#tommyinnit x reader fluff
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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.”
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five small moments | tommyinnit
let me know if you want me to do another one of these. they're really fun [not chronological order but can be from the same relationship]. tommyinnit x fem!reader
1 - tickling them from behind before hugging them [318]
you stood at the kitchen counter, stirring the tea with mossy cobblestone by bears in trees echoing from the speaker in the office. today it was only you and tom in the office, having the whole place to yourself as tommy streamed from his individual room and you edited on the shared computer for a new video that was supposed to come out tomorrow.
being so into the music (since it was tommy's playlist), you didn't hear tommy exit his office to sneak up behind you. a shriek came from you as his hands swiftly moved to your waist and tickled against the exposed skin. your heart rate increased slightly as a laugh came from you, tommy burying his face into your neck, pressing a tickling kiss to the skin there as well.
"tommy!" you laughed, listening as he laughed as well, squeezing your waist as the tickling came to a stop.
he moved his arms around your waist, pulling you against his front, a chin on your shoulder. the hoodie he was wearing engulfed you, and suddenly you were the calmest you'd been in ages. suddenly the song turned to ultimately by khai dreams and tommy was slowly starting to move to a sway, along with the soft beat of his favourite artist.
"tommy..." you asked slowly, head rested back against his shoulder, at the perfect height. "what are you doing?"
your boyfriend chuckled softly, enjoying the confusion. "nothing in particular. enjoy my time, that's all."
"you're cute." you giggled at him, turning around in his arms to pull him into a tighter hug, head against his chest. his arms move from around your waist to your shoulders as he holds you tighter than before. nowhere else did you feel as safe, nowhere else made you feel like you didn't need to be anywhere else. with tommy, you knew you were the safest you possibly could be.
2 - knuckles brushing against each others and getting shy [367]
the london vlog had been in the works for a few weeks now, but since ranboo could only just get to the uk in the past week, it could only have been filmed now. london was busy as hell, as usual, but that was good because it meant there were lots of distractions to keep the video on its toes.
tubbo and ranboo were walking ahead of you and tommy as the four of you walked down southbank. somehow, you and tommy had gotten distracted by the skateboarders under the bridge and so tubbo and ranboo were a few meters ahead. it didn't take them long to notice, but ranboo immideately noticed how close the two of you were standing together.
soon enough, the camera was directed at the two of you. "what do you think they're talking about?" tubbo asked, zooming in with the camera.
"i dunno, but they're both being rather cute about it, huh." ranboo declared.
it was then that your hand dropped from the railing, falling to your side and so close to tommy's hand that both ranboo and tubbo noticed, one of them reaching over to zoom the camera even more onto your hands brushing up against each others.
"just hold her hand, dude!" ranboo whispers, loud enough so that the camera can hear it. and then there were the actual skin touching. an obvious shy attempt of tommy's to hold your hand but the action was taken over by nerves as he pulled away and shoved his hands into his pockets. "c'mon!" ranboo cried, tubbo raising a hand in disbelief.
"i've been telling him to ask her out for months now." tubbo explained. "they're both idiots, though."
"they're both idiots whether its to do with the fact that they like each other not, toby." ranboo laughed, shoving tubbo slightly. "come on, lets walk on, they'll catch up eventually."
both you and tommy felt the disappointment in yourself that you didn't make the move that day. tommy was sure to get a teasing by both tubbo and ranboo during the sleepover thatg occured that same night. maybe he would ask you out the next day. since you were seeing each other anyway.
3 - one small kiss before a passionate one [484]
tommy held your hand at your front door, the moon high in the sky above the two of you as he smiled down at you. nothing in that moment could have taken the grin off your face. the first date with him went so much better than you expecting, a goofy session of bowling in town ending up in the park and getting locked in. he had hefted you over the fence to get out, both landing on your sides and not being able to get up from stomach-pain inducing laughter.
"thank you tommy." you smiled, watching as a chuckled sligjtly under his breath. "i had a really fun time tonight."
you felt his hand squeeze yours slightly. "even when we got stuck in the park."
"even when we got stuck into the park, yes." you nodded.
suddenly a comfortable silence took over, the rush of traffic at the end of the road and a slight breezing being the only sound. it wasn't bad, and you were even about to invite tommy inside. maybe to watch a movie or something, but he spoke first. it was a question that you certainly hadn't been expecting - but in no way does that mean you didn't want it.
"can i kiss you?" and maybe the nod you answered with was a little too eager.
tommy was still hesitant, though, reaching a hand slowly up to rest against the skin of your cheek, thumb caressing the skin slightly. it took you to nod again for him to lean down finally and press his lips against yours. it was everything you expected and more, but over too soon. nerves got the better of him and he pulled away, making it a simple little peck. not enough.
"sorry." he mumbles, a hand lifted away from your cheek and going around the back of his head to scratch the back of his neck.
your eyes softened, noticing how shy he became all of a sudden. it wasn't the tommy you really knew, but it was sweet and even endearing. you knew that he would appreicate the move you wanted to take, so you took it immediately. a hand reaching up to his wrist, using it to pull him down against your lips again. a longer, more eager kiss that represented how much you liked him. how much you wanted to ask him inside because somehow this boy had gotten you more smitten than with anyone else.
and when you pulled back, you didn't miss the excited look in his eyes that said he really did appraicte the move you made. that, and the small gasp he let out as he stood up straight. "woah."
"you're welcome." you laughed, grabbing his hand again. "i really don't want to say goodbye. did you wanna come inside and watch a movie?"
tommy smiled again, nodding. "only if there's popcorn."
"you under estimate me, tom."
