#tommyinnit fanfiction

[greyyson-but-no]

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.

[ohlovejoy]

as a former tommy fanfic writer..

i actually am really disappointed at tommy's response to the popular love or host fanfiction. i've been recently made aware that he did NOT ask the creator of that fanfiction if he could publicly ridicule her and read her fanfiction.

tommy critiqued every single part of her writing without permission, hand-animated it, and let the hate/cringe train go towards her. now, she's made a video analysis and response to the backlash.

this makes me really sympathetic towards her - but she is also taking it incredibly well.

conclusion: tommy should've asked for consent before doing so because it WAS very easy to contact her. she had a discord (now taken down because of backlash) and multiple social media accounts. it was not difficult! i'm sad for her, angry at him, and glad i'm practically out of the fandom.

love, lia!

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

New CK chapter :DD it’s longer this time but :] some fun stuff happens

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Covered Kindling is a sequel to Broken Rhythms, and is a Tommy-centric fic with 20k words so far and 3/8 chapters. It follows Tommy as he adapts to life and deals with his trauma after his kidnapping.

Summary:

Phil had a guitar; Tommy had noticed it on his second week in the house. It didn’t look like anything special, just kind of a guitar, but Phil never touched it. After a while of eyeing the thing, it started to make sense. It was older and definitely something that could snap like a twig if someone beat against it for more than a second. A delicate object he obviously kept away so no one would touch, and it simply rested in a stand in the corner of Phil and Kristin’s bedroom. Really, it was like he was asking for it to get stolen.

Or

A Broken Rhythms sequel where, after finally escaping a fourteen year kidnapping, Tommy is home. Learning to be happy is harder than he expected.

Taglist! Reblogs are super appreciated :]

@cupsmp @aliveburs @embers-archive @marvelously-queer @jeanbean16 @ghostlycrisis @phantoids @snaxle

[tuesday-teyz]

ANTEATER REIGN SPREAD THE WORD

Change your fanfic titles gentlemen we're all going Anteater

[ctommyisnt]

Tommyinnit is a hair stylist au that I have so many ideas and outlines for but I wrote this last year and nothing else (not my best work bc I wrote this a year ago)(2k words):

With a jingle of the doors welcome bell, Tommy was interrupted from taking a bite of his roast beef sandwich. Something he had been looking forward to all day. But Tommy looked up, and his hope left when he saw that it was not his mother (meaning he would definitely be able to finish his lunch break). It was, in fact, a walk-in.

It was a sunday, at eight in the morning. Nobody came here at this hour and Tommy still fought his mother over her unreasonably early working hours. On a weekend.

(Oh, it’s good practice to get up early. Besides, you only work two days a week, it’s not too much trouble.)

Fuck.

“Hello?” The man said, kinda eyeing Tommy like he was a wild racoon sitting inside a football stadium. Like Tommy was out of place, something to be wary of, and about to steal some food. Idiot. He already had food.

“Yeah?” Tommy replied completely deadpan. Staring at the dangly man as if he could make him disappear. He fucking wished he could. The man looked unkempt yet dapper at the same time. A trendy and fashionable sweater looking like it hasn’t been washed in a week, and a flannel underneath untucked from his jeans. His eyebags nearly covered his entire face and his hands fidgeted at his hem and fingers constantly. The only thing perfect about the man was his hair. It was tidy, well groomed, and perfectly styled. As if this man had gotten out of bed in the same clothes as yesterday, yet still found himself able to apply product that morning.

Though by the looks of the man, morning probably meant an hour ago.

“Um, is anyone working here?” He asked, rubbing his thumb against his fingers nervously.

Tommy stared even harder at him, “I do.”

He paused, “do you do walk-ins?”

Tommy looked down at his sandwich, “if we’re not busy.”

“Oh,” at least he looked guilty, “Uh, I was looking to get a haircut?”

He narrowed his eyes. With only a quick glance, he could tell that the man had recently gotten a haircut. It was cut long, trimmed neatly at the nape of his neck and curls neatly swept across his forehead. It was professional, tidy even with the length, and likely cost a lot of money.

