we're trending on Twitter."

Tommy turns his head, looking off to the right. "You fuckers have ruined our moment." He loudly announces.

You laugh, turning to see the stream he just interrupted. Three people meet your gaze, knowing smiles on each of their faces. Well, a knowing smile is on Aimsey's. Ranboo and Billzo's just look evil.

"Maybe don't be cute on our stream next time." Ranboo says.

"Yeah, get over here and actually stream!" Aimsey adds.

"Guys, guys, we have to give the straight couple some respect." Billzo jokes, nudging them all.

"No, this is my stream. I can disrespect them all I want. Get over here." Ranboo responds.

"Fuck off!" Tommy yells, raising his hand to flip them off.

"They are right." You sigh, getting out of bed. "Chat, sorry not sorry."

"Never even got my fucking kiss."

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[hatchetislostpog]

Wilbur and Y/n: *staring into each others eyes*

Tommy: *opens soda can*

Wilbur: We are having a moment

Tommy: And I'm having a cola

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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.”

#tommay tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit headcanons #tommyinnit x reader fluff #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit fluff

[wilbursprincess]

I have a better idea

trying to help sorrybur get his morph suit on cause he can't zip up the back

- 🎙 anon

“A Little Help, Love?”

Sorrybur x Female Reader

Warnings: Some suggestive jokes

As much as I love writing smut… yea, this is hilarious and 100% happened on set. My personal headcannon is he wore the jeans NOT FOR WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING, but because the morph suit was too short on his legs and he wanted to cover it up, by the way 😂 I know, I know, the smut writer not thinking about dick for once!

Fic below cut!

“Sweetheart?”

Wilbur’s voice distracts me from my book, and I glance up to see him wearing about half of his costume for today’s Sorry Boys shoot. It’s a lurid yellow morph suit, probably the worst color I’ve ever seen on him, and ridiculously tight.

I manage to swallow down the burst of laughter threatening to spill from my mouth. “What’s up?”

“I’m, uh, stuck,” he admits, trying to tug the fabric up a few more inches. “A little help, love?”

I allow myself a small giggle, setting down my book and hopping up from where I’m sat. “What’s with the… yellow?”

“Tommy’s idea,” Wilbur sighs, wincing as I tug the suit over his shoulders. “He clearly didn’t think about my height. I had to cut the feet off the suit to make it cover my legs, and now I’ve practically got my entire calf out.”

Glancing down, I see the frayed edges of the suit, confirming his haphazard job with some scissors. “Are you going to wear your jeans over it, then?”

“I’ll have to,” he agrees with a grimace. “You’re going to have to zip it up, too. Don’t get my back hair stuck in the zipper.”

Once the suit is fully on, I can’t hold back my laughter. “Oh. My. God. I’m surprised you don’t want to kill Tommy for this one.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I do.” Wilbur mutters, allowing me my moment of sheer hysterics as he pulls on his jeans. “Throw me my socks? I am not going barefoot on YouTube.”

Tommy and Charlie stick their heads in the door of the dressing room, both with their outfits on.

“Wow, someone’s looking bright,” Charlie laughs, taking in the full effect of morph suit, jeans, and socks. “Damn, didn’t want the audience to have a glance at the effect of a morph suit around one’s bulge?”

By this point, I’m practically on the floor.

“Well, can’t say it’s doing either of you any favors, either,” Wilbur lightly comments. “My girlfriend happens to like me in the morph suit.”

“Do I?” I manage through tears of mirth, making him pretend to kick me. “I’m kidding, Will. I like you no matter what stupid outfit Tommy makes you wear.”

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[justanormalfangirlx2]

Wilbur and reader constantly denying being together even though they are. It becomes almost a bit for them during streams?

-🧶

MY FAVORITE ANON 😍😍😍 I LOVE THE IDEAS YOU GIVE ME SM! PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!!!

alright so i came up with the idea for the title after that one tiktok audio that’s like ‘are you falling in love? i got a feeling you are.” that sorta thingy yk?

ARE YOU FALLING IN LOVE?:

2 weeks ago:

“welcome back chat to my stream and today we have the wonderful Wilbur Soot here, live, with us!” y/n says, giving jazz hands towards wilbur.

He blushes and smiles. “‘Tis I, the wonderful Mr. Soot. Today, we will be doing a laugh you lose!”

“I won’t lose because my humor isn’t shit, unlike someone’s handsome ass.” I grin, winking.

