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poraphia · 8 months

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“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?”

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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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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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Hi toad been stalking ur account as usual and lemme just get straight to the point prompt 10 and theme 9 with Tommy done and love u

-💙

Let’s get it!!

Tommy X Reader

You and Tommy had finally decided to do a sleepover stream. He was starting to get clingy a few hours in. So as of right now the both of you where reacting to videos on media share while you’re sitting on the couch and he sits on the floor between your knees. You’re playing with his hair when a particularly funny video comes on, you crack up laughing and when you finally catch your breath you see to wide blue eyes staring at you. “Tom? Are you ok?” You wiped the hair out of his face and put your hand on his cheek. “I’m fine, you just have a really nice laugh” he smiled softly at you as you processed the compliment. “Can I have a kiss?” The question slipped off your tongue before you could even think. “On stream?” Tommy’s reply seemed both excited and confused, excited because 1.he gets a kiss 2.he gets to watch all the edits, but confused because you guys rarely kissed on stream. “Yep!” You nodded your head and he smiled. He put his palm onto your jawline and kissed you. You leaned in before the two of you pulled apart. Chat was running a mile a minute and the two of you giggled. “Chat, you lot act like you didn’t know we where dating” Tommy’s remark made you laugh a bit more and you ruffled up his hair. “Leave em’ alone Tom, they’re just having fun” He nodded his head to your comment before planting another quick kiss in your head.

-fin-

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modelbus · 2 years

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Someone requested a romantic Tommyinnit x reader at a haunted house, but I accidentally deleted it, so here!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader (romantic)

Haunted Hause

"I'm scared."

Tommy mumbles it into your ear, pretty much wrapped around you. It's like he's hiding behind you with the way his arms loop around your waist and his head is laid down on your shoulder.

"I'm going in with you." You remind him. "It'll be fine."

You're staring at the scariest haunted house in all of Britain. Wilbur and George had to pre-buy tickets for it, that's how in demand they are.

The problem was that Tommy, to be short, didn't do well with horror. Neither did you, but you knew you had to be here so he didn't chicken out.

"Come on lovebirds! Let's go!" Wilbur yells.

"Tommy." You say, smile evident in your voice.

He takes a deep breath before standing up with his persona on.

"Right. I am scared of nothing, ever."

"Of course not." You respond easily.

You head inside, Wilbur poking fun at Tommy the entire way. Somehow the two adults didn't seem scared at all.

"You two go first." Wilbur says, grabbing you and shoving you in front with Tommy.

Immediately he grips your hand tightly. The anticipation was definitely affecting the both of you.

"YouTubers, huh?" The ticket lady asks when you show the digital tickets. "Well, good luck."

"Wilbur, hold my hand." George says.

"Of course, George. Anything for you George."

While following the line, not even in the true haunted house yet, it gets darker. There's a clear transition between the ticket area and the haunted house, light purple wallpaper transitioning to concrete.

Concrete that was smudged a suspicious red.

"Who do we have here?!" Someone crows on the other side of the barrier.

They're dressed like a scientist but with smudges of blood all over them. Honestly, they look like an experiment went wrong. Of course the haunted house would have good costumes.

"Two couples?" He asks, eyeing them. "The others will be so pleased by this..." He continues down the line, making taunts to others.

Behind you and Tommy, George and Wilbur laugh.

"Did he just mistake George and Wil for a couple?" Tommy asks you.

"I think so." You laugh, throwing a glance at the duo behind you. "You're such a cute couple guys!"

"Thanks!" Wilbur exclaims.

"Cheating on Dream already, George?" Tommy teases.

You relaxe a little at Tommy's nerves rescinding, happy to bounce off his teasing.

"Who's gonna tell him?"

"Wilbur's Gogy's boyfriend now, he should do it."

"All of you shut up." George grumps, making you all laugh again.

The bantering passed enough time to reach the front of line, where everyone quiets down a little. Even Wilbur, who you knew loved going to haunted houses, seemed a little nervous. Guess that's what happens when you go to the scariest haunted house in all of Britain.

"Two couples... yes... I can work with this..." The lady scientist says, and Tommy's back to gripping your hand tightly. "One couple in that elevator, the other in the second!" She suddenly yells. "Go! Go!"

You and Tommy don't hesitate to speed walk into the first elevator.

"What the fuck?" He asks. "I didn't realize we'd be separated."

"Good thing you and Wilbur are recording." You say, nodding to the camera he had to strap to his chest.

"I don't like it."

"I'm sure-"

You get cut off by the lady standing right outside the elevator that you had entered.

"The other scientists are going to love you two! Try not to die like the last ones, alright? Bon voyage!"

The door slides shut, leaving you both in complete darkness. After a second the elevator starts to shake, getting more and more violent while an alarm sounds.

"Run!" A voice screams. "They got out!"

"Containment breach. Container A, B, and C have been unlocked." A robotic voice reads out, monotone.

"Oh God, it's coming for us! Doctor Banner, take the research and run!" The first voice screams.

"What about the new subjects? Subjects 1 and 2 are headed into the containment sector while 3 and 4 are going to the lab!" A woman asks.

"Leave them! If we want to get out of here alive, we need to go now!"

The voices stop along with the shaking, that horrible alarm still sounding.

"I am not scared." Tommy announces.

The death grip he has on your hand says otherwise, but you don't call him out on it.

"Holy shit." You breathe.

The door slides open, making you both jump.

"You first." Tommy pushes you slightly.

"Fuck no, I came here willingly for you. You're going first."

"Please. Please!"

Goddammit.

Slowly, you take the first step out.

From there it's a shitshow. Constant jump scares, but a really good story. All of the costumes and scenery are really engaging, especially when there's little audio clips. It's really well put together in a completely terrifying way.

At one point an actor jumps out unexpectedly, causing you to flinch and cling onto Tommy's arm. He just clings back, scared beyond belief.

After what feels like forever, you meet George and Wilbur in some type of lobby. While you and Tommy came from one set of doors, they came from the other. George looks downright terrified while Wilbur looks nonchalant.

"I guess we just leave, right? Then we've escaped?" Tommy asks, motioning to the door with his free hand.

"Not so fast." Someone says from behind.

You all turn around to face what looks to be a zombie, blood dripping from his mouth. He stumbles closer, a crazy grin on his face.

"You're not one of us, are you? Not yet. Those scientists never got their hands on you... but I will."

He leaps forward, sending the group back a few steps in fear. The zombie doesn't stop advancing, grabbing your arm quite gently.

Right, you signed some contract saying they could grab you.

You allow yourself to be taken away from Tommy, his eyes going wide as your hands disconnect. If you really wanted to, you could get away. The zombie's grip on you was barely there, just enough to suggest the idea of taking a few steps backwards. Either way, you're scared and take the steps.

A flash of light fills the room, and the guy holding you lets go and vanishes.

"Are you alright?" A woman asks. She's dressed as a scientist, even more battered, bruised, and bloodied than the ones you had seen previously. Well, the living ones. "Damn zombies... get out of here while you still can. I can't leave until I get the research I need."

Then, she runs through the door you and Tommy had come out of.

Tommy wastes no time before grabbing you and forcing everyone out of the haunted house.

The sunlight hits your faces, a stark contrast from the dimly lit haunted house. You breathe in the fresh air for a moment, letting your eyes fall shut. Never again.

"I am going to kill you, Wilbur." Tommy chokes out, and your eyes open again.

"And that's my cue to get the car." He says, wisely sprinting to the parking lot.

"Tommy, that's the last time I let you drag me into something without telling me what it is first." George says passionately. "I saw things I don't ever want to see again. I'm going to the bathroom." Then, after a second, "It'll be a good vlog."

The second that they're gone, Tommy pulls you into a tight hug.

"Toms, you're shaking." You point out, hugging him back.

"The zombie took you."

Oh, fuck. To him it must've seemed like the actor had ripped you away from him.

"He was barely holding me, I'm okay." You reassure him. "I let go of you and stepped back out of my own free will."

"I didn't like it." He says bluntly, but at least he's stopped shaking. "I didn't like any of that fucking haunted house."

"Neither did I." You admit.

Suddenly, he pulls away with a smirk. "I deserve a kiss."

"What?" Startled, you laugh.

"You scared me, and now I deserve a kiss."

With a stupid smile, you lean up and kiss him.

"WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO SEE YOU TWO BEING STUPIDLY IN LOVE?!" Wilbur yells, pulling the car up. "I HATE IT."

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joviepog · 9 months

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Materialist:

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( Click on anything underlined to read! :D )

Wilbur soot ♪

A new start -Wilbur comforts you after a breakup

As the sun sets -you go to a Lovejoy concert and then end up on stage with them

The longer I’m gone -Your cafe crush turns into more

Meant to be -You and Wilbur meet on a plane

Comforting tunes -Wilbur helps you after surgery

New Year’s resolutions -You and Wilbur start a new resolution

Sad neighbor -You help Wilbur after you hear him crying

Late night walks -you ramble about stars to Wilbur

Love or Host -You join Wilbur’s love or host

(Blurbs)

L’manburg au -Wilbur is in love with your talent

Sleepy Wilbur -Literally just sleepy wilbur

New neighbor -You start to fall in love with your new neighbor

Feeling sick -You go to a Lovejoy concert even though you are sick

Ballet reader x janitor wilbur -Wilbur watches you dance

Swing dancing with wilbur -Literally just swing dancing with Wilbur

Geography rants -Turns out both you and wilbur love geography <3

My love -Wilbur spends a whole week planning you a surprise date

With all my love -Musicianbur makes you a song

Made it -You and wilbur both win Grammys!

Love at first sound -You and wilbur write loves songs to each other

Mine -Vampire!wilbur and YN dance to a little song

Lovely night - You make wilbur a little date

(Siren)

“God, i hate you!” - Different situations of you and Siren/Wilbur with the same four words

People I don’t like - You and Siren go on a mission but you betray them

Ceux qui nous détruisent - your back story to my story lolz

(Series)

Click. -Your lifelong friendship with Wilbur turns into more

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Tommyinnit ッ

Cuddles -You become jealous but Tommy is there to help

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Multiple People ❥

Heart broken -How different dsmp people would react to you being broken up with

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Young Coriolanus:

Weakness -Corio realizes he finally has a weakness after so long, you.

(Blurbs)

In love -coming soon!

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None yet!