Now. Tommy could tell the man to fuck off so he could eat his sandwich in peace. But knowing his luck, his mom would come back from grabbing a new broom (he broke the last one) from the shops and scold him, and force Tommy to give him a free (free!) haircut.

“Yeah sure. Go sit down. Grab a magazine or something.” Tommy told him, immediately taking a bite of his sandwich.

He would be damned if he didn’t at least finish half his lunch before using scissors.

“So what’s your name?” He asked, settling into routine as he ambled over to the chair. Unprofessional as fuck, but hey, this man didn’t look like he cared in the slightest. Also he didn’t want to give him a panic attack for some reason. He turned the chair away from him so the brunette was facing the mirror.

“Wilbur. Wilbur soot.”

“Pretentious ass name,” Tommy quipped. From the mirror, he could see the man’s small smile. Aha! It was working. “Do you have any ideas what you want?”

Wilbur hesitated a moment before hardening his gaze, “shave it all off.”

Tommy paused. Like, full on double took.

“I’m sorry?”

“Shave it,” He repeated, daring Tommy to argue with him.

Now. He was taught better than this. His mother, the esteemed and astounding Kristin Innit, had told him the golden rule of hairdressing. ‘You can guide, advise, and even offer a nudge in a new direction, but the customer does get to make their own decision. No matter how wrong that decision is.

However, his mom would also be heartbroken if she knew he shaved off beautiful hair. And there was no doubt, however much Tommy did not want to admit it, this nervous wreck of a human being had beautiful hair.

“No.”

Wilbur startled, and spun the chair around, “I’m sorry?”

Tommy crossed his arms, “I said no, can you not understand me?”

“Oh I understand you just fine, I just think it’s completely rude to refuse a service.”

“Oh so your a fucking Karen now?”

Wilbur huffed, “No! I just-”

“Well you're acting like it. I’m trying to fucking help, why the hell would you shave your hair?”

“It’s none of your damn business!”

“You made it my business when you asked me to cut your hair!” He retorted.

God, people were so difficult. One, if you're going to shave your head it's so much cheaper to just buy a razor and do it at home. Two, while yes Tommy has shaved a head of hair off, but that was usually for nice reasons, like comradery for a friend or to donate hair. Or even cooler, some guy just discovering he’s trans or someone deciding to get a new look. Those people were always cool as fuck. This man? he looked like he was going through a midlife crisis at the ripe age of the mid twenties.

“Oh my god, are you going to do my hair or not? I can go somewhere else.”

Tommy sighed, “You absolute motherfucking-” he started, mumbling, “just- let me wash your hair first. Think it over.”

Wilbur rolled his head back, obviously annoyed, “fine. You're not convincing me otherwise, though.”

“Didn’t think so,” Tommy grumbled.

Tommy set him up with the basin and started the routine. This was one of his favorite tasks to do, which seemed weird. Especially since most customers hated it. Hell he used to hate washing other people’s hair for the longest time.

But now? It’s the feeling of caring for someone. Doing something small that they do on their own. Or maybe they don’t. It’s helping a stranger for now reason other than to help.

Or maybe he’s just getting paid to prepare them for a haircut. Who fucking knows.

“So why are you shaving it?” Tommy asked again, hoping the warm water would make this strange and uncomfortably tall man give out his secrets. That was also one of his favorite parts of his job. He got to hear all of the tea, and Tommy loves to gossip.

Wilbur huffed, “I thought I said it was none of your business?” he repeated, crossing his arms to prove a point.

“Need I remind you that hair is literally my business?” He said, scrubbing just a tad bit rougher than he would have. This man’s curly hair was soft to the touch but only because of the product from whatever salon he just came from. Tommy didn’t think he normally took care of it, just some nice but cheap hair products you buy from the department store. A shame, he has like, the best hair.

Other than Tommy’s, of course. Today it was mostly blonde with red highlights, hidden so it wasn’t obvious unless he was in the sun. It was dope as fuck.