Chat started going feral.

randomusername: omg!!! are they flurting?!?!

simpforwilbur: SIMPBUR!!

y/nfan: look at the way they look at each other! it’s adorable! ❤️

Will and y/n look at chat, giggling and blushing. “Guys, we’re not together!”

today:

“hello fellow people, welcome back to another stream, i know, i know, two streams in a row? surprising! today we have a special guest! it’sssss y/n!” wilbur grinned, his cheeks dusting pink.

he read chat. “guyssss nooo! i’m not in love with y/n! we’re just friends!”

y/n giggled. “yet you moaned my name loudly last night. wow, you wound me, truly, did last night mean nothing to you?” they started to fake cry.

chat ate that shit uppppp

SAPNAPLIVE: Y/N!

poggername: omg 😳

Tommyinnit: i need bleach for my ears

wilbur groaned and shook his head. “chat! chat! that’s all fake! that’s all fake! i don’t like y/n like that! seriously!”

y/n laughed and nodded. “yeah, we’re not together, duh.”

after a few hours of streaming, wilbur came over to y/n’s place and tickled them. “you just had to throw that comment out there, didn’t you love?”

y/n gave them a smile and kissed their lips. “just for you, my dearest.”

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[ax-y10]

black out love

in which; you faint, and tommy doesn't mind

about; fainting, descriptions of fainting, medical conditions, good tommy, mention of yelling, mention of emergency line, mention of loosening tight clothing (nothing too bad), happy fluff good feels, tommy is supportive dude

word count; 305

taglist; @phxntomsdusk, @pheliiaa (ask to be added)

- he’s not judgemental at all about it and he’ll gladly yell at someone if they make a comment about it.

- he’ll joke around with you and if you’re fine with it, he’ll make silly little jokes about you fainting that he knows won’t hurt your feelings.

- he’d notice fairly quickly that you’d get a lazy, droopy face just as you’re about to faint, and he’d be there in an instant.

- he’d brought up the topic of saying something if you knew you were about to faint, and you’d both agreed for you to say “tom, faint” or something along those lines.

- when you first fainted, he didnt know you fainted so he searched up so many different things to see what happened

- he is always there to catch you or let you lay on him when you faint.

- if you get up too fast after fainting, he holds you head to steady you and lays you back down.

- knows you’re about to faint when you start breathing heavily randomly or you start sweating randomly

- will sit down with you and figure out why you faint if it randomly starts happening.

- you’ll realise it’s probably because it runs in your family or a health condition like low blood sugar, irregular heartbeat etc.

- if you have low blood sugar, he always has lollies in his pocket for you and himself because he has the same thing.

- but you have POTS, he will make sure that you sit down if you have been on your feet for a long time

- he always makes sure to loosen any tight clothing (without being too intrusive), keep your legs up with a pillow, and call 999 if you don’t regain consciousness after one minute

- all in all, your safety and health is his number one priority, and he sticks by that.

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[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.

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[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.

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[gizmo-writes]

The Witch | Siren!Wilbur Soot

This is a sorta au from the fanfic Tommyinnit's Clinic for Supervillains. I read this fanfic and absolutely fell in love. So I like wanted to make my own character and she is called 'The Witch' she is based off scarlet witch because i love her. But yeah. Tommyinnit's Clinic for Supervillains was created by @bonesandthebees i highly suggest you read it!

The Witch was a well known supervillain even if she was new. No one knew exactly who or what she was. She was able to control people's minds, was able to make them see things that weren't there and was able to make them do things they didn't exactly want to do.

After getting into a fight with Dream, everyone knew she was bad news. She hadn't exactly defeated Dream, no one had ever defeated Dream. But she was able to make him freak out thinking he was surrounded by a swarm of wasps before getting away. She had made Dream look like a complete fool, he had become the newest meme on the internet. And because of that, she was now Dreams number one target.

She didn't work with the syndicate and as much as they wanted to get in contact with her, they were unable to. She would just disappear into a cloud of red before anyone got the chance to even look at her. And no one knew if that cloud of red was some sort of mind manipulation or if she had some other powers people didn't know about. She was a complete mystery.

That was until The Witch had run into Siren, Zephyrus and Nemesis. They had gotten into a fight with Dream and 404, of course. After everything that happened between Flame and Nemesis, Nemesis had a pretty big target on her back. The Witch wouldn't have stepped in if she hadn't felt the need to. Knife after Knife had been thrown at Siren and even though he wasn't too bad at dodging, he still cut cut right in the arm. Nemesis and Zephyrus had been focused on Dream but it wasn't going to well. As Nemesis was about to use her powers, she was tackled to the ground by Dream. And as Zephyrus had gone to pick Dream up, a knife had gone right into his wing, sending him to the ground. The Witch wouldn't have stepped in, but she felt like she needed too.

As Dream got up, ready to destroy Zephyrus with all of his strength, The Witch stood right in front of him. Dream was about to punch, but his hand was stuck in the air and wasn't moving. He stared at her with anger but The Witch only smirked, "I heard you weren't a big fan of the wasps, how about something different?" She said. And as she stepped back, her magic flowing through her hands in a bright red light. Dream began to panic. "What the fuck! What the fuck!" He began to scream, it looked like he was trying to get things off of him. Once again he looked like a fool.

