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nomsfaultau · 15 days

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Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

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shubblelive · 7 months

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— FRIENDLY COMPETITION

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

genre : fluff

warnings: mentions of reader breaking a bone as a kid

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x fem!cc!reader

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

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

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

word count : 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

And then came DodgeBolt.

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

VIOLET VAMPIRES TAKE THE CROWN!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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greyyson-but-no · 9 months

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lego flowers for you, dear

genre | pure fluff. cheesy, even.

warnings | kissing, uhhh. that's it. i think. fake arguing, i guess? like, half edited, no use of y/n, they/them as far as im concerned, lower case on purpose

pairing | tommyinnit x reader (you pov)

word count | about 1.3K

a/n | this had so many drafts, at one point they went to see hamilton but that's gonna be a different fic now otherwise it would be too long. i have a feeling this might not be very "tommy" cause i was struggling see him while writing but i did my best. have fun reading :)

you and tom had fallen asleep last night quite late, giggling and smiling together as usual, looking forward to the following day. your one year anniversary.

if you were being honest, you didn’t know how you had managed to keep a relationship for one year, especially with someone as hyper and chaotic as tommy. in the beginning of dating him, you had been hesitant since you hadn’ been able to handle relationships before, but also confused, because with tom, you didn’t get burnt out. you were okay with being affectionate and cheesy around him, which had never happened before. you had never felt more comfortable around anyone. which, you believe, was the reason you had managed to put up a year with him.

‘put up’ being used very loosely. you wanted nothing more than to spend all your time with him. in no way did you ‘put up’ with tommy.

when you woke up in the morning, you rolled over, wanting to cuddle with tom for a little before getting up, only to find empty space.

okay, that’s odd. tom was very much not a morning person, especially not on a day like today.

you slid out of bed, grabbing one of tom’s hoodies that was hung on the back of a chair, pulling it over you from the slight autumn chill, making your way into the kitchen, just to see if he was there. which he was. standing over the hob with two of the flat pans, pancake batter poured into them. he had the speaker on, playing his khai dreams playlist, and he moved around the kitchen while softly singing along.

“tom?”

“morning, lovely.” he spoke, your stomach curling at the sound of his morning voice, which had not yet worn off.

“tom, since when could you make pancakes?” you asked, spotting the small pile of them on a different plate placed on the island countertop. none of them were burnt. none of them had holes or were broken. they looked perfect.

tom smiled. “i’ve always been able to. mum taught me ages ago.”

you fell onto your hip, crossing your arms over your chest. “so why am i always the one that makes them?”

“so when i make them, it’s special.” he grins, leaning over and pressing a kiss on your cheek before running off to put the now cooked pancake on the plate along with the others.

you gasped, watching as he failed to hide the large smile on his face, eyes wide. “cheek!”

“most of them are done, you can help yourself.” he spoke, concentrating on the final one.

but you shook your head. “no it’s fine, i’ll wait for you.”

“what a sweetheart.” he joked, not having to even look up at you to see the smile curved into your lips. and after a second of comfortable silence, he stood up straight, coming over to you, pulling you in for a kiss filled to the brim, overflowing, even, with love. the pure adoration you had for each other. once the two of you pulled away, he smiled, resting his forehead against yours. “and happy anniversary, darling.”

“happy anniversary, pretty boy.”

the two of you ate breakfast together like usual, random conversations about random things, catching up on news and ending up with the tv playing quietly in the background. it was nice. it was quiet, which was rare with tom and his job. it was perfect, really.

after breakfast, you convinced tom to come back to bed for a few cuddles. just lengthening the quiet time you had before he took you out for whatever he was planning. for about half an hour or so, the two of you spent time together in bed, under the covers just tangled in each other, not necessarily needing to talk, just small murmurs to each other every now and again. it often took tom a while to calm down, unless he was burnt out, but that morning he managed it perfectly, being calm and relaxed around you, shutting down together while you recharged for the day ahead. tom said he apparently had a lot planned.