“There’s no way you actually have the credentials,” Wilbur argued, “you’re literally what? Fourteen? How legal is this place?”

Tommy knew that it was rude but… he couldn’t help but splash some water on Wilbur’s face.

“First of all, fuck you. Second of all I am almost eighteen and I have my certifications they are on my fucking desk, I thought you got those ugly ass glasses so you could see. Also this is my mother’s place.” He ranted. Then he winced, his mom would have branded him with a curling iron if she heard him insult a customer, several times, without censorship, to their face. Honestly, Tommy thought he went too far at that point, but Wilbur called him fourteen and insulted his mom’s business.

But luckily for him, Wilbur snorted, “ahh, so it’s nepotism.”

“Kill yourself.”

“Duly noted.” He replied. Tommy washed the last of the soap out and started to drain the water out, grabbing one of the fluffy beige towels to pat most of the water off and moving him back to the mirror.

“So why did you come here?” Tommy asked, “you want to shave your head, you could’ve done it at home. Probably it would cost less too if you get a cheap enough razor.”

Wilbur rolled his neck, ouch, and stared at himself in the mirror, as if trying to interrogate it out of himself, “probably because I’d be too much of a pussy to actually go ahead with it. At least now I have someone else who wouldn’t hesitate,” Wilbur ran a hand through his still-damp hair,

“Or at least I thought I would.”

Tommy tilted his head, “do you not like the haircut? It’s not bad, looks expensive, but it may not be your style, hmm?” He fluffed the hair a bit, moving it this way and that. Mostly to piss off Wilbur.

“No- it’s,” he struggled under Tommy’s movements, “I’ve had the same haircut for two years and I just- my fucking hairstylist is so… pissy.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes, “elaborate.”

“Well- I got him when I first started my last job- an analyst for a big label company- and needed to look more professional, but I think I want to quit and I asked my stylist for a change and he said no.”

“Excuse me?” Tommy asked, spinning the chair so Wilbur was face to face with him instead of talking through the mirror, “he said no?”

“You said no! It seems to be very fucking common!” Wilbur exclaimed, hands shooting up, “I want to get rid of this fucking hair and quit my fucking job and fly to California or god knows where and completely start over but nobody is letting me!”

He groaned and put his face in his hands, fingers tugging at the hair in front of his face so it hung lower.

Tommy pursed his lips, so he was going through a midlife crisis.

“How old are you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you thirty?”

“Excuse me?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “look, here’s what I think. One, your last stylist was an absolute dick who thinks he’s smart but is probably just a pretentious bitch. Two, just talking to I think you're definitely unsatisfied. Probably understimulated and overthinking too.”

Wilbur opened his mouth but Tommy put a finger in his face, “Three, I don’t think you actually want to shave your hair. That would just make you more depressed and self-loathingessed. But I have some ideas.”

Wilbur stared at him, “I thought you were a hair stylist not a therapist.”

“I can do both,” he joked.

Wilbur bit his lip and turned the chair back around so he was looking at himself again, rubbing his jaw and thinking. This time, Tommy let him think.

“I just- I don’t want to hate my hair even if I change it. How do I know I’ll still like it?” He asked.

Tommy pat his hands against him as he thought, “Tough one, you never truly know, but I can tell you that I am a five star stylist and can make anything look good.” He bragged to WIlbur, “why don’t we look at a few things and go from there, hmm?” Tommy asked.

And this time, Wilbur nodded.

They spent about twenty minutes looking through a few magazines or pictures Tommy had on his several pinterest boards. Eventually, through much debate, they decided on something a bit more simple.

Tommy snipped his hair on the sides, getting rid of the mini sideburns to give him more of a boyish look, expertly teasing the sides to bring more focus on the front and top of his hair, where most of the fluff was.

And for the fun part? Tommy had mentioned darker highlights and Wilbur had jumped at the chance. Nothing drastic, Wilbur didn’t want to get fired or to look like a fool, but he wanted something different. So Tommy delivered.