As she was about to turn away, and disappear right into her cloud of red, a knife was thrown. "Watch out!" Siren had yelled but it was too late. The knife had gone right into her neck. She was sure she was a goner. She fell to her knees. She was angry, pissed. She didn't care if she was about to lose the last of her energy, she was going to make 404 pay. With all of her energy, she summed up what looked like a ball of red light before sending it right at 404. One the ball hit him, he was sent into the wall of the nearest building. Siren, Zephyrus and Nemesis stood in silence. She didn't hear anything else before she passed out.

"Come on, Tommy, you can fix this." Siren said, pacing around as he watched Tommy's hands go to The Witches neck. "I'm aware I can fix this but with you hovering over me like a goddamned fly is not helping," Tommy said through gritted teeth. "Siren, calm down." Zephyrus said. "Calm down? Did you see what she was able to do? She's powerful, we could use her on our side." Siren said, looking at Zephyrus. "She did kind of save all of our lives.. the least we could do is save hers even if she doesn't want to work with us." Nemesis said.

Tommy's hands were on The Witches neck. He closed his eyes, focusing his energy on healing the wound. After a few minutes, he stumbled back. His head pounded and his neck hurt like a bitch. It burned like someone had scratched it. "I'll get you water," Nemesis said before walking off. "Thanks," Tommy muttered before leaning back against the counter. "She's not waking up," Siren said. "Give it a few minutes, she was just stabbed in the neck, im not even sure if she can talk." Tommy mumbled. Nemesis came back, handing him a glass of water which he downed within seconds.

"How long should we wait? It's been like 5 minutes," Siren said, growing anxious. "If you're so scared, use your powers. That woke Niki- Nemesis up pretty fast." Tommy said. Siren nodded, "Wake up," Siren said. Immediately her eyes flew open. "Jesus fucking- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" She yelled, her voice was gravely. She quickly moved back away from the group, her hands started to grow red. "I swear to god if you touch me- I-I will end you," she said, jaw clenched. She was prepared to fight. "No, no, we don't want to fight. We just saved you," Siren said. "Saved me? You saved me?" She asked. Tommy held up his bloody hands, "I got magic fingers." He said. She looked at him, confused but they couldn't see her face. "Did you see my face?" She asked, her hands still glowing red. "No, no absolutely not. We would never do that." Siren said. She stared between all four of them. "Why the hell did you save my life?" She asked. "Well, you saved our lives. If you hadn't shown up, I'm sure Dream would've beaten me to a pulp," Nemesis said. She spoke softly. It confused The Witch, how can a girl with such a soft voice almost have killed someone.

"Okay... can I leave now?" The Witch asked, her hands now turning back to their normal color. "Uh, not quite.. we would like to talk to you," Zephyrus said. "And you probably don't wanna stand up to quickly, you might pass out again." Tommy added. "If you're going to ask me to join The Syndicate.. I'll kindly decline. I don't work well with others." She stated. "You don't work well with others?" Siren asked. "No, I do not. So I will ask again, can i leave?" She asked once more.

In reality.. she worked greatly with others.. she just grew attached to easily. She had learned the hard way to not get attached to people, especially not other supervillains.. because 9 times out of 10 they end up dead. She didn't want to go through that again. "You're free to go.. but before you leave, let me give you our number." Zephyrus said. "Your number? Why?" She asked. "Because, we owe you one. So if you're ever in trouble, give us a call." Zephyrus said. "You owe me one? I think we can call it even. I saved your lives and the child saved my life." She said. "I'm not a child!" Tommy groaned. "Sorry, teenager," she corrected herself with a giggle. Tommy threw his hands up in defeat, "whatever." He said. "Then, we can call it even. But still, we aren't one to turn down a fight." Zephyrus said. "Okay... I guess it could be useful if i need the teenager again." She said. Tommy groaned at that. She stood up slowly, using the wall for support. "Uh, I'll see you guys around," she said awkwardly. "Be safe out there." Zephyrus said. "What? Do you think I plan on being dangerous?" She joked. "We don't exactly know what you plan on doing," Siren chuckled. "Good, the more mysterious, the better," She said. Then once again she disappeared into a cloud of red smoke.

"I'm confused," Tommy said, after The Witch had left. "About?" Wilbur asked as he took off his mask. The coast was clear so he wasn't exactly worried about being himself again. "So.. you said she made Dream see things.. then you said she threw 404 into a wall.. and now she just like teleported out of here.. how many powers does she have?" Tommy asked. The group went silent. That was a great question. "Well.. so far it seems like she has Mind Manipulation, Telekinesis and teleportation.." Phil said. "So.. she's like some super supervillain.." Tommy said. "Or she's a mutant?" Wilbur asked. "A mutant?" Tommy asked. "Mutants don't exist, they're like some fable created by Hero's to scare people about supervillains." Niki said. "So.. maybe she just has some power that includes all of those other powers?" Tommy asked. "Maybe.. but I'm not sure exactly what that could be." Phil said. "Me neither.. I've just never seen someone as powerful as her.." Wilbur said. "Ooo sounds like someone has a crush!" Tommy said, with a laugh. "What? No I don't! I don't even know her!" Wilbur defended himself. "But you want to know her don't you? You wanna take her on a date and kiss her and hug her-" Tommy said. Wilbur cut him off by kicking his leg. "Boys," Phil said sternly making the boys stop. Niki giggled at this. "Sorry, I just don't have a crush on her." Wilbur said, slightly pouting. Tommy continued to make kissy faces at him. The rest of the ride home was filled with Tommy bugging him about his supposed crush on The Witch.

