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modelbus · 2 years

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OKAY BUT AND HEAR ME OUT.. Tommy getting so flustered over the reader's constant flirting. Tommy finally ends up asking if this just a /j or /srs, to which they cannot believe Tommy hasn't figured out by now that they so obviously like him. Very fluffy and sweet!

YOU HAVE BEEN HEARD!!! Sorry it took so long!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x gn!Reader

Flirting With a Fool

The first time you did it, it was subtle. You were too tired of waiting for the right time to confess your feelings to the blond, so you decided to let him figure it out.

So, subtlety.

Staring off with small compliments. Things that were basic, things that friends would say. But you said them just often enough to be a bit more than purely friendly.

A casual, “Oh, I like your shirt!” Paired with “Nice jacket.” But after a few weeks of complimenting him to the point you were saying something to him twice a day, you knew he just wasn’t getting it. He always stumbled at them, stuttering, but nothing else.

Obviously you had to increase your flirting skills. Where do you go when you don’t know things? That’s right, Google.

A full hour of studying the tips and tricks, the ins and outs, the lengths you could go, you were prepared.

The next time you saw him, you tried going for the slightest step up.

“Your eyes are super pretty in this light.” You had laughed, nudging him slightly.

For a moment he had just blinked at you, a light flush creeping up before he shook his head. “I’m handsome, bitch! Not pretty!”

“Come on, you definitely have pretty privilege.”

“I am a handsome man, never call me pretty again.”

“Fine! Handsome privilege!”

“I know.” Despite his egotistical words, you still saw the way his smile was all soft.

Later that same day you had managed to pull one out of your ass on quick thinking alone.

He had caught you watching him, smiling at his theatrics.

"What?! Why are you staring?!" He had exclaimed, waving his arms in the air. "Stop looking at me!"

"What?" You shrugged. "I can't help the fact you're cute."

There should be a world record for how fast someone can go red, because he definitely would've won it. And not a small subtle blush, a full face of red. He turned away quickly, and you congratulated yourself with how perfect that was.

You even flirted with him on stream where there’s a whole audience to point out that you're flirting!

“Everyone calls me the sun because I’m big and cool and awesome!” Tommy yelled.

From over the discord call, you smirk. This was just a perfect opportunity.

“And because you’re hot.” You remark, trying your best to sound nonchalant.

He sputters briefly, and you watch chat as they explode.

“I- wh- yeah! Of course! I am the biggest man and the hottest!”

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Tommyinnit. The fool who just couldn’t get a hint.

Clearly the next move was to take it even further. Google’s great advice was to have lingering touches, which had to be your next move. All you had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity!

For the next three weeks you found little ways to follow the internet's advice. When walking you'd walk close enough for your arms to brush, you always sat just a little too close, and increased the casual touches. Like touching his shoulder at a joke or leaning against him when you were being dramatic.

Seriously, you didn't understand how he wasn't catching on. While you were physically flirting, you kept up with the words. At this point Twitter had caught on faster than him!

You even held his fucking hand, and he still wasn't getting it. You were trying to get through a crowd, so you really didn't even think about it before you were grabbing his hand so you two wouldn't get separated. He went red but didn't say a single word.

It was more laughable than anything though, so you didn't mind too much. The increased flirting was starting to become fun. Still, three months took its toll. You were already starting to think that maybe you should just tell him. Technically you were already halfway there when you sent him that very clearly romantic song by Khai Dreams and told him it reminded you of him.

But, of course, Tik Tok came in with the final idea.

While you were scrolling, some video had come up of a girl giving advice on how to be obvious while flirting. Your dedication had leaked into your for you page, that's how bad the past three months had been. The girl had said to talk about the idea of dating, what the other person would look for in a relationship.

And you were going to do just that. With a carefully crafted plan of questions, you struck him post-stream.

Relaxing in his flat after a stream of his you were there for, the list crossed your mind. The stream was the perfect excuse to ask the questions you had planned.

"I saw someone in chat say they met their girlfriend because of a TommyInnit stream." You laugh, pretending to browse through Twitter.

"How the fuck does someone get a girlfriend off my stream?! I should be getting all the bitches!" He cries in mock-outrage, throwing his hands up.

"Maybe you're too picky with your bitches." Act casual. Act casual. Act so fucking casual. "What are you looking for in a girlfriend anyways?"

That was the least casual thing you've ever said.

"Uh." He chokes. "Well. I dunno."

You were too dedicated to stop now.

"Really? All the talk of getting bitches and you don't know what your perfect partner would be?"

"What, and you do?!" Tommy had played directly into your trap.

"Well, yeah. I figured everyone did. Like, I'd want to date someone funny, tall but not too tall. Around six feet would be best. British, obviously." Time to start listing his attributes. "Blue eyes are the best in a guy though."

"Are you- wait. Sorry. Are you flirting with me?" He sounds so confused, but all you feel is relief.

Finally! After all this time, all the days, he's finally gotten it! It was a bit sad that this was where he finally got it though.

"Finally." You voice, watching his eyes widen. "Only took me describing you for you to realize!"

"Wha- like, as a joke?"

If you weren't so dumbstruck by how dumb he was, you'd facepalm. Like, actually facepalm. But as it is, you can only stare at him.

"As a joke?" He repeats. "Or, like, for real?"

As gently as you can, without laughing, you say, "I've been flirting with you for real. For three months."

As his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, you finally just start laughing. After a second he joins in.

"I was really blind for three months?!" He exclaims.

"Yes! Twitter caught on before you! Twitter!"

"I'm so- I'm so fucking stupid! Why wouldn't you just tell me?!"

At this point, you couldn't even remember. "I don't know!"

When you both stop laughing at how stupid this all was, he gives you a tentative smile.

"So, like, you actually like me? Like like me?"

"What are we? Thirteen? Yes, Tommy."

"I had to make sure!" He protests. "But I, uh, I like you too."

Oh.

After three months of flirting, you hadn't actually thought about him liking you back. The game of trying to find more ways to flirt had kept your mind off the anxiety of his answer. Now that he's given you one, you aren't quite sure how to respond.

Luckily, to make up for his previous stupidity, he does.

"So, can I kiss you?"

The only answer he needs is your smile.

#dsmp #tommyinnit mcyt #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #dsmp tommy #tommy mcyt #fluff #mcyt #flirting #gn!reader

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frogzin · 1 year

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How would these mcyts react to having a s/o riddle Youtuber.

type cellbit (a Brazilian streamer who makes and solves riddles)

includes: cc!Sapnap, cc!Georgenotfound, cc!Tommyinnit, cc!Wilbur soot. (GN!reader)

notes. My first Headcanon so it's probably shit 💀💀

SAPNAP

omg he would love-

why it makes you look a thousand times more attractive than you already are and why the whole riddle theme is so mysterious, he finds this mystery vibe super sexy 😈

George

He would ask if he can help you! Which results in you guys glued together solving riddle puzzles together or just a game of riddles <3

Just like sap he'd find this crossword vibe very mysterious - and very interesting 🤭

You probably now have a partner to solve puzzles with you whenever you need to.

Tommy

He probably wouldn't understand what fun you see in that 🙄

He'd be like "Do you prefer me or these puzzles?" If you said you preferred riddles he would pretend to be super offended OR he would ignore you the whole time until you said you prefer him.

Tommy would just be a spectator to watching you solve puzzles He wouldn't try to help you (because he knows he can't have the patience for it 💀)

Wilbur

he'd find it interesting

while you're probably playing some crossword game he's there to see you playing, because he thinks it's so cute that you're concentrating on it <3

#dsmp x reader #dsmp headcanon #georgenotfound x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #sapnap x reader #mcyts x reader #mcyts x gn! reader #mcyts headcanons

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ador3him · 2 years

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Helloooo

Could I possibly request a Tommy X reader where Tommy, will, basically all Da boys are vlogging and go to a cafe and reader is working there and Tommy has a lil crush and it ends with Wilbur secretly filming Tommy go up to you and ask for your number (successfully) :)

pairing: TommyInnit x gn!reader

warnings: none?? horrible flirting maybe LMFAO

requested? yes by anon

word count: 1.05k

a/n: IDKIDKIDK if i like this hejwgfgweif ANYWAYS HOW ARE YALLS DAYS??? IT STOPPED RAINING HERE ISH (and my work is making come in at like 430 tmr i think im getting waitress trained??? wooo!!!)

“Hello men, today we are here with Wilbur, Ash, and Jack in Brighton.” Tommy gestures to the beach behind him. Then someone walks in front of Ash who was manning the camera, “Well excuse you,” Tommy mumbles walking toward the camera. “What should we do, boys,” he asks everyone, Ash moves the camera as if he is shrugging, Wilbur points towards the beach and starts to walk over. “Beach!” Jack runs over dragging Wilbur as he dashes past him. “This could get a bit wild,” Tommy winks at the camera.