most of the day had been spent doing all your favourite things. you taught him more guitar, giggling as he struggled some of the harder chords now that he was getting to that point. you were in the middle of teaching him ‘charlie boy’ by the lumineers, which he was really eager to learn, since it was one of your favourite songs. overall, it was going pretty well, and it was still mostly enjoyable. the two of you had a good time, and tom really did love playing guitar, even if he sometimes struggles to keep up or have precision.

he, in turn, had taken you into the office and forced you to play some minecraft (forced being used very loosely. you actually loved playing it but shush). he had taken you onto the server and shown you around, cackling in proudness as you hit an mlg perfectly. it was only then when you revealed you played minecraft a ton as a kid, you just hid it from him. at first, he was jokingly annoyed, but quickly got over it when he realised he could now bring you into more videos, if you were comfortable with it, of course.

you had gone to one of the more expensive cafes in the centre of brighton, you getting slightly annoyed when he refused to let you pay, knowing he would do the same when he took you out for dinner tonight. but he promised he would let you pay for ice cream afterwards, and even if it wasn’t the same, you knew it would be the best deal you could get.

as well as that, you both accidently bumped into james and wilbur while walking around the park. you’d stuck around for a bit talking to them but then tom had dragged you away, ready to go back home. tom had said you didn’t have time to get into a deep conversation with wilbur and james, pulling you away as you promised to meet up with the two of them at a later date for coffee or something.

back home, tom made you go into the living room bringing out your gift a second later. you squinted at him as you opened it, mumbling under your breath, “we said we weren’t going to do gifts.”

“it’s only small.” he excused, laughing slightly under his breath as you rolled your eyes, unwrapping it.

it was a lego flower.

a lego rose, unassembled, which meant that he wanted to build it with you. a small smile curved into your lips as you looked up at him grinning. “how did you know?”

“know what?” he asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

without saying another word, you reached behind the sofa and pulled out your gift, chucking it at him. it rattled as he caught it, and he laughed, immediately knowing what it was. he ripped the wrapping paper apart and smiling at the lego yellow tulip that was sprawled across the front of the box.

he looked up at you, a loving look in those gorgeous blue eyes. “we said we weren’t doing presents.”

“shut up.” you shook your head, leaping across the small gap between you and tom, closing it as you pulled him into a hug with such vigour that it pushed the two of you onto the floor. “i love you.”

“love you too, lovely." he spoke, smiling. "cmon, lets build them." and you push yourself off of him, pulling him up with you, ending up just in front him as you passed him the yellow tulip box.

after a few minutes of silence, you got up and grabbed the speaker from upstairs, connecting it to your phone and putting on your shared playlist. it consisted of a lot, including lovejoy, mac miller, khai dreams and a few other of your favourite artists, like the lumineers and many others. it was the perfect playlist for this, just chilling together while building each others presents.

just under half an hour later, you hold the red flower out, examining it and smiling, seeing tom behind it, just finishing as well. you took his hand as you hand him your flower.

"give me one second, i've got the perfect thing to put this in."

and you squeezed his hand lightly behind standing up and leaving the room. you came back a few seconds later with a small pot that had been sitting on your desk without a use for the past few months. tom handed you both flowers as you put each one in. they sat perfectly in the small pot, and tom stood up as you made your way to the windowsill, sitting them on the rim along the bottom. they fit perfectly in the spot, along with the other small, real plants that were scattered along the windowsill.

tom came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling his chin on your shoulder. "perfect."

"i know!" you laughed, leaning your head back so you could look up at him, which didn't quite work out as he leaned to the right to leave a soft kiss against your cheek. you giggled slightly at his actions, relaxing further into him as you looked out the window together.

but suddenly he was gone, spinning you around and taking your hand in his. "now come on! dinner reservations are soon, and you've got to get ready! we need to be out of the house by half six."

"we going fancy or casual?" you asked, holding his hand tightly, smiling up at the man you loved so dearly.

he shrugged. "somewhere inbetween. honestly, it doesn't really matter, it's not a 'we'll throw you out if you're not dressed black tie' but it's not casual. find something that works for that."