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you nearly jumped with excitement as you lead your boyfriend into your living room, where chocolates, candies, red hearts, and other various valentine’s day items. the room looked like a party-city store had thrown up in it, with the balloons and streamers hung around the room.

were you being excessive? yes.

did you care? no.

you never really had anyone to celebrate valentine’s day with, and now that you did, you decided to make the most of it.

wilbur’s eyes lit up when he saw the room. his eyes couldn’t seem to find a place to stay focused on, and his mouth was parted into a small smile.

“woah..” he said softly, looking around the room. “all this… for me?” he asked, almost innocently. he looked like a kid in a candy store, excitedly roaming the room, picking up chocolates and candies and popping them into his mouth. then he looked at you.

“you did all this for me?” he repeated, smiling widley.

you grinned back, joy filling your voice. “who else would it be for, silly!”

the rest of the night was spent eating chocolate and watching movies, cuddling until both of you fell asleep.

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[poraphia]

"The Battle of His Teal Hoodie."

➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x student!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.5.23 | 751 words

➵ CONTAINING! oversized hoodie, facetime calls, reader is a university student

➵ SAYING! literally so self-indulgent. ive been studying for like an hour straight in the library and im still THINKING ABOUT THAT HOODIE BRO IM GONNA GET IT ONE DAY WATCH BARKABRKARK btw if u wanna be in my taglist feel free to message me okay mwa mwa enjoy

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When your boyfriend is over six foot and has an entire collection of merch where his name is plastered over cozy polyester hoodies,

you bet your sweet ass I was going to steal at least five of them.

College life wasn’t as romanticized as I thought it would be. Sure, the warmth of a coffee during a chilly morning while endlessly typing on my laptop sounded good on paper, but I guess I forgot to mention the endless due dates and upcoming exams I had to study for. I found myself buried in the corner of the university’s library on the quietest floor. I looked through my schedule, crossing out any assignments I already completed and also checking back on my classes to see if I needed to make any event adjustments.

My eyes felt heavy as I took another gulp of my caffeinated drink. My headphones shielded my ears comfortably as gentle sounds of a guitar strumming and a buttery voice filled my senses. A deep sigh escaped my nostrils before I sat back in my seat, slightly rolling away from the desk I was sitting at.

Bzzz! Bzzz!

I looked over to my phone on my desk before picking it up. I was welcomed by a picture of Wil with lipstick marks all over his face. Smiling, I swiped open the call to see my beautiful boyfriend walking around the busy streets of Brighton. I propped my phone up against my laptop to give him a full angle of me and the bookshelves behind me.

“Hey, darling, I missed you!” He smiled brightly.

“I missed you too, Wil. How was studio recording?” I asked. I pushed my laptop a little further back to make space in between me and my notebook. I took a colorful highlighter and started to go over my notes as he spoke.

“Studio was fine. We’re almost done recording a whole song for the new EP, so that should be exciting.” He chuckled. “I’m just heading over to Tom’s until you get out of school. Do you wanna get some lunch together after I pick you up?”

“Yeah, I could go for a sandwich and pretzel honestly.” I smiled, imagining the salty and buttery taste of the pretzel in my mouth already.

“Sounds good,” he confirmed. He took a glance of me briefly before doing a double take. “Hey, what are you wearing?” He asked. He held his phone closer to his face, only giving me an angle of his mess of curly hair and forehead.

“Hmm?” I hummed. “I’m just wearing my usual clothes.” I answered, oblivious.

“Now you’re just lying to me!” He laughed. “I see you smiling! Go on, stand up and let me that hoodie.”

With a defeated sigh, I stood up with my back nearly against the bookshelves so he could get a full angle of my outfit. I was wearing white tennis shoes, black shorts, but most distinctly of all, I was wearing Wil’s teal hoodie from his “Wilbur Soot ‘96” collection. The hoodie was nearly two sizes bigger than me with the sleeves going past my fingertips and my shorts just barely showing from how long the article of clothing was.

“Mhm,” he hummed. “So you decided to steal my merch, huh?”

“It’s comfy!” I exclaimed, hugging myself with the long sleeves wrapped around my waist. “Plus it smells like you, and it has your name on it! Wearing this is like screaming I’m the best partner Mr. Soot could ever ask for!” I went over and picked up my phone before holding it above my head.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He chuckled. “I’m going to steal that back once I pick you up.” He threatened, waving his finger into the camera.

“Over my dead body.” I stuck my tongue out at him. Wil scoffs, holding his hand to his chest as if offended.

“Oh, we’re going to brawl, just you wait.” He held his camera close to his eyes before bringing his lips to the camera. “Love you though!” Before I could say anything else, he hung on me.