“Pebble fight!” Tommy throws a handful of pebbles at Wilbur, one hitting him on the head “Tommy just pebble brained Wilbur,” Jack laughs. “Tommy don’t throw anymore,” Wilbur took the remaining pebbles from him. “He is such a party pooper,” Tommy frowns at the camera which is ‘nodding’ in agreement. “Are you Jack Manifold?” a girl asks Jack. “Yes!” he smiles “Can I maybe get a picture?” he nods and gets Wilbur to take one. “Do you want a picture with me? TommyInnit, more popular and handsome than Jack” Tommy smiles at the girl. “I don’t know who you are sorry,” the girl walks away just like that. “What the fuck?” Tommy looks at Jack confused. He is doubled over laughing, “S-she, y-you, omg this is gold,” Jack is hysterical and can’t get his words out.

“Tommy we should go get some food or something I think Ash is hungry,” Wilbur takes the camera from Ash to film him, he just nods and gives two thumbs up, smiling. Ash then points to a cute little café just off the beach. It is a darker themed café with black rose bushes out the front with a deep purple exterior and the same on the interior. “C’mon Ash lets get you some food, Wilbur’s treat,” Tommy smiles walking off the beach with the three other men and into the café. The interior was littered with different plants and framed bugs. They all walk straight to the counter looking at the menu on the wall. “Hello,” Tommy’s smile is beaming at the worker who turns around slightly startled. “Oh hi! Sorry I was just making a coffee; can you give me two seconds?” they ask flashing them all their toothy grin. “Yes of course, take your time we aren’t in a rush,” Wilbur replies as Tommy is almost drooling. “What are you doing?” Wilbur whispers to Tommy shaking him out of the trance that overcame him.

Before he could answer the barista turns back around. “Sorry about that, guys! Do you know what you want?” they ask. “Uh- I will take a black coffee and a breakfast bagel. He will have a hot chocolate and a breakfast wrap and whatever they want.” Wilbur orders for himself and Ash knowing he wouldn’t speak, just point. “Hi! Can I please have an iced latte with one sugar and uh that’s it thanks!” Jack smiles. “Uhm- uh. What do you like?” Tommy stutters out. “Well, if you want a drink than I get the vanilla iced coffee. But if you want food, I like the feta and avocado bagel,” they answer pointing at the bagel in the display window beside them. “Can I please get both of them? Like the drink and the food?” he asks. “Of course, anything else for you men today and can I get a name for the order?” “No we are set, Wilbur,” Wilbur goes to hand them his debit card. “No, I got it.” Tommy slaps his hand away handing them his instead. “That won’t be too long,”

“Guys Thomas Simons has a fat crush on the barista!” Jack teases him as they sit at a table, Tommy just rolls his eyes in annoyance. Sure, they were cute and admirable, but Jack is crazy. “What was that?” Wilbur asks genuinely concerned as he has never seen him like that before. “I don’t know, they are just so cute and shit like I got nervous.” He groans. Ash types something on his phone and hands it to Tommy. “You should ask for their number,” he reads out, Ash nods. “Should I?” he asks the other two. “I mean I would! Who knows maybe they think you’re ‘cute and shit’ as well,” Jack says.

“Order for Wilbur,” they call out, the cups on the bench in a cup tray and the food in brown paper bags. “You going to do it?” Wilbur asks, Tommy just shrugs and gets up to grab the food and drinks Jack following him. “Thank you,” Tommy smiles at the barista- he didn’t even know their name, but he thinks it would be beautiful as beautiful as them. “Have a nice day!” they beam.

As Jack and Tommy sit down with their order Tommy decides to go for it. “I’m going to do it.” Tommy gets up and looks at the boys. “Can I film it? Good content,” Wilbur asks. “Yeah, use your phone though in case they say yes,” Tommy walks over to the bench. “Oh hi! Is something wrong with your order?” they look at him concerned. “No, it’s perf-right it good.” Tommy stumbles through his words. “I-uh I was just wondering if I could maybe get your number. You’re really cute and nice and- all good if not,” He rushes out. “Of course, do you have your phone I can put it in,” their face is bright red and their hands shaky as they take Tommy’s phone. They put their name under ‘y/n <3’. “Your name is beautiful,” he says in full confidence now. “Thank you, can I ask yours or am I going to have to call you lover boy?” they lean over the counter a bit. “I mean I guess I can’t tell you now.” He rests his hand over y/ns a bit. “Its Tommy,” he admits. “Cute, lover boy,” they smile at him. “Well, you better call me,” “I will,” “Good,”

Tommy rushes over to the table and shows them. “They gave it to me! Their name is y/n isn’t that gorgeous?” He gushes over them. They all congratulate him, patting him on the back. “I am so sending this to everyone we know this is gold,” Wilbur laughs at the stuttering mess Tommy is in the first half of the video. “I will kill you.” Tommy threatens.

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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💜 DAY 3 OF MONSTER WEEK — DRAGON TOMMY

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: IN THE FREAKING TITLE. Tommy gets bullied, you help, forced bonding and also pure laziness, all under the cut *jazz hands*!

[Read the rest under the cut]

Things like dragons are widely considered myths, figments of our imagination with room for creative liberty when it comes to details. There are some people, though few and far between, who still believe in them, to an almost feverish degree.

You, like most, are not one of them. You've lived your entire life believing what's right in front of you, not feeling a need to search for some mystical deeper meaning. If it existed, you'd find proof eventually; if it didn't, you didn't care much to begin with.

It was a very flexible worldview. Maybe your open-mindedness for anything, this proof-begets-belief ideal, is why you've found yourself in this situation.

You were on your way to work, walking since you lived fairly close to your veterinary office when you came across of group of young school boys poking roughly at a tiny hissing animal. It looked sickly, bruises and leaves scattered over it and your heart instantly broke seeing its horrible state.

"Hey! Get away from that poor animal!" The second you started yelling, the kids scattered like the mice in the Ratatouille kitchen scene. You were going to chase after them, scold them maybe, when the animal's pitiful crying caught your attention. "Oh, you poor thing."

It cries out in pain when you try, as carefully as you could, to pick it up. You try to comfort it as much as you can, hurrying on your short walk to your office.

Now that you could see it better, it was less like a cat and more like an odd reptile. It felt around the same size as a young kitten but it was scaly, though from far away it seemed more like wet fur, with most of the scales being very, very loose as if someone had tried prying them all away from before it could properly molt.

You cooed at it, trying to one-handed open the doors to your clinic without disturbing the animal too much. "You're okay, bud. We're going to get you all fixed up." It mewled weakly, its tongue flicked at you slowly. "You are very brave right now. The bravest."

You kept very soft-spoken as you disinfected its numerous wounds. It was a very well-behaved animal as if it knew you were only trying to help it. You managed to even wipe most of the dirt off its very beautiful, very leathery texture, and vibrant yellow scaling.

It stretched itself out, curling into a very tightly-wound circle afterward. You took a few minutes to relax after that, knowing things would probably get far less exciting for the rest of the day.

{《☆》}

You were very wrong. The animal has left to leave your side even once, while simultaneously being very rude to all the other animals you've tried to take care of. You've had to close your clinic for the last two days because it almost attacked a very fearless chihuahua.

It wasn't horrible though. it was very cuddly, freely purring every time you pat its scaly back. In fact, it actively sought out contact, very pleased every time you played along.

Things had to change though. You needed to work and you knew you couldn't do that with a mysterious and aggressive animal draping itself over your shoulder at all times.

Surprisingly, you didn't have to be the one to change anything, change very rapidly found you.

{《☆》}

So, there was a strange man in your kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night to very loud banging and what sounded like a glass breaking. Looking around now, you could spot the broken handle of your favourite coffee mug.

"Y/N!," The blond intruder chirped happily. He dropped the corpse of your mug in the sink, "I have a human form finally! Look how tall I am!"

Finally breaking out of your shock, you started screaming. Very, very loudly.

Tommy, the blond intruder, managed to explain the entire story to you after surviving a very long 10-minute screaming session, a pair of policemen at your door asking far too many questions, and a mailman. According to him, he was a dragon who had been chased by poachers looking for his scales for some reason, when he had finally escaped the group of schoolboys had started poking at him and only made him weaker.

Apparently, he had siphoned off some of your energy every day, using your pets as a way to steal energy and in the process creating a bond between them that allowed him to take human form. You're still pretty iffy on the details and very much unsure how any of this works but after Tommy proves his story by shifting back into a dragon, you officially had to accept that you were bonded, whatever that meant, to a dragon.

Yay?

"So what now?" You asked because usually in stories, this would be where the call to action is. He would tell you about some evil organization or those dragon poachers would show up and you'd have to accept the mantle of being a hero. Except life isn't a story (wow, meta).

Tommy shrugs, "I'm not sure. I didn't really think I would make it this far into explaining."

"Can I just, go back to my job? Do I have to hide you until the bond goes away?" Tommy laughs at your questions. When you don't laugh with him, he gets far more awkward.

"About that," He rubs at his neck, "it's kinda permanent."

"…"

You lost another two mugs. Tommy has a far greater fear of you though, which helps keep him in check at the clinic.

