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modelbus · 3 days
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Anyone else have a newfound love for this song and an addiction to task force 141? No? Just me?
To my mcyt readers: …I can’t explain. Just know that is ✨ different ✨ from my usual. (Quite Suggestive) To the COD readers I've attracted: I haven't played the games and reality is what I decide to make it (feel free to send asks educating me or info dumping <3)
Pairing: John Price x Gn!Reader
Too sweet
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Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well?
”Morning Captain.” The words are practically a ritual, although you know he won’t respond. He never does this early in the morning.
There were a lot of unwritten rules in 141. When you first joined, you fucked them all up. Continuously. More often than not, it was Soap who laughed at you while Price patiently explained why you can’t joke about Ghost being afraid of snakes.
This rule, though, only took you a few days to catch onto. The “don’t talk about the sleepless nights” rule. Everyone knew why that rule existed; you’d seen enough combat to not be that naive. You’d been there enough to wake up before the sunrise, to watch the sky bleed orange.
And that’s exactly why you don’t ask Price about the circles under his eyes. If he’s not up doing paperwork, he’s up for other reasons. You don’t pity him; being Captain isn’t something you could ever do.
“Had a dream that Gaz found a goat and convinced you to make it the base pet.” You continue. His lips quirk up, gaze turning amused, so you soldier on. “Then it ate Ghost’s clothes, so he kicked it out of the base and Gaz quit the task force over it. And Soap claimed he could speak to it, but I called bullshit on him and he disappeared.”
”Disappeared to where?”
“Hell, maybe? That’s where he fucking belongs.” You smile at him, and his eye roll—you pretend it’s fond—seems like a victory of its own.
You’re too sweet for me You're too sweet for me
“No.”
The finality of his word rings clear, but you persist. You were never too good at stopping before you crossed that line, never too good at giving up while you were ahead. Things, more often than not, ended up right as rain.
“Price—“ You try.
“You’re too young, and it’s wrong.” Never before have you seen a man so tortured. It wasn’t a question of if he wanted you, it was a question if he would let himself want you. And you both knew it. “I won’t take your innocence from you.”
You scoff, following him down the hall and out of the briefing room. So much for staying after to help him gather papers.
“I’m a soldier, hardly innocent!”
“Compared to me, you are!” He turns, and you automatically look up to his eyes. As you said before: tortured. “I’m harsh, and we both know it. You deserve to be with someone soft, someone who can be sweet with you.”
“I don’t want to be.”
From the second you laid eyes on John Price, you knew you’d never want to be. It wasn’t his age, although you never minded an older man. It was his passion, his care, his leadership and skills and everything else about him. He was magnetic, drawing you in despite everything.
And you weren’t blind to the way his gaze always met yours in a room, either.
Price sighs heavily. “Go to bed, soldier.”
Tactful retreat it is, then. “Good night, Price.” You murmur, turning away.
A pause, then another sigh. This one is lighter. “Good night.”
I work late where I’m free from the phone And the job gets done But you worry some, I know
Knocking twice, you don’t wait for Price to respond before entering his office. His light was on, shining out a signal to anyone in the hallway that he was awake.
”You’re about to owe me.” You announce, ignoring his groan.
“I was working.”
“And now you’re going to eat dinner. I had to smuggle these from the dining hall, you know.” You drop the napkin bundle you had made on his desk, opening it to reveal the food. His and yours.
“I was going to get food later.”
“Liar.” You sit in the chair across from his desk, grabbing a bread roll. “No drinks, because even I can’t smuggle that out.”
“I could get you in trouble for this.” He points out.
“But you won’t. I’m your favorite.”
Price reaches forward, taking his bread roll. Mimicking you, although he never puts his pen down. The paperwork spread out in front of him is just like every other night you’ve brought him food.
“Who says you’re my favorite? Maybe it’s Ghost.” Price smiles, and you beam back at him.
“Don’t insult me like that. I’m proud of my title as your favorite. I mean, I am the only one that you let lounge in your office.”
“Tenuously.”
“Still.”
His attention turns back to filling out his paperwork, leaving you to sit there. Per usual. You stay until all the food is gone, leaving him with only crumbs on his desk to show for it.
Sweeping the napkin and crumbs into his desk, you pause by the doorframe. His hat obscures his face, but you know he’s aware that you’re still there.
“Get some sleep sometime tonight, yeah?” You hedge.
“I should be the one telling you that.”
“Someone gotta look after you, Price. Besides, I’m not the one who doesn’t go to bed before daylight.”
Knocking at the door to signal your exit, you head out.
You treat your mouth as if it’s heavens gate The rest of you like you’re the TSA
"Never have I ever... been a virgin." Soap says, raising his beer.
"That's not how it fucking works." You argue. "You were a virgin at some point, obviously."
"You know wha' I mean."
"Just pick something else." Ghost butts in gruffly.
This is why you prefer not to play drinking games with the task force. Soap always ends up fucking them up first, and then it manages to devolve into chaos. For an elite spec ops team, 141 sure did struggle at these games.
"Fine." Soap groans, taking a drink of his beer while he thinks.
"In the meantime, I'll go-" Gaz starts, but immediately gets cut off.
"Never have I ever been a virgin right now."
You stare at Soap. He stares back. "I'm going to beat your ass for targeting during training tomorrow." You threaten him, taking a sip of your wine. You're the only one drinking wine here, but you prefer the taste of it over beer or whatever the others are drinking.
As you tilt your glass back, your eyes lock with Price's. You're reclined on the floor with Soap while he's in a chair, giving you the perfect line of sight on each other. He watches with dark eyes as you swallow, tracing your figure with a gaze so heavy that it makes you shiver.
In his hand, his whiskey remains untouched.
"You just need to get laid and then you won't be such an easy target." Soap is saying, oblivious to the tension simmering between you and Price.
"Unlike you dumbasses, I'm don't want to sleep with the first moving thing I see." You don't look away from Price pointedly. "I prefer to wait for the right person."
Ghost makes a disinterested noise from the chair next to Price, making you flick your gaze to him. He inclines his head slightly, well-aware of the thing between you and Price, but doesn't say a word. Thank fuck for Ghost.
"I'm heading to the bathroom. Don't set the room on fire while I'm gone. Soap."
"God, I didn't do anything yet!"
"Yet."
"I'll go too." Price says lowly, his footsteps tailing yours. It's not until you're in the hallway and out of earshot from the others that he speaks to you. "You're a tease, doll."
"I'm aware." You turn to grin at him, but startle at his proximity. He steps forward and you take a matching one back, your back hitting the hallway wall.
"In front of everyone, too." He murmurs, boxing you in. Your heartbeat pounds loudly in your ears, but not from fear. You know what fear feels like, and it certainly isn't the warmth pooling in your gut. "Begging for it."
"You know I have been."
His head dips, and just for a moment the bitter taste of whiskey invades your tastebuds. Your eyes flutter shut as his tongue swipes across yours, and when you open them he's gone.
Point, you.
As soft as the rain Pretty as a vine As sweet as a grape
John Price was everywhere.
His hands on your hips, his bookshelf pressing against your back, his mouth on yours. Every inch of him invaded every inch of you, and you loved it.
As it turns out, all you had to do was get shot in the field. A graze made well worth it by this reaction.
“Don’t you ever pull that shit again.” Price says into your mouth, hands tight on your skin like you’ll disappear. You’d worry that they’d leave bruises, but you already know your love looking at the reminder of him.
“Or what?” You taunt when he pulls back for air.
“Or I’ll tie you to my fucking bed.”
The threat lights your blood on fire in a way it’s never done before. Want, roaring strong, sears through you.
“Truly a terrifying prospect, the guy I’ve been waiting to ask me out finally taking me to his bed—“
He smothers your laughter with his lips and tongue, hand coming up behind your head to protect it from the shelves. You tug at his hair, earned yourself a low addicting sound. Yeah, you need to hear that more. A lot more.
“What’d medical say?” Price asks, dipping his head to trail kisses along your neck. Because he had been waiting to ambush you the second you stepped into his office, you never got to tell him.
“Um.” You struggle to collect any rational thoughts as he nips at your neck, his beard and mustache scratching your skin. “They cleared me. Wrapped it and said I was good.”
“And what do you think I have to say about that?”
Trick question.
You groan, but it comes out less annoyed and more like something entirely different. He hums in response before you can even be embarrassed by the sound.
“I don’t want to run for training.” You complain.
“I think you’ve gotten enough things that you want from me.” As if to serve as an example, he presses a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back. Not too far: his hands on your hips ensure he’s still got a hold on you.
“…maybe.” You relent, staring up at him.