I stared down at my phone. I smiled, tilting my head a little as I fiddled with the strings of my— or rather— Wil’s hoodie.

Maybe I should run to the gym a bit after class as a warmup.

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[modelbus]

OKAY BUT AND HEAR ME OUT.. Tommy getting so flustered over the reader's constant flirting. Tommy finally ends up asking if this just a /j or /srs, to which they cannot believe Tommy hasn't figured out by now that they so obviously like him. Very fluffy and sweet!

YOU HAVE BEEN HEARD!!! Sorry it took so long!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x gn!Reader

Flirting With a Fool

The first time you did it, it was subtle. You were too tired of waiting for the right time to confess your feelings to the blond, so you decided to let him figure it out.

So, subtlety.

Staring off with small compliments. Things that were basic, things that friends would say. But you said them just often enough to be a bit more than purely friendly.

A casual, “Oh, I like your shirt!” Paired with “Nice jacket.” But after a few weeks of complimenting him to the point you were saying something to him twice a day, you knew he just wasn’t getting it. He always stumbled at them, stuttering, but nothing else.

Obviously you had to increase your flirting skills. Where do you go when you don’t know things? That’s right, Google.

A full hour of studying the tips and tricks, the ins and outs, the lengths you could go, you were prepared.

The next time you saw him, you tried going for the slightest step up.

“Your eyes are super pretty in this light.” You had laughed, nudging him slightly.

For a moment he had just blinked at you, a light flush creeping up before he shook his head. “I’m handsome, bitch! Not pretty!”

“Come on, you definitely have pretty privilege.”

“I am a handsome man, never call me pretty again.”

“Fine! Handsome privilege!”

“I know.” Despite his egotistical words, you still saw the way his smile was all soft.

Later that same day you had managed to pull one out of your ass on quick thinking alone.

He had caught you watching him, smiling at his theatrics.

"What?! Why are you staring?!" He had exclaimed, waving his arms in the air. "Stop looking at me!"

"What?" You shrugged. "I can't help the fact you're cute."

There should be a world record for how fast someone can go red, because he definitely would've won it. And not a small subtle blush, a full face of red. He turned away quickly, and you congratulated yourself with how perfect that was.

You even flirted with him on stream where there’s a whole audience to point out that you're flirting!

“Everyone calls me the sun because I’m big and cool and awesome!” Tommy yelled.

From over the discord call, you smirk. This was just a perfect opportunity.

“And because you’re hot.” You remark, trying your best to sound nonchalant.

He sputters briefly, and you watch chat as they explode.

“I- wh- yeah! Of course! I am the biggest man and the hottest!”

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Tommyinnit. The fool who just couldn’t get a hint.

Clearly the next move was to take it even further. Google’s great advice was to have lingering touches, which had to be your next move. All you had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity!

For the next three weeks you found little ways to follow the internet's advice. When walking you'd walk close enough for your arms to brush, you always sat just a little too close, and increased the casual touches. Like touching his shoulder at a joke or leaning against him when you were being dramatic.

Seriously, you didn't understand how he wasn't catching on. While you were physically flirting, you kept up with the words. At this point Twitter had caught on faster than him!

You even held his fucking hand, and he still wasn't getting it. You were trying to get through a crowd, so you really didn't even think about it before you were grabbing his hand so you two wouldn't get separated. He went red but didn't say a single word.

It was more laughable than anything though, so you didn't mind too much. The increased flirting was starting to become fun. Still, three months took its toll. You were already starting to think that maybe you should just tell him. Technically you were already halfway there when you sent him that very clearly romantic song by Khai Dreams and told him it reminded you of him.

But, of course, Tik Tok came in with the final idea.

While you were scrolling, some video had come up of a girl giving advice on how to be obvious while flirting. Your dedication had leaked into your for you page, that's how bad the past three months had been. The girl had said to talk about the idea of dating, what the other person would look for in a relationship.

And you were going to do just that. With a carefully crafted plan of questions, you struck him post-stream.

Relaxing in his flat after a stream of his you were there for, the list crossed your mind. The stream was the perfect excuse to ask the questions you had planned.

"I saw someone in chat say they met their girlfriend because of a TommyInnit stream." You laugh, pretending to browse through Twitter.

"How the fuck does someone get a girlfriend off my stream?! I should be getting all the bitches!" He cries in mock-outrage, throwing his hands up.

"Maybe you're too picky with your bitches." Act casual. Act casual. Act so fucking casual. "What are you looking for in a girlfriend anyways?"

That was the least casual thing you've ever said.

"Uh." He chokes. "Well. I dunno."

You were too dedicated to stop now.

"Really? All the talk of getting bitches and you don't know what your perfect partner would be?"

"What, and you do?!" Tommy had played directly into your trap.

"Well, yeah. I figured everyone did. Like, I'd want to date someone funny, tall but not too tall. Around six feet would be best. British, obviously." Time to start listing his attributes. "Blue eyes are the best in a guy though."

