#TommyInnit x you

[sunshine-on-marz]

JEALOUS RANBOO AND WILBUR (seperate) x FEM!READER. ITS A NEEEEDDDDD.

Ok so I really hope I do this ask justice

(I added Tommy and Jschlatt bc they’re my sillies)

Wilbur〞

-He’s not a super jealous person person

-Lies^

-He’s more scared that someone will be better than him

-Which is dumb

-Because he’s so boyfriend

-So when an (admittedly handsome) guy starts flirting with you

-He’s quick to walk over and justly kiss the top of your head and introduce himself

- “I’m Wilbur, their boyfriend. Who are you?”

-His voice almost shakes but he pulls it together

-He needs lots of extra cuddles that nights

Ranboo〞

-This guy is another not jealous but just scared one

-They just want you to be happy

-But they’re really scared that it won’t be THEM making you happy

-So when you’re laughing and smiling with some guy he doesn’t know he suddenly gets quiet.

-Stops mid sentence with Aimsey

-Texts you a quick “can you come see?”

-You happily walk over and they kiss your cheek

-The guy you’d been talking too immediately walks off to some girl across the room when he sees you with who you’re clearly dating

-Then it all clicks to you so you’re glued to ranboo all night and everyone is happy

Tommy〞

-This dude doesn’t get scared he just gets sad

-Walks over and asks you “who’s this?” with the biggest puppy eyes and it breaks your heart

-“It’s just my friend Tom, [Friend] this is my boyfriend, Tommy, Tommy this is [friend]”

-Then he’s fine

-But he does stay next to you for the rest of the night

Jschlatt〞

-Ohhh this guy

-He’s more possessive if anything

-He trusts you more than he trusts himself

-He knows you wouldn’t cheat

-But he still doesn’t like his partner getting flirted with, because who does?

-So when someone from the staff at the creator party you’re at gets a bit to comfortable Schlatt is fast to step in

-“Hey toots, who’s he?”

-^Said in the worlds snarkiest voice

-Hands grabbing your hips and chin on your head as he smirks at the guy

-You, being oblivious to the man’s real intentions, smile and introduce the men to each other.

-Schlatt won’t lead you away from the guy, infact, he encourages you two to keep taking

-But he stays put right behind you

-Starring daggers at the man

-So the conversation ends rather quick 

——————

I fear I may have gotten carried away at the end there

[modelbus]

Imagine this with Tommy in the background of a group stream

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

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Fem!Reader

Beguiled In The Background

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey!" He complains sharply.

"What?"

"Oh, fuck you."

"What?" You repeat, grin growing.

"You know what!"

"Do I?"

"Fuck. You."

"So you don't want another kiss?"

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

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

"That's just fucking rude."

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

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

"...Us?" You finish.

"Us?" He echoes.

"Yeah, look!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never even got my fucking kiss."

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Technoblade: Do you wanna know how I really hurt my wrist?

Tommy: Yes

Technoblade: I was hoola hooping. Philza, Y/n and I attended a class for fitness and fun.

Tommy: Oh my god

Technoblade: I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.

Tommy: Why are you telling me this?

Technoblade: Because no one will ever believe you

Tommy: You sick son of a bitch

[shubblelive]

— FRIENDLY COMPETITION

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

genre : fluff

warnings: mentions of reader breaking a bone as a kid

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x fem!cc!reader

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

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

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

word count : 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

And then came DodgeBolt. 

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

VIOLET VAMPIRES TAKE THE CROWN!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[if-you-feel-lonely]

MCYTs reacting to you sneezing multiple times

Say bless you after each sneeze

p!Tubbo, Wilbur Soot, Nihachu

Say bless you when you've finished sneezing

p!Philza, Jack Manifold, p!Ranboo

Didn't notice you sneezing

p!Technoblade, p!Tubbo

Saw it as a personal attack and refused to say bless you

p!Tommy, Schlatt

[sardonic-the-writer]

VALENTINES DAY WITH THE SBI <3

• You hadn't been with the Sleepy Boys for too long, being a guest they had taken in until further notice had that affect after all, so when valentines day rolled around, you hardly noticed at first

• The only thing that clued you in at first was the way Wilbur used it as an excuse to share his plethora of sappy love songs

• Not to say he didn't already do that on the regular—he just had an excuse this particular day

• Chances are he ushers you, Phil, Tommy and Techno onto the living couch while he sits opposite all of you, strumming a tune about a mysterious stranger that had stolen his heart (often times maintaining soft eye contact with you all the while)—only pausing at the end to enthusiastically ask your opinions

• "I think it was shit. Where's all the men and the money and the riches Wil."