{《☆》}

[I just wrote this all like 20 minutes ago, if this is bad then sucks to suck I refuse to rewrite this. (Ask again after I've had coffee)]

[Anyways, take care of yourself, drink water, touch some grass, love youuu!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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besties-writeing-corner · 1 month

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HIHII :33 can i req tommy x reader where tommy finds readers old s/h scars ?? it's alr if ur not in the right headspace to write this 🫶🏼🫶🏼

AHHH!!! PEOPLE!!! TY!!! AND SOMETHING I WRITE WHELL !!!! YIPE :DD

anyways,

cc!Tommy finding (names) old s/h scares <3

gender netral- they/them/thier pronunes used<3

it wasn't mentionsed wethier cc or c, so i went w/ cc! !!

cw- mentions of self harm/s/h scares, swearing, lemme know if its worse :3

putting this under a cut for a warning !!!

tommy- red text

reader-green text

HEADCANONS . . .

you too were doing a stream, a cooking one!

bakeing a cake, and it went smoth.

but he noticed something when you reached up to grab the sprinkles yall had forgotten to grab before.

and thats when he saw them.

he didn't mention anything, and hoped that the camra didn't pick it up

(witch it didn't, they were to faded and were in the shadow.)

after stream, you were both sitting down eating the cake, he as normale picked up your hand, traceing little stars in your palm

he moed it a bit, but it started dawning on you what he was going as you felt it go fom your palm to forearm, spceifcaly on the inner side.

AUDIOLOG . . .

"wait.. what are you doing?." "you drew stars, all on my scares.."

"how- i dont rember telling you-" "when you grabed the sprinkles from the cabnit, your sleve fell down and i saw. the camra didn't pick it up, and it it didit was blocked by a dono, so." "oh. ok." "please coe to me if you feel like this again.or if i do anythin to trigger you, let me know. please.i dont want to use you from this. even if these are, years old, this shit is so easy to fall back into. i just dont want this for you." "i will, dw."

AHHHH!!! TY FOR REQESTING! i hope this is good!!

and PLEASE DONT FEEL NEVOUSE TO SEND ME A REQEST!!!! ITS RLLY MOTIVATING AND I FORGET TO FINISH STUFF ALOT SO IN A SINCE THI GUILT TRIPS ME INTO ACULY WRITEING !!!!

#tommyinnit #cc!tommy #tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x gn reader #character x reader #x reader #reader insert #character x s/h reader #self harm #s/h #sh comfort #self harm comfort #aone reqested

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itsjustnobody0 · 2 years

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Chapter 4.

Hi guys and welcome back! I hope your enjoying this story so far!! Already on chapter 4! God it’s been rlly quick since I posted the first chapter. Speaking of the first chapter here’s the link to it in case you haven’t read it:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

TW for chapter 4-

stealing

Swearing

Self doubt

Hights

Climbing

Sleeping

Screaming

Nightmares

Food

Locking yourself in a small room

Starving

Death

Hugging

It is literally just the word being mentioned but I’m giving the warning in case it is like really triggering for some people. Enjoy the chapter. Ciao bitches.

We got back home and I had a wardrobe full of new clothes and paint. I also had some got some fake plants and other things to add to my room. I wasn’t going to use much of it. I liked the plants and decided to name the fern Roderick (If you know I love you). I had stolen some spray paints without anyone noticing, I had walked out at the exact time as someone else to make it look like they had stole something when the alarm went of. I had done things like that before but I don’t normally steal from actual shops. I didn’t bother painting the white walls I just got my spray paint and started spraying it on the walls. Once I had done I had a massive green dragon in the wall and other doodles on the other, I was very proud of it. I had been spray painting since I was very young and I had a black mask with a bit of spray paint on it, I had wore it while painting as I didn’t want to inhale the fumes. I sat on the bed I had and chilled, I had hidden my spray paints so I couldn’t get them taken off me. I wanted to speak to Ranboo again but I didn’t want to bother him and he probably already thought I was very annoying. There wasn’t much I could do, I didn’t own a phone or any devices, I had forgotten to buy scetch books, I did have a couple of books that where in the closet when I first came here but I had no idea how to read. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The person walked in without waiting for an answer.

“What?” I snapped, I didn’t need people talking to me unless it was Ranboo.

“Hello to you too.” The woman said quietly.

“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded

“I’m Niki, I work here.” She explained politely, suddenly I kinda felt bad, I knew I shouldn’t have snapped at her but I wasn’t going to apologise

“”Oh h-hi. I’m Y/n” I said

“I know, I just wanted to introduce myself and say if you need anything to just ask. Don’t worry if you get lost, it’s a pretty big house, just ask anyone for directions, they’ve all been in the same situation as you so no one’s going to judge you.” She smiled at me

“Thank you.” I said gratefully.

She was about to walk out then she saw all my spray painted walls. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. I went back to lying on the bed. I hated being there, I felt trapped. I just wanted to get out, feel the rain on my face and the breeze in my hair. I sighed. I got up of the bed and walked to the window. It wasn’t massive but it was big enough to climb out of. Maybe if I wanted to escape. Then I decided it wouldn’t be bad if I went for a little stroll, a walk maybe? I left all my stuff in the room and climbed out of the window. I hung off the window sill and looked round, there was an unstable looking drain pipe I could climb down, I decided to go for it and I slid down it. To my suprise it stayed firmly connected to the wall. I hopped of and saw a boy, he had brown hair and brown eyes, he was wearing jumper with bees on. He kinda stared at me.

“The fuck do you want?” I snapped

“I want to know where the fuck you’re going.” He said

“Well why don’t you mind your own business Bee Boi.” I sneered.

He laughed and I joined in. His laughter was sweet and infectious.

“Oh well, just be safe. I can tell your not running away, the amount of people I’ve seen try it not hard to figure out. Make sure your back in an hour because then they start looking for you and then they call the police and that’s where it gets hard to get out of.” He explained to me

“Thank you so much.” I smiled at him.

He smiled back at me and then j started walking down the street. He seemed nice. I wondered if he knew Ranboo. I had no plan of where to go and I’d never been around here before so I wasn’t sure where to go. I found this park and walked into it. It had a lake in it and a play area for children. I started walking round the lake, I found this shady area a way off the path which had a big tree. I climbed up the tree and I found a platform, really large. I could see the lake from up there and the sunset was reflecting off it. It was so pretty. I lay down from a bit and drifted off to sleep. I woke up and the sun was pretty much almost set. I went to look down at my rust then realised I didn’t own a watch. Shit. I had no concept of time and no idea how long I had been out. I almost fell down the tree trying to climb quickly. I got to the ground and started sprinting back the way I was sure I had came. I found the house and climbed up the drain. I had left my window open enough from me to get into. I quickly shut the window and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the running. I heard shouting from downstairs and it brought back memories of things I wanted to forget. Suddenly someone barged into my room. I jumped of the bed as a reflex, I fell onto the ground and I quickly stood back up.

“Jack!” I exclaimed

“WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU?” He shouted.

That shocked me, a lot. I hated being shouted at, it was triggering. I grabbed the closest thing near me and threw it at him. I ran past him and found the bathroom. I ran in and locked it. I was surprised there was a lock on the door, I would have thought Niki and Jack would be more weary of the kids they had here. I sat down on the floor and breathed heavily. I wanted to cry but I wouldn’t do that, not today, not ever. There was a blurry window on the bathroom wall and I could see it was dark outside. I was super tired even though I had slept in the tree house. I found two towels in a cabinet I put one down at a pillow and put the other one over me as a blanket. That was the 2nd most comfiest sleep I had ever had in the life. I had bad nightmares, they were about my past, there was shouting, sometimes at me and sometimes at other things. I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep but I was awoken by a soft knock on the door. I looked at the window and it was light now, meaning I had been there all night.

“Y/n, open up.” Said Jack.

“FUCK OFF!” I shouted at him through the door.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry.” He tried

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF? FUCK OFF!” I screamed.

I heard footsteps walking away from the door and I sat there. I wasn’t going to give up but there wasn’t much I could do in the bathroom. The widow didn’t open and there wasn’t any food in here, I was super hungry as-well. I sat there and I could smell the smell of pancakes baking made downstairs for other kids, they were probably being made by Niki. I then heard another knock on the door.

“Hey Y/n, let us in please.” Someone begged.

“Who’s us?” I called.

“It’s Ranboo and Tubbo.” Ranboo’s voice said

“Tubbo?” I asked, I had no idea who Tubbo was.

“Bee Boi!” A sweet voice said, Tubbo’s.

“O-oh.” I stuttered

“Please let us in.” He asked.

“Is it just you guys?” I checked.

“Yeah.” Ranboo told me

“Promise?” I asked

“Promise.” Tubbo confirmed.

I keep towards the door and slowly unlocked it. I let them in and then quickly closed and locked the door again.

“Y/n, you know you can’t stay in here forever, right?” Ranboo asked me nicely

“And why not?” I demanded stubbornly

“Your going to starve to death.” Tubbo said

“Good.” I said quietly, they both looked at me with wide eyes.

Ranboo slowly approaches me by scooting across the floor, I felt his long arms rapping round my body in a comforting manner, he was warm and he felt safe. I hugged him back and tried so hard not to cry. Tubbo came towards us and hugged me aswell. I let out a slight giggle, I didn’t normally like physical contact but this was nice, comforting. We all pulled away but they sat closer to me this time. I put my head on Ranboos shoulder and held Tubbos hand. I hadn’t known either of them for very long but I felt like they were my brothers. It was probably because of my lack of human contact for the past 2 years. I hadn’t talked much until the past two days. I didn’t need to speak, people I stole from didn’t need to know I existed.

