#and ranboo is laughing at him in the background
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Imagine this with Tommy in the background of a group stream
OMG OMG OMG YES!! This is too good not to write for, but I kept it short and sweet.
Pairing: CC!Tommy x Fem!Reader
Beguiled In The Background
"What are you even looking at?" Tommy asks quietly, staring at you. His thumb rubs idle circles on your shoulder while you two lay there, almost in your own little bubble.
"Just Insta. I've discovered the highland cow tag."
"Cute." He murmurs, but he isn't looking at your phone. He's still looking at you.
You tilt your head downwards to meet his gaze, your hair falling like a curtain around you two. Now you really are in your own bubble, hidden from anyone else.
"You weren't even looking at my phone."
"Nope." His cocky grin paired with the tone of his voice makes you laugh.
Leaning down, you connect your lips in a brief kiss before tucking your hair behind your ears and resuming your Instagram scrolling.
"Hey!" He complains sharply.
"What?"
"Oh, fuck you."
"What?" You repeat, grin growing.
"You know what!"
"Do I?"
"Fuck. You."
"So you don't want another kiss?"
"Now now, let's not jump to things!"
You're moving to kiss him again when your phone buzzes in your hand. Looking up at your phone to see the notification, you open it. He groans, a vibration you can feel due to your position.
"That's just fucking rude."
"I got a notification!" You defend. "It's-"
You cut yourself off when you realize what you're seeing. An Instagram post by a fan account that's tagged both you and Tommy. More importantly than that, it's a photo of you two. No, a screenshot.
"...Us?" You finish.
"Us?" He echoes.
"Yeah, look!"
Moving your phone so he can see, you show him the post. For a second he just stares at it.
"At least it's a cute photo." You laugh, saving it to your camera roll. "And we're trending on Twitter."
Tommy turns his head, looking off to the right. "You fuckers have ruined our moment." He loudly announces.
You laugh, turning to see the stream he just interrupted. Three people meet your gaze, knowing smiles on each of their faces. Well, a knowing smile is on Aimsey's. Ranboo and Billzo's just look evil.
"Maybe don't be cute on our stream next time." Ranboo says.
"Yeah, get over here and actually stream!" Aimsey adds.
"Guys, guys, we have to give the straight couple some respect." Billzo jokes, nudging them all.
"No, this is my stream. I can disrespect them all I want. Get over here." Ranboo responds.
"Fuck off!" Tommy yells, raising his hand to flip them off.
"They are right." You sigh, getting out of bed. "Chat, sorry not sorry."
"Never even got my fucking kiss."
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hii i really liked your ‘accidentally revealing the relationship’ with crew boys and i was wondering if you could do that with tommy and wilbur??? if not, it’s fine so dw!
tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship
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A/N: SEE WHAT I DID WITH WILBURS? OH MY GOD THIS WAS FUN THANK YOU
WILBUR
wilbur’s ‘library girl’ crush was something that spiraled around every one of his streams
he would tell stories about her, and chat would hype him up to ask her out
but after a few weeks past, everyone noticed that wil had stopped talking about her completely
and although they were a few questions asked here and there, people took his silence as a hint that the first date did not go well
something that they didnt know, was that they had started dating! \[^^]>
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“you know they still ask about you sometimes?” wil tells you — thinking his stream was muted
“did you tell them we’re dating?” you ask.
“not yet, but soon i hope” he looks up at you smiling.
when wil returns to his stream, he is absolutely terrified
LIBRARY GIRL??
THEYRE DATING WHAT
OH MY GOD ITS LIBRARY GIRL
“holy shit” his eyes widen, muting his stream (properly this time), looking back up at you
“i was unmuted baby”
I SWEAR HIS LIPS SAID BABY
BABY?? BABY???
WHATTTTT SINCE WHEN
“can i come say hi?” you grin in eagerness.
“sure, cmon come in frame”
you walk over, crouching down to his monitor
“uhh suprise? its library girl, chat” wilbur smiles looking at everyone freaking out
chat loves you — I mean how can they not? wilbur talked about you with so much love :’)
when you leave the room, wilbur brings the mic closer to his face so you dont hear
“i absolutely adore her chat. shes everything.”
TOMMY
“can i kiss you?” those 4 four words were only meant for you — not in the background of ranboo’s stream
ranboo immediately mutes the stream in a panicked rush
IS THAT TOMMYS VOICE
HELLO?? TOMMY?? WTF
THAT WAS 100% TOMMY WHAT
ranboo glances at the chat, his hands going through his hair
“tommy? stream just heard you”
tommy just lets out a breathy laugh in disbelief
“what?”