• "Tommy, I swear to god mate. One of these days, Wil's gonna smack you upside the head and I'm not gonna do anything about it."

• Tommy has spent every valentines day so far pretending to throw up at every romantic gesture he happens to stumble across according to Phil. Even if it's just a pink heart.

• He had been doing this ever since anyone could remember apparently, so it was to be expected at this point

• Secretly, though, he likes to think about everyone's reactions to him giving them a flower. He'd give you a daisy specificly, probably braiding a few stray ones into a flower crown for your hair like Tubbo had taught him. But he eventually decides that would be too babyish, and resorts back parading around the house while whining about love and how stupid it was

• Unlike Tommy's drastic change in behavior however, the only difference between normal Techno and Techno on valentines day, is that if you asked him enough times, he would read some of his greek mythology books out loud to you

• "Heyyyy Techno. Nice weather were having huh?"

• "S litteraly stormin outside (Y/n)."

• "Uh. Well. Rain, er, am I right?"

• "Jus' get in here so I can read to you already."

• Funnily enough, he always chose romance stories. Or at the very least, the few happy ones that existed in mythology, just for you

• The tale of Eros and Psyche happened to be your favorite. And each time you asked, Techno would turn back to the beginning to read it again, a faint smile on his face at your own

• At one point Wilbur had passed by Technos room, momentarily seeing through the cracked door the sight of you laying your head in Technos lap gently as he read to you

• Later when he brought it up to the pinkette, he had gotten a book thrown at his head and was told to never mention that to Phil

• Phil himself spends most of valentines day looking out the window and up into the sky quietly, petting one of his crows slowly. Like he was waiting for something. Someone.

• But in the meantime, while he waited, Phil was perfectly happy with his wild family and the stranger from the woods they had taken in, heart bursting with love for them all

[sexsellz]

⤻ 𝐭𝐰𝒊𝐭𝐭𝒆𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝒊𝐜𝐬 , tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚

🥁- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

What it would be like to share twitter conversations with Tommy!

🎪 - 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):

Tommy x fem!reader

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!

if you enjoyed, consider reblogging! :)

[hatchetislostpog]

Y/n: Tech? What are you writing?

Techno: A fanfic

Y/n: About what?

Techno: You and Tommy

Y/n: W-what? Why?

Techno: Tommy asked me too, I'm also getting paid.

Tommy: I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT ANONYMOUS

[julibeeline]

kindly kindly asking for more tommyinnit :))

airplane cuddles ♡ [tommyinnit]

“hold my hand please” tommy asks, stretching his palm out to you. his knee bounces up and down in the seat before take off, a familar redness creeping up his cheeks as you interlock your fingers with his.

“awww tommy’s blushing” james taunts from the seat beside, pointing a finger at him for ash’s vlog. “shut up” tommy replies, laughing.

“wanna listen to some music with me?” he asks, lifting the other piece of his airpods towards you. you nod, taking it from him. he smiles, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Even if my heart stops beating

You're the only thing I need, ooh, with me

Even if the Earth starts shaking

You're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me

you feel tommy’s gaze, looking up to meet his eyes. “i love you.” he mouths. “i love you too.” you mouth back.

Even if the sky's on fire

Got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me

And if it's all over

I'm taking this moment, ooh, with me

tommy lays his head on your shoulder, pulling his hands away from yours to hug your arm. you give him a kiss on the head. “you okay?” you mumble in his hair.

“jus’ tired.” he replies.

Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy

Now it's all about to end

he closes his eyes, digging his head deeper into your shoulder. you smile as his hair slightly pushes against your cheek.

Baby girl, look where we made it, girl

Hmm, now we're falling

his breathing slows down as his head his heavier on your shoulder.

As long as I got you

I'm gonna be alright.

[ax-y10]

black out love

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

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

word count; 305

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jubiilee13]

SO SORRY TO WHOEVER ASKED FOR THIS I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE POST WITH THE REQUEST-

The request was “can you write bench trio with a super cuddly reader?”