4 - playing with each others hair [291]
the lion king was playing on the tv in front of you. the soft pillow that was your boyfriend was laying beneath you, arms wrapped tight around your waist, his face buried in your hair. ignoring the obstacle of the blanket that was laid over the two of you, you swiftly spun yourself around so that you were kaying stomach to stomach with tommy, being able to see the grin on his face when he saw yours.
"hi." he smiled.
you didn't say anything, just pressing a kiss against his forehead and resting your head alongisde his, nose against his hair. he moves so that there's one hand around your waist and the other moves up to your hair, twirling a strand of his around his fingers.
his hair didn't smell the same, though. instead of his usual shampoo smell he always had, there were a softer, more familiar smell to it that you recognised. you pulled away from him and frowned at him. "did you use my shampoo?"
"maybe..." he grinned slyly. "i ran out of mine, that's all."
you giggled at his words, a hand now in his hair, brushing the fluffiness around and twirling it inbetween your fingers. "no i don't mind at all. it's made it really soft."
tommy mumbled something, smiling up at you and pressing a surprising peck against your nose. "maybe i should use it more often, then."
"well, i certainly won't be complaining." you laughed, letting your hand fall from his hair and onto his chest, cushioned by his favourite hoodie. you let your head also fall onto his chest, feeling his arms squeeze you tightly as you closed your eyes and let yourself be comfortable around him. oh, how you loved him.
5 - small comforts while the other is crying [545]
your eyes were hot with tears that fell down onto your cheeks and then to the floor, some landing on your shoes as you ran up the stairs that led to his apartment. you didn't know why you had come here it seemed like he was the only that could comfort you enough to get you out of a mood like this.
the knock on his door was weak. weak enough that you were worried he wasn't going to hear it, but then you hear him call 'i'm coming!' from inside and all most of your nerves were gone. and just a second later, the door swung open, revealing tommy in jeans and that same hoodie you loved, his arms dropping from the edge of the door and the grin on his face dropping as he saw the look on your face and the tears in your eyes.
"love." he murmurs. "come here, oh my god."
you practically fell into him, the softed of his hoodie instantly becoming home and the sense of inevitable doom slowly whitling away into nothing. just a figment of your imagination. there were a small close of his door before he took your hand in his as he took you into the living room. he told you to ignore the show that was playing on the tv but you cold help but check to see whether you had seen it. you had.
he settled you on the sofa, taking you immeditely into his arms again, his cheek resting against your hair, unconsciously rocking you back and forth. worried started to overtake him, though, as thoughts of what could have caused this breakdown on you entered his mind. if it was something, he would make sure you never had to do it again; if it was someone, he would make sure whoever it was apologised and you got revenge.
but you were more important. "do you wanna talk about it? what happened, lovely?"
"uhh." your voice was shakey as you pulled away from him, using your sleeve to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "i can't-" you paused, gathering your thoughts. "i can't remember. i just suddenly felt so alone, there was no one around and i just felt so lonely so i thought i would come to see you and on the way i thought you wouldn't want me to interupt your day off so i turned back but then i started crying and now i'm here and i don't know why and i'm so sorry, oh god, you probably don't want me here-"
tommy laughed as he pressed his hand up against your mouth, stopping your fast train of thoughts in an instant. "you're rambling, love."
"sorry." you mumbled from under his mouth. he took it away frmo your face and took your hand in his again.
"you've got nothing to be sorry for." he explained, "i told you when i moved here that you could pop around any time you wanted and i wouldn't care less. you mean the world to me, and i couldn't stand you being lonely, ever. please, i'd rather you be here and not feel isolated than suffer at home."
you smiled, sniffing and leaning your head onto his shoulder. "yeah. thank you."
"always." he smiled, and your worries came to an end.
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Kissing in the Moonlight | Tommyinnit pt1
Just got this idea from one bit in the song: can't remember to forget you, or whatever it's called, just found the audio on TikTok tbh
This is based off of the stream where tommy is in Paris with Dadza, Mumza and Wil, just you are added
Edit: i made a pt2 but i don't know how to set up links so you can go to my page and find it, or if some of you know how to please tell me how :')
Keywords: y/n - your name; e/c - eye colour
This is a Tommyinnit x gn!reader
Warnings: none, just fluff
Enjoy :)
(not my gif)
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As the plane came to a stop, Phil, Kristin, Wil, Tommy and Y/n got of the plane, walking through the airport.
"you know France is the city of romance?" Tommy asked Wilbur, "yep." Wilbur said, "i sould meet the love of my life here." "France is the city?" "O could meet the love of my life in this-" "you won't." "Why not?" Tommy asked, "cuz you're never going to meet the love of your life, you're gonna die alone."... "Phil! You know i could meet the love of my life here!"
For the following time at the airport, Tommy asked Wil how to say things in French, Y/n was talking with Kristin, and Phil was just filming everything laughing behind camera.
When they finally got out of the airport the first place we went to was of course the Eiffel tower, Tommy bought himself a cup of coffee, all of it spilling in his hands, they started climbing up the Eiffel tower, making jokes here and there, and y/n cringed every time they looked to see how far up they were.
At some point Tommy got stuck between the bar's of the Eiffel tower that they had to shimmy his head out of the bars, and unlucky for them, Phil didn't film it.