He smiles, reassuring, and you know this is going to stick. “Pretty thing.”
“I know you are.”
“I was talking about you, doll.”
And you knew he was, you were making a joke, but the way he says it has your cheeks flaming. He laughs, breath fanning over your hair, amused.
“Let’s grab food from the mess hall.” He suggests.
“You? Actually grabbing food? At a reasonable time?” It’s a goddamn miracle.
“Yeah yeah, don’t rub it in. Wipe that smile off your face.”
“Yes sir.” You don’t wipe the smile off your face.
“I had my tongue in your mouth, I think you can stop calling me sir. Or Captain, frankly.”
“What, you don’t like that stuff?”
His eyes widen briefly. “Oh, you little—“
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modelbus · 4 days
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Enjoy some photos of this waterfall I’m sure nobody has ever heard of called Niagara Falls
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modelbus · 4 days
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Ten days since a mothy update??! (Dm the nickname, I think its cute.)
how are ya goin? Doin okay?
do you watch Niki Nihachu??
-✨🌌🌙
Has it really been ten days oops… I’ve got a newfound obsession with Hozier’s new EP, especially “too sweet” so I’ve been working on a oneshot for that. But surprise surprise it’s not mcyt! 👀 it’s call of duty, a game I’ve never even played 😭
Also Im actually about to take a roadtrip (literally in the car rn) and will have a ton of writing time in the car, so maybe tumblr will get treated to some photos of Niagara falls too :D
Ashamed to say it… but I don’t watch Niki. I love her though and I follow her on Twitter (or X if you’re a weirdo and can handle the name change)!
How about you? How have you been? <3
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modelbus · 14 days
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Modelll hru????
A few questions pookie, (the pookie is ironic I swear-)
First, how ya goin with removing Wilbur from cut chaos? I hope its not too difficult, (fuck wilbur soot.)
Second, if I requested in game au things is that smth you’re interested in? Cuz like I have a few ideas, but Idk if you write for !C characters! (I don’t wanna request things you wouldn’t want to write, saves us both the trouble C:)
Third, for requests, what do you find the most fun to write, cuz like I wanna get better at requesting things that give you motivation YKWIM?
-✨🌌🌙 Annon
Fuck Wilbur Soot indeed
I can definitely write in-game/C! Au’s! As a warning though, I don’t watch the QSMP. Currently, the only Minecraft SMP I watch is hermitcraft (from Grian and Joel Smallishbeans POV).
For requests, I pretty much find it fun to write anything. Angst, fluff, random funny shit. As like a lot of writers, I find that starting a request and getting that motivation can be pretty hard, but once I get flowing I really enjoy it. Your requests in particular are EXTREMELY helpful in escaping writers block because I’m able to just write and not think as much about “creating” plot points because you basically provide them for me lmao
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modelbus · 17 days
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eyup model!! Hru?? Hope all is well… but lets get to the important shit, THATS RIGHT! ITS ME, YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED FAVOURITE ANNON, ✨🌌🌙!!! Y’know, the one that writes SUPER detailed, SUPER long and SUPER off-topic-for-the-first-half requests!!!! (If I keep this up for long enough, you’re gonna have to add a ✨🌌🌙 Annon section to your master list. /hj)
that makes me think about when I first requested, I wonder how long its been.. I THINK my first req was Cut Chaos.. one sec lemme check………
AYE IN 4(ish) MONTHS IT’LL BE A YEAR SINCE I STARTED HARASSING YOU WITH MY THINK OF BRAINS!
been a while.. I’ll need to remember to write a DUMB request in june.
SO. REQUEST. YES. I DO THAT? I DO THAT.
okay so idk how to format this but here,
She/Her pronouns for plot. y/n is honestly, REALLY bad at pvp, she’s know amongst the SBI for being.. a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but the wolf has no teeth. She likes flowers, pastel pinks, purples, and blues, she likes cottage core dresses and corsets.. So on the surface she looks like a pretty, little, innocent streamer!… yeah, no. Sure, shes pretty as fuck, but little? She is SURPRISINGLY TALL. half the fan base is fully convinced EVERY photo shes in is photo shopped, but sure enough, shes 6’4! Innocent? Say the words ‘Arson’ ‘Crime’ or ‘Manslaughter’, and you practically summon her. (Every SMP she has been on, has in-fact seen not only her enemy’s but HER OWN, Builds being blown up and/or burnt to the ground AT LEAST, 3 times.) shes also know for her ADORABLE builds (shame half of them end in ash..), her parkour skills.. and uh.. being complete garbage at anything pvp.
Well twitter being twitter, a lot of sexist 12 year old boys, and Andrew tate fans like to be.. REALLY creepy and all ‘perfect house wife’ about her. (You get the gist no more detail needed.) While they may not know it(they ignore it/pretend its fake), she’s actually quite strong in real life, often picking up her friends in irl streams and running away with them as a bit (with consent ofc)! But in minecraft, that doesn’t really show.. so naturally being the absolute fucking queen she is, about a year ‘n a half ago, she decided she was gonna be fucking great at pvp. Naturally not telling anyone but techno (so he could teach her, duh) and avoiding all pvp for a year, lead to people joking about it more often.. this didn’t bother her, it was actually perfect, she had been getting better. Like really. Danm. Better. Practicing even without techno and on an alt, and at this point? It felt natural to be disappointed at a 25 win streak.. she went from 0 to about 30-40 average win streaks.. in a year and a half.. she was dedicated, okay? Her fans did notice her getting a little rusty at parkour but they just assumed she had been to busy to practice as much.. they were right but not about what she was busy doing.. So, she obviously invited the sbi, and a few other friends (Tubbo, Ranboo and Dream.) to play a custom pvp themed game, with the stream titled ‘I haven’t pvp-ed in a year and a half, and now I’m doing it again.’ where they were split into two rounds, (y/n and techno being in both but the rest in one) all in hardcore and spawned on opposite sides of the map, having 30 minutes to gear up, before pvp was turned on, and no going to the end, no other rules than one hour to be the last one standing, they could team, they could camp, they could use tnt minecrarts, they could go to the nether, anything. it was all game.
only two people expected her to crush almost everyone. I’m not even sure if those two people were expecting her to come second one round, and WIN the other.. but with her getting half the kills in round one and losing to techno in a final battle where she held her fucking ground like a boss ass mother fucker, and winning after techno killed Dream and she ambushed him after using a god apple..
lets just say after a couple things trending, a lot of fanart and A LOT of sapphic women going crazy, nobody dared to question her dedication to proving she was a fucking force to be reckoned with again.
(It also became a very popular running joke that she got more women than any other Minecraft CC.. you don’t gotta include that just- just make it cannon.. oops, dropped my gay onto the request lemme fetch that rq..) (yes, I wrote this y/n as my fuckin dream girl, I’m a simp okay..)
haha.. ha.. BRO AT THIS POINT I’M JUST WRITING A FIC AND TELLING YOU TO RE-WRITE IT BUT MAKE IT GOOD I- feel free to change what ever, the top half is mostly just context- even if you don’t do this request you should reply to it so its not lost to the void- I.. I’m sorry man I keep doing this to you-
OH WELL JUST PRETEND THIS IS WAY SHORTER THAN IT IS OR IGNORE IT IDC EITHER WAY HOPE THIS GIVES YA INSPO POOKIE (the pookie was ironic I swear-) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon
For our one year anniversary I’ll make a special section of my master list just for you bbg <3 also don’t judge me for this title I was STRUGGLING
Pairing: what the fuck anymore Actual pairing: Fem!Reader x Cc!Phil, Cc!Tommy, Cc!Technoblade, Cc!Dream, Cc!Tubbo, Cc!Ranboo
Flower Power
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You were pretty happy with who you were. A badass woman who just so happened to be the epitome of flower power? Hell yeah.
Fairy lights twinkle in the background of your setup, a wall full of vines and LED signs providing extra ambience. That’s not to mention the special keyboard—resin flower keycaps, they were on sale okay—alongside your setup in general. Even your mic had cute animal stickers on it. Well, except for the one Tommy gave you of his face? It was weird.
Right now, though, you aren’t at your cute setup. No matter how much you loved it, you were at least aware that you couldn’t send every waking moment at it. You weren’t quite that much of a content machine.
So of course you go outside to film vlogs with Tommy! Totally reasonable break from filming content: film more content!
Jokes aside, you loved hanging out with your friends. Getting dressed up just for Tommy to inevitably ruin it was practically your good luck ritual. The sheer number of skirts, shawls, and even socks he owes you is astronomical.