This kinda turned into cuddling headcannons sorry qwq

But I had so much fun writing this :]

So here we go :D

—

Tommy

I feel like Tommy would be SUPER awkward at first when it comes to physical affection

He’d be like 🧍🏼

But after a while he would ease into it

It may take him a while but once he is used to it? Oh boy don’t even get me started-

He’s just as cuddly as you

He HAS to be touching you in some was at all times

Whether it be an arm around your waist or shoulder, your hand in his, or even just interlocking pinkies.

If he's not able to touch you for some reason he'll be very sad

He still gets super flustered whenever you just come up and hug him out of nowhere

He's a blushing mess but if anyone points it out he completely denies it

"Are you blushing?"

"WhAt? nO?!"

Its very funny watching him try and deny it actually

He also LOVES LOVES LOVES cuddles

i think you two probably cuddle like this

he just likes to face you totally not because he likes to admire your face and press tiny kisses to your forehead while your sleeping

overall i feel like you and Tommy would be very good cuddle buddies

11/10

Tubbo

oh my gosh tubbo tubbo tubbo

He would be so happy to have someone just as clingy as him

When he begins to realise how cuddly you are he’s like “:0”

Cuddles 24/7

I feel like he’d be a personal heater

Which may be a problem when cuddling in the summer time but who cares, cuddles are cuddles

He’s definitely love laying his head on your chest when you two are laying down

He likes to hear your heart beat

Also he loves loves LOVES holding your hand

I also think he would just melt if you ever fiddled/played with his fingers

Like if you two are sitting down on the couch watching a movie or something and his arm is around your shoulder

And then you just play gently with his fingers without even realising it

He would be like “hahahehwjdjekskjdj I love you I love you I love you”

He would also go absolutely CRAZY if you play with his hair

Like if his head is on your chest and you just bring your hands up to play with his hair- oml

He would breakdown with tears of happiness on the spot

Also you cannot tell me you two would cuddle like this

Yeah you two are so cuddly and cute it makes me so happy just thinking about it

Overall he loves how cuddly you are

Ranboo

I feel like ranboo himself wouldn’t be very cuddly

But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t ADORE the fact that you are

He thinks it’s so cute whenever you shyly ask him for a hug, or ask him if you can hold his hand

He’s about to melt into a puddle on the floor it makes him so happy-

OH AND YOU KNOW THOSE PHOTOS OF HIM HOLDING/CARRYING AIMSEY

SHSHSHSHS THATS SO WHAT HE WOULD DO TO YOU AS WELL

Like you two could be walking down the street or something and you made a comment about your legs being tired-

You’re immediately being swept off of your feet

He would carry you anywhere with 0 hesitation

Also I feel like he would adore giving you piggy back rides just for fun

Since he’s so tall whenever you two hug you are just kind of absorbed into his chest

Unlike Tubbo tho i have a feeling he would be super cold all the time

Like if you two were cuddling he would probably slip his hands under your shirt to warm them up

Chilly man

He would also just love holding you

Idk why he just would

Like just this shshshshsh I can’t even today-

I’m so touch starved I cannot deal with this, but Ranboo is very happy with a cuddly reader :)

[sunshine-on-marz]

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

-💙

Let’s get it!!

Tommy X Reader

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

-fin-

[modelbus]

Please please please do a part 2 for Cut Chaos…maybe where she sees the others out and about and it’s a awkward until they get around to why she wasn’t subtly push out? I honestly don’t know, I just want to see where it goes…

I got so many asks for a part 2, you are the chosen one I shall write it to. Hopefully this lives up to the first one!

Read part 1! And Part 3?

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos Part 2

Somehow, going to the store had become your nemesis. Wallowing in self-pity felt like a much better way to spend your time, but even you could acknowledge that you needed to buy things eventually.

The reason why you tried to minimize going was simple: you didn’t want to see them.

What would happen? Part of you wasn’t sure if you could face the rejection in real life. The blow had been softened—although barely—by the digital world. If you tried hard enough, you could pretend that your phone broke and that’s why they never contact you.

Tommy’s birthday came and went, and you sent a gift through the mail. Too afraid of the boy to even have the decency to leave it on his doorstep, while too caught up in what you’ve lost to not give something.

You signed the card with love and your name, leaving the comma out. You didn’t regret it until it was too late, until the card had been sealed.

If you saw him at the store, would he acknowledge that? Or would it just be another thing on a list that he ignored about you?