“what should i do? do you want me to say it wasnt you?”
and tommy turns to you, your heartbeat inceasing every passing second
“do you wanna keep it a secret or tell everyone right now?”
“i dont mind telling people” you say quietly.
“alright, love” he laughs, ruffling your hair :,)
he holds your hand, giving it a tight squeeze while he heads with you to ranboo’s set up
“this was not a bit guys” ranboo says, leaning back in his chair
you give the camera a quick wave, looking at how fast the chat is going
PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY
AWWWWEEEE LOOK AT TOMMYS FACE
IM GONNA SHIT MY PANTS
tommy rests his chin on your head, hugging you from behind.
“chat, this is y/n.”
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MCYT with artist reader and like R makes them art all the time weather it's using them as an art reference and having a bunch of doodles of them, or painting full portraits of them, or like painting pictures of their pets🪩🩷🥹🛸
ooooo I'm an artsy weirdo so here you go!!! thanks for the request ; also this is the day I figure out the ufo emoji existed
MCYT ; artsy reader
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers
warnings ; language
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TOMMYINNIT
bro u got a whole sketchbook dedicated to doodles of him and his character versions in mc smps (dsmp, osmp, etc)
you love painting him in watercolors 🫶🫶
you made him a watercolor portrait thing with the HTBAB logo behind him, freddie & jack
he treasures the art you give him
literally frames it and hangs it on the wall or puts it on the shelves in his office
sometimes he'll take a picture of them and posts them w ur consent to show off your talent
"look what y/n made me 🫶" or "now wtf why can't I have this kind of talent?"
will chill out with you while you're drawing/painting etc
you go over to his parents house ONCE and make a family portrait + the dogs for them
that painting hangs above their fireplace, his parents look at it everyday
he does little drawing competitions with you on stream just to bond with you a bit and make you laugh
like the "we go back to school" video, the paint gets everywhere because of him LMAO
will straight up show off your sketchbooks on stream too
TUBBO
absolutely loves that you draw him
and the fact you have so much q!tubbo and sunny fanart 💔💔
he hangs all the physical art up around his house
you made a little oil pastel portrait of you two with tommy, freddie & molly under you like they were your kids 😭🙏
it hangs in a frame in his background so everyone watching stream can see it
he absolutely loves your character designs and your art style/s
you straight up animated the life by the sea music video as a little present for his birthday
took 5 months but you got it done 💪💪
genuinley rewatches it a million times
he posted it to his YouTube as well to show off your talent
adores watching you draw/paint in silence
and he loves posing for you to help you get a good reference
beware cause he'll start complaining after 30 seconds
RANBOO
absolutely loves showing off your art and praising you for it
you've made them so much genloss fanart
you even made them a few channel banners, especially after the rebrand (and they will never change them ever again omg)
gives you a bunch of ideas for drawing
you love drawing the lanky d!ranboo and gl!ran especially w the mask and wide arrangement of wires and stuff
you made a textured painting of genloss!ranboo and it sits on one of the shelves in his office
he's obsessed with touching it and feeling the paint
its like feeling the hours of work you put into it, something just for them
also loves posing for you
they will get so extravagant and unique with it LMAO
FREDDIE BADLINU
anything you make for him is a treasure
you made a little portrait of him and his closest friends, and it hangs on his bedroom wall where he can see it constantly
shows off your art and totally praises you for it
does silly poses for you to reference
you've made him a couple screensavers and stream starting soon pages
he absolutely loves your color pallettes good god
Freddie in acrylic paint>>>>>
"guys look at what my amazing partner made me today 🫶❤️"
sends you links to Instagram shorts or whatever to little crafts/ideas if you're having artist block
he finds a notebook full of sketches and random blurbs of/about him when you get bored and shit and have nothing better to do
absolutely head over heels because the fact you spend so much time making art of/for him, omg
if you bleach-paint shirts yk damn well he's wearing whatever you made him 24/7
NIKI NIHACHU
absolutely loves your character designs for her characters, they're all so unique and different and she loves it
your designs of osmp!niki are her favorite, considering she's literally a mermaid
the art you make with all her tattoos and piercings>>> omg
either totally adorable or totally badass
"more biker! niki bc she needs to learn how to bike rn... @/nikinihachu"
"amazing as always y/n/n 🫶 maybe I will..."
loves just quietly watching you do your thing
her and watercolor paints will never not be perfect
you make a whole mural for her because you got bored...
