#tommyinnit fluff

[average-vibe]

•Fame Hurts•

Pairing: Wilbur Soot X streamer!Fem!Reader

Summary: As you grow more popular on social media, people begin to assume thing about you that simply are not true.

Genre: Angst, Slight fluff

TW: Cursing, Trust issues, YN is american

A/N: Hi! This fic idea was inspired by @modelbus , who wrote Cut Chaos. Go check that fic out, it’s absolutely incredible! Love y’all :)

part 2 is here

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“Alright, let’s end the stream there, guys.” You said, smiling to your camera. You glanced at chat, who were all saying goodbye and leaving. “Bye!” you said, before hitting the End Stream button before sitting back in your chair. Streaming was super fun, and you could never ask for a better job, but it was very tiring. you shut your eyes and allowed yourself to rest, when you heard a soft knock at your door, signaling that Wilbur had come in.

“Hey, Darling.” He greeted, standing next to you and kissing you on the forehead. “Want some soup?”

“Oh, yes please.” You said, nodding. You were starving at this point, you hadn’t eaten anything since before the stream started. “What kind?” You questioned.

“Chicken noodle.” he answered, taking your hand and walking to the kitchen, smirking at your small celebration. He knew that chicken noodle soup was your favorite soup of all time, and that it brought you comfort.

after you both had sat down, you began to chat about your day. what was happening, how wilbur’s band practice went, and what the plans were for tomorrow. it was relax in g and a nice break from the stress of streaming and being such a prominent figure online.

after dinner, you were doing the dishes, wilbur sitting on the couch, scrolling twitter. you hummed a small song that you had memorized after wilbur thought it to you on guitar.

“whatcha doin?” you asked, walking into the sitting room where wilbur was.

“nothing.” wilbur said shortly, catching you off guard. usually, he would look at you and smile, and say something cheesy like, ‘lookin at you.’. but instead, his eyes were glued onto his device.

“oh, ok.” you mumbled, sitting down next to him and leaning into his chest. “you okay?” you questioned.

“m’fine.” he said, not even sparing you a glance.

“are you sure? you seem off? did i do something?” you asked, sitting up and looking at his focused eyes scroll.

he stayed quiet for a good bit, but after realizing that you weren’t going anywhere without and answer, he huffed and spoke. “oh i don’t know, yn. why don’t you check twitter and see? or youtube? or anywhere? they all figured it out now, even me.” he spat, getting up and going into the bedroom, you on his heels.

“what’re you talking about? who figured what out?” you asked, genuinely having no idea what was going on. after a moment of silence, you pulled out your phone, beginning to scroll through twitter, like he had instructed.

the first thing you saw was a picture of you smiling at wilbur, with the caption, ‘she doesn’t even love him’. the next thing was a photo of you and wilbur on a bus, when you were super tired from a recent subathon. because of that, you were on your phone, facing away from wilbur. to make it even worse, the poster paired it with the caption ‘look how she treats him off camera! such a slut.’

you looked at the comments, surely they would defend you.

@gordon ramsay’s mom: ugh. i thought they were cute too. can’t trust anyone these days.

@Jo Mama: IKR! what a waste of fucking beauty.

@player: what a hoe.

@kenfromthebarbiemovie: no guys, this doesn’t make any sense???

you looked up at wilbur, tears building up under your eyes. his own eyes were trained on you, watching your every move.

“awe, are you sad because you’ve been caught? poor baby!” he said, in a mocking tone that only enhanced your tears.

“wilbur,” you muttered, “w-wilbur you know that’s not true. all of it. i thought y-you fucking trusted me but i guess not.” you spat, yelling now.

“i did trust you until i found out your using me. that you don’t actually fucking love me.” he yelled back. “and to think, we would’ve made a good couple”

“yeah, if you weren’t such a fucking twat, maybe. but no! you must believe some fucking shits on twitter instead of me.” you said.

“did you not see the fucking pictures, yn? all of them? the one on the bus, where you wouldn’t even glance at me? the one on the sidewalk, where you had your headphones in? it was so obvious! you didn’t even try to hide it!” he said.

“fine, fuck it. you can do whatever the shit you want. but just know that you were the guy who broke up with his girlfriend because of some incels on twitter.” you said, grabbing your purse and walking out of the house.

fuck. fame hurts like shit.

—

an: hiiiiiiiiii! i can do a pt 2 if you are interested! love you 🫶

[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.”

[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.