If you were the count the number of times you’ve thought about them, perhaps you’d be counting forever. The store, the first time, nearly made you cry.

It’s a strange feeling, having then not having. Being in the sun, only to have clouds suddenly yanked over it as a downpour begins. The m&m yogurt reminded you of them, the twin snake gummy worms. Even the teal of a sign had made you stop in your tracks.

You were pathetic, honestly. But you were mourning something you weren’t even sure that you ever had.

So, the store. Your new foe, the newest nemesis in the battle of memories. Checkouts beeped in the rhythm of heartbeats you’re terrified of forgetting, shoppers talked in low tones you used to know.

Today, it was raining out. It had only just started when you got inside the store, thank God, but it meant your walk home would be a wet one. You didn't live too far though, so it wouldn't be that bad.

The door opens next to you, where you're looking at the strangely large selection of stuffed animals. One would go well with your setup, really.

You glance over your shoulder, a curtesy glance really, and do a doubly take at the four figures darkening the doorstep. Figuratively, although three are tall as fuck and cast shadows.

A black and white mask. Blue eyes. Fluffy brown hair. Fluffy brown hair times two.

Oh, shit.

You stare at Ranboo, Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo for one second, then two. Tubbo sweeps his gaze over the store, pausing when he lands on you.

“Oh.”

The first words they speak to you in ages, and it’s Tubbo saying “oh.” A truly inspiring start to a conversation.

“Hey. I didn’t know you guys came here.” You say around the dryness in your mouth. Swallowing, you try to force air into your lungs.

“We don’t.” Wilbur answers. “Not usually, we’re just—“

“Filming.” Tommy finishes, holding up his camera.

Right.

It’s one thing to see it online, but it’s a whole different level of pain to witness it in front of you. The split in the ground between you and them is almost visible. Almost.

“Oh.” And now you’re the one with the lame response. “Well. Enjoy that, I guess.”

“Wait.” Wilbur says, reaching out, because of course it’s Wilbur to do this to you. “How have you been? It’s- it’s been a while.”

And who, you want to ask, is at fault for that? Who would be taking the blame? Because by the way Ranboo couldn’t meet your eyes, you’re certain you all know.

”Do you want the honest answer, or the answer that’ll make it so you all can go to bed tonight peacefully?” You ask passively, because fuck.

They fucking left you. No, they did far worse than that. They ruined you.

You turn away, heading to the checkout. They follow you.

“What do you guys want? Ditching me once wasn’t enough? You need to put salt in the wound?”

“Hey, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or—“ Tommy begins, but you don’t let him finish.

“Well you did! You left me behind! How did you think I’d feel?”

“…nothing?” Tubbo suggests.

“What?”

“You were using us.” Wilbur crosses his arms, staring at you. Ranboo hovers awkwardly behind him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrow, and then it hits you.

The rumors. They believed the fucking rumors. Out of everything that’s happened, this might be worse than them leaving in the first place. The very people you thought knew you best. Turns out that was a lie just like everything else when it came to them these past few months.

“I would never—“ Your gaze shifts to Ranboo, easily the most awkward looking person here. “Ranboo, you’ve been where I am. You know damn well what it’s like to be friends with people who have more fans than you, and you know the hate that comes with that. But you also know that you never once used the people around you, because they’re your fucking friends.” You pause. “Why wouldn’t you believe that of me? I thought you guys fucking knew me.”

“Hey!” Tommy exclaims. “We do know you! It’s just…” He glances at Wilbur for help with the statement.

“Just that sometimes you do what you think you need to protect yourself.” Wilbur finishes.

“You could’ve talked to me.” You say quietly, voice breaking. “It could’ve been fixed if any of you just talked to me.”

This was your catharsis. These thoughts have been swirling in your head for so long, too long. As you glance around at the four people you used to find comfort in, each in vary degrees of awkward-ashamed, your heart breaks.

You move to pay, but Wilbur beats you to it.

“I’m having fun with Genloss.” Ranboo announces suddenly and loudly.

Everyone’s heads snap to him, and he shifts slightly but doesn’t back down. He just nods, confirming what was just said.

“I’m filming a documentary.” Tubbo adds. “It’s long. But fun.”

Were they rubbing it in? Just how much they were fine without you? It didn’t seem like something they’d do. But then again, you couldn’t exactly claim to know them anymore.