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ador3him · 2 years

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Helloooo

Could I possibly request a Tommy X reader where Tommy, will, basically all Da boys are vlogging and go to a cafe and reader is working there and Tommy has a lil crush and it ends with Wilbur secretly filming Tommy go up to you and ask for your number (successfully) :)

pairing: TommyInnit x gn!reader

warnings: none?? horrible flirting maybe LMFAO

requested? yes by anon

word count: 1.05k

a/n: IDKIDKIDK if i like this hejwgfgweif ANYWAYS HOW ARE YALLS DAYS??? IT STOPPED RAINING HERE ISH (and my work is making come in at like 430 tmr i think im getting waitress trained??? wooo!!!)

“Hello men, today we are here with Wilbur, Ash, and Jack in Brighton.” Tommy gestures to the beach behind him. Then someone walks in front of Ash who was manning the camera, “Well excuse you,” Tommy mumbles walking toward the camera. “What should we do, boys,” he asks everyone, Ash moves the camera as if he is shrugging, Wilbur points towards the beach and starts to walk over. “Beach!” Jack runs over dragging Wilbur as he dashes past him. “This could get a bit wild,” Tommy winks at the camera.

“Pebble fight!” Tommy throws a handful of pebbles at Wilbur, one hitting him on the head “Tommy just pebble brained Wilbur,” Jack laughs. “Tommy don’t throw anymore,” Wilbur took the remaining pebbles from him. “He is such a party pooper,” Tommy frowns at the camera which is ‘nodding’ in agreement. “Are you Jack Manifold?” a girl asks Jack. “Yes!” he smiles “Can I maybe get a picture?” he nods and gets Wilbur to take one. “Do you want a picture with me? TommyInnit, more popular and handsome than Jack” Tommy smiles at the girl. “I don’t know who you are sorry,” the girl walks away just like that. “What the fuck?” Tommy looks at Jack confused. He is doubled over laughing, “S-she, y-you, omg this is gold,” Jack is hysterical and can’t get his words out.

“Tommy we should go get some food or something I think Ash is hungry,” Wilbur takes the camera from Ash to film him, he just nods and gives two thumbs up, smiling. Ash then points to a cute little café just off the beach. It is a darker themed café with black rose bushes out the front with a deep purple exterior and the same on the interior. “C’mon Ash lets get you some food, Wilbur’s treat,” Tommy smiles walking off the beach with the three other men and into the café. The interior was littered with different plants and framed bugs. They all walk straight to the counter looking at the menu on the wall. “Hello,” Tommy’s smile is beaming at the worker who turns around slightly startled. “Oh hi! Sorry I was just making a coffee; can you give me two seconds?” they ask flashing them all their toothy grin. “Yes of course, take your time we aren’t in a rush,” Wilbur replies as Tommy is almost drooling. “What are you doing?” Wilbur whispers to Tommy shaking him out of the trance that overcame him.

Before he could answer the barista turns back around. “Sorry about that, guys! Do you know what you want?” they ask. “Uh- I will take a black coffee and a breakfast bagel. He will have a hot chocolate and a breakfast wrap and whatever they want.” Wilbur orders for himself and Ash knowing he wouldn’t speak, just point. “Hi! Can I please have an iced latte with one sugar and uh that’s it thanks!” Jack smiles. “Uhm- uh. What do you like?” Tommy stutters out. “Well, if you want a drink than I get the vanilla iced coffee. But if you want food, I like the feta and avocado bagel,” they answer pointing at the bagel in the display window beside them. “Can I please get both of them? Like the drink and the food?” he asks. “Of course, anything else for you men today and can I get a name for the order?” “No we are set, Wilbur,” Wilbur goes to hand them his debit card. “No, I got it.” Tommy slaps his hand away handing them his instead. “That won’t be too long,”

“Guys Thomas Simons has a fat crush on the barista!” Jack teases him as they sit at a table, Tommy just rolls his eyes in annoyance. Sure, they were cute and admirable, but Jack is crazy. “What was that?” Wilbur asks genuinely concerned as he has never seen him like that before. “I don’t know, they are just so cute and shit like I got nervous.” He groans. Ash types something on his phone and hands it to Tommy. “You should ask for their number,” he reads out, Ash nods. “Should I?” he asks the other two. “I mean I would! Who knows maybe they think you’re ‘cute and shit’ as well,” Jack says.

“Order for Wilbur,” they call out, the cups on the bench in a cup tray and the food in brown paper bags. “You going to do it?” Wilbur asks, Tommy just shrugs and gets up to grab the food and drinks Jack following him. “Thank you,” Tommy smiles at the barista- he didn’t even know their name, but he thinks it would be beautiful as beautiful as them. “Have a nice day!” they beam.

As Jack and Tommy sit down with their order Tommy decides to go for it. “I’m going to do it.” Tommy gets up and looks at the boys. “Can I film it? Good content,” Wilbur asks. “Yeah, use your phone though in case they say yes,” Tommy walks over to the bench. “Oh hi! Is something wrong with your order?” they look at him concerned. “No, it’s perf-right it good.” Tommy stumbles through his words. “I-uh I was just wondering if I could maybe get your number. You’re really cute and nice and- all good if not,” He rushes out. “Of course, do you have your phone I can put it in,” their face is bright red and their hands shaky as they take Tommy’s phone. They put their name under ‘y/n <3’. “Your name is beautiful,” he says in full confidence now. “Thank you, can I ask yours or am I going to have to call you lover boy?” they lean over the counter a bit. “I mean I guess I can’t tell you now.” He rests his hand over y/ns a bit. “Its Tommy,” he admits. “Cute, lover boy,” they smile at him. “Well, you better call me,” “I will,” “Good,”

Tommy rushes over to the table and shows them. “They gave it to me! Their name is y/n isn’t that gorgeous?” He gushes over them. They all congratulate him, patting him on the back. “I am so sending this to everyone we know this is gold,” Wilbur laughs at the stuttering mess Tommy is in the first half of the video. “I will kill you.” Tommy threatens.

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Soulmates

Ranboo & Wilbur’s Sister!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Platonic Fluff, CUTENESS, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Few of the many highlights of Ranboo’s trip to UK where him and Wilbur’s sister Y/N meet in person for the first time.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🤗 Hope this is your best one yet and I hope you spend it marvelously with people you love. Have fun on your special day and save me a slice of cake 😉 I hope you like my birthday gift for you! Wish you a long life full of success and happiness 🌺 Lots of love, Vy ❤

The day Y/N mistakably wandered into Wilbur’s recording room, assuming he wasn’t streaming, to complain about her then-boyfriend who had pissed her the hell off should be written down in history.

Because that’s the day Y/N met Ranboo. That’s the day Tommy and Wilbur knew that a beast of a friendship has been kindled.

Oh, if only they knew that their terminology didn’t even scratch the surface.

A few months of daily texting, video chats and calls between him and Y/N, much to the surprise of both his friends, Ranboo called them one beautiful grey morning, asking for one of them to haul ass as soon as possible and pick him up from the airport.

Y/N, who overheard the call because of how loud the boy had to yell to outshout the wind howling outside, took the ‘as soon as possible’ part super seriously, therefore ushering her brother into the car, speeding a little over the speed limit - with thankfully no repercussions - towards what turned out to be the best weekend of her entire life. Now, eighteen years might not be a long time, but if we consider what memories of these past eighteen years will stick out in her memory in the future eighteen years, this weekend will definitely be at the top.

Little did she know at the time that the same would apply for Ranboo, but also for the people who watched the vlogs Tommy and Wilbur shot while touring their friend around the beauty of London and Brighton - sights he saw so little of considering his eyes were so transfixed on the girl who he found to be his literal soulmate.

Allow me to give you a few examples in chronological order.

The Airport, Friday 29.04.2022, 10:30 AM

You know those moments in rom-coms when one character meets the other at the airport after being apart for what to them felt like an eternity? Ok, now imagine that exact thing but between two friends. Got the mental image? If not, don’t worry, I’ll describe it to you.

Wilbur has barely parks the car when Y/N leaps out of the backseat, scaring the driver and Tommy, who is in the passenger seat senseless. Her brother has every intention of scolding her when he too gets out of the car but is stopped by what he sees - the wholesomeness of the scene in front of him.

Just like in those cheesy movies, Ranboo has abandoned his luggage to catch the excited girl, locking her in his embrace as he spins her around, provoking a fit of giggles from her as she holds onto him for dear life.

Only once he’s set her down the height difference becomes explicitly visible, standing at a foot and then some, forcing Y/N to crane her neck every time she tries to look the boy in the eyes.

“So, if I run at you at max speed, I’ll get the same treatment?“ Being the last to emerge from the vehicle, Tommy calls out to Ranboo from afar, as if giving himself time and space to pick up speed if he gets an affirmative answer.

“Don’t even think about it!“ Ranboo sticks out the arm that isn’t wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders to signal for Tommy to not pull a stunt like that, “Special treatment for special people.“

“Oh you...“ The blond starts but is cut off by the second tree-of-a-man present.

“Let it go, Tommy. At least you’re not the luggage boy.“ He hisses, turning his gaze at his sister and her new best friend as he picks up the aforementioned abandoned luggage.

Neither of them notice though, both turned to one another as they’ve already started a random conversation. That’s how the other two Brits immediately know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend for all parties involved...

The Soot Home, Friday 29.04.2022, 09:00 PM

The plan was to watch a movie before Tommy has to go home for the night despite being invited to stay over countless times. Yes, that was the plan. However, what this night inevitably turned into is a recreation of the moment in the cinema when a couple of people sitting close to you just keep chatting, albeit in hushed whispers, it’s still distracting.

In Ranboo and Y/N’s defense, though, the movie is hella boring. Even Wilbur and Tommy started drifting off about half an hour into it but still, as the oldest of the bunch, the first-born Soot frequently felt the need to shush his sister and his friend, more as to not wake up the sleeping Tommy than for him to be able to hear the dialog in the movie.

But, as you could probably imagine, the warning has effect for about two minutes before the two break out in chatter.

“Ok, with the speed we’re going at we’ll find solutions to all the world’s problems. But before we stray that far, tell me: what places do you wanna visit specifically?“ Y/N asks the American who, unbeknownst to her, is having a really hard time registering her words because of how awed he is by her accent. It’s far from his first time being faced with the charm of Brits, but man, yours is on a whole new level.

That’s why he takes a moment or two to respond, pretending he’s thinking up an answer when in reality he’s picking up the fragments of what he did hear you say, trying to fit them together to form what is it you probably said, “Um...well, wherever you think it’s a worthy place to take me to I’m all cool with.” He follows that up with an unspoken: “As long as you’re the tour guide, I’ll be happy anywhere.”