"Are you- wait. Sorry. Are you flirting with me?" He sounds so confused, but all you feel is relief.

Finally! After all this time, all the days, he's finally gotten it! It was a bit sad that this was where he finally got it though.

"Finally." You voice, watching his eyes widen. "Only took me describing you for you to realize!"

"Wha- like, as a joke?"

If you weren't so dumbstruck by how dumb he was, you'd facepalm. Like, actually facepalm. But as it is, you can only stare at him.

"As a joke?" He repeats. "Or, like, for real?"

As gently as you can, without laughing, you say, "I've been flirting with you for real. For three months."

As his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, you finally just start laughing. After a second he joins in.

"I was really blind for three months?!" He exclaims.

"Yes! Twitter caught on before you! Twitter!"

"I'm so- I'm so fucking stupid! Why wouldn't you just tell me?!"

At this point, you couldn't even remember. "I don't know!"

When you both stop laughing at how stupid this all was, he gives you a tentative smile.

"So, like, you actually like me? Like like me?"

"What are we? Thirteen? Yes, Tommy."

"I had to make sure!" He protests. "But I, uh, I like you too."

Oh.

After three months of flirting, you hadn't actually thought about him liking you back. The game of trying to find more ways to flirt had kept your mind off the anxiety of his answer. Now that he's given you one, you aren't quite sure how to respond.

Luckily, to make up for his previous stupidity, he does.

"So, can I kiss you?"

The only answer he needs is your smile.

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[gayritory]

Chaotic dates- tommyinnit X !GN reader (cute!)

Summery- Ever since your first date with Tommy, things became chaotic.. That's what led to you trying to have a date without chaos happening.

TWs: obviously cussing, non-sexual penis joke, 1 mention of 'y/n

(No disrespect to em she's amazing)

It's been a few weeks since you and Tommy had your first date!! The first date choice was kind of strange... Most first dates are taken place at a fancy restraunt or movie per say. But tommy insisted that you both go to the zoo..

Most of the time was filled with Tommy and you making jokes about the animals appearance. But, it started going down hill when the heat started getting to you both, and fact the zoo was made on a FUCKING MOUNTAIN didn't make the problem any better.

After tons of walking for any sort of water source, you came to the conclusion that for some reason, food booths nor shops were open! You ended up asking a worker for the closest water source.

"They'res only one water fountain and I think it's up there" the moist looking teen employee replied.

"YOU THINK??? dont you work here??!" you yelled out in disbelief, not fazing the tired teenager but fazing tons of strangers giving you strange looks.

Your annoyance was understandable due to the fact the heat is causing you to smell like you belong in the zoo..

For the first time in forever, Tommy was the responsible one by ignoring the situation and dragging you up the death hill to the 'supposed' water fountain, you angrily mumbling incoherent words every step you took.

Fortunately, they're was in fact a water fountain- was it sanitary?

Absolutely not..

The water fountain was filled with some muck inside of it, and the metal drinking fountain looked painted brown due to the rust. Thinking you could outsmart a disease by just avoiding the surface, only to find out you were wrong since the water barely shot any water!

That thousandth inconvenience led you and Tommy basically sucking on the fucking faucet for some water..

Even though the drinking fountain was incredibly ghetto-it didn't necessarily stop you from using it since you both were dying out of heat and thirst. No deadly disease could refrain you both from drinking water.

No wonder this zoo was free...

Every date after that turned more and more chaotic.

The dates went from getting banned from the pier due to Tommy and you jumping off the ledge and into the ocean- to tommy breaking his arm on your guy's rollar skating date. He kept trying to impress you by skating backwards, which only led him bumping into an old woman, causing Tommy to break his arm.

Ever since those 'issues' you were trying extremely hard to think of a romantic place that wouldn't cause problems..

You just wanted to have your Wattpad moment...

On the other hand Tommy thought you just wanted a better boyfriend.

Maybe you and Tommy could take a class! That's what those cute TikTok couples do..

You were thinking of doing a cooking/baking class, but that's when it then came to your mind that either one of you would burn the whole building down. But, fortunately your prayers were answered since you came across an ad for a couples pottery class!

How aesthetic would it be to take a pottery class with your beloved boyfriend?

Turns out you were wrong- you wanted to make cups for eachother, but Tommy had other ideas...

After your persistent begging and a few threats , Tom finally agreed to making cups...

You minded your own business while letting him do his own thing since everytime you just looked in his direction he yelled at you to look away.

You were about to cry in frustration since every time you tried forming the cup it looked more like a kindergartener-made cup.

Thankfully Tommy noticed your upset state, and decided to ask a 'much needed question'..

"DO YOU WANNA MAKE THE BALLS?"

You glanced over to your golden retriever boyfriend and saw the ball-less penis that was in the making which was surrounded by tons of finished clay-dicks around him.

Since you were as chaotic as him, you helped him with his project- not even bothered at the fact he didn't even try to make a cup.