"very helpful." you grinned, leaning up to kiss him softly, feeling his hands on your waist as they squeezed softly.

it wasn't over yet, but this was already the best day you'd ever had. you didn't think anything could ever stop you from loving that man, and you don't expect tom would ever do anything to even threaten that. you'd never felt so much love for one person, and you were sure that he felt the exact same way towards you. life couldn't have been better.

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit fluff #fluff #tom simons #tom simons x reader #tom simons fluff #fanfiction #fluff fanfic

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dylandotwhat · 10 months

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This was actually fanart of @ratspleen 's fic 'Home Again, Home Again' I did nearly 2 years ago back in August

So if anybody's into SBI and aliens mixed together with a sprinkle (bucket load) of the Humans are Space Orc propaganda, go check it out!

#fanfic #fanfic fanart #sbi #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnt fanart #techno phil and tubbo are there in spirit #little doodle spirits #aliens #humans are space raccoons #well tommy is #humans are space orcs #my art

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qqquib · 1 year

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IN HONOR OF HEATWAVES BEING REMOVED FROM AO3

i’m only counting fics i’ve personally read bc im silly 🤭

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lavenderstarsx · 5 months

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he was so real for this.

#tommyinit mcyt #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit #tom simons #tubboxtommy #tubboxtommyfic #tubbo #mcyt #lol #idk man

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overlordinavoid · 3 months

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Psst

Hey, you wanna good fanfic that will make your silly heart cry?

No?

Too bad

Ok enough with that, there is this fic, thst i LOVE and one of my friendos made it and i love it so so much

I made some art of it and i wanted to share it, because i reread the fic and holy fuck i just love it

IMAGINE CONTAINS SPOILERS

Ok, here is the fic, if you like angst and having your heart weep, then you will like this!

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hivemindscape · 1 year

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It is crushing to have to say, that Sun, known as @sundial-at-night in the community, passed away on 19th of February, from heart failure. She went in her sleep.

Sun was amazing in every way. Her power of will - unmatched. Her energy - literally sunshine. What ever she pursued, she dedicated her entire self to. She found joy in all corners of the life that was unfair to her since birth. She had big beautiful plans.

If you want to appreciate the works Sun put incredible passion and excitement into, here’s her Ao3. You might know her crimeboys centric fics, "New Deceit's an Old Design" series, the Hunger Games au, the Dust Bowl au, the big marvel fic "Let Me Know if It Gets Above a Six". Her side blog is @tiny-cacti-magnet. Spreading of this post is very appreciated

Being connected to people via fandoms, creating and being recognised was crucial in the last years of her life. Sun fought hard to escape the choking confines of the culture she grew up in, every word of hers you’re reading is an achievement in ways you don’t know. She didn’t get enough time to run away physically, in the end, but her mind and her art was free.

Every piece of her that is left in any one of her readers' minds is priceless. So I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for perceiving her, for giving her feedback, for leaving a like, for making her smile, for making her happy.

We were each other's soulmates and future. She was the love of my life. She inspired me like no one before her did, and most prominent instances weren't even fandom related. Sun made me want to fight for a life I was excited to live. That fight is gone, now. But I want her stories to be forever.

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gayritory · 1 year

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

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

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

(No disrespect to em she's amazing)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Absolutely not..

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

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

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

No wonder this zoo was free...

Every date after that turned more and more chaotic.

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

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

You just wanted to have your Wattpad moment...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"DO YOU WANNA MAKE THE BALLS?"