Y/N bites her lip, gaze growing a bit unfocused as if she’s racking through her memories to find a place she thinks is worth a visit and a place he’d also enjoy visiting.

Before she can think any better of it, she blurts out: “My favorite place in London is the pier my the bridge. The actual bridge is pretty nice, but I love the pier, you can see the cutest sailboats and, if the weather is gloomy - which it always is - in the late afternoon, they turn on the decorative lights. I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a prettier sight.” She pauses for a second to catch her breath and put her gushing on hold for the purpose of realism, “But it’ll probably be too windy so...”

“So that’s where we’re going. Wind be damned.“ Ranboo says without missing a beat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles fondly at this bubbly girl who’s currently exhibiting the most innocent and child-like joy with her sparkling eyes and the grin on her face.

She straightens in her seat, enough to be able to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The pier will need to take the second place on the list of things worthy of Ranboo’s attention tomorrow. In fact, that will be the last thing he’s looking at if Y/N will be this happy all throughout the journey.

Her smile, her happiness - it’s a sight he doesn’t want to leave without embedding into his brain first.

The following morning...

“So much for going home.“ Wilbur says to Tommy who’s just awoken from his spot on the floor where they’d littered a bunch of pillows for him to be comfortable while watching the movie the night before.

He too had dozed off on the couch, somewhere near the hour mark of the movie so he hadn’t thought to wake up his friend, nor had he noticed the other two cuddled up eighteen-year-olds on the opposite end of the couch who too had fallen asleep, just significantly later than the other two.

With a single conspiratorial smile exchanged between the two blondes, the taller one goes and grabs a polaroid camera - gifted to him by Y/N - and snaps a picture of the two slumbering friends.

Project ‘Memories in the making’ has commenced.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 12:30 PM

“Before you go and make fun of out hair in the comments just know that this entire expedition was Y/N’s idea! Y/N!“ Tommy, whose arm is already starting to go sore from holding his camera up vlogger style, looks over his shoulder to seek out the perpetrator of the crime against his and Wilbur’s hair.

He finds that she’s occupied with something at the moment.

With what?

Well, her and Ranboo have fallen behind but it’s not even a surprise anymore. They’ve taken stop after stop, just to talk, each time bringing Wilbur and Tommy, the parents of the group, closer to shoving them back in the car and driving them home. Although they probably wouldn’t find anything wrong with that either.

As of what Y/N’s occupied with - she’s standing on a bench to give her some leveling with Ranboo’s height. Her hair is just as wild as theirs and so is Ranboo’s but Y/N’s currently tending to the case with the power of hair clips, using them to keep the boy’s hair out of his eyes. To top it all off, they’re butterfly and flower shaped so the sight of Ranboo once the girl has finished with her work is that much more adorable.

As annoying as Wilbur’s been pretending to find these two all this time, he can’t help but smile. He hasn’t seen his sister this happy in what feels like forever. It’s a moment he wants to commemorate for their sake as well as his.

And so he takes a few more pictures - one while Y/N’s still working with Ranboo’s mess of hair; another when he looks at himself with his phone’s front camera and they both burst out laughing; and a third one when he picks the girl up in his arms, whirling her around briefly before setting her down.

He contemplates taking another shot of t he moment they share, looking into each other’s eyes so adoringly, but he finds it too personal for him to photograph although he’s pretty sure it’ll be forever photographed in their own memory.

He does, however, snap one more shot when Ranboo ruffles Y/N’s hair and pats her head lovingly afterwards.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 04:00 PM

After setting up the tripod for a group picture, the four strike a pose: Tommy crouched in front of everyone else; Wilbur on Ranboo’s left, standing tall and proud with a purposeful and faux serious look on his face with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans; Y/N piggybacked on Ranboo’s back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders for her own security despite his hands holding her up by the backs of her knees.

The camera has been set up to take several shots at even intervals so they can strike different poses for each shot.

Reviewing them afterwards reveals that the best one, without a doubt is the one that was captured a mere two seconds after Y/N cracked a joke that’s got all four of them laughing their butts off. A small detail making the picture better is the fact that Ranboo turned his head to the side to be able to look at her over his shoulder. It’s an adorable moment to be caught between them, much like the one Wilbur chose not to photograph earlier.

Faith has a way of playing its way whether we play accordingly or not.

“Hey, is anyone hungry or is it just me?“ Tommy inquires after having gathered the tripod and has resumed vlogging.

If he hadn’t mentioned it, neither of the other three would’ve noticed the growling of their own stomachs, but since he luckily did, they immediately confirm that they’re in the same boat as him.

“There’s that diner we frequent like two minutes down the pier. What do you guys say?“ Wilbur suggests, turning to his friends and sister who’s now become a package deal with Ranboo. Yes, he refuses to set her down.

“I’m down, as long as I can walk there myself.“ Y/N complains, her arms still clasped around the boy’s shoulders to avoid having her return to ground be a graceless plummet.

“No way. Guide me there.“ With that said Ranboo takes off running, marking it the first time this entire trip that they have been ahead of the two blondes.

Chucking exasperatedly to themselves, Wilbur and Tommy follow suit, all the while being able to pinpoint exactly where the other half of their group is because of Y/N’s squeals of Ranboo’s name all the way to the diner.

Will didn’t get a chance to snap a pic of that, but Tommy did catch it with his vlogging camera so the moment won’t be lost in time.

The Amusement Park, Sunday 01.05.2022, 02:00 PM

“No, no, no, Y/N. You can’t go on that ride, you need at least another two inches to qualify.“ Ranboo tells the girl who’s looking longingly at the ride she might actually not be tall enough to ride but is too afraid of disappointment to actually go to the measuring stand.

She might be a little more than half his height, but she’s got more than enough fury capacity to turn around and glare at him, even if that means tilting her head back a comical amount.

“I’m not short, you’re a tree!“ She complains, arms crossed over her chest, a pouty lip, the whole nine yards of looking exactly like a child among the actual children at this amusement park.

Sparing her any potential neck pain, he bends down so they’re at an approximate eye level, the crinkled corners of his eyes letting her know he’s getting one hell of a kick out of this even if his mask is shielding his smile, “And you...” he boops her nose, “...are a treat. A treat of a friend.”

“We’re going on the goddamn ride without you two.“ Tommy calls out to them from five feet away, where him and Will have been standing and observing the interaction before them.

“You know what, go ahead.“ Ranboo motions to the ride, encouraging them to do just that, “We’ll grab some cotton candy and I’ll win Y/N a stuffed animal or two.”

With an arm wrapped around her shoulders, he guides her to the few carnival games that are a part of the amusement park. Although she complies, she doesn’t do so without a complaint, “I can win my own stuffed animals.”

“I’m sure you can Sharp-shooter. Sorry, Short-shooter.“ He teasingly replies.

“Ranboo!“

Luckily, that nose boop was caught by Wilbur’s perfectly on time reflex to snap a shot of that adorable argument. Another wholesome memory to add to the collection.

The Airport, Monday 02.05.2022, 09:00 AM

You know that heartbreaking scene in rom-coms when the two main characters have to say goodbye because one of them is leaving the country for one reason or another? Yeah, imagine that with two best friends instead....again. As before, if you can’t picture it, I got you, no worries.

“But you’ll visit us again soon, right?“

This is the millionth time Y/N has asked Ranboo this question and yet the answer still, to her delight, has remained the same. “Of course I will! Either I’m coming here or you’re coming to the US.“

Standing some ways away to let the two exchange goodbyes in peace are Wilbur and Tommy who are genuinely upset to see how heartbroken the girl is.

“They really love each other.“ Tommy says, he too getting slightly emotional at the thought of saying goodbye to his friend.

“They’re soulmates. Soulmates first, friends second.“ Will tells him, his movements unsure as he lifts the camera to capture the second to last picture of Ranboo’s visit.

The very last one is the selfie he takes of the entire group right before Ranboo has to go through the gate, leaving the three behind with a heavy heart that keeps screaming at him to stay although he can’t.

Wilbur drapes the camera’s safety strap around Y/N’s neck, snapping her out of her thoughts as her hands gently take hold of it, inspecting it closely, not having seen it since she saw Wilbur unwrap it on his birthday two years ago.

“I completely forgot to remind you of this. We could’ve used it to take some very cool pictures this weekend.“ She sniffles, pulling herself together after being in tears for the past twenty minutes.

Wilbur smiles quietly to himself, a hand on her back leading her out to the car where Tommy’s already waiting for them, opting to sit in the back as to keep Y/N company and comfort her on the drive home.

“Don’t worry, it was utilized well.” He responds cryptically and is relieved when she doesn’t ask what he means by that.

Instead, she quietly sits in the backseat, cuddling into Tommy’s side to take a nap after pulling an all-nighter with Ranboo.

The meaning of what her brother said is revealed when she wakes up in her bed a few hours later. On her nightstand, she finds a pocket-sized book which she figures is a polaroid picture album.

In the first slot, instead of a picture, there is a piece of paper with the question: “What’s a soulmate?” printed on it in cursive lettering.

Flicking through the other pages, she’s stunned to see the many pictures Wilbur took of them throughout this weekend, pictures she’s seeing for the first time.

By the time she gets to the end, she’s in tears all over again, and the final page doesn’t help - it’s another piece of paper instead of a picture and with the same lettering but bolder is written: “THAT” with a heart beneath it.

Wilbur couldn’t have been more right - that, that right there, what Y/N and Ranboo have, it proves that soulmates exist. That in this world, there is someone for everyone, be it romantic, platonic or otherwise.

They have each other.

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god-of-balance · 1 year

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Tommy x Reader(Platonic/Romantic) Incorrect Quote

Tommy: *Accidentally hits y/n in the face* Tommy*Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Tommy: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Y/n: Tommy: Y/n: What the hell's wrong with you?! Edit: It took me weeks, even a few months to figure out I spelt 'incorect' wrong in the title.

#tommyinnit #tommyinit x reader #mcyt x y/n #incorrect quotes #dream smp headcanons #mcyt x you #mcyt headcannons

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awooga-llama · 2 years

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The Ocean

Technoblade x NB Child! Reader

I should've posted this earlier but couldn't bring myself too.