[nomsfaultau]

Bedrock bros just after exile week. Techno is huffing about Tommy going outside unprepared -forget his trash armor, he’s not even in warm clothes! And look at those holes- and while Tommy INSISTS that he’s a big man and will be fine, that’s not how hypothermia works. So Techno just plops his cloak on top of Tommy, who immediately buckles under the weight. He struggles to escape and just utterly fails. Trapped in cloak hell. Techno has a flashback to trying the blanket intelligence test on Floof and starts rethinking his choice in allies.

[lliwless]

i had an unnamed cottagecore-y magic AU that was primarily crimeboys but also had SBI in it too and i never managed to do anything proper with it which makes me so sad. here's some silly concept sketches and stuff anyway, please ask me about this au i love it so much

little comic under the cut

[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.

[isadora-larkspur]

can i request tommyinnit with a streamer reader who’s relationship is secret, but one day tommy forgets to end stream and just starts loving on u like doting, pda, the full nine yards, but then he realizes he’s still streaming??

a/n: hello everyone long time no see, please bare with me and my posting "schedules"– if you can even call them that– bcs i haven't been writing at all lately and I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING also i love you anon for requesting this <3

"alright everyone, thank you so much for watching today's stream. bye!" tommy announces to his camera with a wave, the prominent clicking of his mouse signaling you to finally be able to walk over to him.

"done with the stream?" you asked. tommy spun his chair towards your direction and stood up, stretching out his arms from the time he spent sitting down streaming.

"yeah i am," he replied, running a hand through his hair before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, his face burying itself into your neck.

tommy always got like this, a long stream always tiring him out which lead him to being more touchy than he usually is. eventually, he pulled away, his eyes looking down at your face before he leaned in and gave you quick soft kiss, your eyes falling shut momentarily.

when your eyes fluttered open, you smiled back at the slight smile adorning your boyfriend's face, his mouth slightly crooked in the most flattering way.

he tilted his head back before groaning.

"i'm so tireddd." you laughed before wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest, your head tilted up at him. you slowly moved the both of you towards tommy's bed before letting him lay down.

you plopped down on tommy's chair, leaning back into it before pulling your phone out your pocket.

@tubbobees tweeted: oh my fucking god they are so fucking cute @y/n @tommyinnit

@tommyinITZ tweeted: oH MY GOD I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT @Y/N AND @TOMMYINNIT

you furrowed your eyebrows before clicking on one of the notifications before seeing a screenshot of you laughing with tommy's arms wrapped around your waist, his eyes peering down at you with the softest look in his eyes.

you froze. wait- that was just a few-

you turn around towards tommy's PC before your eyes widened.

"UHM- tommy i think you didn't properly end the stream-"

safe to say you two were trending on twitter for the following days.

[lvjymcyt]

more tommyinnit hcs

no pronouns used

enjoy my lovelies 💌 💌 💌

this mf makes you laugh so easily

eye contact? dying of laughter

he's always doing the little things to help, helping you fold clothes

making the bed, making food. anything you do he will be there to help

cute "dates" when Tommy messages you to come over to watch a movie but end up with you guys blasting Taylor swift songs at night a singing

cuddling

this man believes he has to be near you.

not just near you but like in you physical space

it's nice and comforting and you both love being close

he definitely will force you to go to big tesco just to look at everything

"hey look at that"

"ohh that looks nice, add it to the trolly"

he's always smiling

it's his thing being happy, he's happy because of you, he happy with you

I swear he always mumbles "I love you" in front of big russ to keep up the persona

but he will tap three times on your palm "I love you"

hes always humming 

like anywhere he goes no matter what hes always humming 

simp, hes the biggest simp out there 

maybe not the biggest but most loved simp

his lockscreen is definitely not you 

but his home wallpaper and all his widgets are ( or have something to do with you, where you guys met ect)

he has your school photo in his office and tons of polorids of you both 

has a photo of you in his wallet and shows it off to everyone

more coming soon, my request are open!!! please talk to me

I'm always looking for moots!!!

@sandeatersoot @gaytoadwithapopsicle @jovielove​ @milliinnit​

[mystic-writings]

Tommy and rain😌

Like a gloomy rainy inside day with him would be nice I think

i'm so sorry this took forever but omg i love this prompt so much it's so adorable- also this is my first time writing for tommy so i apologise if it's not quite right (but there's barely dialogue anyway)

rainy days | tommyinnit x fem!reader | 630~ words

From the moment you woke up, you could feel the damp in your bones. Living in England, a rainy day was common, but you were still getting used to it. Unlike your loving boyfriend, who definitely wasn’t snoring in the bed beside you, England wasn’t your native territory. Originally, you were from America. You’d had your fair share of rainy days, but not as often or as windy as the ones in England – Brighton especially. 