They soon got off from the Eifel Tower to go to the museum, Phil nad Kristin stopped at a bakery, "oh look at the married couple." Tommy said pointing the camera to Phil and Kristin then to him to quote on quote 'spit on it' as a sign of disrespect
Tommy started to whine that he wanted to go home, and Phil and Wil posed in front of the Eiffel tower like a couple tommy on the side of the photo looking like a little child tht photo bombed someone
They found a small bug that they named Carl, and Tommy claimed that Carl was like the pokemon, yelling go Carlos
They entered the art gallery Tommy and Wilbur singing the Jurassic park theme song, Tommy drooled over a sculpture of a woman and her boob's as y/n looked around the gallery with fascination in her eyes, and Tommy frond himself staring in to y/n's e/c eyes
"hey you okay big man?" Wilbur asked as Tommy shook his head getting out of his thoughts, "yeah just zoned out." Tommy said chuckling awkwardly
After visiting the Mona Lisa painting they soon left the museum and just chilled around it, throwing water bottle's at Tommy, one of them nearly hitting a person, and they left to go to a restaurant to eat... Snails... And frog legs... Yeah
Phil was the first one to try and eat the snail, he slurped the insides and said that it tasted like osme type of garlic, the Kristin was the next one to try it, and she actually thought it was good!?! Tommy and i looked as Kristin with pure shock and disgust, "get a divorce." Tommy and i said in usion as Kristin and Phil laughed quietly
"Tommy, i will try a snail if you try one." I said looking at Tommy raising a hand for a handshake, "Deal." Tommy said shaking my head and we both took one snail and took it out of it's shell, we took a bite at the same time and both cringed at the taste, "here, have some wine." Wilbur said handing tommy a glass of wine as Kristin handed me a glass of water, "but y/n gets water! Why do I get wine?" Tommy asked, "it's because you whine a lot now you rather drink that or nothing." Wil answered and y/n chocked on water, Tommy took a sip of wine and gagged at the taste
"oh that's even worse!" Tommy whisper yelled
"how do you eat the frog?" Tommy asked as Phil took a bite of a slug, "go in Phil!" Wilbur cheered him on quietly, "Philza minecrafte eating slugs." Tommy singed, "oh i can taste the earth." Phil gagged, "frog kinda Pog." Tommy said looking at me then the camera as he continued eating the frog legs
Now we were skipping through town enjoying the night air, "we have to get to the apartment." Wilbur said rushing, and we followed him behind
---y/n's pov--- + time skip
I said goodnight to everyone and went to a room with Kristin, laying don't in my bed and getting in to my pj's i lied down on my bed, "goodnight Kristin." I said turning off the bedside lamp, "goodnight y/n." She said and turned off her bedside lamp.
After two hours or so i still couldn't fall asleep, i looked to my side to see Kristin sleeping peacefully, and i sighed quietly in anoyence, the door to our room slowly and quietly started to open and fear overtook me, i watched the door in fear to reveal... Tommy? "Tommy what are you doing here? It's like... Two in the morning." I whispered quietly, "shh! I'll explain later just get dressed and follow me." He whispered, i rolled my eyes and got out of bed as i opened my backpack and took a plain white shirt, baggy jeans and under ware, (if you are female that includes a bra.), I quietly got dressed and picked up my backpack, taking my phone from the bedside table and off the charger, i left the room slowly closing the door as quietly as possible as to not wake up Kristin, "okay so what do you want Tommy." I whispered, "Wanna go to the city?" He asked and i sighed, "but what about telling Phil, Kristin and Wilbur?" I asked ,"oh who cares let's just go, get the late night Paris air, aye?" He said, i sighed, "fine let's go." I said grabbing the spare keys to the apartment that Tommy was holding.
We left the apartment keys at the front desk and walked around town, "wanna go to the Eiffel tower? I think it glows at night." Tommy said, "just look to your left dimwit, you're gonna see it glowing." I said pointing ot the Eiffel tower, Tommy chuckled in embarrassesment, "oh yeah... Anyway you still wanna go?" He asked, "sure, it'll be pretty up close." I said, "not as pretty as you." Tommy said quietly, "what was that?" I asked, "o-oh nothing!" He said tensing up.
We were just sitting at a bench in front of the Eiffel tower, admiring it's beauty, "it's peaceful." I said smiling, "yeah i know." Tommy said as i felt a pair of eyes on me, i looked towards tommy to see that he was looking at me, "are you trying to flirt with me? Is the Tommyinnit, trying to flirt with a peasant girl like me?" I asked, "No! You're not a peasant girl." Tommy said, "but you didn't deny you trying to flirty with me." I smirked at him, "so what if i was." Tommy said looking at me with a huge smirk on his face, "whatever." I said looking away flustered.
"anyway Tommy." I said, tommy hummed in response, "do you... like anyone?" I asked, Tommy chocked on air, "w-what?" He asked, "do you like anyone?" I asked, "i mean- no- do you?" He asked, i was a little disappointed by his answer, "i do actually." I said, "o-oh yeah? Who is it?" Tommy asked, and i could have swore i heard disappointed in his voice, but i brushed it off
"well I'm not going to tell you." I said, "then tell me what he's like, or wait she's like- they're like?" I said and i giggled, "well he's, kind, loud, energetic, kind of goofy and overall very sweet, he always manages to make my day, and I'm always happy when i talk to him, he has blond-ish hair and he's tall, and he has a deep British accent." I said, basically explaining to Tommy, the space between us filled with silence, the only things that could be heard are the rustling of leaves nad occasional car's passing by
"I lied." Tommy said, "what?" I turned towards him with a confused look on my face, "i lied, i do like someone." He said still looking forward, "who is it?" I asked
"you."
He said, finally looking at me, my eyes widened, "me?" I asked, "yes and i understand that you like someone else, i just- i just wanted you to know." Tommy said as his eyes started to tear up, "oh Tommy." I said as tears filled my eyes,
"I do like you." I said, "what." He said, "im saying i like you too dingus." I said laughing a little wiping my tear's, "but who were you descri- oh now i get it." I said, i started to laugh and Tommy started to laugh with me, "i literally described you! How did you not notice!" I said in between laughs, "i don't know." He said laughing
As our laughs slowly died down, and then, silence.