This is for you buddy. Though you'd sometimes get your mythology facts wrong and cause me to yell at you through my phone. Without you my minecraft persona would've never existed. 💙

In the early days of the SMP all was good. Flowers sprouted, animals wandered, and there was laughter. Through the (Y/E/C) eyes of three year old (Y/N) the world was perfect. They strolled through the tall fields behind their grandfather's house as their two uncles searched for them. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to be outside because of their allergies and all the things that could hurt them. Before leaving this morning they had heard their father tell his brothers if anything happened to his child they'd both be dead. Whether if the injury is as small as an ant bite he would hurt them worse. So the uncles did their best to keep (Y/N) in sight at all times, not letting the toddler even look outside because the sun could blind 'em.

"(Y/N) where are you? This isn't funny anymore you little shit." Uncle Tommy called out from far left. The child could hear Wilby scolding his brother for the type of language he used only for Tommy to snap back with, "Well the Blade literally calls them an orphan, what's worse?"

The child just smiled to themselves as they reached a patch of grassy dirt with nothing but blue flowers growing on it. The ground was soft and cool under their feet. In the distance, they could see the ocean. It looked so inviting and inviting looking like they could easily jump right into it. But they didn't know how to swim so jumping into the water would mean going to the doctor and then having to sit in that chair until someone decided they were okay enough to go home. Even when they tried to play outside without a their father or any other guardian watching over them, they never got to experience such joy like the ocean did.

"I found them! Over there!" Wilbur shouted from up behind. The two men came running down the hill. They skidded to a stop as they finally caught sight of (Y/N).

"(Y/N), darling please stop running, we don't want to play anymore." (Y/N) ran away farther from the duo. Their little legs aching slightly but still pumping, being fueled by adrenaline. The small child was filled with excitement. They couldn't remember the last time they felt so alive and free. It wasn't long before they lost sight of the adults who ran after them. Now it was just the wind, the birds chirping above them, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. That's when the feeling hit them; pain. All over.

They cried out, their body collapsing onto the ground while clutching their stomach. Tears streamed down their face. They thought something had happened to their father since the two had a link shared where they could feel the other one's pain. Maybe they were being abandoned again or maybe they died. The child was breathing heavily. Were they dying? They tried to stay awake but it was getting harder to breathe. The child began falling towards the earth. As soon as they touched the ground everything went black.

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"No no no! Wake up (Y/N)." A man's voice rang out. A deep voice but not harsh, comforting almost. But the man was calling too loud, his voice was loud. And it made everything much more painful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy except for their head and stomach.

"You open those (Y/E/C)ed eyes right now!" Another man yelled. His voice was closer than the first one. He sounded angry. Angry and worried. (Y/N) couldn't make sense of why he'd be worried though. It's not like the man cared. The voices continued to speak louder. Each time it felt worse. There was an ache in their whole chest and stomach. Like something inside their heart or lungs was about to explode. Then everything became dark.

"Child wake up!" Someone was shaking them violently. (Y/N)'s body jolted awake and they began to cry and whimper. (Y/N) felt their head throbbing. Everything seemed blurry around the edges.

"Shh orphan, everything's okay. Everything's okay, I promise." The man said, holding the crying child close to him and rocking them gently. The child began to calm. Soon the tears stopped and their breathing slowed. They reconized the man in front of them.

"Dada!" The little one squealed, throwing their arms around the pigmen's neck, squeezing tightly. Uncle Wilbur arrived finally panting heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler giving it to Technoblade, who put it to the child's lips. They quickly sucked in the breath which helped the dizziness subside.

They let go, sitting back against Techno's lap and resting his hands on top of theirs. The warrior kissed their forehead as Wilbur took the inhaler back from his brother's fingers and put it in his own pocket. Tommy sat nearby mumbling under his breath not as angry anymore but still worried. The other two men fussed over the three year old for a little longer before deciding it was wise to head home. Philza was probably pulling his hair out in fear of what could've happened while he slept.

Techno stood up cradling their tiny body in his arms. He glanced at his brothers before saying, "Let's get them home." And headed towards the path through the meadow with (Y/N) held tight in his arms. (Y/N) laid limp between the pigmen's chest breathing in his familiar cologne. They felt themself get sleepy but still had one last question before giving in.

"Daddy, can we go to the ocean tomorrow?" The child questioned in a soft whisper, closing their eyes and smiling to themselves. (Y/N) hadn't seen the ocean since the day they were brought here. They'd seen pictures of it but it just didn't feel real. They weren't convinced, quite the skeptic just like their father. (Y/N) could feel their father breathe out deeply and her uncles bickering at each other nearby as they walked.

"Sure thing Orphan. But only after I have a long talk with your uncles." The child nodded and yawned.

"Don't yell at them too much please Dada. I want to see them again in the future." Techno laughed quietly and nuzzled the child in his arms.

"Sure thing kiddo, now sleep.child You ran a long ways from home which means an even longer walk." (Y/N) sighed tiredly and closed their eyes. Within seconds they were snoring softly in Techno's arms. They were so precious and innocent. He didn't deserve the child but would gladdly be there for the trouble they will get into, dragging his brothers into it with them. He couldn't wait.

#technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno x child #technoblade x you #comfort dsmp #techno x y/n #wilbur soot #tommyinit dsmp #dsmp fanfic #cute fluff #oneshot

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jessnotfoundd · 1 year

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Your fics are so good- I can not get enough of them !

Here is another prompt idea-

Tommy and Reader (who is also a cc ) first met at vidcon, and started talking. From there Tommy, of course, had to go back to the UK fairly quickly, but the two of them stayed in touch. After a couple of months, the two end up officially dating, long distance style since the reader is still living in the US. And since TwitchCon Amsterdam was coming up, the reader decided to fly out and go to the con to surprise Tommy ! Also, I’m not sure if you’ve seen Badlinu’s video about him sneaking into Tubbo’s meet and greet line, but I’m thinking that the reader does that type of thing.

-🎃

Yessss I have seen that video of Freddie, should write about him too?

I'm really glad you like my fics! thank you for all the requests <3

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing: cc!Tommyinnit x cc!reader

Masterlist here!

After a few months of dating the blond, I started to have this necessity of seeing him, like face timing all night Isn't enough anymore. Holding my phone so he can see my face, the realization comes.

-So, twitch con Amsterdam is so close, do you think you could make it?- he asks, he's lying on his side and I smile at him.

-I hope so, but I'm not sure, lots of work in the middle, I'm finishing the book and I need to be with all the editors for the final touches.- I pout. I wasn't one to lie, but I wanted to surprise him.

-Yeah, I get it I guess, I thought It was a good opportunity to see you again.- he pouts too.

-Maybe I can fly to the UK after the book it's ready.-

-Yeah, I need to train my patience a little.- we both laugh, knowing how impatient he was.

After a few hours of making terrible jokes and remembering each other how much we loved each other, the call comes to an end, I get up and start working on the last touches of the book, he didn't need to know that I work my ass off a few weeks to be able to fly to Amsterdam and see him.

Now, dressing up in my hotel room in Amsterdam, after telling Tommy this week I would be super busy, so if I didn't text him was because of that. I could feel the sadness in his voice. I couldn't help but smile when he didn't see me, he's gonna be really surprised.

I put on some black sweatpants and a black hoodie Nike, a beanie Quackity gave me at some point on the Vidcon and some black glasses, I bring my mask to cover the rest of my face. When I get into the big event. I showed my credential to all the bodyguards that tried to take me out for my suspicious look. When my turn to 'meet' Tommy came, I walk to him and pulled him into a big and warm hug.

-I appreciate my organs, so if you let me keep them would be amazing.- he jokes and I laugh silently, so he wouldn't recognize me right away.

-Can you sign it, please?- I hold my credential and he takes it, I immediately take my glasses and mask off.- Surprise I guess.- he was looking at the user and the 'partner', and when he looks at me I could swear to god, he almost lost his mind.

-No fucking way- he wrapped his arms around me and I hug back.-I've missed you so bad- he hasn't let go yet.

-Babe, there's people waiting for you, I have all the time in the world with you, but they don't- I let go and he nods.

-Wait for me, please- he smiles.

-I'm not going anywhere soon.- I left a single kiss on his cheeks and leave for my actual meet and greet.

After a really long meet and greet, I'm ready to move to the SMP panel, where I'm sitting right beside Tommy. At some point, his hand move to my tight, and everyone freaks out, he starts to get red.

Now we were moving to my hotel room, he throws himself onto my bed and I snuggle to his side, with my face right in front of his.

-I love you- I peck his lips a few times.

-I love you too, so so much.- he pokes my cheeks and I smile.

-I still remember your face when you realize it was me.- I can't help but crack a laugh. He pushes me a little and I hid my face in the crock of his neck.

-I was so excited I just couldn't stop smiling so hard after that.- He laughs with me.

-I love you so much it feels unreal.- I left a trail of kisses from his neck to his forehead.

-Everybody dreams of being a billionaire, but every time I look at you I just don't care.-

-Isn't that a song from the vamps?- I smiled, we were so close that our noises were touching.

-I'm trying to be romantic, y/n.- he giggles and closes the gap between us.

The rest of the night went by playing games and seeing movies, enjoying each other company.

#dsmp tommy #tommyinit mcyt #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x reader #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit #dreamsmp #cc: tommyinnit

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pingguins · 2 years

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What Can You Lose? | Prologue

Tommyinnit x Reader

Words: 3,671

Warnings: Swearing

Synopsis: Sometimes, a quiet night at the beach is all someone needs to calm the mind. But no one mentioned anything about the vulgar loud-mouth who likes to hang out by the ocean.

A/N: So, this story is actually a rewrite of 'In The Pale Moonlight' by sutosomi on Wattpad. It ended up drifting from the story more than I expected it to, but the plot is still inspired by that fic. So thank you to the original author for giving me the inspiration to write this! And yes, I did ask permission from them if I could rewrite their story. It's never good to steal someone's plot, folks!

P.S the title is a song that I also took inspiration from. I recommend you give it a listen. It was written by the great Stephen Sondheim, so you can expect it to be good XP

'It's All Futile! It's All Pointless!' by Lovejoy was playing. I was only wearing one earbud as the other was loosely tossed over my shoulder, my hands were tucked inside my coat pockets while I mindlessly walked up to the front of our house.

As I opened the door, the fact that my mother was cooking my favourite food became apparent to me. The smell and the sounds coming from the kitchen lighting up my mood as I closed the door and called her.

"You're home! How was school?" she asked, turning off the stove. She walked over to me with her arms open wide. I hugged her, humming as I shrugged. She pulled away at arms-length, with her hands still gently placed on my shoulders. “Not good?” she cringed; her eyes sympathetic.