“My live shows are fucking awesome. Weird as hell, but… awesome.” Tommy chimes in.

“What’ve you been up to? Other than playing packing games.” Wilbur grins, a joke. He watched when you played packing games?

“Nothing.” You admit. It feels like confessing that you’re hopeless without them.

“Are you guys going to move?” Someone asks from behind you.

You scramble to grab your bag, and the five of you exit the store before you can piss any other shoppers off.

“I think what we’re trying to say is we’re sorry.” Wilbur says once you’re all outside, huddled together under the small awning to avoid the rain.

“Yeah.” Tubbo nods emphatically.

“We just… didn’t know what to do when we heard the rumors. It’s not an excuse.”

“And it was really shitty of us.” Tommy adds.

“You guys knew me, you should’ve known I’d never use any of you.” Your words sound more like a beg than anything else. What are you begging for? Your friends back?

“Know.” Wilbur corrects. “We know you.”

You meet his eyes for a second before swallowing and looking away.

“Oh. Hey, don’t cry.” Ranboo rushes to say, patting your shoulder.

Christ. The action forces a laugh out of you, even as your eyes burn.

“Wilbur! You made her cry!” Tommy exclaims, turning to him.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“I know what will make her feel better.” He declares, before shoving Wilbur out into the rain.

“Tommy! That’s not how you deal with things!” Tubbo scolds.

“Your turn then!”

You laugh, even as Tommy turns to you with an evil grin. You manage to drag Ranboo out into the rain with you, immediately getting soaked to your very bones. It’s a warm rain though, a welcome rain.

For the first time in a long time, you’re genuinely having fun.

“Tommy!” Wilbur yells, reaching out for the blond boy.

“I’ve got the camera, Wil! Can’t get wet!”

Chaos squad. This was chaos, and this was the five of you. You were back home.

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 1) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: I hate this title. also, oh my god it’s my first ever series!!! A personal thank you to @one-reverie for easing my thoughts about making a series for the first time. Anyways, enjoy this short first chapter.

Summary: An internet interaction with a streamer leads you to a new friend.

Pairing(s): CC!TommyInnit x actor!reader, CC!TommyInnit x gender neutral!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): None.

Italics: tweets or text messages

my masterlist :))

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Your phone had been blowing up with notifications lately and the reason for it was quite unusualper se. It all started when a famous streamer, TommyInnit, mentioned you in one of his streams, how he thought your latest action movie was fucking awesome—his words, not yours—and how you were also awesome and gorgeous. His fans had been tagging you in various posts of clips from that moment in his stream on Instagram and Twitter. You thought it was sweet and was flattered by all the positive things they had say about you. You never replied or respond to any of it but you were very much aware. Until one day when you did.

It was in the middle of a two week break from filming. You were on YouTube trying to find something to watch while eating lunch when you came across one of his vlogs. The title ‘I Spent The Week Ruining Amsterdam’ intrigued you, therefore you clicked it. Just from the first few minutes you were already smiling, laughing and gasping at their antics. It made you want to rang a few of your friends, book a flight, and go on a boat ride in the Amsterdam canals. Needless to say, it was an entertaining 17 minutes and 22 seconds of your life.

The idea of you tweeting the video came not long after the video ended. You were washing the dishes when it just popped in your mind, a lightbulb turning on after being tinkered for awhile. You didn’t see the harm in it. A simple shoutout to this funny chaotic young man wouldn’t hurt. Hell, both of your fans would probably be ecstatic by it. With a made up mind, you hurriedly dry your plate and hands, went back to the living room where your phone resides and opened Twitter.

next holiday plans: travel to Amsterdam, rent a boat and travel the canal with some of my closest friends. thanks for the idea and the laughs @tommyinnit

It was only a few minutes later after you tweeted that when you got a text from your publicist. She revealed that you’re already trending for the tweet that you sent and went on to continue about how this would be good for your social and internet image. Although, it’s her job to think like that—and you were very grateful to have someone like Anne be your publicist—you really weren’t all that interested in it and instead asked if the person you tagged had reply to you.

He did. See for yourself.

And of course you did. You opened Twitter, checked your notifications—which was a lot—and there it was. You tapped the screen and it direct you to his tweet that of course made you laugh.

always a pleasure to help someone in need. i’m here if you need me *wink*

You typed back a reply, something simple but you hoped it was funny. It took you a few try to get the right response—being witty and funny doesn’t come easy for you.