Today he had promised nothing messy (for once), so you took your chance. Pale blue corset embroidered with flowers and a flowy white skirt, you were practically screaming your aesthetic to anyone who looked at you. And Ranboo had given you a dandelion for your hair, which only added to it.
”Tall fuckers to the back for the photo!” Tommy shouts, and the poor bystander he roped into taking the photo stares. “Which obviously means me—“
“Get your short ass back in front.” You order, snagging his shoulders and forcing him in front of you. From your side, Ranboo snickers.
“Welcome to the club, king.” Tubbo tells Tommy before grinning at the camera.
“What the fuck.” He grumbles. “She’s hardly any taller than me!”
“Keep lying to yourself.” You put your elbow on his head, just to add insult to injury.
“Um, I got the photo I think.” The stranger says, holding Tommy’s phone out to him. He takes it without even looking at the photos.
“Thanks.” He says after you clear your throat pointedly to prompt him.
Seeing their chance to escape, the person just nods and hurries off without a single glance back. Probably glad to be rid of your wayward group of streamers and YouTubers.
“It’s a decent photo.” Tommy begrudgingly admits.
“It’s my cue to leave, actually. I’ve got plans.” Tubbo says, checking his phone.
“Why do you get more bitches than me?” Tommy whines.
“…it’s my mother.”
“And we all know I get the most bitches.” You jump in, high-fiving Ranboo blindly. You nearly hit his face, but that’s okay. It would’ve been funny.
“Oh shut the fuck up.” Tommy elbows you, all gangly limbs and pointy bones. “We’re playing Minecraft later, right?”
“Not me.” Tubbo reminds him.
“No shit. I was talking to these two idiots.”
“Hey!”
“I’ll be on.” You lean over him, looking at his phone for the time. “You’re aware we need to leave if we want to make your stupid fucking steam time?”
He looks down, eyes widening. “Oh shit!”
Just for making you run home, you blow up his house on Minecraft. For the fourth time. It was ugly looking anyway, nothing like your adorable mushroom house, so he was practically begging for it to be exploded.
It’s his fault. Always.
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“You really want to attack me from there?”
Your hands freeze on your keyboard mid-movement, making your character in game also freeze at Techno’s words.
“Not anymore?” You laugh nervously.
“Right answer. Try this again and I’ll pretend like I don’t see you.”
PvP training was going great, and by that you mean you’ve been killed every single time by one swing of his axe. It was no secret that you were bad at fighting. Your go-to tactic was to load up on TnT and hope for the best, which met… many criticisms.
And you were sick and tired of it. It’s time to reinstate your badass reputation and become a ruthless killer in a video game. Innocent bedwars players would never know what hit them! Hopefully, at least. Right now, you’re still working on that.
“Fuck!” You exclaim as Techno kills you yet again, the respawn screen flashing up.
“If you with to defeat me, train for another—“
“I’m trying!”
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@ GenericUsername Anyone else notice that our resident flower girl has been avoiding PvP… poor girl is TIRED of being flamed
-> @ EatingLipSkin She deserves it for how shit she is for dying to magma blocks that one time
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Slowly, so fucking slowly, you watch your bedwars win streak increase. Slowly, you watch your skywars win streak increase.
Somehow, against literally all odds, you’re learning how to girlboss PvP. Although when you told Techno that he seemed mildly confused, but you were definitely girlbossing PvP.
Which was exactly why you knew this stream was a good idea.
After a year and a half, you were hosting a huge stream with a bunch of your friends competing in a PvP tournament. Tommy insisted on there being a prize, so whoever wins gets the highly esteemed Tesco’s gift card you’ve had in your desk for five months. A battle of true honor, of epic consequences.
“Alright guys, so here’s my plan.” You tell your stream, mining some wood to craft basic tools. Everyone has 30 minutes to gear up, then it’s an hour till the winner is crowned. With the map having a small border, you’re counting on some cheeky kills from sneaking up on others. “I mine first, stock up on iron. Make a diamond axe if I can, but mostly go for lava buckets and backup gear.”
Your plan is put into motion quickly. With the new iron veins, it’s incredibly easy for you to get geared up within fifteen minutes. Venturing back up to the surface for food, you spot Tubbo without any armor killing sheep.
Perfect.
Sneaking to hide your name tag, you venture up a tree to get closer to him. You added a proximity mod, so you can hear him talking to his stream.
“We need lots of food, chat. All these guys— these guys don’t know the importance of food!” He’s saying. It’s a smart plan; if only you weren’t planning on killing him and taking his food.
“Hi Tubbo!” You shout, dropping down and killing him with a few swipes of your axe. “One down, just a few more to go!”
As people die left and right—most dying to you, to everyone’s surprise—you pointedly avoid Technoblade. The student will never surpass the master, after all. All your tricks came from his playbook and you really didn’t want to see how competitive he’d get for a gift card he’d never even use.
Dream was slain by Technoblade
Your eyes widen in surprise at the chat message, quickly stretching your fingers to press tab and bring up the list of players left alive. Only yours and Techno’s show.
“Oh no.” You breathe, freezing. “Oh God, chat. I have to murder Technoblade. I have to disassemble his organs and destroy his aorta.”
Suddenly, you’re paranoid as all hell. Randomly going into F5 as you kill cows, checking every angle.
“The student thinks she can challenge the master?” Techno asks, and you shriek in surprise as he digs up from below you.
“I fucking knew you’d say that! You predictable pig!”
“But you didn’t know where I was going to come from.” He points out. You know him well enough to detect the faint line of amusement in the words.
You groan, eating a steak. “Let’s dance, Technoblade.”
“Let’s die, actually.”
He comes at you with an axe, immediately disabling your shield. In retaliation, you swap to a fishing rod to lure him back in when he tried to run off.
As the two of you fight, you find yourself getting closer to your monitor, keeping your mouth shut as you concentrate. Fingers flying across the keys, you scroll to your lava bucket and attempt to burn him. By some miracle, he manages to avoid it and get a hit in on you.
“Oh my God.” You breathe at seeing how many hearts it takes. “Is that fucking enchanted?”
“Is yours not? Get good, nerd.”
You jump past him, placing a quick block to act as a barrier as you smack him with your own axe. Diamond, so it should make up for the difference in strength of his enchanted iron axe.
He loops around a tree, but you momentarily lose track of him. “Where the fuck—?”
As you notice your hearts depleting, you whirl around. Instead of doing the smart thing a retreating, you jump forward and crit him out. If he were any other player (cough cough, Tommy), he’d run. But he’s Technoblade. And all he does is crit you in return, killing you.
“Fuck.” You groan, leaning back in the chair.
<Technoblade> If you wish to defeat me train for another 100 years
Rolling your eyes at the chat message, all you can do is wait for the server to be reset with a new map and everyone living again.
You do the same tactic again, gearing up as quick as possible. It seems like other people have stolen your idea, but go about it in different ways based on the achievements. In the chat, you watch as Ranboo gets the achievement for entering the nether and then Tommy gets it right after.
“I will gift twenty subs if one of them isn’t dead within… five minutes.” You wager to your chat, laughing slightly. They’re still busy freaking out that you placed second last round, making you smile. “Guys, what’s wrong? You didn’t think I’d get kills? What am I known for if not manslaughter?”
A few minutes later—just under five minutes, might you note—Ranboo’s death message pops up. And then so does Tommy’s. Ranboo was killed by Tommy, but apparently Tommy burned to death? You can definitely picture his dumb ass walking into fire.
“Well… looks like I’m aiming for Phil.” You sigh. “I’d feel too bad to kill Tubbo again. But I’m not fucking with Dream or Techno— losing fights and all that.”
You start mining up to the surface, digging through some deep slate you had gone through. “Wait, is this wood?” You ask, scrolling to your axe to mine through the oak planks. You mine directly through a mineshaft, gasping in surprise. “Oh!”
There’s a chest in a minecart right in front of you, so you open it, hoping for some cheeky diamonds. You’ll even take wheat; food is food.
“Oh my God!” You shriek, probably bursting more than a few eardrums. “A god apple— oh my god! We’re fucking winning this one, guys! Cower at my name! But first we’re getting out of here before a spider kills me.”
You run around for a few minutes before stumbling into Dream and promptly running the other way directly into Phil’s house. Why he was building a house on a PvP server? You’ll never know.
“Oh, hi mate, what’re you doing?” He asks, hands empty of any weapons. You scroll onto your flint and steel silently. “Listen. We can talk about this. You don’t need to do this.”
“It’s too late, Philza Minecraft.” You answer, lighting some of the logs on fire. “Should’ve made it out of stone!”