"Not particularly, but it's better now!" I gestured to the kitchen. I can feel my stomach growling just by the thought of being able to eat my favourite meal.

She chuckled, removing her apron as she pulled out a chair for me. "If you think school wasn't good today, don’t expect it to be good moving forward. The food is just to prepare you for that," she teased, making me roll my eyes with a pained groan.

She’s right; I don’t doubt it. It might have been boring today, but as the school year progresses, the workload would pile up and probably I wouldn’t even have time to get bored.

The table was already set, all she needed to do was prepare the meal. She handed me my plate and I practically inhaled all the food before my mum could sit down and eat with me.

I hadn't realized I’d finished eating already, giving her a nervous smile once she's settled in her seat. Normally, I’d wait for her to sit down so we could eat together. "It's okay. Eat, then rest up. You don't have to wait for me, you must be exhausted!"

I sighed in relief. "Thank you, you're the best!" I hugged her quickly, standing up and giving her a kiss on her head before I ran up to my room, crashing onto my bed. Only then did I realize that I never took my one earphone off, and that Spotify was playing a completely different song that I wasn’t familiar with.

Luckily, the first day of school meant no homework. So, I opened, Discord, messaging my cousin as I craved some valuable use of my time before school inevitably takes it away from me.

Hey, wanna play Minecraft? I'm bored af .-.

I dropped the phone beside me, staring at the ceiling before closing my eyes. I wasn't sure he'd reply immediately, so maybe I could sneak in a nap.

Ping.

Or maybe not.

I'm streaming. So, if you want to be in the stream, sure. I pity your boredom.

Instead of replying, I opened my laptop and pulled up his stream, donating a five and typing up a message.

I don't want your pity, I need entertainment! I thought that's what this stream is supposed to be, hmm?

“Y/N! Join the stream!" he yelled through his laughing fits. He adjusted his glasses, phone in hand as he typed something out of the audiences’ view.

Per usual, chat went crazy at the mention of a girl’s name. Most of the messages consisted of “who’s Y/N?!” and “Is she your girlfriend?!”

Noticing this, he stopped typing, scrunching his face in disgust. “Ew, chat! Y/N’s my cousin, relax!” He exaggerated a shiver before sending his text.

Join the stream! Chat's gonna love you!

I smile to myself, shaking my head ‘no’ even though I knew he couldn't see. This was probably the hundredth time he asked me to join one of his streams. I always say no and still he kept asking.

"Join the stream, Y/N!" I heard him yell again, slightly louder this time. "Y/N, my dear, amazing, lovable— and dare I say, best—cousin. Join the stream! Come on, you never join!"

I laughed audibly at his words, donating another five. Just take my money and shut up. Flattery doesn't look good on you "dear cousin". Ew.

There was another set of laughter after he read my message, continuing to try and convince me to join, which obviously didn't work. I truly had no interest in being in his stream.

I played Minecraft, yes, but I'd never taken interest in streaming. Nothing against it, I wouldn't mind doing it, actually. It was mostly because I just simply had no cause or motivation to. On my own, I wouldn’t mind. But this stream? With thousands of people watching? No.

He wasn't asking me to join the game, just the stream. But I still wouldn't know what to do if I did, so I thought it best to opt out every time.

"Y/N if you don't join the stream I will march into your house right now," he threatened, knowing well he wouldn’t go through with it.

He was particularly pushy today for some reason, the smirk on his face telling me he had something planned, which only made me want to avoid joining even more. This was live, if he thought it was a good idea to make fun of me in front of thousands of people, I wouldn't be able to edit anything out.

If you march into my house right now I will not hesitate to leave you to edit your future videos on your own, I typed in the chat.

"Not fair! I just wanted to introduce you to someone!" he said.

Introduce me when I wouldn't be vulnerable to be made fun of in front of an audience XP

"You're no fun, Y/N," he pouted, telling someone in the stream that the plan was off. I furrowed my eyes at this. So, he was planning something! I guess I just dodged a bullet there.

"Awe, I guess we're not seeing the child embarrass himself in front of a girl today," another voice said.

"Well…it would be better to see it in real life," he answered, a smirk still evident on his face as he looked directly into the camera.

This piqued my interest, and also made me slightly paranoid. He’s acting suspicious; he knows what he’s doing. For all I know this was another practical joke. And if he got his friends into it, he’s probably planning something serious.

I trusted him, sure. But as the younger cousin, I usually ended up being the butt of the joke. Not in a bad way; he usually knows where the line is and not to cross is. I’m probably being too anxious, but with enough thought, I clicked the Discord link he’s sent me a while ago and entered their VC. “Wilbur! I swear to God if you're planning one of your pranks again I will march into your house and throw my shoe at you."

There were collective cheers in the call, none of the people were familiar to me except for Will. At least, not personally. Will’s told me a bit about them. Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, oh and Niki! She wasn’t in the call though, unfortunately. Turns out most of them were waiting for when I’d finally join the Discord group.

Out of all of them, though, Niki’s the only one on Will’s YouTuber friends that I’ve met personally and whom I love very much.

"You joined too late, Y/N. The child already left," he pouted. "Guess I'll have to set you up another time," Wilbur smirked.

I scoffed. "The last time you "set me up" it was with a guy who you knew would talk my ear off about how we'd be an unfit couple because of our Zodiac signs." I shivered at the memory, feeling bad for myself that I had to sit through 2 hours at a coffee shop only to hear all about clashing personalities and relationship dynamics according to Astrology.

"Wait, what?!" the guy from before yelled. I realized this was Ranboo, as I saw a green ring light up around his profile in the Discord VC. Without answering, I left the call, wanting to leave an air of mystery as to how that date went.

I considered looking through their old chats; I'd save it for next time though. What could be so interesting about the group chat of a bunch of streamers? Millions of people would pay their entire bank account to even get a glimpse, which I get, in a way. But I've known these guys for ages now. Not personally, just through Will.

Be it directly or indirectly, being close to someone who's got millions of supporters and followers dampens the feeling of fanaticism. It makes you realise that they're also just humans doing what they love to do.

Maybe I'd consider streaming—maybe. Wilbur said he'd help if I wanted to; introduce me to his friends and whatnot. Regardless of streaming, he's always wanted to introduce me; I would just always find a way to postpone it. It just felt like it was more of his thing, you know? That's his group of friends from his streaming community and their SMP.

Part of me didn't want to impose. I didn't mind whether or not I met them, though. With Wilbur's persistence at getting me to join one of his streams, I probably would soon. I was already in their Discord group, pretty soon I’ll probably give in to Wilbur’s pestering about properly introducing myself to his group of friends.

Ping!

Please tell me you'd join the next stream. Chat wants to meet you!

I rolled my eyes.

And if I don't want to meet "chat"?

Then I'd call in that solid you owe me.

Fuck. I forgot about that.

...then I guess I don't really have a choice. Just tell me when your next stream is and I'll go there.

HA! YES! (you don’t really have to go if you’re uncomfy tho)

hmph. I know. but you know I can't say no to you. Your music's too good.

Flattery doesn't look good on you, either, cousin dear.

I don’t need to flatter you. If I owe you, then I owe you. It only means I’m telling you the truth, Wilbur dear.

With a satisfied sigh, I exited our messages. It was already pretty late, considering the stream lasted a while. It was pitch black outside, nothing but the Brighton lights to guide you.

It was less polluted here than London, and since it was close to a beach, the air was good, too. Great for the asthma—maybe that's why Wilbur likes it here so much.

After the stream, with nothing much to do, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to go down to the shore. It would be pretty dark, but if there aren’t too many clouds today, the street lights may just be enough to help me get there safely

I put on my oversized hoodie to combat the cold and hoped that my leggings would be thick enough since they were really comfortable. Mum would be deep in sleep right now, so I didn't bother waking her up.

I was allowed to go to the beach; she knew how much I loved it there. As long as I left her a text message that I would go—which I did—I could go. I went out quietly, slowly shutting doors and walking on pointed toes.

* * *

Thankfully the beach wasn't so far from here, and the streets were mostly silent. Only a few people here and there. Some appeared to be going home from work and some were like me; just taking a stroll to calm the mind. The moon shone bright and barely covered by clouds, which usually wasn't the case.

It added light to the view, making it a little more beautiful than it already was; especially the beach. With the moon sitting just on top of the horizon, I wish I brought a good camera with me. My phone won't do this any justice.

Other than the sand, the moon, and the ever-so present ocean breeze, there was a figure of someone close to the water. They were sitting, doing nothing. No phone light, even, which to be honest, surprised me.

Most people would hangout by the shore only to take pictures or use their phones. I rarely saw people on the beach without using some type of gadget.

Just from the silhouette of this person though, they seem to be doing fine enjoying the view.

I guess it's not just me.

I pulled my hood up, hoping to be more discreet as I sat just a few feet away from them. I hoped the hoodie would send a message that I didn't want to be bothered.

"Until now I'm the only one who's usually out here this late."

And now the silence is broken. I nod my head, looking at them. From their silhouette, they seemed to be a guy. Shadows covered their face, though, and I assumed mine was, too. "Well, if you're here often then you should get used to seeing me. I like it here."

For a moment he just looked at me— well, their head was turned to my direction, so I can only assume. "You-you're a...fe..male. You're a female," they stuttered. Yep, definitely a guy. There was a slight gulp there that I heard, most of it being drowned out by the waves.

"Yes...?" I answered, not quite sure why he would be so perplexed.

"Woman, the way you dress makes you look like a man," he snarked. Woah, what a complete 180 from his previous, shy-sounding attitude.

I scoffed. "Yeah, and your mouth makes you sound like a misogynist." I rolled my eyes, though I knew he couldn't see me. "To counter that, maybe you should smile more," I smirked as he dramatically gasps.

"What's your name?"

"Can't tell strangers my name," I shrugged, only trying to annoy him.

"You insulted me and you won't even give me your name?"

"I don't owe you anything, dipshit."

"Bitch," he mumbled, making my eyes widen at him. Though he couldn't see, I was pretty sure he could somehow sense the tension increase. "Wait—sorry— I didn't mean—"

"Asshole," I laughed, interrupting him since he kept stumbling. I suppose I should just shut him up for his own good before he embarrassed himself completely...again.

It was easy like this. Talking to a stranger felt safe, ironically. They don't expect anything from you, and they don't know anything about you, so they can't judge either.