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out you were wrong yet again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

awwww:(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence encouraged you to continue your words;

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

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

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

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

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

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

"TOM? what are you doi-"

"your my personal feet holder"

you missed this side of tom..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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deejayrockz · 7 months

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hello!! I saw that you made a post about being obsessed with dadbur (as am I) I was wondering, could you do one where Wilbur's daughter just goes up to Tommy and starts talking to him, maybe doing something cute or like saying "I luv you!" To him and him going all soft LOL if not I get it just thought it would be cute

PAIRING — wilburs daughter + cc!tommy

SUMMARY — tommy decides his friends daughter is his new cuddle buddy

NOTES — fluff fluff fluff (duhhh), tommy turns to mush, girldad!wilbur, name Adelia is used, from my wattpad book. child aged 4-5

EXTRA — are you kidding i literally giggled and kicked my feet this idea is so cute. it ain't written the best, mainly cuz i was distracted, and i've been really busy lately, but i'll try again maybe this weekend 🤗🌷

Tommy was currently given the job of babysitting Wilburs daughter, Adelia, as he was out doing sound checks, and she usually acts out from the noise.

The job seemed pretty easy so far, all he did was watch whatever was on the telly, while slouching on the settee. Occasionally, he'd sit up to look for Adelia, only to find her by the doll house, causing him to slouch down again for another 20 minutes.

"Tommy.." Adelia dragged on, a questioning tone to her voice. He hummed in response, moving his eyes from the tv to the young girl now infront of him.

"Can i tell you a secret?" She smiled, a barbie doll in her hand.

"Sure, what is it?" He asked, grunting slightly as he picked her up and sat her on his knee. She petted the barbies hair, as she giggled and whispered in his ear.

"Daddy said he thinks you're cool, i think you're cool too," She smiled, as Tom actually felt his heart melt into a puddle in his chest.

"Yeah?" He confirmed, a proud smile on his face. Sure, he liked the fact that his friend thought he was cool, but the fact that his friends daughter thought he was cool? that is all he ever wanted in life.

She nodded and hummed in confirmation, yawning before laying on his chest and watching the tv with him, still sat on his lap. His smile stretched wider, wrapping his arm around the five year olds shoulder, switching the channel to a more kid-friendly one.

"Tommy, do you like Molly?" Adelia asked, curling into his shirt, eyes drooping closed.

"I like molly a lot, she's my girlfriend," He laughed, soothing the girl to sleep by slightly bouncing his knee.

"When you get married, can i be the flower girl?" she smiled, eyes now closed, barbie doll on her lap.

"Sure," he smiled, kissing the girls forehead, before letting her rest on his lap. his heart melted, almost not believing a kid could be so loving. "sure you can," he confirmed, leaning his head back on the settee, eyes closing.

Will had gotten home around 7:30PM, expecting to see a very hyper Adelia running around, and a almost just as hyper Tommy chasing after her, but he didn't. In fact, he was met with complete silence. It almost worried him, almost. Until he saw the pair cuddled up on the settee.

Tom was laying on his back, head rested on the arm of the sofa, Adelia on his chest, a barbie doll in hand. Her favourite doll, one that she never lets anybody go near. the fact that she was allowing tom to cuddle with it was a big thing.

Will smiled, his heart warming at the sight of his younger brother and daughter cuddled on his settee. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it and spreading it neatly across the two. He kissed Adelias forehead, before fluffing toms hair and then moving to his own room, allowing the pair to sleep on the settee peacefully.

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xgermankittycatx--commsopen · 10 months

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ranboo and tommy meet for the first time in the zombie apocalypse at this place, cause i said so >:]]

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nomsfaultau · 1 month

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Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Philza flinches. He doesn’t understand why Tommy is suddenly shouting at him for supposedly exploiting his instincts. But he does understand the way Tommy’s wings puff up, bracing to be hit, and it makes Philza freeze as he watches his hatchling throw open the door and storm out of his life.

“Would it make you more comfortable if I remove your feathers?”

Tommy stumbles slightly at the threshold, then scoffs, throwing a glare over his shoulder. “As if you would. It’s too convenient to force my instincts to feel safe around you.” That would explain why Tommy isn’t looking at him. Philza can’t breathe. His chick doesn’t feel safe?

Tommy is confused and wary when Philza removes the hatchling’s feathers and hands them back. It only grows as Philza asks if he wants the ones woven into the nest removed as well. The fact he’s at a loss as to why someone would respect his boundaries hurts almost as much as ripping out where Tommy’s feathers mark him as part of the flock.