Turning, you light the ground under him on fire then scroll over to your axe. He’s not expecting it, and although he gets a hit in with his empty fists, you still kill him.
“Just Techno and Dream left now.” You note. “Let’s just… hope they battle it out.”
To keep yourself occupied as you wait for the last five minutes before the borders shrink, you start setting cows on fire and collecting flowers. Poppies and dandelions fill your inventory, your little good luck charms.
“Alright guys. Someone go sneak into Techno’s chat and snitch on what’s happening for me.” You laugh, shaking your head. “Kidding, kidding. Don’t do that.”
Just as the one-minute warning pops up I no chat, Techno’s death message does. You gasp loudly, before grinning. “It’s my time to shine! I’ll avenge Techno!”
The world border starts to shrink behind you, but you’re already on the move. Knowing Dream, he’ll probably be in the center of the map. If you can catch him while he’s looting Techno’s body, you have no chance of losing.
“Stop saying good luck chat, I don’t need any good luck.” You grin, spotting Dream’s name tag. “I’ve got skill.”
Before you throw yourself at him, you eat your enchanted golden apple. If you trade blows, you’ll end up winning with the extra health. And two hearts is all you need.
“Ohhhh Dream!” You shout, catching him with a swing of your axe as you jump past him.
“AHH— what the fuck? Where did you come from?” He runs after you, making you do awkward jumping around to avoid his fishing rod.
“Stop! Stop that, I can’t— Dream!”
“Are you regenerating? Did you go to the nether?” He asks, and you can’t help but smile.
Because God apples don’t just give you extra hearts; they give you regeneration.
“I did one better.”
You hit him with your axe again, trading blows with him just like you thought you might.
“You’ve got to be low, how low are you?” He asks, hitting you again, but it’s too late. His body explodes on his death, his items flying out everywhere. You throw your chair back, jumping up and shouting.
“SUCK MY FUCKING DICK HATERS! I’M THE NEW PVP GODDESS AROUND HERE!”
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@ WomenLover MOMMY? SORRY... MOMMY? SORRY
->@ TheRealBIcon dont be sorry we all thinking it she HOT HOT
@ S4pph1cSarah Anyone else see that fanart of her winning the PvP tournament… woo boy…. I’m… not okay…
@ S4pph1cSarah A thread of the HOTTEST fanart I’ve ever seen of our beloved streamer <3
@ SmexyWomenNearMe Me: “where is she?” “Her parkour skills are rusty how odd” “she’s streaming less” Her: “Watch this fuckos I’m badass and a killer”
->@ TwilightReference ”this is the face of a killer Bella”
@ CottagecoreBadass Can we talk about how dedicated she is? Like yeah she’s hot. So hot. But she’s also insanely badass and commited???
->@ CuteBuilder101 Best type of woman fr fr ->@ StarAnon Cottagecore + badass + chaotic force of nature = her (my dream woman)
@ StarAnon She really just drew all the women lovers outta hiding huh
@ ThisIsTheWriter Idk if I want to be her or if I want her but man. Oh man. I’m so bi.
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modelbus · 20 days
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Idk man you just give moth vibes..
also yes I’m possessed by moths.
-✨🌌*Moth Emoji* Annon.
can’t believe there’s no moth emoji wtf…
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modelbus · 22 days
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Heyo! Hru? Writing anything fun? If you are I hope you’re having fun! :D I’ve thinking about name suggestions to help you find a new name you like.. some are very questionable but hey, I tried!
MothBus / MothBusses
(Look man its better than some of the others..)
MothOnABus / MothOnBus
(Idk its cute n silly!)
MothsOnABus
(Oh look theres more..)
BusFullOfMoths
(*muffled choking noises*)
(MothErMoth)
(Mother moth, or Moth..? Er- MOTH-)
MotelBus
(Like model bus but motel, cuz reading your fics is like staying at a really nice motel? (I’m reaching man))
VehicularMadeSeaOtter
(Like vehicular man slaughter, but a robot sea otter??)
BustedBusWindows
(Idfk)
BusesAndBooks / BussesNBooks
(Look man I’m trying, ik its basic.)
yeah I know- wtaf are some of those, BUT HEY SOME ARE CUTE YK..
(Personal favourite is MothOnABus ngl..)
what ever ya do hope this gave you some inspo!!
- ✨🌌🌙 Anon (everyones favourite Y/N stan / hater depending on what the story needs :p)
I read the first word and knew it was you. furthermore, are you… doing okay? It seems like moths have possessed you??
Wild thing about this is I’m wearing a Sea Otter sweater today, it’s the bisexual woman in me (known fact bisexual women love sea otters I don’t make the rules).
Anyways, the actual names. Motelbus: Lowkey love it?? Keeps the vibes, made me grin, but also what the fuck MothsOnABus: these vibes are consistent with my current ones, I could lean into the moth thing a little too 👀 but also. Moths. Is this you pushing mother moth onto me. Is. Should I. Concern?
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modelbus · 29 days
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so glad you’re removing wilbur I just found out, also when I refer to SBI from now on its SBI - Wilbur. So proud of shubble for being able to talk about it how she did, shelby is so strong man. -✨🌌🌙 Annon
Very glad you’re alright with the removal! Shelby definitely is so incredibly strong and I greatly respect her
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modelbus · 30 days
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As some may have noticed, I’ve removed Wilbur from my requests. He has quite literally admitted to abusing Shelby, which is something I will NEVER support.
I am aware that I have a popular series where he is a character (Cut Chaos) and I would like to say I won’t be ending that series. I will, however, REMOVE HIM from it completely.
Furthermore, my username. Originally, it was indeed a Lovejoy reference but now I’m just a model bus because I do like the username. Genuinely, if anyone has any alternate username suggestions, I am all ears though.
If anyone would like to talk or discuss, I’m always open! Hope everyone is doing alright <3
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modelbus · 1 month
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Hope school is goin well, just a reminder you don’t owe us posting!
while we ofc love to see you post, I think most of your readers would agree that if you post, thats hype! but if you don’t, that’s perfectly fine too! Your life and health is more important than us getting some beautiful content!
Ps. Sorry for sending so many long af requests-
-✨🌌🌙 Annon
Thank you so much! And I love your long requests, don’t worry <33
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modelbus · 1 month
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Okay so this is VERY OLD. As in, excuse the poor writing and savor the fact I posted please :). I was in Florida for the week (not my home state) and couldn't write so I dredged up soulmate au where soulmates share scars.
This has a POV switch in it, be mindful of that while reading!
Pairing: Gn!Reader x Cc!Tommyinnit - Soulmate AU
Shining Souls
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You used to love the idea of soulmates. Someone you knew was perfect for you? Sign you the fuck up.
And then you never found them. Whoever they were, you just hadn't met them yet. You know they exist, but not who they are. The sparkle of soulmates was lost throughout the wait for yours.
On your tenth birthday, the soulmate bond was cemented like it was for everyone. From that day forward, you'd share scars with your soulmate.
So when your soulmate gained a scar on his leg, perhaps a cut from a branch, you gained the same one. When your soulmate had a surgery, their scar was mirrored on your own stomach.
Likewise, the small scar on your palm from being stabbed with a pencil would've transferred. Or that time you thought It'd be a great idea to try and capture a feral raccoon and gained three scars split between your arm and your collarbone.
Even through everything that you felt like you've gone through with your soulmate, it's been seven long years of being alone.
But at some point, you had stopped caring. Stopped looking at every stranger to find their scars. And then? You started enjoying life.
You became an influencer, started streaming. Found your best friends and true source of happiness. And that was that. A soulmate could come later.
And then later became now.
You weren't disappointed at all, not upset. If anything, you were thrilled. Your best friend, your source of laughter and sunlight, was your soulmate.
Tommy was your soulmate. Tommyinnit.
And then you realized why you couldn't tell him.
Would you rather a soulmate you're dissatisfied with or to never know them? You were forced to answer the question for Tommy, and in the end you protected your own selfish feelings.
Tommy didn't know. He couldn't know! If he did, he'd reject you. That would be worse than any unreturned soulmate bond.
Because Tommy didn't see you in that way. From day one, it was pure friendship. And how did you know? How did you know your soulmate bond was wrong?
Easy.
You asked Wilbur.
In your most vulnerable moment, you messaged Wilbur. You're pretty sure he thought you had a crush on him, so that was the worst (although not wrong).
But the answer was no. Tommy only saw you as a friend.
So that was why you hadn't told you soulmate you were, well, his soulmate. Friendship was better than nothing.
The thing about soulmates was that it wasn't a guarantee. You could still choose not to date them, go off on your own. You could choose to be platonic soulmates. It was a scary gamble.