The rest of the room was cold, but the bedsheets and Tommy’s sleeping body were providing a comfortable heat that was nearly lulling you back to sleep. 

You would end up staying this way for a little while longer, until Tom’s phone rang and Toby was on the other line, asking him a favour about one of their stream plans for later in the week. It was when he got up to head to the computer that you decided to get both your days started with breakfast and tea, which you were setting up on the coffee table instead of the table itself when Tom entered the room. 

“How’s it sound we have a quiet day?” He asked, coming to wrap his arms around you as you stood all the way up. 

You leaned into his body, soaking up his warmth. “Sounds perfect, actually. Wanna watch something on the tv?”

“Sure, love. Is it okay if we watch some of Schlatt’s new videos before we watch movies or something like that?”

Quickly, you agreed before pulling apart and sitting down. Tom put the videos on and queued a few others up before you both dug in. 

Breakfast was delicious, and you were proud of yourself for your steadily improving cooking skills. The rain continuously battered the window on the other side of the living room, providing a nice ambience for the otherwise chaotic video. You took yours and Tommy’s plate from the table and brought them to the kitchen, making more tea for the both of you while you were there. 

After handing Tom his mug, you sank into the couch next to him, curling up into his side and grabbing the blanket that was draped across the back of the couch to cover you both up with. 

For a while, you sat and watched videos, until moving onto a rotating selection of movies – one you wanted to watch, then one Tom wanted to watch, and so on until things got boring. You put a nice ambient video from YouTube on the TV, still curled into Tom’s side while he scrolled through his social media platforms and you grabbed the book you’d been recently reading from the coffee table. 

Days like these were peaceful, relaxing types of days. The apartment was mostly dark, since only a warm lighted lamp and the glow of the TV provided light. The dark clouds overhead added a beautiful atmosphere, and you wished that days like these could last forever. 

Tom had his phone on silent, and your book was beginning to get interesting. There were no distractions, just you and Tom, enjoying each other in silence – aside from him occasionally showing you something interesting or funny that he thought you would like (and you usually did like what he showed you). 

Most days spent like these, including today, you and Tom normally end up taking an absurdly good and slightly too long nap. At some point, with the lull of the music and the soft, warm lights, you fell asleep with your book on the floor, Tom’s phone slipping from his hands, as you splayed out as best as you could on the couch – with your head on Tom’s chest, his arm around your waist, the blanket tangled up in your legs, intertwined with his as the rain continued to pour well into the evening. 

[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!

[garrafoncitoda]

💤Two mimir💤

More dadnoblade content for all of you

[average-vibe]

•Fame Hurts 2•

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Streamer!Fem!reader

Summary: your presence on social media fades, and your ex notices.

Genre: Angst, Fluff at the end

TW: cursing, arguing

AN: HOLY SHIT YALL LOVED THE FIRST ONE???? SLAY??? AGAIN TY TO @modelbus for inspo!

TAGS (sorry if you didn’t want it!): @queenofdisaster-6 @lemonboys-stuff @cathers-world

part 1 is here

masterlist

Wilbur had broke up with you over 2 weeks ago, and you hadn’t streamed, posted, or made any presence on social media since then. You didn’t see any point in trying to redeeming yourself, as people would still say the same shit anyway. About how you were using him, how you didn’t deserve your fame, and how you needed to humble yourself.

quite honestly, you hated yourself for not seeing the signs sooner. How Wilbur wanted to ‘Talk’ that one day, or how he became distant for a little bit after you had collaborated on a stream, or when your stream views started to decline. It was so fucking obvious, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to notice.

You hadn’t checked your phone since then either. It had been on ‘Do Not Disturb’ since you went to an old friend, Carissa’s, apartment to stay. The only person who knew you were alive was Carissa, and she was the only one who saw you. As far as everyone else knew, you had disappeared out of nowhere.

But today, for some odd reason, you had the urge to turn your phone off of ‘Do Not Disturb’ and check your notifications.

There were about 2000.

Texts, comments, DMs, and tags had taken over your notifications, mostly people just wondering where you went.

@bae: where did @yn.loves.you and @WilburSoot go??? did they die? where did they go??? —>@gaywaffle: i’ve been wondering this forever! like did smth happen???

you didn’t know Wilbur stopped posting too. but sure enough, his last tweet was about 3 weeks ago. And his last stream was 15 days ago. He hadn’t been position either, and it was a mystery to you why.