Little did you know that he tried like you did, he actually finished the cup... But he didn't have the strength to give you the cup since you always yell about how your relationship is not perfect. He then came to the conclusion that you wouldn't like his crippled 'cup'.

After all the dates, that went wrong, you realized that the only reason it's getting chaotic is because of the date ideas that revolve around doing something. To solve that problem you both decided to go to the movies..

A movie date are one of the most basic, non-chaotic date ideas ever.. What could go wrong? Your just sitting down..

Turns out you were wrong yet again.

But the only difference was that stressed out Tommy was trying extremely hard not ruin the date..

Tommy has been acting extra quiet while being in line for snacks, when you weren't dating he'd always ask you to buy him movie snacks since he's your "sugary baby" as he says. But this time you had to ask him what he wanted and you never have to ask! To make the situation even more strange he QUIETLY mumbled that he'd have whatever your having.

Right when you walked in the theater you knew you'd end up getting kicked out due to tommy comfortingly putting his long legs up on top of the chair in front ofy him, not knowing someone was sitting there. His feet we're basically in the person's face.

"toms you can't spend 1 second without causing problems" you jokingly said..

though tommy didn't see your words as a joke..

Everything went downhill from there when Tommy got a phone call;

"Y/n!!! it's tubbo!!!" he happily "whispered" like a little child telling a secret.

tommy was trying very hard to hold his "burden-ness", but all he wanted was to happily tell you that his best friend called.

awwww:(

Instead of excusing himself like a basic human being, he decided to answer the phone....

"HElLo?" he cried out in his normal "hello" voice- forgetting he was in the movie theater..

After a bunch of mean and disturbed looks, you snatched his phone and just hung up the call due to all the threateningly looks.

(When you both got home you had to explain to tubbo on why tommy hung up on him in the middle of his rant about his Minecraft server)

Since you wouldn't give Tommy his phone till the movie was over, the overwhelmed boy started throwing popcorn at you.. That's when a popcorn fight begun, which abruptly came to an stop by a employee..

Yep, you got asked to "leave the premises" but not only that: you both got escorted out by a group of workers.

The Uber ride back home was with Tommy facing the window on the on the verge of tears, mumbling about how he ruins everything.

Thankfully you heard him and put 2 and 2 together to realize why he was acting strange lately. So forgetting about safety you unbuckled your seat belt and scooted towards tommy-hugging him from behind.

After some silence of you embracing tom from behind, you decided to speak up;

"your not a burden tom" you softly cooed in his ear since you didn't want to make the driver uncomfortable.

The silence encouraged you to continue your words;

"i love the way we are together toms, and besides your not the only person causing chaos."

Hearing your comforting voice caused Tommy to start crying, letting out audible sniffles.

"but I am, this is like the thousandth date I ruined" he quietly croaked with his voice becoming more quieter with every word he said.

"what about this, how about we have our own movie date?" you said while being on the verge of tears.

So that's what led to you and Tommy having a movie date.

Right when you sat on the couch, putting your feet on the table in front of you- Tommy dramatically and roughly laid down and put his legs on yours.

"TOM? what are you doi-"

"your my personal feet holder"

you missed this side of tom..

The horror movie ended with Toms head rested in your shoulder, all while your legs are intertwined on the table in front of you.

The silence was randomly broken by tommy hoping off the couch and wobbling to wherever he was going.

Shortly the boy came back with his hands behind his back, sitting back down into the couch, facing his back on the opposite side of you.

Before you could ask what's wrong tommy abruptly placed the cup he was scared to give you.

You just stared at the cup in disbelief, wondering how you could ever get mad at tommy.

Your silence was starting to scare tom but you were too starstruck to realize it.

No emotion nor response was shown untill you saw a single tear drop leave Tommy's eyes, and that's when tons of tears started spilling out his eyes.

"you don't like it?" he sobbed.

this whole situation made tears well up in your eyes...

Without a second thought you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into your chest..

"This is the best thing i have ever gotten tommy!" you cooed whilst stroking tommy cheek that wasn't on your chest.

It was all silence except from the numerous amount of sniffles from sobbing tommy. The sniffles caused your heart to break even more..

"I'm sorry how i acted, bub... I don't want to make you feel this way.. if i ever found you as a burden i would've stopped being freinds with you when we first met! The only reason i wanted to have a 'romantic date' is so i can see how we conquer things together, i wanted to see how we are together. It turns out i love how we are. I love how you are" you truthfully confessed while still stroking his cheek with your thumb.

You knew you were close to bringing your toms back but you needed to confess one more thing.

"i love every single thing about you", after every syllable you placed another kiss on his forehead.

"really?" Tom sobbed out whilst lifting his head up to look at you with is bright bueatiful eyes.

"always." and with that you sneaked your head down, giving him a kiss on the lips.

That moment you knew that your relationship with Tom is the one thing you've been looking for in life, and the chaos is what you love about everything. You couldn't wish for anything more.