"so what do we do now?" I said breaking the silence looking at Tommy, and he looked at me at me same time
He extends his hand and he grabbed my cheek gently, as he slowly started to lean in he stopped before our lips could connect, "may i?" He asked, "of course dumbass." I said giggling lightly, Tommy slowly connected our lips together
The kiss felt like hours, even though it lasted a couple of seconds, but as soon as we separated for air i missed the feeling
We looked in each other's eyes, lost in the moment untill...
The phone started to ring
"Shit!" Tommy yelled grabbing his phone, "Where the FUCK are you two!" You hear Wilbur yell from the other end, "Were at the Eiffel tower." Tommy said, "Get your asses back home before go to the Eiffel tower myself and kick both of your asses!" He yelled and hung up
"Well we fucked up." I said, "we sould probably go." Tommy said standing up, "wait! One last thing before we go." I said, "what is tha-" before tommy could finish his sentence i pecked his lips, "okay now we can go." I said skipping away, Tommy stood in his spot frozen, but he shook his head quickly and followed me.
"We're fucked."
That is all, i kind of rushed the ending but i still like it.
Anyways hope ya liked it, Bye!!!
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Happy 400 Followers!!! For your drabble event, romantic cuddling with Tommy she/her if you're alright with that!
Pairing: Tommy x F!Reader
A/n: Thxs for requesting ^^
Event
As you laid on Tommy’s chest, you smiled as he pulled you closer to him while he slept, burying his head into your hair as he did so.
You both had just finished streaming and are absolutely exhausted from it, so you guys decided to cuddle. Which led to the situation of Tommy holding you as close as possible to his chest while burying his head into your hair.
You didn’t mind it of course. In fact you loved it, Tommy was never the affectionate one in the relationship, always saying big man get the affection not give. But you knew he was just flustered and embarrassed about doing so.
So these times were very precious to you.
With that last thought in mind, your eyes closed and you slowly began to drift off to sleep.
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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
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'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.
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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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“PDA:
Public Displays of Affection”
pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader
1448 words • 9.1.23
containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection
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“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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summary: it’s in the title lol
pairings: techno x reader (platonic or romantic) philza x reader (platonic) wilbur x reader(meant to be romantic but platonic too), and tommy x reader (romantic or platonic)
warnings: swearing
a/n: sup.
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PHILZA MINECRAFT
You and phil were chilling on the couch, your head gently rested on his shoulders, watching TV.
“see, i don’t know why he didn’t-“ phil said, before the sound of your snoring filled his ears. “er, mate?” he said, lightly tapping your head, to no response. phil turned the TV down, and tried to make you more comfy without awaking you. when one of his noisy sons would come in, he would tell them to, and i quote, “shut the fuck up, are you fucking blind?” in a whisper yell. when you woke up, he chuckled, and asked, “are you done?”, and proceeded to cackle at your horrified face
extra things:
WOULD NOT GET UP. EVER. HUNGRY? GOTTA WAIT, YNS ASLEEP.
knows how to handle it bc he has 3 sons and 3 more adopted kids, including you.
would tell wilbur to “stop playing your fucking guitar, someone’s trying to get their beauty sleep.”
TECHNOBLADE (fly high)
you laid on top of techno, arms draped around his sides, like this
you were really tired that day, and really wanted some rest. everyone else was out at wilbur’s gig, and techno was your best option.
“eH?” was all techno said when you asked if you could cuddle with him. “why would i do that?” was the next thing
eventually, you bribed him by letting him read you greek mythology, and after some begging, he finally gave in and, will rolled eyes, let you climb onto him.
you listened to him ramble on about how cool some of the gods were, his voice putting your brain to rest. as he rambled, he noticed your breathing getting quieter, and you stopped moving.
“hey? yn?” he whispered, before finally realizing you were sound asleep.
both mortified and in appreciation of you, he quietly sat there, letting you rest. every once in a while he’s tap on you, to see if you had woken up yet, but your still body didn’t budge.
when the boys got home, their ruckus woke you up. and techno was fully prepared to fight them.
EXTRA STUFF
if you started showing that you were cold, he would put his cloak on you without second thought.
when you’ve okie up, he just smirked and said, “welcome.”
WILBUR
you came into his room after school, tired and worn out of the day.
“hey.” wil said, strumming his guitar, smiling.
“hey. can i sleep in here? i wanna be in a quiet room” you said.
“yeah, cmon.” he said, setting his guitar down on the ground and laying down, patting himself like a chair.
“on you?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“of course.” wil said, smiling. you laid down on him, quickly feeling comfortable and at home.
eventually, you both fell asleep, just like this:
EXTRA STUFF:
every once in a while, he would wipe some hair out of your face and hold your cheek.
forehead kisses. obviously.
TOMMYINNIT
when you first walked into his room asking to sleep, he looked horrified
“i beg your fucking pardon?” he asked, as you giggled your head off.
“alright fine.” he eventually muttered, opening his lanky arms to let you come into his arms
you climbed into his arms, and you couldn’t ignore the look of adoration he gave you.
you fell asleep in his arms, like this:
EXTRA STUFF
when wilbur found you two, tommy immediately whisper screamed at him to fuck off
he stared at you for the entire time, just admiring you :)
#wilbur soot fluff#tommyinnit x reader#sbi x reader#fluff#philza x reader#philza#technoblade#technoblade x reader#sbi#fanfic#mcyt#mcyt x reader#dsmp x you#dsmp
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Imagine this with Tommy in the background of a group stream
OMG OMG OMG YES!! This is too good not to write for, but I kept it short and sweet.