“Why are you in here anyway?” Ranboo asked

“Jack screamed at them? Did you not hear?” Tubbo explained

“No I kinda taught myself not to hear screaming.” Ranboo told us

“Oh, I kinda wished I had been able to do that.” I said

“Me too.” Tubbo agreed

“Y/n, what do you say we get out of here, get some snacks, then go watch a movie in my room?” Ranboo asked

“You have a laptop?” I replied

“Yeah!” He said

“I have this memory stick, im not sure what’s on it, could I plug it into your computer?” I asked him

“Yeah of course you can!” He agreed.

Tubbo and Ranboo got up and they both helped to pull me up. I giggled a bit and then we unlocked the door. They both held one of my hands each and we walked to Ranboo’s room which was just down the corridor and opposite them room I was staying in. I went in with them and Ranboo went to get snacks while me and Tubbo sat down.

We heard a knock on the door and found it weird, why would Ranboo knock on the door of his own room? I got up to answer and deeply regretted it when I saw who it was. I went to slam the door but it was caught by Jack.

“Y/n. I wanted to apologise for screaming. It didn’t just upset you it triggered multiple people in this house and I should have known better than to shout.” He apologised

“Wowwww. You’ve managed to figure out how much of a bitch you are.” I sarcastically gave him a round of applause.

“Language, Y/n. We don’t use those type of words in this house.” He told me sternly

“Oh whatever. Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes.

“Jack just give them time. It’s hard being in a new place.” Tubbo pleaded

“Ok Tubbo, you and Ranboo are incharge of Y/n. Don’t let them do anything bad or it’s your fault ok?” Jack said pointedly

“I don’t need looking after.” I complained “I’ve been on my own for two years.”

“Yes, I know. I believe that’s the problem.” He sighed

“Ok bye now!” I tried shutting the door but Jack held it open

“We need to talk about the walls of your room.” He told me

“Ok. Later.” I said trying to get rid of him.

He let out a sign in defeat and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. I hated being bugged like that, I hated people to be honest. I’d been able to talk to no one for over two years I didn’t want people to start annoying me now.

#sbi #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois x reader #gn!reader #x reader #ranboo #tubbo #jack manifold #niki nihachu #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #niki x reader #jack manifold x reader #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader

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the-berry-system · 2 years

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Chapter one and two of Dream smp- the game!!

Y/n sat down in their chair and sighed. “I am so f#cking board!” They groaned, after thinking for a bit, they went on their computer and looked up ‘Free games to play when board.’ and clicked on one of the first links. After scrolling for a while and saw a game that they had never seen before.

“What’s this? ‘Dream smp-the game.’ Huh, I’ll try it I guess.” They said to themself, they searched, ‘where to downloaded Dream smp the game’. After downloading it, they opened the game.

There were two boys on the screen, they were looking at a wall that was all black with yellow around the bottom. Both boys were wearing a uniform that was mainly blue with a red ribbon thing in the middle of it, the tallest boy was blond with tiny red horns on his head. The smaller one had messy brown hair and they had goat horns and ears. “Cute loading screen!” Y/n giggled.

After looking at the instructions for a while, they gathered that it was an interactive game with many characters. The main character is Tommyinnit, the main villain is Dream. The game is long and takes a while to finish.

They clicked ‘New Game’ and waited for it to load. As the game was loading, their computer crashed “No, No, No, No, No!!” they yelled. “WHY!?”

“Y/n dear are you okay?!” Their mom called from downstairs.

“Yeah, mom I’m fine!” They yelled back.

“Oh okay! Also, dear Its time for dinner.”

TOMMY’s POV-

It was a normal day, in a normal world. Or so Tommy thought. He was walking around when suddenly the world…glitched? How would that happen? The world went black.

He slowly opened his eyes to see himself in what seemed like an endless void of zeros and ones.

“W-what!? Where am I?!” He reached to touch one of the walls, but when he did a message popped up saying ‘Error. Code already exists.’ “Code? Am I…In a game?!” He looks around a bit more and touches the wall again. This time he sees the intro. “Wait, so a player controls me!?” He is hyperventilating at this point, and everything goes black again.

When Tommy came to his senses his face was wet with tears. Tommy frantically looked around and he saw he was surrounded by trees, The blond boy let out a relived sigh. He was safe. Yet his mind went back to the place that had a bunch of zeros and ones. Was he really in a game? Did he have any control over his own life? He started to breathe very quickly. He tried to calm himself. 1, 2, 3, 4 breathe 1, 2, 3, 4 hold 1, 2, 3, 4 let the air go, he repeated the steps until he calmed down. Should he tell anyone? No, they wouldn’t believe him, but Tubbo might, but what if he thinks Hes crazy, He pulled at his blond hair in frustration.

#dsmp x gn! reader #dsmp fanfic #dsmp x reader #platonic! dsmp x reader #tommyinnit #fanfic #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp lore

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Mcyt with an s/o who's a voice acter for video game characters? They mostly do voice characters in horror games n stuff(like until dawn, where the characters are also modeled after the voice after if I remember correctly)

I just think their faces would be hilarious if the choice they make in the game ends up with y/n getting killed lol

OH MY GOD YESSSSS ; also tried to use different games and not the same for everyone but I'm not the heaviest story game gamer LMFAO ; also don't talk about how timeliness wouldn't make sense shhhhhh

MCYT ; video game voice actor

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language & fictional violence and death/murder

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

somehow the topic of mc story mode came up and how you actually voice acted a few characters + one of the Jessie variants (whichever you picked as a kid 🙏)

"WHAT? WHY DIDNT I KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

"I mean I was like, fourteen. I don't think I even knew you yet"

"absolute betrayal"

he literally speeds to his office, downloads the first game and proceeds to stream for three hours playing it (he selects whichever Jessie you voiced of course)

"OH MY GOD THAT IS MY PARTNER, HOLY SHIT, LISTEN TO THEIR BABY VOICE!"

the tweets never end

"spot the difference" and its an old/new pic of you compared to jessie

💀💀💀💀

once he gets to the save Petra or Lukas scene he straight up pauses and playfully yells at you like you made the game?? 💀🙏

he dies so many times it's not even funny

love him tho

TUBBO

red dead redemption two 💀

forget the qsmp, once he finally downloads the game its all he's playing for a straight week

again, how the hell did he not know about this??

it was only 2018??

you voice a few of the townsfolk and a few of the supporting characters

everytime he hears your baby voice he's like "omg you sounded like that??" obviously he's been friends w you for a while so he doesn't notice voice changes

as an Easter egg, the player can actually kill one of the random townsfolk solely for being annoying with no consequences

it's modeled after you as well 💀💀💀

the npc just shouts annoying shit and doesn't shut up and is encouraged to kill the kid

tubbo kills the kid and unlocks the secret achievement

RANBOO

Detroit become human

the moment he finds out you voiced a minor character he speedruns trying to find you

the character is also modeled after you, so he's begging chat to keep an eye out for you too

you're basically just some very friendly person trying to help Connor but no matter what route he/the player takes, you wind up dead for the angst

ouuuu the heartbreak, the angst

if it's by being shot, betrayed, or committing your own death, you're gone bro

"y/n why the fuck does your character die in the worst ways possible?"

you shrug

"that genuinley hurt my feelings. I don't wanna play this anymore"

"you didn't get to Connors possible death scene yet!"

"WHAT?"

FREDDIE BADLINU

TLOU 2 (I don't support the makers zionist views, I just thought this fit. free Palestine and do your daily clicks)

was literally cheering you on the whole time when you were bts for voice acting your character

you had to take like scream classes to upgrade your screaming abilities lmao

you gave the voice to a character modeled after you, an infected teen who runs into ellie on her way through the game

she/the player is forced to put you down because you're not immune

he plays through the game and turns to you like "dude do I actually have to kill you to progress?"

you just nod

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna do this"

THE DESPERATE SCREAMING GOT HIM

literally looked at you in horror

"...are you okay?"

you smile and nod

NIKI NIHACHU

life is strange

mf you would've been like 16?? damn get ur bag, okay

she plays through and you va (whoever you choose) and everytime she hears your voice she smiles

"omg that's my partner! that's y/n, you guys!! :D"

the cutest

literallt cries at the end of the game

"y/n, were you in life is strange two?"

"why?"

"Cause I wanna play it but I don't wanna get my hopes up about you being there"

"just play it, just play it. trust me"

ALEX QUACKITY

twdg s4

basically clem/the player gets really close to your character and ends up having to kill them after they turn into a walker

the angst, the heartbreak

he's never done a full let's play / game play like that before and especially with a full game series

when he got to s4 and heard you for the first time he literally started jumping around and screaming

now when you die... it's jumping and screaming alright (in anger and sadness)

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I PLAYED ALL THOSE GAMES JUST FOR YOU TO DIE?"

"I mean there's an option to prevent me turning, you're just a dumbass"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? IM RESTARTING"

FOOLISH GAMERS

dead by daylight

you va'd multiple characters/killers

and the devs wanted to show appreciation by giving you your own playable character with your natural voice

when foolish finds out, he gets tubbo, quackity, tina & niki in a call to play dbd + stream for like 6 hours

loves seeing all the death animations you'd be given and all your voicelines

"OH MY GOD! guys this is my partner, they're so instantly talented at voice acting, holy shit!"