His mom walked in at some point, Tommy and Wilbur bantering drastically as the dye set, and offering a wave and a snort before she disappeared into the office. They got along like a house on fire, plus they both played minecraft.

“We will absolutely have to create a minecraft world together, I’m going to kick your ass at pvp.”

“Hard pass, I refuse to fight a child.”

“That’s because your a little bitch.”

“Okay but what about frosted tips?”

“Absolutely not.”

It wasn’t Tommy’s best work, and he definitely didn’t think Wilbur would stick with it, but the bemusement and relief that were in his client's eyes as he admired his hair in the mirror? It was one of his favorite feelings.

And sure, they hadn’t made that minecraft world, but Tommy had a feeling they would be meeting up again real soon.

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[supinetothestars]

catbag

on ao3 here

chapters 1/?, 10k words, rated T, relationships: platonic SBI + tommy & tubbo, major tags: superhero AU, hero tommyinnit, villain SBI, child abuse, mind manipulation, family SBI, eventual fluff

summary:

Tommy's called Blindspot for a reason. He’s not invisible, as he’s reminded Dream time and time again - people can definitely see him. They just don’t notice. He blends into plain sight, totally diverting all attention like water off of a duck.

Usually, anyway. Orpheus, however, stiffens a little as Tommy draws nearer. He starts glancing around, as if struck by sudden paranoia. Tommy draws up in front of him, staff clenched in one hand, and Orpheus starts turning as if to check behind him.

“What’s that,” Orpheus mutters. “Who’s there-“

Tommy pulls his staff back and slams it into Orpheus’s stomach, hard.

Orpheus stumbles. He wheezes, choking, and then looks up at Tommy and fixes him with a burning glare.

“Who the fuck are you,” Orpheus says, eyes wild and oddly delighted. “Where were you hiding?”

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Suspected of betraying the Hero Guild, Apprentice hero Tommy (A.K.A. Blindspot) is put under Security Protocol Catbag: a locked-on noise cancelling mask equipped with truth gas. His mentor, Dream, calls it a necessary teaching tool.

Meanwhile, SBI wants to know why their least favorite loudmouth little Hero has suddenly stopped talking.

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

SBI whumptober day 15!!

Lost//Kidnapping//"You're never getting out" -Crimeboys -Modern-ish AU -2k words -Comfort/Happy ending

[serashalala]

Kaleidoscope Lead

He speaks soft words in hushed tones that would only be allowed for Techno to hear: “I’m sorry,” Tommy says, “I told you, though, didn’t I?”

“I can’t afford to be kind.” Tommy gently brushes a hand to move it away from Technoblade’s head. “It kills, you know?”

~+~

Technoblade, a child of the House of Virtue, was kidnapped by the Duke of the House of Prosecution. No one but Tommy knows this, but in a parallel future this will be the catalyst of his House's downfall. Through any means necessary, he tries to change things.

Includes:

darksbi, primarily Dark!Tommy though, violence, BAMF!Tommy, poison but I barely know anything other than the bare minimum, magic, 29k words in a oneshot, misunderstandings that go well, misunderstandings that don’t go well

Read on AO3

[wormsinsdirt]

I made tommy into dsfragon half crab read if boraed 164 words

[maple-leifarts]

INFINITE PARADISE - Chapter 1

A DSMP AU fic I had the idea for not that long ago actually! Hope you enjoy :D (warning pretty long lmao)

“Goooood morning New London! Thanks for tuning into Destrympia News—your one and only news station personalized for your region!” The annoyingly cheerful automated dialogue blared in the blonde’s face, almost startling him off of the steel ladder he climbed down. Tommy sneered at the cyborg announcer’s face in the fully colored hologram before him as it continued to spew about how wonderful a day it was, like it did every day. “Can’t you believe the great day we all have ahead of us? Our futures are guaranteed to be enjoyable, special, and unique thanks to our sponsor—and our planet’s loving caretaker—The Syndicate!!”