Pairing: CC!Tommy x Fem!Reader
Beguiled In The Background
"What are you even looking at?" Tommy asks quietly, staring at you. His thumb rubs idle circles on your shoulder while you two lay there, almost in your own little bubble.
"Just Insta. I've discovered the highland cow tag."
"Cute." He murmurs, but he isn't looking at your phone. He's still looking at you.
You tilt your head downwards to meet his gaze, your hair falling like a curtain around you two. Now you really are in your own bubble, hidden from anyone else.
"You weren't even looking at my phone."
"Nope." His cocky grin paired with the tone of his voice makes you laugh.
Leaning down, you connect your lips in a brief kiss before tucking your hair behind your ears and resuming your Instagram scrolling.
"Hey!" He complains sharply.
"What?"
"Oh, fuck you."
"What?" You repeat, grin growing.
"You know what!"
"Do I?"
"Fuck. You."
"So you don't want another kiss?"
"Now now, let's not jump to things!"
You're moving to kiss him again when your phone buzzes in your hand. Looking up at your phone to see the notification, you open it. He groans, a vibration you can feel due to your position.
"That's just fucking rude."
"I got a notification!" You defend. "It's-"
You cut yourself off when you realize what you're seeing. An Instagram post by a fan account that's tagged both you and Tommy. More importantly than that, it's a photo of you two. No, a screenshot.
"...Us?" You finish.
"Us?" He echoes.
"Yeah, look!"
Moving your phone so he can see, you show him the post. For a second he just stares at it.
"At least it's a cute photo." You laugh, saving it to your camera roll. "And we're trending on Twitter."
Tommy turns his head, looking off to the right. "You fuckers have ruined our moment." He loudly announces.
You laugh, turning to see the stream he just interrupted. Three people meet your gaze, knowing smiles on each of their faces. Well, a knowing smile is on Aimsey's. Ranboo and Billzo's just look evil.
"Maybe don't be cute on our stream next time." Ranboo says.
"Yeah, get over here and actually stream!" Aimsey adds.
"Guys, guys, we have to give the straight couple some respect." Billzo jokes, nudging them all.
"No, this is my stream. I can disrespect them all I want. Get over here." Ranboo responds.
"Fuck off!" Tommy yells, raising his hand to flip them off.
"They are right." You sigh, getting out of bed. "Chat, sorry not sorry."
"Never even got my fucking kiss."
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Wilbur and Y/n: *staring into each others eyes*
Tommy: *opens soda can*
Wilbur: We are having a moment
Tommy: And I'm having a cola
#wilbur soot x you#dream smp imagine#dsmp imagine#dream smp x reader#dsmp#mcyt x y/n#dsmp x reader#dream smp#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagine#dsmp x y/n#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x y/n#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur x reader#wilbur x y/n#wilbur x you#wilbur soot fluff#tommyinnit
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I have a better idea
trying to help sorrybur get his morph suit on cause he can't zip up the back
- 🎙 anon
“A Little Help, Love?”
Sorrybur x Female Reader
Warnings: Some suggestive jokes
As much as I love writing smut… yea, this is hilarious and 100% happened on set. My personal headcannon is he wore the jeans NOT FOR WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING, but because the morph suit was too short on his legs and he wanted to cover it up, by the way 😂 I know, I know, the smut writer not thinking about dick for once!
Fic below cut!
“Sweetheart?”
Wilbur’s voice distracts me from my book, and I glance up to see him wearing about half of his costume for today’s Sorry Boys shoot. It’s a lurid yellow morph suit, probably the worst color I’ve ever seen on him, and ridiculously tight.
I manage to swallow down the burst of laughter threatening to spill from my mouth. “What’s up?”
“I’m, uh, stuck,” he admits, trying to tug the fabric up a few more inches. “A little help, love?”
I allow myself a small giggle, setting down my book and hopping up from where I’m sat. “What’s with the… yellow?”
“Tommy’s idea,” Wilbur sighs, wincing as I tug the suit over his shoulders. “He clearly didn’t think about my height. I had to cut the feet off the suit to make it cover my legs, and now I’ve practically got my entire calf out.”
Glancing down, I see the frayed edges of the suit, confirming his haphazard job with some scissors. “Are you going to wear your jeans over it, then?”
“I’ll have to,” he agrees with a grimace. “You’re going to have to zip it up, too. Don’t get my back hair stuck in the zipper.”
Once the suit is fully on, I can’t hold back my laughter. “Oh. My. God. I’m surprised you don’t want to kill Tommy for this one.”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I do.” Wilbur mutters, allowing me my moment of sheer hysterics as he pulls on his jeans. “Throw me my socks? I am not going barefoot on YouTube.”
Tommy and Charlie stick their heads in the door of the dressing room, both with their outfits on.
“Wow, someone’s looking bright,” Charlie laughs, taking in the full effect of morph suit, jeans, and socks. “Damn, didn’t want the audience to have a glance at the effect of a morph suit around one’s bulge?”
By this point, I’m practically on the floor.
“Well, can’t say it’s doing either of you any favors, either,” Wilbur lightly comments. “My girlfriend happens to like me in the morph suit.”
“Do I?” I manage through tears of mirth, making him pretend to kick me. “I’m kidding, Will. I like you no matter what stupid outfit Tommy makes you wear.”