Next, the texts. Oh, the texts.

Tommy: YN wtf where are you????

BooRan: YN, please answer

Wilbur (blocked): 75 messages

You knew it wasn’t gonna end well, and that it was a bad idea, but you clicked on Wilbur’s profile.

Wilbur (blocked)

I’m sorry

please yn

respond please

it was shitty

i’m sorry yn

i love you so much

please..

Your vision turned red. after all the shit he said about you, after all the hurtful things he did, after fucking dumping you because of people on twitter, he was begging you to come back. you got up and stomped to your car. Your plan? to go to wilbur’s house and yell at him until you couldn’t yell. or until you passed out.

You pulled into wilbur’s driveway, with nothing but your phone and a lot of angry thoughts. you opened his unlocked door, and found him sleeping on the couch. You got some water from the fridge, brought it over to him, and poured it in his face.

he woke up with a jolt, sputtering and thrashing around like an idiot. he looked at his attacker, who was you, and his eyes lit up.

“YN!” he said, a smile gracing his lips.

“YOU BITCH!” you screamed, wiping the kind look away from his face. "Fucking dump me on the side of the road, then try to get back with me?? cause you realized that your too fucking sad without a girlfriend to stare at? I’m so sorry that YOU brought this upon yourself!” you continued, voice faltering in tears. you didn’t want to cry, but you couldn’t help it. the fact that every single word was true, and not one misunderstood word, made it hurt so much more.

“YN, can i explain?” he asked, eyes looking more sad than anything.

“Explain what? how you-“

you were cut off by a kiss. A gentle, sweet, loving kiss. if you weren’t so mad, you would even admit you liked it. and you couldn’t deny the fact you leaned into it.

He let go, looking at your eyes. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. I just hate to see you so mad- and at me, i just didn’t know what to do. can i please explain?”

you let out a loud sigh. “alright, go ahead.”

“Tommy told me that you loved me more than anything in the world, and so did Ran, and Phil too. everyone was saying how much they loved you.. except for the people who didn’t know you. I realized that the only reason people were saying that shit was because they didn’t know you. And if they did, they would never say that about you. Your sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, kind, and an incredible person. and i cannot believe i ever broke up with you. i’m so sorry.” he said everything in a fast paced manner, looking at the floor for the entire time.

your anger melted away. The way he said everything, you knew it was coming right from his heart. he glanced at you for but a second, and you decided to fuck it. you grabbed his face and kissed him, again. this time, it was happy. full of love, and pure joy.

you let go, and gave him a hug, at this point, you were both crying.

“YN, do you forgive me?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Yes, Wil. i forgive you.”

—

what can i say i like ending on words

ANYWAY

i wrote this is 1 sitting so uh

yeah

there MIGHT be a part 3 😏

only if you ask nicely 🙄

OKAY ILYSM BYEEEE

-vibe

[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. 

[greyyson-but-no]

tell the world

genre | fluff

warnings | one kiss (not detailed), tiny mention of lockdown, use of y/n, she/her pronouns used, unedited

pairings | tommyinnit x editor!fem!reader; platonic!wilbur soot x reader

word count | around 1.1K

a/n | first tommy fic! promise I'm getting around to those requests I have the beginnings of them in my drafts!

the title of the video would just be “announcement” in all caps. it was dramatic, it was enticing and with both you and tommy in the thumbnail, everyone would know it was important and everyone would click on the video. the message would get to everyone that was a fan of either of you - or at least it had to get to as many people as possible. there was no point in hiding it anymore, now was the time.

you had met tommy a while ago. years and years ago, you had been a childhood friend of will’s, having grown up around him and his family and been a few years below him in secondary and primary. when he had started youtube and twitch, you had come to him about being his editor, and he had been more than happy to hire you. all throughout lockdown the two of you lived together, him streaming and filming and then you editing the vods and videos ready to post. you were easily best friend, and were around him all throughout the dream smp, when he met tommy.

it was around this time that you met tommy, too. him and wilbur’s characters were close and so they were drawn together which naturally meant you were too. both of you were similar ages and easily had a lot in common. then there was the first time the crimeboys met in real life, and of course, you were there. tommy han’t really seen you before, but was completely smitten around you. it was so out of character for him that you couldn’t- wouldn’t believe it was true when wilbur told you. (there were also behind the scenes clips of wilbur teasing tommy about being so smitten, but he would never let them see the light of day).