Hiding your soulmate bond was a lot easier than you thought it would be though. As long as neither of you got a huge scar on their hands or faces, you were set.
And then he had to ruin everything.
-
"A hot spring." You repeat, holding the door to your apartment open.
"Yeah." Tommy nods. "Come on!"
"I- I have to get permission, and pack-"
"Already got it." Wilbur says, waving his phone in the air. "And pack now. Two nights. Three days. Go."
"Wha-" you sputter.
Wilbur went above your head to get you to go, but why? He didn't know about the soulmate thing. Something weird was going on there, but you had bigger problems.
If you went, they'd know.
"Your parents said, quote, you need to get out of the house." Wilbur adds on.
Great. So you were being forced into this.
"Fine. Come in if you want, I guess. It'll be a minute."
"Bring YouTube friendly stuff." Tommy laughs, barging his way into your house.
Perfect. An out.
"I have Coke's in my fridge if you want one." You call out, running up your stairs to pack.
"Sweet!"
You pack as fast as you can while still being mindful of what you grab. There wasn't enough room for extras in your little duffel bag, so you just had to hope it'd be fine.
Just like you had to hope the entire vlog would be fine. Nothing would go wrong.
Right?
-
"Alright children, we're here." Phil's words pierce the fog of your sleep, drawing you out of its gentle grasp.
The car had pulled you into sleep at some point, and that was entire Tommy's fault. If he hadn't decided to tell you last minute at seven in the fucking morning then you would've been more awake!
Speaking of Tommy, your head was resting on his shoulder. You had actually googled why you two always seemed to gravitate towards each other. At tables you always managed to sit together, when walking you walked together. It was something with how soulmates subconsciously wanted to be near each other.
But he didn't seem to mind, so you took what you could.
"Sorry." You murmur, a yawn following. "Your fault for getting me up at the ass crack of dawn."
"Seven." He scoffs.
"Same thing."
"If you two don't shut up right now I will dismember you both." Tubbo complains, lightly hitting his head against the window.
"Calm down." Wilbur scolds. "We're here so you have to get up anyways."
"Fuck. Tommy, why did this have to be so early?!"
"Sorry man."
"What the fuck?!" You exclaim. "Tubbo gets an apology but I dont?!"
"You called it the ass crack of dawn." He teases. "He didn't."
"Fuck off."
"Get out of the car." Phil sighs, unlocking the doors.
They all stumble out into the dewy morning, stretching as they do. The hot spring resort actually looks pretty cute. You can't deny that you're excited.
"They don't allow kids to room by themselves so Tubbo and Tommy are together, and Phil is with Kristen who is coming later." Wilbur reports, reading off his phone before looking down at you. "So you're with me. Everyone cool?"
That's fine, you don't mind that. Wilbur's pretty cool to room with, if you have to pick an opinion. At least he has a concept of when to go to sleep.
"We aren't fucking kids." Tommy grumps, already vlogging.
"Yeah yeah." Wilbur waves a hand in the air.
"Let's check in, settle into our rooms, then explore the place." Phil suggests.
"Last one there is a loser." Tommy cries, running off.
"Hey!" You yell back, racing after him.
Tubbo's quick to follow.
-
The hot spring resort is cozy in a cool way. Cabin-like, yet modern. You hate to admit it but Tommy was definitely right about this being a cool vlog.
And the hot spring was even cooler. It was definitely hot, that's for sure. Someone had put LED lights in it, making it glow different colors. You took care to twist your leg away from the view of others, hiding the thin scar on your ankle.
A long sleeve swim shirt covered your others scars, much to your pleasure.
Tommy and Tubbo were currently trying to drown Wilbur while you warded off Phil.
"Look, a bird!"
"Mate, I know there's no bird."
"No, but there is. It's a crow. You're the crow father. Look."
"...I'm not looking."
Shit. Okay, you needed something else.
"Is that scar from Kristen?" You blurt, regretting it immediately.
This was the one thing you were meant to stay away from and here you were bringing it up. Phil's eyes immediately soften at the mention of his soulmate, their collective mother.
He brings a hand up to graze at the barely noticeable white line along the top of his forehead.
"Yeah, it was. She fell and hit her head pretty bad. I was freaking out for days."
There was a familiar fondness in his voice, one that you wished you could have.
His expression suddenly changes.
"I've never heard you talk about your soulmate scars."
Oh, shit. Okay, think of a lie.
"I don't have any." You push your hands out, creating ripples.
"Hm. I don't know if I'd rather that or not. At least your soulmate is being safe."
"Yeah." You laugh, albeit nervously.
"Help!" Tommy screams.
You turn around to find Wilbur holding him upside down, repeatedly dunking him in the water. Tubbo is too busy laughing to help so you start on splashing.
"Argh!" Wilbur yells, dropping Tommy completely into the water.
"Yeah bitch!" Tommy cheers once he stands up again.
Your eyes automatically find their way to the scar you share on your arms before darting away again. While your long sleeves covered yours, his short sleeves exposed it.
"Piss off, children."
"Guys, let's see who can hold their breaths underwater the longest! Phil, count us."
In the end, Tubbo wins. Turns out Tommy has the lung capacity of a fucking toddler, making you the second place winner.
By the time they call it quits, you're ready to collapse. Hopefully you do something less tiring tomorrow.
"I love Tommy, but he runs us ragged." Wilbur tells you, collapsing in bed.
"Oh yeah. And we'll do it all again tomorrow."
Unlike him, you climb into your bed with at least a little bit of dignity.
"Weird question, but don't you find it strange that Tommy hasn't found his soulmate yet?" Wilbur asks, hugging a pillow and tilting his head to see you.
Fear clogs your throat up. He can't know. He can't.
"He's always had them on the internet, so his soulmate should've been able to just contact him."
Oh. Thank fucking God.
"Maybe they're not online."
"Maybe. I feel bad for him though. He wants to meet them so bad. We don't exactly give him hope though."
Wilbur, with his scarred hands from guitar, and his undeniable pessimism about his soulmate. How would he react if he knew?
Riddled with guilt, you turn away from him and close your eyes.
-
"Let's get there first and-" Wilbur's eyes widen as he crashes into you, his bright red juice splashing over your very distinctly pale blue swim shirt.
It stains quick, and you hold it away from your body.
"Shit!" He exclaims. "I am so sorry. Do you have anything else you can use?"
"I didn't pack anything extra." You groan. Stupid of you.
"Fuck, me either. I'll go grab a shirt from Tommy or something, he always packs extra."
While he vanishes, you sigh and peel it off. Hopefully it wouldn't stain your skin or anything. Luckily, it didn't seem like it did. Little things.
Of course Wil had to get fruit punch. The worst possible thing to spill on you. Your swim shirt was definitely ruined.
"Got one." Wilbur announces, opening and closing the door. "I'm pretty sure it's merch for a band I recommended but I'm trying not to be hurt by that."
He holds the shirt out, and you reach to take it.
You can pinpoint the exact moment he sees. The exact moment things click together in his head, because the shirt falls to the ground. His eyes, wide and filled with betrayal, give him away.
Shit.
You had to do one thing. One simple thing. And you fucked it up. In the fun excitement of the day you had forgotten all about the soulmate scars.
"Wilbur-" you start, but he doesn't let you finish.
"You told Phil you didn't have any scars."
And yeah, you did. You directly lied.
"Wil-"
"And you're not just anyone's soulmate. I know these scars. You're Tommy's."
"Please." You beg, but you aren't sure for what.
"I thought— you always wore long sleeves. I thought maybe you were hurting yourself, but no. You were lying. You're Tommy's soulmate and you haven't told him."
"You can't tell him." Ah. That's what you're begging for. His silence.
"You're his soulmate!" You duck your head away from gaze. "Do you not like him or something?" He pauses. "Do you not want him to be your soulmate?"
He's got it all backwards, but you don't bother to correct him.
"Wil, I'm begging you not to tell him. Please."
"Why?" He asks, plainly. "Why shouldn't I?"
You open and close your mouth. There're too many reasons, too much to say.
"You can't." You just whisper, voice breaking.
He stares at you for a moment, clearly thinking.
"...the shirt has short sleeves." Wilbur finally responds.
"I'll figure it out. You won't say anything?"
"I won't say anything. You tell him after this vlog is over, though."
Time. Time is all you can buy, and not much at that. But you'll take it.
It'll give you time to move halfway across the world at least! (You're joking. Mostly.)
"Thank you." Your shoulders slump in relief.
"If he figures it out, I'm not going to lie to him." He warns you.