#princesswrites#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x you#wilbur soot#wilbur x reader#mcyt x you#wilbur x you#wilbur soot fluff#princessfics#sorry boys#sorrybur#mcyt fluff#wilbur mcyt#charlie slimecicle#slimecicle#tommyinnit
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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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tell the world
genre | fluff
warnings | one kiss (not detailed), tiny mention of lockdown, use of y/n, she/her pronouns used, unedited
pairings | tommyinnit x editor!fem!reader; platonic!wilbur soot x reader
word count | around 1.1K
a/n | first tommy fic! promise I'm getting around to those requests I have the beginnings of them in my drafts!
the title of the video would just be “announcement” in all caps. it was dramatic, it was enticing and with both you and tommy in the thumbnail, everyone would know it was important and everyone would click on the video. the message would get to everyone that was a fan of either of you - or at least it had to get to as many people as possible. there was no point in hiding it anymore, now was the time.
you had met tommy a while ago. years and years ago, you had been a childhood friend of will’s, having grown up around him and his family and been a few years below him in secondary and primary. when he had started youtube and twitch, you had come to him about being his editor, and he had been more than happy to hire you. all throughout lockdown the two of you lived together, him streaming and filming and then you editing the vods and videos ready to post. you were easily best friend, and were around him all throughout the dream smp, when he met tommy.
it was around this time that you met tommy, too. him and wilbur’s characters were close and so they were drawn together which naturally meant you were too. both of you were similar ages and easily had a lot in common. then there was the first time the crimeboys met in real life, and of course, you were there. tommy han’t really seen you before, but was completely smitten around you. it was so out of character for him that you couldn’t- wouldn’t believe it was true when wilbur told you. (there were also behind the scenes clips of wilbur teasing tommy about being so smitten, but he would never let them see the light of day).
when tommy started filming so much that he didn’t have the time to edit his videos well enough for the viewer count he was getting each time, you happily stepped up. wilbur was slowly filming less and less with lovejoy starting and you needed something to do, and this was the perfect way to pass your time and make a bit of money (and spend more time with your crush)
then sorry boys started. they needed an editor and there you were. by now you were comfortable enough to put your face out onto the internet and so naturally had cameos in the videos, as well as being in the behind the scenes clips that were put together for the other sorry boys channels. it was also just before this that tommy had made a move. finally. wilbur and the rest of them had had enough of the flirting and the refusal to accept feelings from both parties, forcing tommy to just tell you already. which he did. it was sweet but its a story for another time.
that was about six months ago. you had managed to join them on all their escapades; amsterdam, france, hiring out a trampoline and water park, the whole lot. it was brilliant, all apart from one thing: trying to keep your relationship from being too obvious.
you were in every video. so was tommy. both of you were extremely touchy in the worst of times, let alone when you were having fun and there was only so much you could cut out of videos. somehow the two of you had to restrain from going too near each other otherwise the entire twitch and youtube community would blow up. it was so difficult. which was why you and tommy had given open. today was the day.
the camera was rolling. for now you were out of frame but in a few minutes you would be in the frame and by the evening, everyone would know about tommy and you. it was about damn time, though.
“i have a girlfriend!” tommy spoke, as soon as the camera started recording.
immediately, you burst into laughter at his words. he turned and looked at you with a questioning look, but you just shook your head, unable to speak. “i-” you paused, slowing down your breathing so you could speak, the laughter dying down. “i didn’t expect you to just say it so outwardly. i thought you would at least build up to it.”
he shrugged, still looking confused. “do you want me to build up to it?”
“no, no, just do it however you want, it was just sudden. that’ll be a good clip though.”
“‘course it will.” he grinned, shaking his head at you and turning back to the camera. “yes it’s true! it’s official! she’s actually right here next to me, and you do all know her. or at least, you should.”
he paused a moment. but then he didn’t start talking again, so you spoke up. “you going to continue?”
“no i don’t think so.”
you stood up from his bed, still staying out of frame but resting a hand on the back of his chair so he had to look up at you. “tommy, you might as well. i’ve spoke so much now that they almost definitely know it's me.”
he laughed softly, looking swiftly between you and the camera. and then suddenly he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down into his lap. well, now you were in the frame for sure. and sitting in tommy's lap for the whole world to see. you couldn't blame him, though, having gone so long without being able to show the world how much he loved you, of course he wasn't going to let go of you when the two of you finally told everyone.
"well now they know." tommy laughed, clutching your hand and looking one last time at you, then towards the camera. "boys, this is my girlfriend. the wonderful y/n."
you started laughing yet again, unable to contain your simple joy at his announcement. no more hiding, no more having to drop his hand in public or standing away from him so people didn't get suspicious. your head automatically fell into the comfort of the crook of his neck, smiling into the skin.
"what? everything alright?" he asked, squeezing your hand ever so slightly. "do you want me to turn the camera off?"
bringing your head out of his neck, you shook your head. "no no, i'm fine. continue explaining."
you only had to reassure him one more time that you were fine before he turned back towards the camera, grinning again with the same joy that was running through your veins, too. "this is more of a serious video than usual, I know, but neither of us could keep it in for much longer! we've been wanting to tell you all for so long but held back and now it's finally out there! anything you wanted to say?"
for a moment you thought, then when the correct words came into your head you spoke: "this video wasn't really because we wanted to be more transparent and open, but more so because we wanted to feel more comfortable on camera, which means being able to act like we would off camera. that in itself wouldn't be possible without telling the world we're together."
"yeah." tommy agreed.
"and we've both spoken about this for long time, weighing up the pros and cons of it, and overall- actually, there was a list wasn't there."
tommy laughed slightly, nodding. "there was a list, yes. i think it's downstairs, though."
you shrugged, resting your cheek on his head as you started speaking again. "oh well, it's for another time. basically, telling all of you guys wasn't a random decision that we made this morning. we've been actual adults and thought about this for a while now."