"we get it foolish, you love y/n"

"It's more than love, quackity, it's an obsession"

"my brother in christ, calm down"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #alex quackity x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt x gn reader #they/them reader

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lilywastaken · 2 years

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⇝ SLEEPING + CUDDLING HCs !

CC!Dream, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!TommyInnit x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: how cuddling with some of my fav CCs would be like!

WARNINGS: SFW!

A/N: my first headcanons! I'll probably do a part two soon with some of the other CCs (quackity, karl, jack, etc), but I'll see! Please please please don't forget to reblog or comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you so so much for reading!! <3

MASTERLIST.

Also on Ao3!

DREAM:

I feel like Dream's love language is mostly physical touch, so he'd be the most willing to cuddle.

And although he probably has a very fucked up sleep schedule and only gets to cuddle you for a few hours before you wake up, his soft touch and warm body is so worth it.

If you're asleep by the time he gets to bed, he quietly sneaks underneath the covers and instantly searches for you with his arms, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his hold.

He mostly likes being the big spoon, pressing your back to his chest so he's able to snuggle his face into the crook of your neck and press soft kisses along your skin, smiling if you giggle or try and playfully wriggle away from his affections.

But just because he's normally the big spoon, doesn't mean he dislikes being held.

There are a few days where he just wants to collapse into your arms and let you hug him, run your fingers through his soft hair while he snuggles his face into your chest.

Much like everyone, he likes being held and comforted at times, it just reminds him that he isn't alone, and that whenever he has a bad day, he can come to you so you can make it better.

This man will drop whatever he's doing if you ask for a quick cuddle session. Training for mcc? He can train later. Cooking dinner? Food can wait. In the middle of a stream? The mute button exists for a reason.

Speaking of streaming, if he's live without his face cam on and craves affection, he will most definitely text you non-stop to come and sit on his lap so he can hold you while he plays.

Doesn't matter if it's Minecraft or some first person shooter, he'll manage. You're more important, after all.

SAPNAP:

Much like his best friend, Sapnap's very touchy when it comes to his s/o.

His hand is always either intertwined with yours or slipped into your back pocket when you're outside, the need to be close to you too much for him, and it doesn't really change in private.

Whenever you're lying down, be it on the sofa or in bed, he will always find a way to be draped on top of you or holding you to his chest, depending on his mood.

Sometimes he wants nothing more than to be held and kissed, and sometimes he just wants to hold you flush to his chest and nestle his face into your hair.

How he wants to cuddle fully relies on his mood.

If he's sad or angry or annoyed, he just wants to be held and coddled, with his head either resting on your lap or on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he waits for you to run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, an action that turns him into putty almost immediately. Sometimes when he's too pissed off or upset, he keeps quiet, letting you do your thing while he clings to you; but if he's feeling up for it and you let him, he'll rant about whatever got him in a mood, appreciating your patience when it comes to him.

But, if he's in an actual good mood, happy or cocky or confident, he feels the need to show off, in a way. And so, he hugs you tightly to his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands run over the soft skin of your stomach, head snuggled right next to yours as he whispers sweet nothings and presses sweet kisses up and down your jaw and finally your lips.

GEORGE:

George is a heavy sleeper.

And because he's a heavy sleeper, he doesn't realise what he does at night, and it makes it quite hard for him to be woken up during his sleep.

He makes sure that he's always pressed up against you, be it with his chest against your back or with your legs wrapped around his waist, his head resting on your chest as he snores softly.

If he can't fall asleep (which is unlikely), he stares up at the ceiling while he plays with your hair, braiding it or running his fingers through it or simply pressing his face into it, enjoying the softness of the whole situation.

And although it makes up for really great and warm cuddles, it's a bit uncomfortable when you have to get up to go to the toilet or to start the day, his arm heavy over your stomach as he sleeps, peacefully unaware of your struggle as you try and get him off you.

Normally, you just cave into his warmth and snuggle into his side, brushing through his fringe with your fingers and running them over his sleeping features, pressing kisses over his jaw in an attempt to wake him.

Spoiler alert, it doesn't.

After a few hours of just lying there either scrolling on your phone or admiring his beauty, he finally starts to stirr, letting out soft groans and moans as he moves to hold you properly. He smiles at you and wishes you good morning, and when you try to move, he pulls you back, asking for "a few more minutes" to which you audibly groan, but succumb to his ministrations.

He isn't really a touchy person out in public, but he always makes sure that he's holding your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. But when you're alone, he lets himself indulge in your touches and hugs, running his warm hands over your skin under your shirt as you lay next to him, eyes drooping closed, threatening to once again fall asleep.

TOMMY:

Taking the sleepover vlog with Ranboo as reference, Tommy seems to sleep in a fetal position like most people, which makes me instantly think of curling up with him like that.

Assuming that he's way taller than you, you can easily snuggle your back up to his chest and let him hold you, your legs resting on his as he lazily holds an arm over your waist, drawing weird patterns onto your tummy or waist until he falls asleep.

If by chance you're taller than him, I'd like to think that he probably wouldn't think of changing the way he sleeps just to cuddle, so you sleep back to back, with him curled up with his own pillow until you feel him turn over and drape himself over you like a blanket, head lying on your shoulder as he softly snores.

That reminds me, snoring. Although it doesn't really relate to cuddles, I see Tommy as a big snorer. Like even asleep he has to make as much sound as possible. He always denies it as well, even if you've had his head right next to yours the whole night or even if you've recorded him, he refuses any claims that he snores.

Moving on, cuddles during daytime with Tommy are… an experience.

If you're sitting down on a chair or even on the floor, expect to be tackled from behind and picked up. You'll end up flailing your arms in surprise as he attempts to move you into a better position to cuddle, which normally ends with both of you on the floor.

Apart from the mini heart attacks you get from his sudden explosions of affection, cuddling with Tommy isn't that bad. He secretly likes being held sometimes, even if he screams at you whenever you bring it up amongst your friends, resting his head on your tummy or chest and falling asleep happily while you talk about whatever.

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loversj0y · 10 months

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saving face

pairing: siren x gn!reader (villain wilbur soot from tommyinnits clinic for supervillains)

tws: okay so, im going to be REALLY thorough because there is some dark content throughout so kidnapping, chloroform use, drug use (power enhancers), reader gets called sweetheart at one point, violence, injuries, torture, major head injuries, alcohol, alcohol is poured on reader, mental manipulation (attempts at it), blood, broken nose, siren tells someone to claw their eye out, mentions of a fractured skull and concussion

notes: big major thank u to @medlarwrites for this idea!!!! ive been obsessing over siren since i read clinic and had to write something abt him. im not in love with the start of the fic bc i had a very different direction at first but!!! dont care i like how it ended up!! so :3

medlars original prompt: “anyways lemme leave you a siren!wilbur who finds our his bestfriend from college got kidnapped because they suspect she's associated with siren and so want to get information about his identity from them :)”

word count: 5.5k!

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone

When you were in college, you had a rather… peculiar best friend. Maybe you should’ve cared a bit more about the moral consequences of what he did, but honestly, it was college. Your best friend was one of the most well-known supervillains, Siren.

That wasn’t how you met him, though. You met him as Wilbur Soot, the guy who sat next to you in your Literature class, who often forgot his pens. You had a small crush on him, so you made a habit of always bringing an extra pen for him. You became quick friends after, bonding over mutual hatred for the professor’s teaching style, as well as sharing an onslaught of opinions.

You didn’t mean to find out about his identity, it was a complete accident. You and him had this mutual agreement that if something was going on (life troubles, finals stress, etc.), you have free permission to come over for some company. If the other person wasn’t there, you would just wait until they got home. It was a good system that kept both of you from getting too lonely, especially you. He lived at home, but you lived in a dodgy apartment by yourself. He would always make an effort to show up any time he had anything he wanted to talk about, mostly to keep you from feeling too alone. One night, the loneliness had gotten pretty rough, so you decided to go to Wilbur’s house. You two had given each other spare keys a long while back, and it wasn’t the first time you’d done this, so you were quick to unlock the door and head into his room to wait for him to come home. When the door did finally open, it wasn’t Wilbur who walked through.

You immediately jumped, backing up a bit as you saw Siren walk in. Once he’d processed that you were there, he cursed under his breath, trying to console you while quickly pulling off his blindfold. You watched as he went from Siren to Wilbur in a matter of seconds, your head swirling with confusion. You two had a very long conversation that night, while you helped him clean up a scratch along his arm.

After college, you didn’t see Wilbur as much anymore. You worked a lot, and he worked quite a bit too. You two still saw each other, just not as often.

You saw Siren much more often, though. Since Wilbur knew where your walk home from work was, he would always make an effort to be there and walk you home at night once a week if he could. Sometimes he would only watch you from the rooftops, other times when it was a bit darker and there were fewer people out, he would walk with you, chatting about anything he could think of. Over time, what once had been a small crush blossomed into genuine love for your best friend.

It was nice, a really good system. Kept you and him talking, even when your busy schedules tended to keep you from each other. However, for as good of a system as it is, it also had some apparent downsides.