when tommy started filming so much that he didn’t have the time to edit his videos well enough for the viewer count he was getting each time, you happily stepped up. wilbur was slowly filming less and less with lovejoy starting and you needed something to do, and this was the perfect way to pass your time and make a bit of money (and spend more time with your crush)

then sorry boys started. they needed an editor and there you were. by now you were comfortable enough to put your face out onto the internet and so naturally had cameos in the videos, as well as being in the behind the scenes clips that were put together for the other sorry boys channels. it was also just before this that tommy had made a move. finally. wilbur and the rest of them had had enough of the flirting and the refusal to accept feelings from both parties, forcing tommy to just tell you already. which he did. it was sweet but its a story for another time.

that was about six months ago. you had managed to join them on all their escapades; amsterdam, france, hiring out a trampoline and water park, the whole lot. it was brilliant, all apart from one thing: trying to keep your relationship from being too obvious.

you were in every video. so was tommy. both of you were extremely touchy in the worst of times, let alone when you were having fun and there was only so much you could cut out of videos. somehow the two of you had to restrain from going too near each other otherwise the entire twitch and youtube community would blow up. it was so difficult. which was why you and tommy had given open. today was the day.

the camera was rolling. for now you were out of frame but in a few minutes you would be in the frame and by the evening, everyone would know about tommy and you. it was about damn time, though.

“i have a girlfriend!” tommy spoke, as soon as the camera started recording.

immediately, you burst into laughter at his words. he turned and looked at you with a questioning look, but you just shook your head, unable to speak. “i-” you paused, slowing down your breathing so you could speak, the laughter dying down. “i didn’t expect you to just say it so outwardly. i thought you would at least build up to it.”

he shrugged, still looking confused. “do you want me to build up to it?”

“no, no, just do it however you want, it was just sudden. that’ll be a good clip though.”

“‘course it will.” he grinned, shaking his head at you and turning back to the camera. “yes it’s true! it’s official! she’s actually right here next to me, and you do all know her. or at least, you should.”

he paused a moment. but then he didn’t start talking again, so you spoke up. “you going to continue?”

“no i don’t think so.”

you stood up from his bed, still staying out of frame but resting a hand on the back of his chair so he had to look up at you. “tommy, you might as well. i’ve spoke so much now that they almost definitely know it's me.”

he laughed softly, looking swiftly between you and the camera. and then suddenly he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down into his lap. well, now you were in the frame for sure. and sitting in tommy's lap for the whole world to see. you couldn't blame him, though, having gone so long without being able to show the world how much he loved you, of course he wasn't going to let go of you when the two of you finally told everyone.

"well now they know." tommy laughed, clutching your hand and looking one last time at you, then towards the camera. "boys, this is my girlfriend. the wonderful y/n."

you started laughing yet again, unable to contain your simple joy at his announcement. no more hiding, no more having to drop his hand in public or standing away from him so people didn't get suspicious. your head automatically fell into the comfort of the crook of his neck, smiling into the skin.

"what? everything alright?" he asked, squeezing your hand ever so slightly. "do you want me to turn the camera off?"

bringing your head out of his neck, you shook your head. "no no, i'm fine. continue explaining."

you only had to reassure him one more time that you were fine before he turned back towards the camera, grinning again with the same joy that was running through your veins, too. "this is more of a serious video than usual, I know, but neither of us could keep it in for much longer! we've been wanting to tell you all for so long but held back and now it's finally out there! anything you wanted to say?"

for a moment you thought, then when the correct words came into your head you spoke: "this video wasn't really because we wanted to be more transparent and open, but more so because we wanted to feel more comfortable on camera, which means being able to act like we would off camera. that in itself wouldn't be possible without telling the world we're together."

"yeah." tommy agreed.

"and we've both spoken about this for long time, weighing up the pros and cons of it, and overall- actually, there was a list wasn't there."

tommy laughed slightly, nodding. "there was a list, yes. i think it's downstairs, though."

you shrugged, resting your cheek on his head as you started speaking again. "oh well, it's for another time. basically, telling all of you guys wasn't a random decision that we made this morning. we've been actual adults and thought about this for a while now."

"yeah, exactly." he spoke. "anyway, i think that's it. if you've got anything else you wanted to say?" lastly, you thought for a little longer before shaking your head, smiling and tommy started speaking. "see you all later boys." he said goodbye and leaned forward a little, turning the camera off to stop recording.

almost immediately you shimmied into him more. waiting for him to tightly wrap his arms around your waist, and you were not disappointed when he did. quickly, you brought a hand up to his cheek, softly pressing your lips against his, eyes fluttering closed.

oh god how you loved this man. and now the world new it.