“If only you knew how bad it really is,” Tommy grumbled furiously. He reached the bottom of the steps and took off into the dank, dark sewers on his hoverboard—inconspicuous enough to fool anyone into thinking he was your everyday teen. But, truly, he was more than that. In both good and bad ways. He barreled out into into the streets, the morning light blinding him, and zoomed up past the buildings into the Skyway.

The bright lilac sky blanketed the skyscrapers of New London, each one miles high, shiny and black, and laced with their own glowing neon colors. Despite being 6 in the morning, the city was bustling with activity—people walked along the streets, shops opened, the Skyway was packed with other flying vehicles, and—as Tommy discovered from the news report—a festival was being set up on the other side of the city. “Make sure to stop by the Harvest Festival today! It will be open to the public at 7 and will have lots of activities for everyone—roller coasters, fun competitive games, sideshows, and fireworks tonight at 6! Thank goodness the festival is this week too, since the average temperature will be taking a huge drop as the autumn season begins-“

Luckily briefly interrupting the weather report, Tommy received a short text on his watch—“New place is in the festival”. He grinned, happy to hear the news. “I was hoping for an excuse to check it out.” He took a right and began his way downtown.

Tommy tuned out the news and watched his surroundings as he flew, memorizing the buildings and streets he passed. Having no clue how long he would have to stay in New London, it was best to get to know the city from head to toe and especially mark all possible escape routes in case he was forced to run away from anything or anyone. Which, unfortunately, was often.

Tom was stuck in his trance of staring at all the roads below him until the news report momentarily snapped him back to reality. “As of last night, 5 mutants escaped from the Syndicate HQ and are on the loose. No trace of them has been seen since around 1 last night, so they could be anywhere. The Syndicate has not submitted any photos of them, so keep a lookout for anyone that seems out of the ordinary!”

The blonde hummed and nodded knowingly. “If they’re smart, they’d be far from HQ by now,” he muttered to himself.

”And on that note, we have some related news—“

Tommy groaned. “Here we go again.”

”It’s coming up on the 2 year anniversary since mutants Tom Simons and Ranboo Beloved mysteriously disappeared from the HQ. We still have no idea if they escaped together, or if it was just a coincidence that they escaped at the same time, but all we know is that they haven’t been seen since.” Tommy rolled his eyes. There were two things wrong about all of that. One, he didn’t “mysteriously” disappear; the escape was plenty obvious. And two, he had been spotted lots of times. Apparently the Syndicate liked to keep quiet about it, and/or were embarrassed they hadn’t caught him. And just to clarify, he had never met Ranboo.

Two images now appeared in the hologram, the first being the “Ranboo” guy. He looked about 17 in the image and had fuzzy light brown hair in a short wolf cut that somewhat covered his piercing grey eyes. A strange metal mask hid the bottom half of his face and many tubes filled with a glowing orange liquid came out of the side and bottom of the mask and connected to something on the back of his head and to a metal plate/control panel sort of thing on his chest. He wore a plain black tanktop and stared at the camera with a mildly annoyed look on his face.

The second image was Tom, 16 at the time, blurred as he ran away from the camera looking furious. Unlike Ranboo, Tom in the picture wore extremely bright colors on black, to the point where it almost looked ridiculous. However, it didn’t distract from his electric blue eyes, which were blindingly bright and shone like headlights. The result of messing with a tube of Element X5, the element that fueled the entire planet when mixed with neon, when he was younger.

“Remember, if you see any of these individuals, don’t hesitate to tell your nearest Syndicate scout immediately!” the android in the hologram finished.

Tommy hastily gave his current outfit a once-over—a mahogany sleeveless jacket with a dark green t-shirt under, a black belt, dark brown cargo pants, even darker brown boots, a red-brown over the shoulder bag, light brown sleeves with diamonds cut out at the elbows, black fingerless gloves, a mahogany forearm guard on his left arm, a light maroon hooded cape, and to top it off, a faded green bandana wrapped around his eyes to hide the glowing blue. Nothing like the outfit the world constantly saw him in on the news and posters. One might call it a loss of identity, but he called it street smarts.