Like your current situation.

You didn’t know exactly where you were.

The last thing you remembered was leaving work. You locked up the small bookstore you worked at and began your walk home when you felt a hand wrap around you, pressing a cloth against your mouth. Whoever it was ended up being too strong for you to fight against, and it was only a few minutes before the chloroform reached your brain, knocking you out quickly. In terms of kidnappings, it was fairly tame, at the very least.

It took a while to wake up, your consciousness floating in and out a few times, allowing you to get small glimpses of conversations.

“Try and get ‘em to talk. Just being friends with Siren doesn’t mean they’re strong. We can break them, even if it takes some… stepping in.”

A bit of a horrifying thing to hear post-kidnapping, but even if it wasn’t on purpose, it at least got your guard up a bit.

When you woke up, you spent a few minutes looking around and familiarising yourself with your surroundings. You were in some shitty warehouse. Which, honestly, cliche, and how many abandoned warehouses did this city have? Large, brown-stained windows lined the top of the walls, allowing for a bit of light to pour in. There were garage-type doors every few feet, but most of them had large padlocks, except for one the furthest away from you.

Your hands and feet were tied onto the chair, one hand behind handcuffed while the other hand and your legs were attached with zip ties.

Escape was not going to be easy, but you knew a bit of fighting, Wilbur having taught you how to protect yourself. You finally looked over to the middle of the room.

It took you a while to recognize the guy who’d kidnapped you. You did know him, though, only because of the things that Siren had told you. Schlatt, previously known as Gunmetal, an ex-hero. His power was the ability to strengthen his body to a metal-like level, making him incredibly hard to take down. The Syndicate considered approaching him for membership, but he was… unstable. He got discharged by the Hero Committee after his increased strength led to the destruction of an apartment building. There weren’t any villains around to pin it on, either, and there were too many witnesses. It had also been discovered that he’d been utilizing power enhancers, which were supposed to be outlawed, in order to extend his abilities and allow him to strengthen multiple parts of his body at once.

If what Wilbur had told you in his frustrated rants was true, Schlatt wanted to take over the Syndicate. He’d attacked them numerous times, always aiming to kill, and he’d taken a particular interest in finding out Siren’s identity.

You sat up a bit, preparing yourself for whatever bullshit he was about to spew at you.

Wilbur caught onto something being wrong a few hours after you’d been taken. He had gone on a minor heist with Techno, and things ran… suspiciously well. No hero intervention for the majority of the heist, until Flame showed up towards the end. Blade handled most of the fighting for him, while Siren took care of their escape. It was when they finally escaped that he noticed something odd. He and Techno passed by your apartment, and he knew your habits well enough to know that you would not be asleep this early. Despite that, the lights in your apartment were off. A bit of searching later, and he was quick to notice your disappearance. When he arrived back home, he was quick to enlist Tubbo to see if they could get a ping on your last known location. Your phone wasn’t anywhere to be found, so he hoped he could at least figure out where you had been. Normally, he would pace to try and distract himself, but when it came to you, there was no use. He immediately headed out, trying to find any sign of you and waiting for a response from Tubbo.

“Good mornin’ sweetheart,” Schlatt chuckled, standing in front of a table in front of your chair. He had two briefcases set out in front of him, “Don’t worry. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” There was an implied ‘yet’ at the end of that sentence. You got a good look at him. He wore a pressed suit, and an airsoft mask – equipped specially with two ram horns on the sides, his signature look. His knuckles were wrapped with red athletic tape, at least you’d hoped it was originally red.

“Then what the fuck do you want with me? It’s hard to believe you aren’t going to hurt me when you kidnapped me off the street.”

“I just need a bit of information, that’s all.”

You scoffed, “Really? So you just fucking kidnap me?”

“It’s effective, is it not?” He chuckled, leaning forward, “Do you have any powers?”

You rolled your eyes, “Cut the shitty small talk. Why am I here?”

“To answer my fucking questions.”

You looked down at your arm, noting a small cuff wrapped around it, “If I tell you, will you take the stupid power dampener off?”

He snorted, “Don’t act dumb.”

“Oh, good, then I’m not telling you.” You did have a power. It was part of why Wilbur felt comfortable being around you. You were also a mind manipulator, but you couldn’t get people to actually do things for you. You could just easily see through their words and arguments. Which meant that you could get them to believe you were telling the truth as well, which would be a bloody good thing to be able to utilize right about now.

“Fine, be like that.” He held up a photo, “So, if you won’t tell me your power, maybe you’ll tell me why Siren has had such a close eye on you?” You looked at the photo closer, being able to clearly make out Siren walking you home.

“He’s just a nice dude. Wants to walk me home sometimes,” you shrugged, trying to act nonchalantly, “I don’t know much about him if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He snorted, “Yeah, like I’d believe that.” He pulled out a folder, spreading out numerous photos of you and Siren, hanging out and eating together in your apartment.

“Have you been fucking stalking me, you absolute creep?”

“Not you, but Siren. You just happened to be there. And I wanna know why.”

“What? You’re mad that a citizen can show compassion to a villain?” You scoffed, “Boo-hoo, poor Schlatt, must be such a sad life you have.”

He growled, and you grinned at how easy it was to get under his skin, even without your power. “I couldn’t give less of a shit about that. I want to know why he’s trying to recruit new Syndicate members.”

You laughed, “God, you could not have worse of a grasp on the situation. He’s just a nice guy. Came to my bookstore once, offered to walk me home, and we became friends. Is it impossible for villains to have friends?”

“Supervillains don’t have friends. Not without an agenda.”

“What about their healer? He’s a friend, isn’t he?”

“He works for them. He doesn’t count.”

“Well, I clearly don’t work for them. So just leave me alone, why don’t you?”

“Okay, I will let you go. If you tell me one thing.”

Oh, here came the stupid request. “Oh? Let me guess? You want me to tell you Siren’s real name.”

“Obviously.”

“Do you really think he’s that stupid? To let a random civilian he met know his name?”

“No. But I know you’re not just a random civilian he met. Because these photos date back years.”

You tensed a bit, trying to hide any clear facial reaction, “And?”

“And, no one who doesn’t work with him would stick around that long, unless there was something keeping them there. So, you obviously know who he is.”

“Oh, obviously?” You tried to will down the blush on your cheeks. “Is it really that obvious? You don’t know anything about me, and you clearly don’t know anything about Siren.”

“So tell me what I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not falling for that, dipshit. If you want information on Siren, you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Yeah, except that can’t be true. I know you have a power you’ve been hiding, and we know that Siren has spent a highly significant amount of time with you, longer than he ever did their healer. And, we have photos of you with him and other Syndicate members at your apartment. So we know you know his identity. But we can figure out other ways to make you talk.”

“Wow, so you’re adding misuse of power against a civilian to your list of crimes? That combined with the kidnapping, not to mention the murder and the numerous times you’ve hurt civilians and destroyed their homes, oh and getting discharged as a Hero?”

That got under his skin, “I have no problem adding torture onto that list.”

“So much for being a hero then.”

His fists curled up, and he slammed it down on the table, “ex-hero, for a reason.” He walked closer, crouching down to be eye-level with you. “So then, you’re really trying to tell me that the numerous dates you’ve gone on with Siren just don’t mean anything?”

“We- They weren’t dates!” Your face flushed dark red, “We’re just friends!” You blatantly tried to ignore the fact that you’d been in love with him for years.

“Your face is telling a different story,” he smirked, “Is he hot under the mask? Or maybe you just like a man with power?”

You moved back from his hand, jaw tensing, as he tried to cup your jaw, “Hm, well, if you aren’t saying anything willingly, I can make you talk.”

He stood again, walking over to the second briefcase, opening it to where you couldn’t see the contents. You didn’t know if you wanted to. “Plus, this is all just a distraction.” He lifted your phone, turning it on, “They’ll be here soon enough. I won’t need you then, I can take down the Syndicate myself.”

A shiver went down your spine, and you prayed that Wilbur hadn’t noticed your absence.

Tubbo was able to find you pretty quickly. Just when he’d thought your phone was too far for a proper ping, he got one with an exact location that he quickly relayed to Siren. Siren was on it almost immediately, but he wasn’t going in alone. He didn’t know who took you, so he was going to be prepared. By enlisting most of the Syndicate to join him. He made it to the location first, but he knew better than to jump in early, especially since he was one of the least physical fighters. He did some surveying, though, spotting a few guards in suits. Suits were the tell of Schlatt, and he mentally cursed the team members for not getting there as fast as he’d wished. He knew Schlatt could be violent, unpredictable, and hot-headed.

The rest of the Syndicate arrived, and Nemesis and Thanatos made quick work of taking down the guards. Which meant it was time to take down Schlatt.

You’d lost track of time. Schlatt had some interesting methods for getting you to talk. Most of them involve hitting you, his ability making it easy to hurt you, if the broken nose and cut lip were anything to go by. But a lot of it was mental. Using taunting words to try and get under your skin.

“It’s going to be so funny when you’re little boyfriend comes here,” he snickered, grabbing your jaw to make you look up at him, “It’ll be even better to make you watch him die.”