[59candelas]

November Snow-Tommyinnit x !Reader

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This was NOT requested but I was inspired because it started snowing a few months ago in November! ,And the idea just came to me.

Genre: 🥀Angst-Fluff🌷

Characters: Tommyinnit, Reader.

⚠️Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, swearing, slight panic attack, nightmares.

POV: Mostly 2nd person.

Summary: You and Tommy get into a fight and you have nightmares without him being there and go to the coffee shop to calm down whilst seeing someone..

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“I DON’T FUCKING CARE!”

Was all you could say before Tommy said something back at you.

“ITS NOT MY GOD DAMN FAULT YOU’RE WILL’S SISTER! WHY DON’T YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE!”

Was what Tommy said before you spitting something else back at him.

“I’M NOT THE ASSHOLE THAT WON’T TELL CHAT WE’RE DATING! YOU’RE JUST FUCKING WORRIED YOU’LL LOSE YOUR GOD DAMN CHANNEL, I GUESS YOU LOVE CHAT MORE THAN ME HUH!?”

“IF IT WASN’T FOR YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLE BROTHER I WOULD HAVE ALREADY TOLD CHAT!”

“DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY BROTHER THAT WAY! ITS NOT HIS FAULT, HES JUST TRYING TO PROTECT ME AND HIM FROM OUR GOD DAMN “PARENTS” THAT JUST FUCKING LEFT US IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!”

Thats all it took for you to burst into tears and run off to your shared bedroom.

As soon as you ran off Tommy left, slamming the door hard, leaving you there by yourself, in your room at night.

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Time Skip To Sleeping

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You woke up, in a cold sweat. It was 7:32 PM. You were alone, and you had just had another god damn nightmare.

You had a mini panic attack before going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Thats when you remembered what a horrible thing you’ve done. To Tommy, and even to yourself.

You figured you could go out, and get some coffee to calm yourself. Not worried about the cold weather, you quickly grabbed your shoes, and went out into the cold weather.

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Time Skip To The Coffee Shop

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When you arrived, all you could smell was the fresh coffee being made in the kitchen. You quickly ordered your favorite drink. A pumpkin spice moca with extra wipped cream.

You were going to go sit, when something, or someone, caught your eye. Tommy.

You almost bursted into tears when you saw him, thinking what he could do to you.

You sat next to him since he saw you, you were the first to speak.

“Hi..”

He waited a moment before responding.

“Hey.”

“How are you, Toms…?”

“I’m…fine.”

“O-okay.”

You then started.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t think about what I said, and I realized it was so mean, and just all fucked up, and its all my fault.”

“…”

“I’m sorry too, and its not your fault, I shouldn’t have talked about your brother that way, I know you guys are really close, and he would never do anything to hurt you, or this relationship.”

As you guys finished up, Tommy took you outside to go home, and calm down for the night.

“Brrr. Its cold out here.”

You said.

“Well, it is 11* out here and your wearing a shirt, and shorts.”

“Well that explains it.”

“Here.”

Tommy took off his hoodie, and gently put it on you.

“Th-Thanks, Toms.”

“No problem, I don’t really want the love of my life to freeze out here.”

Then you both fell out giggling as a snowflake fell on your nose.

“Look! A snowflake!”

You shouted.

“Snow? In November?”

Tommy questioned.

You quickly ate the snowflake as more fell on the both of you.

“Tommy! Come on!”

He gave you a confused look before you pulled him towards you, put his arms on your waist, and put your arms on his neck to start dancing with him in the snow.

“I love you Toms.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

He said as he pulled you in for a romantic kiss.

-59Candelas

Thank you for reading this! Have a nice day, and happy new year! 🎆

[pingguins]

What Can You Lose? | Prologue

Tommyinnit x Reader

Words: 3,671

Warnings: Swearing

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ping.

Or maybe not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Join the stream! Chat's gonna love you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ping!

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

I rolled my eyes.

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

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

Fuck. I forgot about that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                            * * *

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

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

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

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

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

I guess it's not just me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's your name?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"POG— do you stream??"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No shit I knew you sounded familiar!"

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

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

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

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

I didn't mind, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded. "Of course, I do."

"What's your favourite song??"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NO WAY!! I LOVE THAT SONG!"

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

"Sorry," he mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there it is.

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

"What?" he asked, oblivious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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