But he does it, since that’s what Tommy needs to feel safe, even if Tommy is suspicious of his attempts. Horrifically, he discovers almost every act of affection was interpreted as manipulation, especially the parental ones. Philza winces as Tommy declares he wants to self-preen from now on, decrying the bonding experience as nothing more than manipulation.

But- hadn’t Tommy liked it? Philza isn’t stupid, he’s figured it would hit close to memories of his abuser. That’s why he’d been so careful to frequently ask if he wanted to stop. But Tommy had coo’d back every time, asking him to keep petting his wings long past the point they were tidy. Like he wanted to stay in Philza’s arms forever. That’s why Philza asked to make their flock official, he’d thought… Tommy had seemed so happy…

Philza feels confused, and awful, and worried. “You know you can let me know when I’m making you uncomfortable, right mate? You can always tell me to stop and I will.”

Tommy doesn’t believe him then.

But slowly he starts to, tentatively testing the waters over the weeks and waiting with bated breath to be punished for it. As if it’s such an overreach to demand the basic bodily autonomy of people asking permission before showing physical affection. As time passes, he rejects it more and more, growing comfortable asserting his own wants. Philza aches with the desire to tuck his chick under wing, but swallows the increasing distance. It’s good that Tommy feels safe refusing what Philza wants. He’s healing. Philza’s empty arms must be a good thing.

And naturally, he becomes a little turd with it once he feels safe enough, but Philza can’t exactly resend the promise and so ends up being forced to just stand there while a zombie attacks him since “swinging that sword around makes me uncomfortable Phil, I thought you said this was a safe place.” But Tommy’s delighted laughter makes up for it, even if Philza forces him to replace the golden apples he wasted to survive. He doesn’t mind the little pranks.

But something in Philza panics when Tommy finally abandons the nest to sleep in a bed. He can’t sleep at night, tormented by the keen awareness his nest is empty. Instincts howl to find his chick, because no matter how he fights it that doesn’t change the imprinting. Verging on falling prey to parental instincts and dragging the boy to the safety of the nest, Philza sneaks out the front door and slumps against it. He can’t break that trust, he just can’t. But neither can he sleep with an empty nest.

His movement sends a few dogs barking, and it isn’t long before Techno looms over him in the cloak of midnight. Philza holds himself a little tighter. “My nest is empty,” he says hoarsely. Techno lurches to action, till assured Tommy is perfectly safe. “He doesn’t want to be my hatchling. It hurt him too deeply last time.” And yet his instincts care not, crying in panic. Philza buries his face in the knees drawn to his chest.

“Would you be able to sleep if something else filled the nest? Like, could the instincts tell the difference?” Philza has no idea, but as exhausted as he is he’s willing to try. Or, till Techno volunteers himself, because Philza really doesn’t want to make his instincts Techno’s problem. Techno shrugs. “Probably a lot less awkward for me than it is Tommy, given how long we’ve known each other. Might as well try.” Not that Techno cares to be viewed as a piglet, but his feelings were bruised when the broody Philza categorized him as a threat. “We’re a flock, aren’t we?”

“Always.” So Techno burrows into the nest, rooting it up till Philza’s feathers ruffle disapprovingly. They’re different, and Techno likes it that way, but the dozens of little instances where their instincts misalign get under his fur sometimes, like a wedge between them. But they both refuse to let it stop them. The hesitance is drowned in a yawn, and Philza nestles over him. It’s a reassuring pressure, reminding Techno of the sounder he long aged out of. Soft feathers wrap around him, and after a few sleepy coos, Philza drifts off, finally assured that his nest is barren no more. Techno smiles, glad he could help his friend. He wraps an arm around Philza’s feathered back, and likewise accepts the embrace of slumber.

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shubblelive · 1 year

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— CUT THAT

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

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

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

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

word count : 966

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#wishing i could write my name on it #tommay #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit x reader fluff #tommyinnit fanfic

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