He almost seemed drunk the more and more he continued, “Or, maybe, I could hurt him more. Make him watch me kill you slowly. Or,” he chuckled, but the laughter quickly turned maniacal, “I’ll let him kill you. I’ll make him use that shitty fucking voice of his to kill you.”

You snorted, and he raised an eyebrow, “Something about that funny to you?”

You looked up at him, spitting blood out of your mouth, “His voice is real nice, actually. Much better than yours.” You were playing with fire, but you needed to buy time to get him hopefully exhausted enough to give you a chance to escape.

He smacked you, a loud crack reverberating and echoing throughout the warehouse.

“You piece of shit,” he rolled his eyes, moving away from you. He grabbed a water bottle, downing half of it easily. You watched cautiously, becoming all too aware of how thirsty you were.

“What? You want some or something?” He chuckled, walking back over to you, “Be my fucking guest,” he poured the water over your head. You tilted your head back and drank some of it down. Once you’d gotten some of it in your mouth, though, you quickly realized that it was not, in fact, water but instead vodka. You coughed once you realized, spitting out as much as you could.

He laughed as you hissed in pain, the alcohol stinging the wounds he’d left. He went to throw another retort at you, but before he could, the door slammed open.

Just as Schlatt predicted, the entire Syndicate was there. You sat up, watching as Schlatt moved back to his briefcase and pull out a syringe.

“Siren, run!” You yelled, thrashing and trying to draw attention to yourself, “All of you! Run! It’s a trap-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as Schlatt stormed over, grabbing you by the hair. “Oh, Jesus, just shut up with your whining,” he rolled his eyes, hitting your temple harshly, sending the chair to the ground and you with it. The ground rushed up to meet you, and the darkness of unconsciousness was quick to follow.

Siren was pissed. Blade quickly began to advance on Schlatt, but Wilbur was faster. It was stupid, he knew he was being stupid to rush in like this, but he was angry. He watched as Schlatt quickly injected himself with something, some odd shimmering yellow liquid, and in seconds, his body started glowing the same yellow. Power enhancers, Wilbur’s mind supplied. He cursed, hanging back to allow Blade to hit first. Zephyrus flew overhead, getting behind Schlatt to prevent him from running. As much as Wilbur wanted to fight, he needed to make sure you were okay.

He rushed over, grabbing a knife from the table that he prayed hadn’t been used on you. The first thing he did when he approached you was check your pulse, thanking anything that would listen that your pulse was still coming through. He cut the ties easily, then he moved onto the power dampener, trying to pry the thing off. He had no clue where the key for it was, but he didn’t have time to waste looking for it. He started breaking it off when he was tugged back, Schlatt having grabbed the back of his collar. He slammed Siren against the wall, grinning at him.

“For a world-class supervillain, you’d think you’d be smarter,” he chuckled, leaning his knee against Siren’s back and pinning him there. He pushed all of his power into his knee, strengthening and solidifying the metal against Wilbur’s back. “You know how easy it was for me to track them down? You made them an easy target, Siren. You’re the reason they’re here,” he pushed his knee further into his back.

“Let me go,” Siren ordered but to no avail.

Schlatt started laughing louder, “What, you think I’m an idiot? You thought I wouldn’t prepare my mask for you?”

Fuck.

Siren didn’t have to fret much longer, though. Blade came up behind Schlatt, driving a sword through his shoulder. He’d put too much power into his knee, leaving the rest of him vulnerable.

The rest of the takedown was easy. They were planning on taking Schlatt in, hopefully, to use as a bargaining chip against the Hero Committee since he was wanted by them. Once Zephyrus had him subdued, Nemesis and Thanatos grabbed his things and started heading back. Siren lingered with Zephyrus, Jester, Blade, and Ender (who’d only shown up to help take anyone who needed healing to Apollo). Siren walked over, ripping Schlatt’s mask off.

Schlatt was still spilling curses and threats against them, but he’d quieted for a moment as Wilbur pulled his mask off, eyes adjusting to the light. Wilbur threw the mask behind him, and a sinister grin spread over his face.

“We need him alive, Siren,” Blade reminded him.

He groaned, huffing softly, “Fine.” He hummed, tilting his head.

“Claw your left eye out, then knock yourself out.”

Wilbur didn’t stay to watch the aftermath, but he heard the groans and screams of pain from Schlatt as he walked back over to you. Ender was waiting next to you, double-checking for any serious wounds.

Wilbur got the rest of the power dampener off, throwing it to the side. He carefully lifted you, making sure to be mindful of your head.

Ender gave him a concerned look, "It looks bad, but they should be okay."

“No, not should be.” Siren snapped his head towards Ender, shaking his head, “I need them to be okay. Bring us to Apollo.”

Ender nodded, placing a hand on Siren’s shoulder. In seconds, they disappeared in a flurry of purple particles, appearing now in Apollo’s clinic in the Syndicate building.

Tommy was sitting by the desk, playing on his DS. He perked up quickly when he heard Ender teleport in, looking up and seeing Siren cradling you. Siren moved forward, placing you down on the doctor’s mat in the center of the room.

Tommy quickly walked over, “Jesus, man, what the fuck happened?” He placed his hands near your head, warmth emitting over them as he began healing you.

“Schlatt happened. But he won’t be a problem anymore,” Wilbur huffed, tearing off his blindfold and coat, draping them over a chair. He paced around the room as Tommy worked on healing.

“You’re going to burn a hole in the floor,” Tommy huffed.

“I couldn’t care less, Toms. They weren’t supposed to be involved with any of this, I’ve fucked it up again, I-I put them in danger,” Wilbur ran a hand through his hair.

Tommy straightened, pulling his hands away as he finished healing, “Don’t start with your self-deprecating shit, man. They know you’re Siren. They’ve stuck around, and they always knew this could happen. You’re not to blame.”

“But I-”

“You weren’t the one who kidnapped them. It’s not your fault,” Tommy sighed, grabbing a glass of water.

Wilbur nodded, walking up to you, still unconscious, “They- they’ll be fine, right? They’ll be okay?”

Tommy took a sip of his water, nodding, “Yeah. Head injury was the worst of it, but it should be all healed up now. They might be a bit foggy when they wake up, though.”

“When will they wake up?”

Tommy shrugged, “Should be soon. Probably an hour or two. Can’t give you an exact time. You should get them somewhere more comfortable before they’re up, though.”

Wilbur nodded, carefully picking you back up, “Thanks, Tommy.”

“You don’t have to thank me, man, it’s my job.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, “I want to thank you, dickhead. Now, go to sleep, child.”

“I am n-” Wilbur cut off Tommy’s response by closing the door to Tommy’s clinic behind him. He called Techno, and within a few minutes, Wilbur was being driven home with you still resting in his arms.

“They’re going to be fine, you know that.”

“I know they will be, but they never should’ve been there in the first place. They never asked for this.” Wilbur sighed.

“Oh, please.” Techno snorted, “You tried to scare them away way back when. You even used your ability to try and convince them to not want to be around you.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same. They turned down the offer to join the Syndicate, which meant they never should’ve been involved with this stuff.”

“Maybe you should ask again,” Techno shrugged. “Even if they don’t want to fight, we could use someone to help out with questioning people. Their ability would work pretty well for that.”

“Techno, I just said they shouldn’t have been involved with this stuff.” Wilbur sighed.

“All I’m saying is if they do become a member, it would be a lot easier to keep them safe. Less loose ends that we can’t keep our eyes on.”

Wilbur bit his lip, nodding with realization, “True. I- yeah. I’ll ask them.”

“Plus, with how in love with them you are, it won’t be long before something like this happens again.”

“I- What?” Wilbur spluttered, eyes widening, “How-?”

“How do I know that? Wilbur, it’s insanely obvious,” Techno laughed, “I have no clue how they don’t know.”

“They won’t know. And you won’t tell them.” Wilbur hissed out.

“Mmhm, okay, sure. Pretty big wimp move for a supervillain.”

Wilbur groaned but didn’t respond past that.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, Wilbur gently playing with your hair gently. He routinely moved a hand to check your pulse, just as a reminder that you were fine and alive and here with him.

He carried you out of the car once Techno pulled up, heading straight to his room. He laid you down gently, placing your head on his lap.

The world seemed fuzzy when you came to. You were too comfortable to open your eyes at first, shifting slightly and letting out a soft groan. Your joints felt sore and stiff, but your face felt even weirder. Your face felt warm but like all of your muscles were new and had never been used before. You scrunched your nose, slowly opening your eyes and letting them get used to the environment around you.

You recognized the room instantly and relaxed as the memories started flooding back to you. The kidnapping, Schlatt, getting knocked out. You heard humming, looking up to see Wilbur leaning against the wall, humming with his eyes closed. He was fidgeting with his fingers and biting at his lip.

You slowly shifted to look up at him fully, “Hey.” Your voice was groggier than you’d expected.

He looked down quickly, “You’re up,” he smiled, “Hi.”

“Did everything go well? With Schlatt?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “God, you just woke up from getting knocked out and tortured, and the first thing you ask is if the fight went well?” He moved a hand to your hair gently, “Are you okay?”

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged, “I feel fine, just a bit tired, I guess. I feel like I’m supposed to feel worse.”