He finally looked up to realize he nearly missed the exit to the festival. He swerved and floated down to the entrance, which seemed to have opened a bit early. A good number of people already wandered through the food stands, played the games, watched the sideshows, and rode the coasters. It was quite overwhelming of the senses and full of distractions—bright flashing lights, screams and cheers, aromas of fried food, and much more. And the festival took up 8 acres. Tom looked at his recent text and sighed. “This is gonna take a while.”

[greyyson-but-no]

saviour angel | c!tommyinnit

genre | big angst

pairing | c!tommyinnit x etheral!reader

warnings | massive suicide tw, height, angel-like character, mentions of loniless, basically just exiled!tommy era in his prime, shouting, mentions of limbo

word count | 1.5K

a/n | an oc i've had for a while on the dsmp, this is their one and only scene so i had to write it. hope you enjoy

you had been watching from above the whole time. watching as he and dream spoke, how dream had ruined him and then watched as he left. when he left the young boy on his own, indefinitely lonely until it all got too much. there was no room for opinions where you hailed from, but you couldn't help when the pure love for this boy leaked through, ruining your supposedly neutral grounds.

furthermore, you watched as the young boy gathered all the materials he could. took them from his chests, dug and mined some more, until he was sure it wad enough for the job. enough to make the irreparable damage stick. there was a hole of conflict hidden in his eyes as he did so, and whatever was inside of you ached for him.

he had no one left. there was no one to save him now and he knew that more than anything else. he knew that if he did this now, if he went through with his plan and left forever, no one would care. no one would be able to stop him and no one could even try to convince him not to. the young boy was even sure some would even cheer at the news that he was gone. he wouldn't have put it past them.

oh, but he didn't know about you. the boy had no clue that you had always looked down at him, always held a little more love for him than you did for the rest of them. you didn't know why. you were simply drawn to him, an unwavering opinion even when people proved he wasn't a good person. he tried. that was the most important thing.

when he started building up, you slowly made your way to the overworld. it wasn't often you went there, but this just couldn't be a vision. he had to see you for what you were and that was the only way you could convince him.

the boy started building at the edge of a forest, a while away from his camp and miles and miles away from the rest of them. that was the life of the exiled, and you were going to make sure it wouldn't end here. it wouldn't end by him jumping off a pillar, taking his last canon life and letting it all go to hell. he had a right to try and fight back, and there wasn't much harm to it all if he needed a little push for that. that's all it was. a little push to fight back.

when he ran out of blocks, high enough that he could barely see ground, you flew up to him. coming from afar and in the direction, so as not to scare him. the last thing you wanted was to scare him enough that he fell to death. though, that would probably grant you a good enough reason to resurrect him. he only would have been in his limbo for a few days, and then he'd be back. unlike the other one you refused to resurrect.

"tommy." your voice was faint. at first he wasn't sure you were even there but then he looked away from the distance ground, the place he was insistent on being his cause of death, and there you were.

dressed in white, red eyes glinting at him, brighter than the fires of hell but full of an emotional that wouldn't be found in the depths of any limbo or nether. you were an angel flying towards him, and somehow he knew you were his saviour. he didn't know how he knew but somehow you would be the thing to save him.

"wh-" he cleared his throat. "what are you?"

if he spread the message that there angels looking over them all, you would be in trouble, so you just shook your head. "don't do this, tommy."

"how are you here? how are you flying?" his hands shuffled at his sides, confusion in his furrowed brows as you looked at him with a small smile. "god, i must be hallucinating. am i really that out of it?"

you shook your head, softly calming him with a smile. "tommy, you aren't hallucinating. i've simply come to stop you from doing something stupid. which i can see you're already halfway doing."

tommy's eyes went ice cold, hardened and closed off, fists clenching at his sides as he looked away from the burning red of your own eyes. "there's nothing, no one left for me here anymore. i have no reason to stay here if I'm going to be exiled for the rest of my life."

"but if you end it all, you can never see your friends again."