"He won't. He hasn't yet, right?"
This gets Wilbur to laugh quietly. "How'd you do it? How'd you keep it a secret? The soulmate bond must be itching for more."
Lifting your shoulders in a helpless movement, you shrug. "It is."
His eyes soften. "Looking back, it feels stupid not to have known. You two always did find yourselves together more often than not."
"I know." You laugh. "He's a clingy motherfucker."
"That he is. Put the shirt on and I'll meet you outside."
When the door shuts behind him, you hide your hands in your hair and tug. Hard.
It'd be fine. Everything would be absolutely fine.
Hey! What more could you fuck up?
-
Everything was fucked up and you hadn't even told Tommy. Wilbur's gaze was constantly on you, the weight of judgement heavy. Tommy wouldn't even look at you, like he knew you had done something just by your face.
At least Tubbo, Kristen, and Phil were all blissfully ignorant.
Tommy had set down his camera, claiming that he had enough footage, and they were now just having fun for themselves. You had to be careful though. Arms always pointed inwards, hiding yourself.
The vlog was over and the time was out.
Wilbur could say something any minute. He could ruin everything you had worked so hard to build up.
Soulmate bonds weren't just a signal of who was your soulmate, they were a connection. It could only be severed when both parties accepted they didn't want to be together, which Tommy and you hadn't.
Which meant that the bond, for every second you denied it, tugged harder. Wanted you closer. Phil and Kristen were an extremely close soulmate bond, meaning they could feel each other's emotions when they got strong, so at least there were upsides that existed.
"Tubbo! Race me!"
"Did you and Tommy get into a fight?" Kristen asks, wadding closer. Because of course Kristen noticed how you were left out.
"No." You deny.
You and Wilbur did though.
"I'll be right back, I need to plug my phone in." You smile, climbing out of the warm hot spring and heading away.
The second you round the corner, it all comes crashing down.
- Wilbur
He was so conflicted.
You were someone he trusted with his life, a pretty honest person, so this just didn't make sense for you. Besides, you and Tommy were so close! If you didn't have romantic feelings for him you at least had platonic.
So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn't realize Tommy is back from his race until he's getting splashed. Before he can splash him back, Tommy pauses and grabs his arm.
"Ow!" He exclaims.
"What happened?" Wilbur asks, reaching out with no hesitation.
Tommy pulls his hand away from his arm, holding it out. Five little crescent moon marks are bleeding. Not a lot, but it must be enough to leave small scars.
"Aw, mate." Phil sighs. "Did you do that?"
"No, I think it's my soulmate."
You.
You were alone right now and, by the looks of it, digging your fingernails into your arm.
"Glad they keep first aid kits around for times like this." Kristen laughs, holding it out to Phil.
"I'll be right back." Wilbur blurts out, hopping out of the hot springs and running off in the direction you went.
If Tommy was getting hurt, so were you.
- You
This was a mess.
You didn't know what to do; letting Wilbur say something was like a cop-out, but telling Tommy yourself was too hard. And then your previous choice of not saying anything wasn't available anymore.
God.
"You're hurting yourself." Wilbur says gently.
Your head snaps up in surprise. When did he get here?
You were a pathetic sight right now. Knees drawn up to your chest, red eyes from crying. So shaken by the idea of losing the friendship of your soulmate.
Finally, the pain in your arm registers. Your crossed arms had allowed you to pierce the skin with your nails without even realizing.
"Shit." You hiss, holding it out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Don't apologize."
It's already stopped bleeding, so you wipe the drops away.
"...is this about the soulmate thing?"
You nod miserably. "I know I should tell him, but I'm scared. I don't want to lose his friendship."
"You can be platonic soulmates."
That was true. Rare as it was, platonic soulmates existed.
"But that won't work." You whisper, staring away.
"Why- oh. You like him more than a friend."
"Yeah. And if I tell him about the soulmate bond then he'll ask and if he asks and I tell him it'll fuck everything up."
"How do you know?"
Trying to fit yourself smaller, you sniffle.
"You told me."
"...I did?"
"Yeah. It was about a year ago."
"Oh." He says softly. "I remember that.I wasn't- I didn't ask him. He always said he wanted to wait for his soulmate, and I thought you weren't his so... shit. Fuck, I'm sorry."
Wait, what?
That wasn't possible.
You had not been denying your soulmate bond because of something that wasn't even true.
"If it helps, I think if it were anyone, I'd want it to be you. He does like you, at least as a friend. I wouldn't be surprised if it was something more."
"What?"
Wilbur shrugs. "It's you two. When I grabbed you the extra shirt, he told me no at first. When I told him it was for you and not me, he changed his mind. I don't know for sure, but I'd say there's a pretty good chance."
That's...
That's all you wanted. A chance. If there was just a chance, you'd take it in a heartbeat. But what if Wilbur was reading it wrong?
"So, Tommy, huh?" Wilbur laughs.
"Yeah." You sigh. "Tommy."
"Good. You two need each other, I think."
"Kind of weird, but okay."
The pressure on your chest had been relieved, and you both smile at your words. The mood was effectively lightened.
"I kind of ran away so we should really get back." He sheepishly admits.
"Ran away?"
"Tommy started bleeding." He nods towards your arm.
"Fuck."
"Hey, it's okay. No worries. Just... tell him when you can. Better sooner than later."
"I will." And this time you mean it.
"Let's go then."
-
Tommy, ever the pianist, is playing. It's only been two days since the trip and whatever weird feelings he had that last night disappeared.
"Fuck yeah." He says, nodding. "I am the master."
"Sure." You roll your eyes.
His playing now done, he takes a seat on his bed next to you. Maybe even a little too close, because you can't unsee it now.
This was it. It was a rare moment where you didn't have a topic, and it was perfect.
"There's something you need to know."
Tommy can be serious sometimes, contrary to popular belief. Right now, he perks up, a serious look on his face as he waits for you to continue.
"Okay. What's up? Is everything okay?"
You'll kill Wilbur if he was wrong. For a second you fidget with the ends of your sleeves, contemplating.
"Um."
And that was it. That was all that came out of your mouth despite everything that you needed to say.
"Sorry." You laugh anxiously.
Tommy, noticing your moving fingers, grabs your hand and gives a reassuring squeeze. This. You didn't want to lose this.
But at the same time, you wanted to gain so much more.
"I'm your soulmate."
Tommy drops your hand. "Funny." He says in a way that promises he didn't find it funny at all.
"I'm serious."
"You don't have any soulmate scars."
This was the hard part to explain. Your lying. So you don't. You just turn your body towards his and tugs your shirt collar lower to reveal the scar along your collarbone.
"Wha- how long have you known?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
Your hands drop to your lap, this time enclosed in each other. You close them tighter.
"A year."
"What?" His voice has lost it's edge where he's nearly shouting, now just hurt. Shock.
It's worse. It's so much worse.
All or nothing, you've come this far. Right?
Right.
"I was scared?" It comes out like a question but you keep going. "Soulmates can choose not to reciprocate and I asked Wilbur-"
"Wilbur knows?!"
"Only for three days. I made him promise not to say anything. But I asked a vague question a year ago and..."
And yeah. That's it.
"You didn't tell me." He finishes. "You didn't tell me that we're soulmates. But we- we can be platonic soulmates! Those exist!"
Oh. Wilbur was wrong. But this was better than nothing.
"Yeah. Yeah, we could-"
Before you can finish, his lips are on yours.
It's just for a second, barely anything, but you freeze. That wasn't platonic. Not platonic at all.
"Sorry." He immediately apologizes, eyes wide. "I'm sorry. I just- I had to. One time. Then we're platonic. I get it, you only feel platonically towards me, I'll-"
"I only feel platonically for you?" You repeat. "What? You feel platonically for me!"
"...I think there's been a miscommunication."
"No shit. So... what?"
You're so confused. Did he have platonic feelings or romantic? Because you knew yours.
"So I like you. Like, really really like you. But if you don't... we can be friends."
Fuck, Wilbur was actually right for once. How long had he felt like this? How long were you missing out?
"No. I- I really like you too. I just thought you didn't like me!"
"Right." He nods. "So I can kiss you again?"
You laugh, and he takes that as his answer.
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modelbus · 1 month
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I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee
I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!
Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader
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“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“
The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.
“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.
“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.
“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.
“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.
“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”
“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.
“What’s an acronym?”
Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.
-
“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.
“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.
“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”
“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.
“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”
You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.
“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.
“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”
-
“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.
“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.
“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”
“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.
“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.
“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.
-
“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.
“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.
“We are when the when-ers.”
“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.
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You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.
“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”
“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.