He sat still; I could almost imagine his face scrunched up slightly in thought despite not knowing what he looked like. "uhhh...do you play Minecraft?"

A loud laugh made its way out of my mouth before I could stop it—this guy had no socialization skills.

"Sorry, sorry!" he held his hands up, chuckling. "I dunno how to start conversations, okay?"

I took deep breaths in, trying to calm myself down. "Judging by how awkward you got earlier, I think you saying 'I don't know how to start conversations with a female' is more accurate....and yes I do play Minecraft."

"POG— do you stream??"

Though I wanted to point out how he blatantly ignored the first part of my sentence, I decided to give him some mercy. Minecraft, streaming, the enthusiasm for both—this guy was basically Will. Of course, he wouldn't know how to talk to a girl.

"No... but I'm guessing you do?"

He huffed; I could see his shoulders sag. He didn't answer right away, which I thought was weird based on how excited he got earlier. "Kind of?" he answered reluctantly. "Not too often, though. I'm not a big streamer or anything, just a small one. I only play with a few friends—no one big like Dream or Wilbur Soot. That would be crazy. Absolutely crazy—"

"You're overcompensating, dude," I interrupted, mostly to save himself from looking more like a liar. I respected his reluctance—if he was actually a big streamer, obviously he wouldn't tell someone he doesn't even know the face of.

He was frozen, like he was in fight or flight mode.

"Don't worry, I won't ask," I reassured. "I understand if you don't want to tell me who you are. My cousin's a pretty well-known streamer so I've seen the struggle first-hand," I shrugged.

It wasn't just him who was anxious. The moment Will's name left his mouth I tensed up, thankful he wouldn't be able to see me through the darkness. I was fine telling him about Wilbur, just not how we’re related. My voice was heard in his stream earlier. If this guy watched Wilbur, then he might find my voice familiar.

"No shit I knew you sounded familiar!"

Shit. I cringed, waiting for the ball to drop.

"But UGHH I can't put my finger on it!!"

I let out a sigh. At least he couldn't figure it out.

"Are you like, Dream's cousin or something? That would be insane!" His hands moved around a lot as he talked—he definitely had more energy now than before. So much for a relaxing night by the shore.

I didn't mind, though.

"I don't even know who Dream is. Well, not really. I only know him because my YouTube recommendations won't shut up about some guy wearing a mask and a green hoodie who plays Minecraft."

He gasped, "OH what if you're like— Wilbur Soot's secret sister or something??"

Well, he kind of got it right. Will's basically my brother.

I was laughing at his antics again. "I listen to his music." I changed the subject, not wanting to risk myself giving away any more details. He’s getting close, but I did say cousin. Not sister.

He excitedly shifted so he was facing me, buzzing with energy. "YOU LISTEN TO LOVEJOY?!"

Of course, I helped make it, I thought. Damn, this dude seemed like a hardcore Will fan.

I nodded. "Of course, I do."

"What's your favourite song??"

I hummed in thought. Since I helped Wilbur and the rest of the band with most of the songs, I couldn't really choose one. It was all a nice experience. Wilbur said they were making new music, but I couldn't be much help because the closer school got the busier I was, too—especially since I just moved to Brighton.

"Perfume. That's gotta be my favourite." It wasn't a lie. It was the song I got most involved in, so it has a pretty special place in my heart.

It wasn't even supposed to make it to the album, but Wilbur said someone specially requested for it to be. At that point the songs that were going to make it to the album were already decided, so when Wilbur asked for my help on polishing ‘Perfume’—though, yes, I was honoured he went to me for help—it was sort of a rush. My mom and I were in the middle of moving from the US to the UK, then suddenly, Will is asking me to help improve the song.

Busy with packing my things at the time, I refused. But Wilbur was persistent, telling me that the song meant a lot to someone really important to him. Embarrassingly, it only took him a day to convince me to help him, although I did complain a lot about having to unpack my instruments.

By that point, most of my things were already packed. But we didn’t leave for a few days, so I went ahead and took my guitars and amplifiers out of the boxes and repacked them the day before we left.

I didn't have to help, but how could I say no to helping Wilbur?

If it wasn't so dark, I'd probably see the mystery man's eyes light up. I could sense it.

"NO WAY!! I LOVE THAT SONG!"

I flinched, not expecting his voice to be so loud. I shushed him, gesturing around us. It was late in the night; his voice would probably wake up the everyone in Brighton.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Then silence. It wasn't awkward or tense. Weirdly enough, I’d say it was comfortable.

The sound of the waves, the wind—that's what I came for. Not loud voices and energetic teenage boys—

"How old are you anyway?" I crossed my fingers, hoping he wasn't some creepy old guy. Would a creepy old guy stream?

Judging by how his voice cracked from time to time, I'm guessing around my age. But I can never be too sure.

"Pshh, I'm not telling a stranger anything about myself." He pulled his legs up to his chest, still facing me. I chuckled, copying him. It was pretty cold; I could use the extra warmth.

"I'm 16." Hopefully I could encourage him to tell me his age too. I mean, he streams. I'm 90% sure he's gonna slip at some point. If he's anything like Wilbur, he'd be used to telling people stuff about himself.

"Were you born before or after April 9, 2004?" He asked.

And there it is.

Laughing, I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle it.

"What?" he asked, oblivious.

"What's it to you, Mr. "I'm not telling a stranger anything about myself"?"

He face-palmed, mumbling a soft "shit" under his breath. Then a louder one. "Shit!"

I kept laughing. I found his personality ridiculous, but nothing short of charming. "So, you're 18?" I asked as a matter-of-fact, my laughter dying down to uneven giggles.

"Oh of course not—I'm obviously 32." The sarcasm dripped from his words effortlessly.

"Yeah, and I'm Wilbur Soot's cousin." I rolled my eyes, letting a smile spread across my face. It was rare to converse with a stranger as freely as I am now, I don't mind sprinkling in some truth to our conversation. In all honesty, he's probably the first person I would consider a friend since I moved. It was a shame I didn't even know his face, but maybe it was better that way.

"Thank you," I told him. "It was a pretty shit day today—first day of school and all. I feel much better now, though."

"Ah, so you're saying little ol' me made your entire day better?"

I could probably feel his smug attitude from a hundred miles away. He wasn't wrong, though. "Of course," I stood up, dusting my clothes of any sand and dust that might have clung to the fabric. I extended my hand, offering to help him stand up, which he took graciously. "You're my Manic Pixie Dream Boy," I chuckled.

He was dusting himself off as well, and when he stood up straight—who am I kidding, he has a hunchback comparable to the protagonist of a certain Disney movie—I could finally see him in his full height.

"Holy shit, you're tall as fuck," came out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

He laughed, shaking off the last of the sand that made its way into the creases of his hoodie's sleeves. "So I've been told— wait, what's Manic Pixie Dream Boy? Bitch, do I look like a pixie to you? I'm a man!"

"Be honest, you're bitchier than I am," I joked, laughing until an idea popped into my head. "OH!"

He jumped, not expecting the sudden volume of my voice.

"MANIC PIXIE BITCH BOY!" I practically doubled over, clutching my stomach and occasionally wiping my eyes.

"I still don't know what that means!"

He tried to sound mad, but the smile I could hear in his voice proved otherwise.

Once I've composed myself, inhaling slowly to regain control of my breathing, I smiled at him. I found myself wishing he could see it for the first time that night. "I'll tell you next time?" I suggested, biting my lip, once again finding myself feeling different since I first talked to him.

There was a pause. Only the waves and the wind could be heard. The silhouette of his hair moved with the breeze as he ran his hand through it; the same one that went to rub the back of his neck a few moments later.

He extended his hand for me to shake, which I did, suddenly cautious if I seemed too eager with how I didn't hesitate to take shake it. "Next time," he replied, letting his hand linger in mine for a few more seconds than necessary. He gave it a squeeze before letting go.

I slowly walked backwards, "Bye, Manic Pixie Bitch Boy!"

"Bye, dipshit." He gave me a two-finger salute, which I reciprocated, before turning around to go back home.

Wilbur will have a field day if he hears about this.

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Deal with the Devil Pt.1

(Evil!Reader)

Requested by @sano-lost-connection <3

______ !Warning! Blood, Wounds. Swear words grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Tommyinnit, Dream, Philza,

Summary Tommy escapes his exile and chooses to hide in the cabin from the most feared person on the server, Y/N

Word count 2900 ______ Masterlist | Part 2

Far away from the lively lands was a small dark forest with an empty huge pillager mansion. All the big mushrooms that made the forest magical and friendly were gone. At the darkest spot in the forest was a little cottage. The Cottage was nicely put and looked quite cozy. The total opposite of the creature that lived inside of it. It was snappy and very hotheaded. Many feared them. They didn’t want to get on the wrong terms with them and get their attitude thrown at themselves. As much as they were feared, they were also one of the oldest and wisest persons in this world. Everyone knew Y/N would give very good advice, though with a price. Mostly it’s just an infrequent Item or their deepest and darkest secret. Philza told... some even lost eyes, limbs, or their freedom.

Tommy would never ask them for any advice, even when it was the only way out of something. He was happy in New L’manberg. His friend was the president and he could do almost everything and get away with it. But time changed everything. Dream was upset and demanded Tubbo to exile his best friend.

Tommy felt miserable and got heavily manipulated by Dream. Sooner or later Tommy realized what he was doing and was able to escape. He first wanted to search for shelter at Technoblade’s house, but thinking twice he realized Dream would search there at first. Tommy hesitated at first but then began walking to a certain dark forest.

Y/N picked up bones from burned skeletons as they saw Tommy striding around the trees looking for something. You straightened your back and called him over “Hey, Searching for something” The boy immediately looked over and walked faster. “Let me guess you are searching for advice”

“Oh no no no. Just let me stay here for a few days. No need for one of your dangerous bits of advice” Tommy stated.

Y/N began to smile sarcastically “So you are asking for a room, maybe with breakfast in the morning and dinner at noon? Even you should know that it is a high demand for someone so young. You’re not family nor a friend of mine”

Tommy thought about the words and spat out “Basically yes”

Y/N rolled their eyes and turned around “good luck surviving” they opened the door to the cottage and looked back to Tommy “I give you an hour after it’s gotten dark” The door got thrown into its frame and now Tommy was alone outside. He looked up and saw the sun setting. Did Y/N mean the monsters? Did they spawn more frequently around their house? He looked around too and for a second he thought to see a little lime green spot. Was he being followed by Dream? How was that possible? No, he was just imagining things. Tommy could hear Dream's voice calling out his name. Is he hallucinating? It can’t be… He walked one step further and something behind him made a sound and chose to ignore it. In the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. he looked at it and saw the tip of a sword. “And you thought you could escape me”

It was Dream. He was actually here. Dream pulled out his sword again and Tommy turns around with pain written all over his face “Leave me alone Dream” Little did the both of them know that Y/N looked at them through a little window. Waiting for a specific moment.