"what friends?" he asked, slowly becoming unstable as he looked up at you again. you were expecting anger inside his eyes but you should have known better. tommy doesn't get angry often, and so instead there was just a pit of sadness, of loneliness that he didn't know how to fix. "tubbo betrayed me! he hated me now! and wilbur is dead! he's never coming back and there is nothing i can ever do about that!"

your eyebrows furrowed again, tilting your head slightly at him and slowly moving forward. "tubbo doesn't hate you, how could he ever hate you? you're his best friend."

"oh yeah and how do you know that? have you been watching over him as well?" he asked, not expecting your answer.

so you laughed a little, nodding your head. "yes. i watch over everyone here. i can't disclose what everyone does but just know that i always have and always will watch over and care for all of them."

"even dream?"

"it's my job."

"am i no one special then?" he asked, shoulders slouched in misery, eyes at he floor and dangerously glancing off the edge of the tower every now and again.

you shook your head, gliding even closer and hovering against the slide breeze. you could see that tommy was shivering a little in the wind, but could do nothing to help it. all you could do was get him down with two feet on the ground. "you're more special than you think, tommy. it was you that starting this choas, you're the one that started this story and you have the power to end it whether you believe it or not. i wouldn't stop anyone from killing themselves, from dying in general. i didn't stop phil from taking away wilbur's last life which means that you must be special. you have the power to take back this life that was ripped from you."

"i don't have the power. look at me. fucking look at me."

"there is potential. with the right people and the right resources, tommy, you could own everything. it's not impossible, you just need a push."

"you sound like wilbur."

you blinked, chuckling slightly and looking down at the ground for a second. "i have been told that the people i look over and tend to in their limbo start to rub off on me. this wouldn't be the first time."

"tend to in limbo?" he asked, now furrowing his own eyebrows as a million questions ran through his mind. "have you spoken to wilbur? actual wilbur?"

swallowing, you nodded. "part of my job is to care for those in the afterlife, including wilbur."

"h-" he cleared his throat. "how is he?"

"managing. that is as much as i can give."

"is he going to come back?"

you shrugged again, genuniely not knowing the answer, and not being able to give even an educated one. "maybe, but it depends. again, its not impossible. there are just a few things that needs to happen before. that is not me saying that it will."

tommy nodded, swallowing thickly and looking down at the ground again, mumbling something under his breath. "you really think i can do it?"

"of course."

there were a few moments of silence. you were wavering slightly against the breeze as tommy thickly breathed in and out. there was conflict in his eyes, but you knew he was weighing up the pros and cons, and you could see immediately when he had made his decision.

he looked up at you. "help me get down from here."

you smiled ad nodded, lifting a hand up and not even looking as the ground opened up slightly beneath you and filled with water. tommy looked down, partly fearful, partly in awe. "just jump. jump and you're safe."

"thank you." and he did. gracefully falling from the pillar that he had made and splashing down into the water below him. you followed him, gliding down to the ground and meeting him down there.

over the next few days you helped him. each morning he would find some more clothes on his bed, better armour in his chests and more materials to get himself back together. slowly you convinced others to help him and he was okay. tommy didn't kill himself and he would have a comeback. he decided he didn't want to rule everything, or own it, but at least he had a reason to live now. he didn't have a reason to end it all.

and now you had to get wilbur back to him. that was next on the list.

[ohlovejoy]

hellooo lia <3 welcome back :)) could i request tommy fluff based off the france vlog? have a good day/night!

sure thing anon! here you go <3

france headcanons | tommyinnit x gn!reader

while waiting for your flight to france, your flight is delayed. being really tired, you rest your head on tommy's shoulder and he gets really excited!

kristin starts filming the whole ordeal and he starts "making the pogchamp face"

you encourage him to stick his head into the eiffel tower

"Do it, you won't."