“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.
“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.
You grin, laughing. “Nah.”
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“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”
“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”
“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”
“Oh.”
-
“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.
“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.
“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”
“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.
“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.
“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”
“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”
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“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.
“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.
“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”
“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”
“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.
“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.
“You.”
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“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.
“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.
“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”
“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”
“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“
-
“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”
“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.
“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”
“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.
“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.
“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”
“Oh, it’s certainly something.”
-
Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.
“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”
There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.
“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.
“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.
“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.
“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.
“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”
“I’ll just come get you, love.”
“You’re drunker than me.”
“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”
“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”
“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.
“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.
-
“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”
“Tom?” You ask.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up, please.”
“Whatever you say!”
-
<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins
“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.
“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.
“Have you?” You ask Jack.
“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”
“You’d what?”
“No, cause it’s my love.”
“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.” Jack says wisely.
“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”
“So many things. So so many things.”
-
When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.
There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.
"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."
He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.
Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.
"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.
"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."
"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."
You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.
"Five more minutes."
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modelbus · 1 month
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I am TWO followers away from 1k guys, holy shit.
When I hit 1k I’d love to do an event, but unfortunately I simply don’t have enough time in the day to do the writing for said event and I don’t want to push off my current requests. SO INSTEAD I was thinking about doing a little “about me” post! I know I’ve kept A LOT about me personally offline, and I’d love for yall to get to know me a bit better :) thoughts?
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I've done it guys I complied old writing bits and created a valentines post someone give me an AWARD. This is just gonna be a bunch of random snippets between reader and Tommy from their relationship <3 fluff for the day of love
Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader
Romantic Relations - Valentines Day Special
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"Wait, I'm- why isn't the pickaxe working?" You ask, looking at chat for help.
MCC was stressful as it is, you didn't need your computer having a breakdown.
Tommy laughs. "You have to claim the pickaxe, love." He explains softly.
"Oh. Fuck. Chat, shut up. Shut the fuck up."
"Love." Wilbur scoffs. "I'm sickened."
"I will leak your address if you don't fuck off." Tommy threatens.
Wilbur mutes.
-
"Freddie, you IGL. You IGL." Tommy laughs, leaning back in his seat. From what you can see of his screen, he's floating in air which means he's dead. He turns to you, your entrance not as quiet as you thought. "You okay?"
"I just wanted a gummy snake." You shrug, approaching him.
With a smile, he tugs his headphones down around his neck. "But I bought these."
"Your mum bought them." You correct, reaching over his keyboard to grab one out of the packet.
Haribo twin snake gummies, his favorite. You had quite literally never heard of them before meeting him. He has a whole package to himself.
"They're still mine!"
"Tough shit then." You pop it into your mouth, smirking at his expression. "Gummy worm tax."
"The rest are mine."
"You're going to make yourself sick."
"Small price to pay for these. Wish us luck?"
"Good luck."
You snag another one before waltzing out of the room.
"I'm not saying that." Tommy laughs. "Fine! Wait! I've got a message for you!"
You pause, turning back to him with raised eyebrows. You know he's on call with both Eryn and Freddie so they definitely just said something stupid.
"Freddie and Eryn say hi."
"That is definitely not what they said."
"That's the important bit, don't worry." His head snaps to his computer, eyes going wide. "Eryn!"
"…okay then."
You duck out of his room, another snake gummy hidden away in your hand. What a fool.
-
Tommy's in the room three seconds after you scream, eyes wide with his phone in hand. Another second and he's next to you, worried.
"What? What happened?"
"There's a fucking bug in the bed." You say, never taking your eyes off the bug.
Screaming might've been an overreaction but it jumped at you! Bugs weren't meant to jump! You were perfectly sane for screaming.
"There's a- what the fuck?" Tommy laughs. "You screamed because there was a bug?"
"IN THE BED!"
"I thought you were getting murdered!"
"I was! By this fucking bug!"
For dramatic effect you point at it. The sudden movement must startle it or something because it jumps again, making you flinch backwards.
Tommy's laughing louder now, placing his hands on your shoulders and lightly pushing you towards it.
"It wants to say hello!"
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO SAY HELLO TO IT!"
You duck out from his hands, crossing the room. "Kill it." You demand.
"It's just a friendly little fellow! Hello bug!"
"Kill it or I will move out right now."
Tommy pouts, catching the weird bug in his hands. "Come on, he's my new friend!"
"Kill. It."
"Say hello to it first."
Little shit. Fucking asshole.
You cross your arms, an empathetic no. Tommy laughs harder, opening the window and dumping the bug outside.
"Gone." He announces. "Fucking hell."
"Thank you."
"Big man Tom Simons saves the day yet again."
"My hero." You fake swoon, holding a hand to your head.
"I recorded that entire thing, so I'm putting it on Twitter."
"IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT-"
-
"I am not your crutch." You say, but don't move as Tommy puts a hand on your shoulder and uses you for balance as he wipes off his feet.
"Just stay still."
"I'm trying!"
He brushes off the sand before sliding his foot into his shoe, then moving onto the next foot.
"Hurry up." You sigh.
"I'm trying! Okay, okay, done."
"I can't believe you got that much sand on your feet-"
"You're about to have some fucking sand in your face!"
"Hey!"
-
"It's nice making them do all the work, isn't it?" Shelby asks, giggling as Tommy fake-lurches and acts like he's about to drop their food.
"Definitely." You agree, smiling at your boyfriend.
Wilbur isn't far behind Tommy, paying for all the food. They didn't order much, but you couldn't tell that from the way Tommy was acting.
Shelby was filming a "week in the life of" vlog, so you decided to all meet up and help her out with some content. You would do one, but you're not much of a YouTuber. Besides, Tommy's already done two since you've lived with him.
"Although if he actually drops that stuff Wilbur will kill him." You add.
"Oh, no doubt."
"Shelby Shubble!" Tommy calls out. "Shelby Shubble, why are you not filming me? I can be the star of the video!"
"I know! And that's why I've got to keep you minimized!" She exclaims.
"Me? Minimized?!"
Tommy sets down two drinks in front of you. One's yours, and the other is his. Both cokes, seeing as that's the superior brand.
The bag he drops in front of you is, again, both of your foods. McDonalds: putting multiple orders in one bag since it opened.
"Thanks, Toms."
He practically flings himself into the booth next to you, collapsing on your shoulder dramatically.
"I went through hell to get the food to you! Hell!"
Shelby starts laughing, and you roll your eyes. "Oh yeah? Did you see the devil?"
"I did! I did!"
"What'd he say?"
"He sounded a lot like Wilbur Soot—funny, that—and he said: 'Tom! Tom! You're the best man ever! The biggest! The only!' To which I obviously replied 'I have nothing on PhilzA Minecraft, thank you very much' but he didn't believe me!"
"Why not? PhilzA is the only man ever."
"He's the Devil, innit?" Tommy straightens suddenly. "Wait, you think Philza's the only man ever? Is he the best?"
"Well, if he's the only man ever…" Shelby jumps in. You nod along with the olders words, hiding your smile.
A hurt look comes onto Tommy's face, and he dramatically pouts at you both.
"Shelby Shubble, are you saying you'd pick Philza Minecraft me?" He waits for Shelby to nod before turning to you. "Aren't you dating me? Not Philza Minecraft?"
"Am I? I hadn't noticed." You hum, and Wilbur chooses this moment to come with his and Shelby's food.
"Wil!" Tommy exclaims. "Wil! I'm dating this bitch next to me, right?! Right?!"
"Uh-"
"So they should think I'm the best man ever!"
Wilbur's gaze sweeps over the three of you, and you try to imagine what he must see. Tommy, putting on the performance of a lifetime. Shelby, openly laughing behind a hand. And you, yrying and failing to hide your grin.
"I don't know, seems a bit controlling Tommy." Wilbur shrugs, taking his seat next to Shelby and handing over her things.
"Controlling?!"
Underneath the table, you nudge Tommy's hand with yours. Without missing a beat he entwines their fingers.
"Me? Controlling?" He continues.
Stealthily, you pick up a fry as he doesn't let up on his rant. Shelby nods, seeing your plan, and you throw it at him.
Tommy pauses, then bursts into laughter.
"What the fuck? You wasted a fry!"
At his words, the rest of their table goes up in a roar of laughter and happiness. Of course, the manager kicks them out for it, but it was so worth it.