"yeah, exactly." he spoke. "anyway, i think that's it. if you've got anything else you wanted to say?" lastly, you thought for a little longer before shaking your head, smiling and tommy started speaking. "see you all later boys." he said goodbye and leaned forward a little, turning the camera off to stop recording.
almost immediately you shimmied into him more. waiting for him to tightly wrap his arms around your waist, and you were not disappointed when he did. quickly, you brought a hand up to his cheek, softly pressing your lips against his, eyes fluttering closed.
oh god how you loved this man. and now the world new it.
#tommyinnit#tommyinnit fluff#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x reader fluff#tommy#tom simons#fluff#dsmp fanfic#streamer fanfic
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Kissing in the Moonlight | Tommyinnit pt2
This is part two to my kissing in the moonlight fanfic i wanted to set a link but it doesn't work so if anyone knows how please tell me :')
Anyway-
Key words: y/n - your name
This is a Tommyinnit x gn!reader
Warnings: cursing and- well that's it-
I used a different gif for this chapter just so that my dumb brain doesn't get confused (plus i couldn't find the original 🥲)
(not my gif)
---Y/n's pov---
"prepare for hell." I whispered, tommy gulped loudly as we opened the front door to the hotel room, and as soon as the door opened we were met by Wilbur and Phil with their arms crossed, we both went inside and closed the door as Wilbur started to whisper yell at us, we were guessing Kristin was still sleeping since we didn't see her here
"what were you thinking?!?! We thought someone kidnapped you or something horrible like that!" Wilbur whispered as he started flailing his arms around
"technically Tommy is 18 so-"
"Yes but your and his mother still would have given me an earful if something would have happened to you!" Wilbur cut me off
"what were you doing anyway that was more important than telling us?" Phil asked, both Tommy and i turned red
"w-well that's none of your business." Tommy whispered
"whatever, i want you both in bed's now." Wilbur said
Tommy and i both scurried away to our rooms, i could see that Wilbur and Phil went in to the kitchen, both still annoyed of course.
"what do you think would have happened if we told them what actually happened?" Tommy asked
"they would probably both be in shock and or faint." I said
"well anyway see you in the morning love." Tommy said, giving me a sly smirk, my cheeks started to heat up as i shook my head and opened the door Kristin and i were sharing.
I changed in to my sleepwear and lied down on my bed slowly drifting off to sleep
---time skip to 5 days later---
"wake up everyone, today's the day we have to leave the great city of Paris and go back to our depressing homes!" Wilbur yelled as he smashed to pans together to wake us up, he has been doing that for as long as we had been in Paris, and i can't wait to get a normal amount of sleep
I could hear everyone groan as i excitedly jumped out of my bed, i had packed my things the day before and played out my clothes that i was going to wear today so i didn't worry about that
I quickly changed to my clothes and put my sleepwear in my suitcase as i got my phone and checked the time
5:14 am
Our flight leaves at six and it's about a twenty or so minute drive so we had plenty of time, right?
---
So turns out we were almost late for our flight but now we were here and that's all that matters!
I was sitting next to the window of a plane, tommy sat next to me, Kristin sat on the isle seat, Wilbur and Phil were behind us and they sat with a random stranger
As the plan was about to take off i grabbed Tommy's hand, i looked at him to see he was already looking at me as i gave him a smile, he smiled back as he turned his and and interlocked our fingers
I felt butterfly's in my stomach, i leaned on his shoulder and closed my eyes falling asleep
---time skip---
I felt something shaking me awake, i opened my eyes and saw tommy was the one shaking me
"were about to land." He said, i nodded and gave him a warm smile, i noticed our hands were still locked and i didn't even try to move my hand, or more like i didn't want to
---
Wilbur, Tommy and i were in Wil's car, we just dropped Kristin and Phil to their house, Tommy and i sat on the backseat as Wilbur drove us
"so how was the plane ride?" Wil asked, looking at us through the rearview mirror
"it was fine." Tommy and i said, Wilbur just nodded as he continued to drive towards mine and Tommy's apartment building
---
When we finally tribes we got our suitcases form Wilbur's trunk
We said our goodbyes to Wilbur and he started his car
"oh and before i go, i just have to say, i saw you kissing like two days ago in the kitchen, byeeeeeee!" Wilbur said as he drove off, leaving Tommy and I shocked, and red from embarrassment,
"wanna go inside before something more embarrassing happens?" Tommy asked
"yeah-"
"oi love birds, i better not hear you yelling over those stupid video games at three in the morning again!" The landlord yelled, Tommy and i somehow became more red from embarrassment
"let's just go!" Tommy said while nervously laughing
"yup!" I said as both of us turned around and went inside
---
We approached Tommy's apartment door as he turned towards me
"well this is my stop." He said, laughing awkwardly
"i know dingus, se ya later." I sad pecking his lips as i went up towards my apartment, leaving Tommy in shock as he touched his lips
"well this was an eventful week."
---♕︎♔︎---
Sup guys gals and non-binary pals, it's ya gurl Lana, I'm so sorry i said that, anyway i saw this on my comment section asking if i could do a pt 2 so here it is :)
Anyway hope you have a great day/ night/ afternoon
Bye!!!
#tommyinnit x reader fluff#tommyinnit x y/n#tommyinnit x reader#paris#idk wah else to put#uhhhh goodbye#:)#dsmp fluff#tommyinnit
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Wilbur and reader constantly denying being together even though they are. It becomes almost a bit for them during streams?
-🧶
MY FAVORITE ANON 😍😍😍 I LOVE THE IDEAS YOU GIVE ME SM! PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!!!
alright so i came up with the idea for the title after that one tiktok audio that’s like ‘are you falling in love? i got a feeling you are.” that sorta thingy yk?