“I will never leave you alone Tommy and you know it” “I’m so sick of you harassing me. You’ll rot in hell when I’m free again”

Tommy slowly walks away from Dream and for a second he considered to pay whatever Y/N throws at him. The Green man pulled out his crossbow which was already loaded with an arrow. “Come back with me Tommy. I’m your only friend. You have nowhere to go” Tommy got a little furious “That’s now true. Friends don’t hurt one another and you were never one, to begin with,” He quickly turns around and ran to your door, ready to bang on it. He wasn’t able to land his first knock as the door opened. At the same time Dream pointed the crossbow at Tommy and shot. Y/N quickly pulled the blonde child inside and closed the door again. seconds later the arrow was stuck in the door. Y/N pushed Tommy back further into the cabin and walked to the door again. They took in a deep breath before walking outside. Tommy wanted to hold them back but was too weak for it.

Now Dream and Y/N looked each other in the eyes. “I suggest you leave, Dream” They had a stern look on their face and was completely serious. Dream sighed angrily and left the scene. Y/N walked back into their cabin and could only see Tommy fainting and falling to the ground. They calmly went over to him and picked him up with ease. Y/N then pressed a specific button on their floor and some pistons moved around a lot of blocks. After 5 seconds a hidden stairway was revealed. With Tommy on them, they walked down and entered a hallway out of crimson wood and soul-fire lanterns. Wither skulls were also dangling off the ceiling with some chains and the glass floor was warm due to the lava underneath them. Y/N had one guest room down here and carried Tommy to it. It was almost looking the same as the hallway, it only difference was a chimney inside. Y/N placed him on the bed and left to get a med kit.

Tommy woke up an hour later after Y/N stitched his shoulder back together. He was alone in the room. The chimney was on and he could see blue fire instead of the usual red one. He looked around. everything reminded him of the Nether. Just then Y/N came back and as they saw that Tommy was awake they smiled. Y/N had brought over food for him. “Are you feeling better now?” The blonde one looked over to his stabbed shoulder and could only see a few stitching stings. The wound was already healed quite well. “I’m sorry for the lack of vegetables I have to offer. The only things I have are apples and potatoes” Y/N showed Tommy the plate of food. It was apple slices with baked potatoes. It was basic but way better than what he was back in exile. He began to eat it. It had a bad fade aftertaste but after all, it is very delicious. He blamed the aftertaste on the lack of sun the food had gotten when growing. After all, Y/N lives in the darkest part of the forest. “Thank you very much Y/N. Dream nearly killed me out there” Y/N laughed and turned back to the door. “I guess. I made up my mind after Dream pointed his weapon at an innocent and fragile child” They look back into Tommy's eyes “You can hide here as long as you want, but I suggest you do not come near any windows. The green man will come back for sure” Tommy was speechless. He had never thought Y/N would do this for him. “Oh, what’s with the payment?” They smiled “No problem, Well talk about it later. Take some rest and regain your health back” And so they closed the door.

Tommy ate up and when he finished he immediately went back to sleep. Besides this obscure interior, he felt safe. Y/N first went upstairs and as a few minutes passed They went back to check on Tommy. They again smiled at his sleeping position and went away again, but not before locking the door to his room. They chained the key to a necklace and put it around their neck. Instead of going up again, they walked further down the hallway to another door made out of iron. Y/N opened the door with some keycard and vanished behind the iron doors. The door slammed shut for the next couple of hours.

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A loud banging woke Tommy up. The banging was aggressive and very loud like it was coming from his door. He stood up and looked at the doorknob for a second, but then he opened the door with force, and what he saw shocked him. There was nothing. He looked around the hallway. He could spot three more doors. Two were the same as his door and the third one was made out of iron. But Tommy wasn't very interested in it for now. One of the normal doors was elevated by a few stairs. This must be the way up to the cabin. And this way he went. He was very careful when walking up the stairs. The person banging so loud must be very mad at Y/N. He tried to peak a little bit to see who it was. Tommy only could see a little lime green until he got called out. “Tommy, I know you’re there. Stop hiding from me” It was Dream’s voice. “Dream you know he’s with me” Y/N was also there. They must have opened the door. Tommy then decides to show himself and sat down on some barrels. “I’m not going anywhere Dream, I haven’t even paid Y/N” Dream began to laugh very loud and disgusting “Pay Y/N? With what you don’t have anything. I destroyed everything” Tommy swallowed his anger down and said nothing. “Dream” Y/N spoke “You know how my business works” The smiling masked looks at them “Then let’s make a deal. What do you want for giving me that child” They sighed “First ‘this child’ has a name... And second, the price is very high”

“I pay everything for him”

“Give back what belongs rightfully to me” Dream didn’t respond to Y/N’s answer. Tommy was confused. What did Dream steal from them?

Dream looked very thrown back by their answer and just seconds later he stormed out of the cabin, but not without slamming the door shut. Y/N had their arms crossed. They turn around to look at Tommy, but they were smiling. “I should have told you to stay underground for a few days. Now Dream knows you’re hiding here” They sighed. “Anyway, you had a good sleep? hungry?” Tommy thought for a second. He sure was hungry even after he ate before going to sleep. “sure I could have some” Tommy answered and Y/N immediately gave him a plate. Again apple slices with a baked potato. “Again the same?”

Y/N chuckled “Don’t be such a picky eater. I told you I don’t have much” Tommy accepted it and ate it all anyway. He hadn’t much of a choice. “Now go back down Tommy. You’re safe down there” With the plate in hand, going down the stairs and munching on the potato, Tommy looked back to Y/N “What are you going to do this day”

“Exploring and you better stay down there when I’m gone. I don’t want Dream to get you” Tommy sighed “But it’s getting boring down there” he complaint with a whiny voice. “I give you some books to read if you like. Anything more?”

“Oh, can you give me a book and a quill?” “Sure I can” They pushed Tommy inside his room and quickly went to another room. As they came back Tommy had a double chest full of books and also writing utensils. “Good, now stay in your room okay? I’ll be back before the sun goes down” Tommy still nibbled on a potato and just nodded while sitting on the floor with an empty book in hand. Y/N smiled at him and left the cabin very quickly.

Hours and hours flew by and boredom took over. Tommy couldn't hold it anymore and walked to the hallway. He was very tempted to go outside but then he remembered the iron door. He looked at it and walked up to it. He looked around to see if he could open the door. But there weren't any hints. Just then he heard the cabin door opening and closing again. Was Y/N back again? but the steps sounded different. The next second he heard the mechanism that opened the hidden staircase to the basement he is in. Tommy panicked a bit and hid inside the room he didn’t check out yet. Turns out it was just Y/N’s bedroom. It looked like his room, but the bed was strange. It wasn’t used at all. Did they never sleep?

The sound of an Iron door opening woke Tommy out of his thoughts. He opened the door quietly and saw a person going into the room. As they were a little more in the room Tommy quickly hushed over to the iron door and entered before the door closed again. Behind it was another halfway, but this one was dark, very dark. He walked a bit further and saw an enormous amount of stairs going down. The blonde one collected all his braveness and slowly walked down the stairs. It took him many minutes to get down. And what he saw shocked him to his very core. In front of him was a very big room. You couldn’t even see the ceiling. In the middle was a very tall and broad Nether portal. From it came netherrack which elevated it also a little bit. In front of it stood a person. It looked very much like Y/N but he wasn’t sure. Only now Tommy saw that in the walls were massive glass tanks. All of them held onto another nether monster. he also spotted piglings and brutes calmly walking around the room. Tommy began to panic he didn’t wear any gold. And so was the person in front of the portal. Are they friendly to humans? The boy walked further into the room.

“You better stop now Tommy” Ther mysterious person said. His guess was right. It was Y/N. Their head turned a little bit to him. “didn’t I tell you to stay inside your room” Their voice was deep and chilling him to the bones. Were they mad? Tommy didn’t want to make them mad at him. So he straight out asked, “Are you mad at me?” They lowered their head and turned to Tommy fully. The dark light made it very hard to see but the purple light from the portal gave enough light to show their inexpressive face.

“I’m not mad. I’m disappointed in you”

“I’m sorr-” “I shielded you from Dream, gave you food and all without expecting you to pay for it. And what do I get… You not following my simple orders” “I’m sorr-” “No, you’re not. You just do whatever you want without thinking about others and the consequences” Tommy knew they were right. He felt bad for his actions. He felt bad for Y/N.

it was silent for a while before Y/N spoke again “Come here” They demanded.

Tommy walked closer to them. As he was close enough Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards them with his hand in front of them. They grabbed a knife and wounded Tommy’s hand without a warning. It began to bleed immediately. “What the fuck” The child said “What are you doing?”

Y/N held his hand over a steaming hot cauldron. He could see his blood dripping inside the mixture they had in it. After a few drops, they got out a bandage and wrapped it around the wounded hand. They still held onto him on his wrist. Tommy tried to get out of the grip but the more he moves the tighter it got. “What are you doing?” Tommy asked again. but he still wasn’t getting an answer. The longer it took the more panic got into his brain.

After Y/N stirred a bit longer they filled some in a bottle and gave it wordlessly to the blonde child. He looked at it now knowing what to do

“Drink it” Y/N demanded. Tommy shook his head. Never is he going to drink this on his own. A sigh escaped Y/N’s mouth. They got rid of Tommy's wrist but then yanked his head back and grabbed his jaw to force his mouth open. They pour every drop of the liquid into it. As it was empty they let go. Tommy choked on it and fell back a little bit. The potion tasted terrible like it was rotten and very metallic. “What does this thing do?” He asked Y/N filled with panic. They just smiled down at them. Tommy fell onto his butt. He got weaker and weaker with each second that passed until he passed out.

Y/N watched him passing out. By kicking him in the side a little bit they tested if he was knocked out fully. They picked up Tommy and walked over to an empty glass tank and laid the child inside of it before closing and locking it. Y/N sighed. They didn’t want to do it but Tommy gave them no other chance.