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modelbus · 1 month
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Keep your eyes peeled, I may have a special valentines surprise 👀
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MODEL HELP-
i just typed a long ass message and it all deleted itself-
question, do you think you want to do another part on cut chaos? No pressure ofc, but I’d be cool! (I have a bunch of ideas for it I’ll send seperate (maybe) feel free to ignore them but like free crappy inspo man)
Request: Y/N is a part of SBI but they aren’t treated that great by the fandom or really the rest of the group. Its not like SBI MEANS to disregard the ‘hate’ towards Y/N like its nothing but they tend to dismiss or just ignore it, of course, they are still really close and care about Y/N, it still just hurts a little that they ignore it. But where the creators don’t realise they’re neglecting their friends emotions, the fans? They are fully aware they constantly joke about Y/N being the worst member of SBI. They are fully aware they also always ‘joke’ about forgetting Y/N exists. They are fully aware that despite Y/N being in as many if not more ‘SBI’ streams or videos than the other creators, they act as if they’re not actually a part of SBI. They are fully aware many of them aren’t joking when they say Y/N is not a member of SBI, or when they say they wish Y/N would stop showing up to streams. They are fully aware that the main ‘joke’ people think of when they think SBI is something along the lines of; “Whos Y/N?” or “Y/N is SO the middle child of the SBI, we all forget them!” or “Y/N? Ohhh you mean the one that’s annoying but its not funny!” .. When the SBI are streaming bedwars 2v2v2’s with a random viewer each game and that viewer happens to end up on Y/N’s team (and be an asshole) they, of course, decide to complain that out of every member they could be teamed with, they got the worst member of SBI! (Even though Y/N and techno practice pvp together regularly and the only person in SBI Y/N can’t kill is techno) While Y/N does what they always do and laughs it off with a SICK comeback (despite how much it hurts when they realise they expected that kind of reaction to being teamed with them), the rest of the SBI seems to snap as though that was their final straw (starting with tommy yelling ‘THATS BULLSHIT’ or smth) and all collectively go on a rant about how shitty most(?) fans treat Y/N, to Y/N’s surprise most of all of the fives chats are agreeing..? Y/N starts to realise maybe they aren’t as hated as they thought.. and maybe, just maybe, they are a lot more loved then they realised.
MODEL I’M SO SORRY MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS SO LONG-
Its funny how I’m not motivated to write actual fics but I can write 800 word requests-
LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK!!!
✨🌌🌙 Annon-
I’d love to write more for Cut Chaos! My writing has been all over the place lately because I’ve been really busy (school stuff :/) but I do enjoy writing for that (not-so) little series
Pairing: Gn!Reader X CC!SBI (Tommy, Techno, Phil, Wilbur)
Found Fury
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You aren’t unfamiliar with the term unwanted. If anything, you’ve burrowed yourself a home in the word, splitting it in two. Accepted yourself for what you are.
Quite honestly, if there was a record for ‘most hated SBI member’ it’d go to you. Actually, it wouldn’t, considering how most people don’t even see you as a member of SBI. The forgettable middle child, adrift alone.
There wasn’t much you could do except accept it.
Bothering the others with it was unfathomable. Besides, they’ve surely seen some hint of it. They aren’t quite that blind, even if Wilbur and Techno do wear glasses. And, seeing as how they haven’t said a word… maybe it’s best if you didn’t nag about it.
It’s not that you’re partial to the so-called ‘suffering in silence,’ because you really aren’t. But you’re uniquely acquainted with brushing things off, pretending that your friends’ continued silence doesn’t sting and that being excluded from the group isn’t heart-wrenching. In the end, who really cares what strangers online think?
You can ignore the messages in your inboxes. The emails to your professional email asking if you’re really a part of SBI. All the replies to all your posts. Every fucking comment on every video you’re in.
Sometimes, it piles around you so high that you can’t see past it. Words strung together to form sentences that rephrase ‘Who even are you’ a thousand times. Or the more creative, ‘How do you manage to be unfunny AND annoying’ mixed with a side of scorn. It’s worse when it trends on Twitter after a stream, but who are you to complain?
After all, you’re just lucky to be following SBI around according to Twitter. Blessed to be in their fucking presence.
For the most part, you just hire more mods. And they’re pretty strict with bans, so your chat tends to err on the positive side. Everyone else’s? Well, let’s just say there’s a reason you don’t have their chats open.
Today is no exception.
Bedwars with viewers, everyone being randomly set into 2v2v2. Tommy’s idea, although he’s lost every round that Techno wasn’t on his team. That was mostly due to you sneak attacking him while he targeted Techno, but still.
“POTATOMAN!” Tommy shouts, practically bursting your eardrums. “YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE!”
“Christ, mate.” Phil laughs.
“…my ears…” Techno mourns quietly, making both you and Wilbur laugh.
“We’re getting in! We’re getting in!” Tommy says excitedly, and everyone spawns into their teams.
Your heart sinks when you realize you’re with the viewer on white team. Their character, a potato in a suit, stares at you as you walk backward to collect iron and gold from the generator.
You’ve been lucky up until this far, always getting placed with one of the others. Logically, you knew you’d eventually be placed with the random, but part of you still hoped. Still dared to relax into the game.
Potatoman’s character stands there for a few minutes, and you buy wool with your iron.
“Funnel me the gold, Tommy.” Techno says calmly.
“No! Fuck off! This is my gold!”
“You’re just going to walk off the edge with it!”
“No I won’t! When have I ever?!”
“Last game.” Wilbur inputs.
“Wha— I was pushed! That’s different!”
A message pops up in game chat, and your eyes flick to it for a moment, too busy with building a bed defense. When you realize it isn’t Tommy’s death message (it would’ve been really funny, let’s be honest), you do a double take to read it.
<Potatoman> My luck omg
Your eyebrows raise. For a split second, you dare to hope that the viewer is a fan of yours. That they want to be on a team with you. Hope is a dangerous thing; it just makes things worse when it dies.
<Potatoman> Stuck with the worst member &lt;Potatoman> Not even a member fr lmaooo
Ah. And there it is.
Seeing the messages doesn't hurt; it's the fact that you knew to expect it right from the start.
That's not to say you're even the worst member, because in PvP you're a God. Hell, you and Techno train it all the time for fun! Even Tommy cheers when he gets teamed with you in PvP games like this. Being teamed with you for Bedwars was a pretty good thing, in theory.
Always in theory.
Because somehow, someway, you're never liked enough. Never enough for the viewers in general, even. Too annoying, too loud, too imperfect, too showy, too quiet, too anything. And you know to expect that feedback rather than to expect any semblance of compliments.
"At least the so-called 'worst member' didn't walk off the edge, unlike someone on my team." You quip, targeting your words at the viewer.
"Heh?" Techno asks.
"Oh, uh, nothing-"
"Look in chat." Wilbur interrupts.
There's a pause, then:
"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Tommy screams into his mic. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
"I'm agreeing with the kid here." Techno sighs.
"Actually, we really should talk about how the fans have been online. It's not even a recent thing." Phil says, his calm a stark contrast to Tommy.
"I've seen it a lot too. Let's be clear; everyone here is part of the Sleepy Bois. I made it, I make the rules." Wilbur declares.
"You did not make it!" Tommy protests, but Wilbur doesn't stop for him.
"To make it clear, we won't tolerate any hate of anyone in this group, especially not to the extent that we've been seeing recently."
Your eyes glance over at your chat, already stunned, only to have your jaw slacken when you see that your chat is spamming hearts and "YESYESYES."
"Guys, you don't have to... do this." You try.
"I'm pretty sure we do." Techno deadpans, and you can practically imagine the optifine zoom on his character's face he's probably doing/
"The fans treat you like shit, and we're all tired of it." Wilbur agrees. "It's stupid."
"They're all internet assholes." Tommy chimes in, this time at a reasonable volume.
"So from here on out, anyone who says mean shit to you gets banned. From all of our chats." Your eyes go wide at Phil's words, and you quickly pull up his and Tommy's streams to see what their chats are saying.
But... that can't be right. The outpouring of agreement can't be right. The fans all hate you, you know this. There's no way they're agreeing with Phil, Tommy, Techno, and Wil.
So you open Wilbur's chat, then pull up a YouTube tab for Techno's stream too.
Agreement floods every chat, and for just a moment you can't breathe. You were the supposed forgotten middle child, the one nobody cares to stand up for. But that was wrong, wasn't it?
You are part of the Sleepy Bois, and you're just as deserving as everyone else. Of the fans, of the support, of being able to open chat and not see overwhelming hate.
Of being loved.
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NOT THE SPORTS I’M ALLERGIC TO EXERCISE- *Withers away into dust like a vampire in the sun*
Gl tho hope your team wins as I do not care C:
-✨🌌🌙 Annon
I’m a sad little sports fan 😔
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