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[shubblelive]

— CUT THAT

summary : being an editor for the sorry boys means you witness a lot of embarrassing moments. but there’s no one tommy would trust more with them.

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

featuring : cc!tommyinnit, cc!wilbur soot, cc!sorry boys (mentioned)

request : @gaytoadwithapopsicle can you do being a feminine reader (they/them or she/they) in sorry boys! and it’s tommy x reader (romantic)

word count : 966

note : i made reader an editor cause i had this cute little idea and it’s not really something you see in fics a whole lot

it was late. everyone else had gone home, it was just you, tommy and wilbur. you and wilbur in your separate booths editing videos, tommy sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest as he scrolled through his phone. wilbur was working on the first video and you were doing the colouring for the second, and the three of you had lapsed into a comfortable silence in the few hours you’d been there.

but of course tommy’s calm state had an expiration date that allowed approximately three hours of quiet, and now he was getting bored.

“can we go home?” he huffed. “i didn’t even get a chair. i don’t want to be a floor boy anymore,”

without even looking away from his monitor wilbur pointed at the couch behind him. you glanced at your boyfriend, giving a sympathetic smile. “i’ll be another hour or so, and then i still need to wait ‘till i get a reply. sorry, tom. you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

tommy sighed dramatically. “i offered you a lift home, i’d be a bit of a shit boyfriend if i left you here alone with him.”

“i’ll split an uber with you?” wilbur offered, spinning slightly in his chair. “make sure you get dropped of first.”

“oi,” tommy said from his position on the floor, pointing threateningly at wilbur. “back off,”

you rolled your eyes affectionately. “sorry, the lighting in this prison was absolutely abysmal. there’s a lot to fix.”

tommy finally pushed himself off the floor and almost tripped walking towards you, looking at your screen. the part you were currently colour-correcting was focused on charlie and wilbur, and tommy nodded resolutely. “yes, there is a lot to fix there. i don’t know how you stomach it,” you laughed quietly with wilbur rolling his eyes, but tommy wasn’t done. “like, look at his fucking hair. it’s too long, i hate it. i know something else that is too long.” 

this time it was tommy sniggering at his own joke, but instead you looked up at him from your chair and said “how long we’ve been together.”

at that, wilbur burst into laughter, with tommy trying his best to hold back his own. he was spluttering while attempting to reply, and in the meantime, you decided to go back to your work. “anyway tommy. the amount of shit jokes of yours i have to cut out because they’re just not funny is so incredibly high, if anything it’s your fault we’re still here.”

“fuck you my jokes are funny.” tommy pouted. “at least my face doesn’t look like that.” he pointed to where you had paused on an unfortunate face charlie was making, and you scoffed.

“i have an entire folder of dumb faces you’ve made in videos that i’ve cut out,” you replied. “i just choose not to share them with you because i love you.”

“so you’ve been removing tommy’s face from the entire prison video, then?” wilbur asked.

you nodded. “the second you’re done with the courtroom cut i’ll go back and fix that one too.”

tommy was growing increasingly offended, hiding the fond smile he was directing at you. you’d been hired as an editor for the new group channel because of him, and while he’d known his friends would love you he had been a little worried. the two of you had only been going out for four months before you took the job, and at the time you’d only met wilbur. 

but when you first showed up at the office on the day of the first full production meeting, he’d been relieved that everyone loved you. seeing you get along so well with wilbur filled him with comfort, and he resisted the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead, knowing it would break up the banter you were sharing.

“you can talk, wilbur.” he spoke up. “your face is dumb and if i were you i’d keep growing my hair out so no one has to see it.”

“says the kid who got the same haircut as me.” wilbur fired back.

“alright, you two,” you stopped them. “tom, give me half an hour and i’ll be done? then i am all yours for the rest of the night.”

tommy reluctantly nodded, and went to go sit back on the floor. but before he could, wilbur spoke up again. “nah, you guys are alright. you should go home, i’ll finish the rest of it.”

you shook your head, pointedly ignoring the way tommy’s face lit up at the prospect of getting to spend time with you after a very long day. “no, will. it’s too much for one person. it’s my job, i’ll do it. it’s fine, really.”

“whatever i don’t finish tonight, we can do tomorrow,” wilbur encouraged gently. “we’re way ahead of schedule thanks to you. take tonight off, go do what the youths do.”

“yeah, listen to him,” tommy nodded eagerly. “he’s old and wise like a president,”

you looked uncertain, but the fond smile wilbur was giving you both was enough to make you cave. “five minutes to finish up? then we can go home?” tommy nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple. that night, when you got back to your flat, tommy immediately pressed his face into the top of your head, holding you close to him. 

“i missed you,” he mumbled. “i’m really glad you took the job. i love working with you.” his voice was low, and you knew he was being uncharacteristically earnest, but you couldn’t resist.

“i think i’m getting sick of you,” you tried, bringing a hand up to scratch his scalp gently. 

“no you’re not,” he corrected, closing his eyes against your touch. he wasn’t wrong. 

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