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poraphia · 8 months

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enemies to lovers with clinicbur is top tier but i will leave you with the following thought

Wilbur’s s/o goes missing and is presumed dead at the beginning of his villain career (before he met tommy). He grieves, is very very sad.

Years later, after the events of TCSFV, a new vigilante pops up. For reasons he can’t understand, they seem to be very concerned when he almost dies in a fight with some heroes, pulling him to the side to and gently patching him up, making sure he’s okay before scurrying away.

I’d say more of my ideas but my stomach is killing me a

HERE ME OUT HERE ME OUT

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"HAS ANYONE SEEN SIREN?!" Zephyrus called out to the others. His wings frantically swayed in the wind as he scanned the rooftop, but to no avail, the blindfolded villain was nowhere to be found.

"SIREN!" he called out again, but before he could examine his surroundings one more time, 404 throws his daggers at great speeds, nearly slicing through his feeathers.

But there the villain laid, near limp as he hid behind the doors of the fire escape, clutching at his sliced-open thigh. One moment, he was out on the battlefield, fighting Rewind, the next moment, he felt arms wrapped around his chest as he was dragged where no villain or hero could spot him.

The figure before him stared down at him anxiously, feeling around their pockets before digging into their bag to see if they could assist in any way possible. Eventually, they settled on an old t-shirt, ripping into two. They took a water bottle, carefully dousing the wound and wiping away the excess blood, then used the other half of the shirt to tightly wrap around the wound.

Siren hissed in pain as he watched the slender fingers work their magic. He looked to face the figure, and through the haze, he could only distinguish a familiar mask he's seen on TV every so often.

A vigilante.

After making sure the fabric was secured, the figure looked up to face him now. Something felt so... Familiar about the gaze. Something soft, something so homely.

Siren didn't realize his hand started to trail closer to their face. Slight disappointment tingled inside of him when he realized he was only met with the solid material of their mask instead of warm skin. The vigilante only returned the gesture by placing a hand on top.

"Wil--"

But before they could continue, footsteps were coming closer to the doors, immediately making both of the two whip their head around. By the time Siren turned back though, they were gone. Apollo burst through the doors shortly after, immediately crouching down to tend to his wound.

"Are you okay?! Holy shit, you took a nasty blow back there! Please don't tell me it hit a bone-- Did you try to patch it up yourself?!" Apollo's lecturing went through one ear and out the other. Not even the pain he was feeling could distract his mind from what just happened. And most importantly,

How did they know his name?

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BUT THATS JUST A THEORYYY AAAHH I WROTE THIS AS SOON AS I SAW IT LMAO AND I JUST GOT HOME (excuse any grammar errors i literally just wrote this on the tumblr post thingy thing)

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sunshine-on-marz · 1 year

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Hmmmmmmmm how about a Tommy x reader where it's a long distance relationship and Tommy or the reader surprises the other by going to the others house. Also reader is also a streamer/YouTuber so the one who surprises the other is vlogging.Idk if that makes sense but here is my idea. Feel free to run with the idea and change it to your liking

Love this!

I in no way mean to disrespect Em as Tommy’s girlfriend. This is purely fictional

Closing the gap

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Two months. Tommy had been planning this for two months. “Phillllll” Tommy whined while Wilbur yanked the hood of his jacket. “Wilbur. Stop” Phil said, panning the camera over to the boys. The boys boarded the plane and put their carry ons in-front of their seats. The hits sat down and pulled up the dividers as they all spoke to the camera. “How ya Feelin king?” Wilbur asked Tommy. “Oh ya know, as calm as I can be before I meet my partner of a year and a half” Wilbur chuckles and Phil rolled his .

-at your house-

Tommy took a deep breath as he pressed your doorbell, making sure Phil was recording, while Wilbur waited next to the eldest man. “Yes?” you said as you opened the door, expecting a sales man. Instead you saw your boyfriend. “TOMMY?!” You gasped as you jumped into his arms. “Hi my love” he whispered to you, you just snuggled into his shoulder. “No no y/n don’t cry” he kissed your temple. “I’m sorry- I just, woah. You’re real! You’re here!” He nodded and held you tighter. “I’m here angel, I’m here.”

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modelbus · 1 year

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Tommyinnit x masc nb reader where they don't try to hide their relationship from the internet, but at the same time refuse to confirm nor deny it.

Like...they have pictures online of them on dates, wearing each others clothes, in each other's background during stream, etc, etc. The evidence is right there??? But they don't confirm it. Matter of fact, they don't even "know who that ugly mug in the picture is".

Wilbur is the first one to leak their relationship tho, woops.

”whoops” killed me. Also, look at my funny little guy in the photo! It felt fitting.

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Nb!Reader (romantic)

Evading Evidence

Tommy’s streaming when you get tired of scrolling through Twitter. Normally you’re able to sit on his bed, just out of sight of his camera, and catch up on all the drama. It’s been a quiet few days though, so you’re already bored.

“I’m going to run to the store real quick.” You say, getting up.

Tommy turns, neither of you acknowledging the stream. Chat’s going crazy about the fact you were there the entire thirty minutes Tommy’s been live for, and possibly longer.

Despite the fact you and Tommy were dating, neither of you had let the internet know yet. Sure, there were pictures and Tweets and remarks basically confirming it, but both of you were careful never to say it outright. At this point it was almost a game.

“Oh, can you get me twin gummy snakes?” Tommy asks, practically begging you with his eyes.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I need fuel and you love me?”

You consider it for a second before giving in. “Fine. I’ll be back in, like, ten minutes.”

“Thanks! Don’t get run over!”

“Why would I- never mind.”

Tommy doesn’t turn back towards the stream until after he hears you leave, shutting the door behind you. It’s only then that he takes notice of the chat freaking out over his words.

“Chat, what the fuck are you talking about? They don’t love me. Actually, I don’t have a clue who the fuck that was!” He exclaims. “Back to Minecraft.”

“Hey, is this okay to post?” Jack Manifold asks, practically shoving his phone into your face.

You take it, examining the Twitter draft. It’s a selfie he took before the filming of the latest Tom Simons vlog. Behind him you can barely see you and Tommy curled up on the couch together, looking at something. The photo is captioned “Tom Simons vlog done.”

“Sure. Tommy?” You ask, handing the phone over to him.

He barely takes a look at it. “Yeah.”

“Thanks!” Jack says cheerfully, immediately posting.

“Time to fight the stans like our lives depend on it.” You joke, already opening Twitter and navigating to Jack’s profile.

“It’s fucking funny.” Tommy laughs.

“Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. What’re you tweeting?”

“I’ll reply to yours.” He leans over to watch you type out your reply, reading it aloud. “'Not Jack photoshopping the background'.”

“Are you two ever going to tell the internet?” Jack asks, laughing a little.

“Oh, the internet definitely knows. They just chose to believe us when we lie to their faces.” You answer.

“I’m replying ‘incredibly disrespectful.’” Tommy announces. You get the notification of his reply right after he says it.

“Don’t get me canceled.” Jack sighs.

“No promises.”

"Why are you talking about Tommy so much?" A donation asks.

You were doing a just chatting stream, spilling some fun stories. A few of them had been dates with Tommy, but you didn't call them dates. Chat still had their suspicions though.

"Because I hate him." You deadpan, staring into your camera. "Worst person ever, kill all Tommyinnits."

It barely takes a second for the chat to react to your words, thousands of people calling you a liar. As your eyes flick through messages, one catches your eye.

"Why are you wearing his hoodie then, hm?" Gets read aloud. "Well, you see, it simply isn't his. This very clearly branded Tommyinnit hoodie? Mine."

It's merch of his that hadn't shipped yet, his name displayed across your chest. The only possible way for you to have some would be him giving you some or you stealing his. One guess as to what you did.

Yeah, you took his.

"I have the fastest shipping in the world guys, you have to believe me."

Nobody believes you. It's not even the first time you've worn his clothes, just the first you've worn them on stream. Maybe you should've been a little more careful, but oh well. Who really cares anyways? The game was fun, but not too serious.

"Besides, as if I'd ever wear something Tom fucking Simons tainted with his gremlin hands." It's a fun little jab, one you know he'll hear about later. Probably from Twitter.

"Hey!" Tommy yells from somewhere in the flat.

Or maybe he'll hear about it right that second. He must be watching your stream, making you smile.

"Sorry." You say it in a way that clearly shows you don't mean the apology, laughing to yourself a little. After running a hand through your hair, you speak again. "Did I tell you guys about how I almost killed a person by riding a bike the other day?"

Of course, all jokes eventually end. This one just happens to meet its death in Wilbur's hands, live on stream.

“We’re out, we’ll see you tomorrow for the vlog.” Tommy says, pulling you to your feet.

It’s been over an hour of being on Wilbur’s stream, stuck in his little cramped office. One person was fine, two could fit, but three was just too much. Besides, you knew Tommy’s limit was an hour.

“Have a good stream!” You tell Wilbur cheerfully, shutting the door before he gets the chance to say goodbye. To make up for it, he waves.

“And there go the lovers.” Wilbur jokes to his stream, putting himself back into the middle of the frame now you and Tommy are gone. “Off to do whatever they do.”

It barely takes a minute for chat to explode, making Wilbur realize exactly what he just did. His face drains of color as he sits up.

“Shit- fuck. It was a joke, guys. A joke.”

Like a dog with a bone, chat’s already taken his words and ran with them. Wilbur’s fuck up is beyond repair. Instead of digging himself a deeper grave, he just messages you and Tommy.

You’re both back in his office in a matter of seconds, having sprinted back down the corridor. It wasn’t that you were upset, more just panicked. This definitely wasn’t how you meant to confirm it.

“Well… shit.” Tommy finally speaks, just off camera. “You’ve leaked it Wil.”

“I didn’t fucking mean to!”

“We should leak something about you in return.” You joke.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to!” Wilbur quickly defends himself.

Tommy pokes his head into the camera frame to address chat, grinning to show he isn’t pissed at Wilbur at all. You laugh, waiting to see what he’ll say.

“Oi, chat, you’re all fucking dumb. Took you lot long enough.”

Wilbur sags with visible relief, glad neither of you are going to kill him for his slip-up. Now that it’s established he didn’t ruin everything, it’s a lot funnier.

“We’re going to miss the movie showing.” You announce, checking your phone for the time.

“Fuck. Bye again.” Tommy laughs as you drag him out the door.

When the door shuts, Wilbur laughs and shakes his head. “Whoops?”

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