I’ll keep that in mind. Also, you know I’m way older than you right?

Later that day, Tommy received multiple texts from his friend, his big brother you could say. Each text was either all capital letters or followed with extreme usage of exclamation mark. Tommy, with his scheming self, decided to gloat about his interaction with you and how you followed him on Twitter now.

[shubblelive]

— CUT THAT

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

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

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

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

word count : 966

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bittersw33t-lotus]

Gatoooo

Tommyinnit x Reader

CW: None just fluff and swearing b/c it’s Tommy

A/N: this is just a quick little blurb I made, also I’m Kinda basing the cat off my cat :)

Edited? No

The first time Tommy came over to your house was when he first met your fur baby.

You an Tommy were just relaxing on your bed watching tv (Hamilton-). As you watched the film a realization came to Tommy’s mind, “Hey, I just realized, I still haven’t met your cat.” He says looking at you as you look around your room and to the cat post where your she would usually be. “Huh… She’s not here so she must be outside right now.” You said, as on que, a blob of white pounced on you bed startling Tommy. “Oh there you are bee!” You say as Bee made her way to you until her eyes landed on Tommy. She seemed to freeze in time as her Irises shrunk into a thin line and her body seemed on guard like coming face to face with a threat. Bee’s icy blue eyes glared into Tommy’s soul as the reminded as stiff as a statue.

A long pause of silence stretched between the three of you.

“whats he doin?” Tommy spoke, feeling uneasy with the feline staring at him. He remained frozen with the same tensity as Bee.

You pet Bee to try and calm her but remained put her body remained tense in place as she continued to stare at Tommy without blinking. “Bee, stop.” You spoke calmly. Tommy then darted his eyes at you still waiting for an answer.

“Sorry, it’s just, Bee doesn’t like anyone else in the room, especially on the bed.” You said as you try and pick up Bee but her nails dug into your bed sheets making it seem like the fabric was glued to her paws as you lifted her up.

Tommy bursted out laughing at the sight which seemed to snap Bee out of it as the feline scrambled out of your arms, retracting her claws and releasing the sheets before jumping off the bed and residing at your bedroom door. “What the fuck is wrong with him!” Tommy cackled loudly as bee confined to stare at him from below. “‘Her.’ And I told you, bee isn’t a fan of strangers in the room.” You corrected before tuning back to Bee who resided in the corner like a wallflower. “Bee it’s okay, this is Tommy.” You tried to comforted the cat as you lay your hand on Tommy’s forearm until Bee hissed at Tommy. “I don’t think she likes me near you.” Tommy spoke. Deciding to test the waters he wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him, the action caused bee to start growling as her tail swished with aggression confirming Tommy’s suspicions. He chuckles as he brings you onto his lap with your back pressed against his chest. “Yeah bitch, your bitch is my bitch now.” He snickers as Bee just continued to stare Tommy down.

“Tommy please” you sighed as bee spent the rest of the afternoon sulking on the floor in the corner just glaring at Tommy.

But there was no need to worry, as you and Tommy got ready for bed you laid down with you back against Tommy’s chest, your tv playing a show you and Tommy just starting getting into. You could tell Tommy was growing sleepy as his hand he had on top of yours his grip began to loosen and his breathing evening out peacefully. You could feel sleep overcome you as well as your eyelids grew heavy until you felt a weight up against your tummy and soft fur on your arm. You looked down to see a ball of white beside you. You smiled and began to pet Bee as she began to purr which seemed to bring Tommy aware to his surroundings waking up a bit still hazy. “Can I per her?” He asked in a low sleepy tone. You hummed a yes scratching underneath bees chin. “Just be slow when you do.” You whispered as Tommy cautiously brought his hand over to bee who’s eyes were squinted shut as sleep began to take over her. Until her eyes shot open the moment she felt on other hand on her fur. Tommy’s hand froze as bee pulled her head back to examine his hand and sniff it before suddenly she began to press and snuggle against his hand. “Wow she likes you now.” You giggled as Bee’s purring increased. Tommy chuckled and continued to pet Bee snuggling into you more.

It was a peaceful silence as you turned off the tv letting the vibrations and buzzing sounds of Bee’s purrs lull Tommy and you to sleep bee snuggled on your hands with Tommy’s on top of her body.