"I'll give you 100 gifted if you manage to pull this off!"

he does it and almost gets stuck!

in the louvre, he'd tell you you're his favorite work of art

you'd respond to him by saying that you were your favorite work of art too

he'd be reluctant to try eating slugs/frogs like in the vlog but since you were brave enough to do it, he'd try it out

around midnight, you and tommy sneak out of your hotel rooms and go and watch the eiffel tower at night together.

admiring the lights and how lucky the two of you are

wishing this moment would never end

then you realize it's 3 am and the jet lag was not helping either of you

you kiss each other goodnight and head off to bed

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

LETS GOOO new ck chapter time, it's the one I've been waiting for ehehhe

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Covered Kindling is a sequel to Broken Rhythms, and is a Tommy-centric fic with 32k words so far and 4/8 chapters. It follows Tommy as he adapts to life and deals with his trauma after his kidnapping.

Summary:

Phil had a guitar; Tommy had noticed it on his second week in the house. It didn’t look like anything special, just kind of a guitar, but Phil never touched it. After a while of eyeing the thing, it started to make sense. It was older and definitely something that could snap like a twig if someone beat against it for more than a second. A delicate object he obviously kept away so no one would touch, and it simply rested in a stand in the corner of Phil and Kristin’s bedroom. Really, it was like he was asking for it to get stolen.

Or

A Broken Rhythms sequel where, after finally escaping a fourteen year kidnapping, Tommy is home. Learning to be happy is harder than he expected.

Taglist! Reblogs are super appreciated :]

@cupsmp @aliveburs @embers-archive @marvelously-queer @jeanbean16 @cripplecrisis @phantoids @snaxle

[wisp-exe]

The Death Of A Hero

Tommyinnit loved so much, and he was somewhat loved in return. Though he was not cherished the way he should have been.

Once upon a time people would tell you he is incapable of staying dead. They would argue his death to the ends of the earth. He simply cant be gone just like that, not a single shout, no big hero’s death. They would list the number of funerals he had shown up to. Anything to convince you, and themselves that he isnt gone just yet. But there are some things even life’s most beloved cant bounce back from.

And for a group of people who despised him so much, they seemed to care a whole lot about him staying alive. Even those who attempted to kill him before.

So you can assume the surprise when they finally realized he was gone for good this time, because you see, the revive book didnt work. A warden begged his escaped prisoner to bring the boy back, but it didnt work.

Perhaps something, or someone was keeping him dead. Or maybe he was so tired that he couldnt come back. But either way, he was gone.

There are rumours that he is with the goddess of Death, who decided hes been through enough.

Others say that he’s returned to a past life, full of islands and friends from years past. They say hes scamming people with a boy who wears a santa hat.

Not everyone mourned for the boy, but you wouldn't see anyone celebrating. There are people who made sure of that.

Everyday there would be different people at his grave. All avoiding eachother.

One, having to mourn his bestfriend along with his husband, whose ghost follows along. Although the ghost doesnt know why, he always leaves a single allium.

Two, never getting a chance to apologize to his brother. Lilies of the valley are left on those days.

Three, wishing she had reconnected with him instead of attempting to kill. She opts to plant chrysanthemums around his grave, but places an petunia for her dear friend who would never think to show.

Four, the warrior who pretends he doesnt care for the traitor, and his friend who never got to connect with the child. And though no one is ever there to see the flowers placed, there is always a Gladiolus there the next day.

Five, wishing Tommy had accepted to join his country. A marigold the color of the boy’s hair is left behind.

Six, a king who regrets betraying the boy all that time ago. She leaves pink carnations.

Seven, a warden who regrets a lot. He places a purple hyacinth.

( @qvig @pancake-syrup @songbur )

[ctommyisnt]

I made a quiz and so far have been met with hilarity by all my friends

please take my quiz i spent three hours on it it's really good :D

[ilexdiapason]

Tommy wakes up somewhere very different to the Logstedshire he's become used to over the past few months. Something's missing - and it doesn't take him long to find out what. Now all he has to do is bring it back, and remind himself and the people he's loved exactly what they were fighting for in the first place.

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happy independence day to my fellow l'manbergians! i wanted to take this opportunity to share something i wrote last year - a love letter to l'manberg, to c!wilbur's original dream, and to the difference that one little community made to the dream smp.

reblogs appreciated!