“Tommy healed you,” he supplied.

You sat up slowly, and he carefully placed a hand on your back, keeping it there until you’d gotten in a better position. “He didn’t have to do that. I would’ve been fine.”

“You would’ve had a concussion and a fracture in your skull.”

“That’s not the worst thing in the world.” You joked and gave him a lopsided grin, and he shook his head, chuckling.

He pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.”

You hugged him back, burying your face against him gently, “I would’ve been fine.”

You were lying. You were not fine, actually. As strong as you acted, you couldn’t deny the slight shake that lay in your hands as you thought about that warehouse and the overwhelming fear the image of that mask in your head put in you.

You could’ve used your ability to make Wilbur believe you. You didn’t honestly have the energy to do so.

“You don’t have to be fine,” he whispered, rubbing your back gently, “I know how terrifying it must’ve been. But it’s okay, you’re safe now.”

Your fists balled up the fabric of his sweater, and the tears started falling soon after. He rubbed your back as you cried, the waves of fear and stress finally coming out. You could only hold it together for so long, and Wilbur would always be there when you finally broke.

By the time you calmed down, you were left with soft gasps of breath and holding Wilbur like a lifeboat. He leaned over to his nightstand, handing you a glass of water. After a moment’s hesitation, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You drank slowly, not wanting to overwhelm yourself. Wilbur’s kiss didn’t exactly help, but physical affection wasn’t something new to either of you.

As if he knew exactly what you were thinking, he wrapped his arms around you gently, leaning his face against your shoulder. You leaned into his touch, letting your eyes close for a moment.

“He was stalking me. Well, he was stalking you, but he had photos from years ago of us. Of Siren walking me home. Of Blade at my apartment. Of Zephyrus in my living room.”

Wilbur tensed, keeping you a bit closer. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered, “I-I never should’ve let you get involved with the Syndicate stuff, I was so stupid to think something like this wouldn’t happen.”

“Wilbur, you never let me get involved. In fact, you were the one pushing me from getting involved. I chose this. I knew something like this could happen, and I chose to stick by you.”

“You’re not a member of the Syndicate, though. I know you can protect yourself, but I don’t want to be the reas-”

“Wilbur.” You hissed out. “If you even for a moment insist again that this is your fault, I will use my ability to make you believe that the best way to sleep is by falling out the window.” He bit his tongue from responding, nodding. “I didn’t turn down the Syndicate offer because I thought it would keep me safe.” You reached for his hand, taking it and squeezing it tightly. You didn’t know if it was your foggy mental state that made the idea of confessing your feelings so appealing or if it was just the residual fear in your system, but you didn’t care regardless.

“Why did you turn it down, then?” Wilbur asked softly.

“I turned down the Syndicate offer because I was worried about working with you.” You sighed, “It’s hard to focus around you, Wilbur.”

“Me? I don’t understand, we’ve been best friends for years, why would..?”

“That’s the problem. It’s hard to focus around you because I am constantly wishing that you would love me back.”

You held your breath once the words left your mouth. Wilbur pulled away from you, and you felt your heart drop.

“Do you mean that?” He asked softly, moving to sit in front of you.

You nodded, unable to respond further in fear of the tears resurfacing.

Wilbur reached a hand out, pausing and hesitating for a moment. He continued though, gently cupping your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened. “Only if you mean it.”

He smiled softly, leaning forward and kissing you hard. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as you kissed him back, putting all the passion behind it that you’d wanted to for years.

When he pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, catching your breath slowly. He smiled, fingers lightly tracing your arms.

“So… about joining the Syndicate then,” you started.

He laughed, pulling away to grin at you, “You don’t have to decide anything tonight. But it would be really nice. You probably wouldn’t be on the front lines, but we’d love to have you. Plus, we’d be able to see each other a lot more.” He grinned.

You smiled, “Well, I’ll give you a formal answer in the morning. But as for an informal one, I’d fucking love it.”

He grinned, holding you close once more. You ran your hands up and down his back gently, and he hissed in pain when you reached the midpoint of his back. You pulled away.

“Will? You alright?”

He gave a thumbs up, and you smirked, “Say it out loud.”

He groaned, “I am alright. I am perfectly fine.” You could feel the pressure of his words in your head, and they almost sounded distorted. A clear lie.

“Let me see your back.” You smiled, and he groaned.

“You know how much I hate that I can’t lie to you?” He huffed, turning and pulling his sweater up.

“I know, I know,” you took a good look at his back, frowning at the dark bruise on his back, “Wilbur, you have a huge bruise. Are your ribs okay? It looks like some might be cracked.”

“They feel fine,” he shrugged. The pressure returned to your head, and this time you could feel a sensation of burning below your hands. A big lie, then.

“...I’m texting Tommy.”

“No, do not!”

You already had your phone out, texting Tommy to ask for him to come as soon as possible, both for Wilbur and so you could thank him for healing you.

“Too late,” you smiled, and Wilbur huffed, pulling his sweater back down.

He wrapped an arm around you again, kissing the top of your head, “You’re lucky I love you, Aletheia.”

“I am,” you smiled softly. There was no pressure or warm sensation. He did love you. He meant it. “Alethia? God of… truth, right?”

He nodded, “It’s Techno’s codename for you. He chose it out months ago.”

You smiled fondly, “Cool. Has a nice ring to it.”

He nodded, “I agree. And for what it’s worth, I’m lucky too.” He smiled, and you gave him a gentle kiss.

“We’re both lucky. Maybe our duo name could be Tyche.”

“Oh, god, I’m going to have to deal with so many more Greek mythology references with you in the Syndicate, aren’t I?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

#mar writes #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #lovejoy #wilbur x reader #medlar :3 #siren wilbur soot #tommyinnits clinic for supervillains #siren x reader #sirenbur #siren wilbur soot x reader #clinic!wilbur #clinic wilbur soot

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modelbus · 2 years

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can i please request a tommy x reader where the reader has a cat, a kid if you will, i just need some tommy interactions with his girlfriend’s cat 😭

I’m actually deathly allergic to cats so I had to ask my friends what cats do… they told me cats are either the devil reincarnated or cute fluffy guys, so let’s assume your cat is a cute fluffy guy.

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader

Cute Cat

Tommy is more of a dog person, but because the cat is important to you, he’ll tolerate it. If your cat is nice, he’ll warm up to it after a few visits, but if your cat is mean he’ll call it Satan and rant about it on stream.

He will refuse to call your cat anything but pussy. It’s gotten so bad that your cat responds to pussy as a name more often than its actual name.

“Here Pussy, Pussy!” Tommy yells.

“You know that’s not-“ you begin but get cut off by a loud meow coming from somewhere. “THE FUCK?!” Your cat doesn’t even respond to its actual name, but it’ll respond to pussy?!

If your cat ever scratches him, accidentally or on purpose, he definitely complains about it on stream like “HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THAT EVIL MOTHERFUCKER DID TO ME?! WIL, WILBUR, IT TRIED TO KILL ME!”

He talks to it like it’s an actual person though, creeping you out sometimes.

“Stop staring at me like that, mate. I think you’ve got a staring problem.” Tommy points at your cat with the TV remote, “close them eyes before they dry out king. I know I’m hot, but you can’t have me. I’m a taken man.”

He's mean to your cat constantly as a defense mechanism because he’s meant to be a dog person. Don't worry though, he secretly loves your cat.

And he keeps trying to show off your cat to streams, constantly badgering you until you just give in.

His Twitter and Instagram are occasionally graced with cat photos, which he also uses as a sub goal.

The first time your cat brought a dead animal to you while he was there was certainly traumatizing for him...

"Hey Puss- what's in your mouth?" Tommy asks, cutting himself off.

"Huh?" You hum, turning to look at your beloved cat. All too used to owning a cat, you immediately recognize the dead animal being deposited on your carpet.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Tommy, don't freak out, okay?"

"IS THAT A FUCKING MOUSE?! IS IT DEAD?! YOUR CAT IS A MURDERER!"

Despite the trauma your cat has put him through, he still loves to play with it. His favorite is definitely one of those dangly feather things because he's amazed at how high your cat can jump.

Although he is very sick and tired of your cat trying to fight his feet and sitting on his shoes.

Tommy convinced you one time to get your cat "high" on catnip, which ended in a very weird Tik Tok.

"No, no, no, trust me. It's just a little catnip. He'll only get a little high."

"A LITTLE HIGH?! YOU WANT TO GET MY CHILD HIGH?!"

After you make a big deal out of it, he buys something for your cat's birthday like a good boyfriend <3

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #mcyt #dsmp #tommyinnit #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit mcyt #tommyinnit imagine #gn!reader

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shubblelive · 1 year

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

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

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

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

word count : 966

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gayritory · 1 year

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

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

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

(No disrespect to em she's amazing)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Absolutely not..

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

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

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

No wonder this zoo was free...

Every date after that turned more and more chaotic.

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

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

You just wanted to have your Wattpad moment...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"DO YOU WANNA MAKE THE BALLS?"

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out you were wrong yet again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

awwww:(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence encouraged you to continue your words;

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

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

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

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

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

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

"TOM? what are you doi-"

"your my personal feet holder"

you missed this side of tom..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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