ARE YOU FALLING IN LOVE?:
2 weeks ago:
“welcome back chat to my stream and today we have the wonderful Wilbur Soot here, live, with us!” y/n says, giving jazz hands towards wilbur.
He blushes and smiles. “‘Tis I, the wonderful Mr. Soot. Today, we will be doing a laugh you lose!”
“I won’t lose because my humor isn’t shit, unlike someone’s handsome ass.” I grin, winking.
Chat started going feral.
randomusername: omg!!! are they flurting?!?!
simpforwilbur: SIMPBUR!!
y/nfan: look at the way they look at each other! it’s adorable! ❤️
Will and y/n look at chat, giggling and blushing. “Guys, we’re not together!”
today:
“hello fellow people, welcome back to another stream, i know, i know, two streams in a row? surprising! today we have a special guest! it’sssss y/n!” wilbur grinned, his cheeks dusting pink.
he read chat. “guyssss nooo! i’m not in love with y/n! we’re just friends!”
y/n giggled. “yet you moaned my name loudly last night. wow, you wound me, truly, did last night mean nothing to you?” they started to fake cry.
chat ate that shit uppppp
SAPNAPLIVE: Y/N!
poggername: omg 😳
Tommyinnit: i need bleach for my ears
wilbur groaned and shook his head. “chat! chat! that’s all fake! that’s all fake! i don’t like y/n like that! seriously!”
y/n laughed and nodded. “yeah, we’re not together, duh.”
after a few hours of streaming, wilbur came over to y/n’s place and tickled them. “you just had to throw that comment out there, didn’t you love?”
y/n gave them a smile and kissed their lips. “just for you, my dearest.”
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Tommyinnit x F!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, slowburn, pining.
Summary:
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.
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► Prologue
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"The Battle of His Teal Hoodie."
➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x student!reader
➵ CREATING! 10.5.23 | 751 words
➵ CONTAINING! oversized hoodie, facetime calls, reader is a university student
➵ SAYING! literally so self-indulgent. ive been studying for like an hour straight in the library and im still THINKING ABOUT THAT HOODIE BRO IM GONNA GET IT ONE DAY WATCH BARKABRKARK btw if u wanna be in my taglist feel free to message me okay mwa mwa enjoy
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When your boyfriend is over six foot and has an entire collection of merch where his name is plastered over cozy polyester hoodies,
you bet your sweet ass I was going to steal at least five of them.
College life wasn’t as romanticized as I thought it would be. Sure, the warmth of a coffee during a chilly morning while endlessly typing on my laptop sounded good on paper, but I guess I forgot to mention the endless due dates and upcoming exams I had to study for. I found myself buried in the corner of the university’s library on the quietest floor. I looked through my schedule, crossing out any assignments I already completed and also checking back on my classes to see if I needed to make any event adjustments.
My eyes felt heavy as I took another gulp of my caffeinated drink. My headphones shielded my ears comfortably as gentle sounds of a guitar strumming and a buttery voice filled my senses. A deep sigh escaped my nostrils before I sat back in my seat, slightly rolling away from the desk I was sitting at.
Bzzz! Bzzz!
I looked over to my phone on my desk before picking it up. I was welcomed by a picture of Wil with lipstick marks all over his face. Smiling, I swiped open the call to see my beautiful boyfriend walking around the busy streets of Brighton. I propped my phone up against my laptop to give him a full angle of me and the bookshelves behind me.
“Hey, darling, I missed you!” He smiled brightly.
“I missed you too, Wil. How was studio recording?” I asked. I pushed my laptop a little further back to make space in between me and my notebook. I took a colorful highlighter and started to go over my notes as he spoke.
“Studio was fine. We’re almost done recording a whole song for the new EP, so that should be exciting.” He chuckled. “I’m just heading over to Tom’s until you get out of school. Do you wanna get some lunch together after I pick you up?”
“Yeah, I could go for a sandwich and pretzel honestly.” I smiled, imagining the salty and buttery taste of the pretzel in my mouth already.
“Sounds good,” he confirmed. He took a glance of me briefly before doing a double take. “Hey, what are you wearing?” He asked. He held his phone closer to his face, only giving me an angle of his mess of curly hair and forehead.
“Hmm?” I hummed. “I’m just wearing my usual clothes.” I answered, oblivious.
“Now you’re just lying to me!” He laughed. “I see you smiling! Go on, stand up and let me that hoodie.”
With a defeated sigh, I stood up with my back nearly against the bookshelves so he could get a full angle of my outfit. I was wearing white tennis shoes, black shorts, but most distinctly of all, I was wearing Wil’s teal hoodie from his “Wilbur Soot ‘96” collection. The hoodie was nearly two sizes bigger than me with the sleeves going past my fingertips and my shorts just barely showing from how long the article of clothing was.
“Mhm,” he hummed. “So you decided to steal my merch, huh?”
“It’s comfy!” I exclaimed, hugging myself with the long sleeves wrapped around my waist. “Plus it smells like you, and it has your name on it! Wearing this is like screaming I’m the best partner Mr. Soot could ever ask for!” I went over and picked up my phone before holding it above my head.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He chuckled. “I’m going to steal that back once I pick you up.” He threatened, waving his finger into the camera.
“Over my dead body.” I stuck my tongue out at him. Wil scoffs, holding his hand to his chest as if offended.
“Oh, we’re going to brawl, just you wait.” He held his camera close to his eyes before bringing his lips to the camera. “Love you though!” Before I could say anything else, he hung on me.
I stared down at my phone. I smiled, tilting my head a little as I fiddled with the strings of my— or rather— Wil’s hoodie.
Maybe I should run to the gym a bit after class as a warmup.
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