it's an abstract kind of goth-ish mermaid kinda thing on one of her office walls, and 'nihachu' spread across it in white, kinda cursive lettering, it's amazing
always making silly little doodles of her too
ALEX QUACKITY
cant even comprehend how talented you are
he always sees you drawing him and painting him and he's like "bro go touch grass u spend too much time thinking about me"
you also made a textured painting for Tiger
it's his prized possession, he loves it to much
almost broke down and cried when you gave it to him
loves looking at all the little doodles, drawings and character designs
his favorites are the ones of him with dynamic arm poses, even if you think they're bad
he thinks it adds a lot more personality and makes him look better LMAO
he loves and appreciates that you spend so much time on something about/for him, and so often as well
he looks so good in gouche paints that's all I'm saying
and in a kinda graffiti style as well omg
FOOLISH GAMERS
absolutely adores all the art you make of him
he'll even pose so you can get references and shit LMAO
him and watercolor paints... lord
AND COLORED PENCILS
any painting you've made for him is hung up on the wall
loves seeing your character designs for his dsmp/qsmp etc characters
he also shows them off online and points out all the cool things you've added and shit
even if it's just simple doodles of him, you'll add a splash of color w a marker or highlighter and he thinks it looks so awesome
you have post it notes all over your wall thatre just doodles of him and shit
you painted his shark logo on a giant canvas for him for a YouTube video
like 59 hours later you completed it and gave it to him as a birthday gift
he doesn't shut up about it after that
literally brags about it like he's a 15yo who just got a girlfriend for the first time before all his other friends
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#tommyinnit x reader#quackity x reader#ranboo x reader#badlinu x reader#tubbo x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#foolish gamers x reader#niki nihachu x reader#nihachu x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#they/them reader
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Ranboo rebrand stream important stuff in one single post!:
if anything i missed pls rb and add on!
chat etiquette! They are going to be more strict with this (but not for new chatters honest mistakes).
Ban 101 -> the number 1 rule:
racism, antisemitism, homophobia, transphobia, discrimination. Instant ban, no excuse. Even bigoted jokes! 0 tolerance! you will be banned from even viewing the streams. This even counts on doing it on other streamer's chats/platforms if found out!
More rules: be funny (please!) and chill and kind and use emotes (including BTTV), dont spam chat (will be fixed/enforced bc of past issues),
other tidbits/news:
the vtuber/stuff will evolve over time, there are different vtuber outfits/costumes planned (ex they have an mcc outfit already!), the room in the background will change, they will be reaching out to ppl for collabs (feel free to recommend people but do not spam their chats!), planning to do more irl streams (will be weird/experimental and they will go wild! They will be making weird stuff!), they also have plans that they are excited to tell and its been a long time coming (this may be the cake video but i couldnt tell in stream), ranboo bakes a cake 2 will be coming TOMORROW on youtube (23 mins and incredible! they laughed at themself), ranboo plans to do experimental stuff on youtube (they have gotten into film lately!), founder's cut of gen 1 of genloss will be coming out 2-3 months ?? date/end of year, the vtuber ranjacket will be a part of the merch drop prototype at vidcon (physical jacket!), will be doing competitive/events with people (like organized little thing) (content/what it is undetermined) and he wants it to be obscure and random, ranboowaslive will start to ramp up a bit (more clips/compilations to come esp if you dont enjoy long vod watching), ranboo will be eating a nintendo DS cartridge live on stream (a joke!), MORE SURPRISES KEPT AS A SECRET + tiny plans in the works, they are moving into the new place/still have boxes to unpack (vtuber lore), he may finish the last of us part 2, subathon (really like back to back fun streams/long streams/playthrough of long games like omori) in january probably, splatoon may return,
What does the new era mean/qna stuff?
talking about old content is fine as long as you recognize that it is the PAST and not the kind of content ranboo makes now. Do not "put them back in the box".
Vtuber: will not be used all the time. They will do facecam streams too. Depends on how he feels.
why the r800: the 8 looks like a b LMAO
this is just the start of rebrand. He will re-establish a lot, things will be easier to find/reorganized, slowly over the weeks things will be changing.
what will happen tothe alt twitter (ranaltboo)?: new pfp, same energy (see below my shitty sc). art creds to mochi!
not only just a rebrand for him and the look of the content. But also it is a rebrand of how they act around and view their own content. they may not be as in the community as he has been (liking fanart/in chat/etc.) out of recommendation from people! If ranboo needs to be aware of something THEY HAVE PEOPLE to make him aware of important issues/emergencies and they will be focusing more on themself and the content overall. they are thankful to be allowed to do this, as they dont want to keep seeing things they dont want to see/have that anxiety. Less scrolling = more content!
They will probably have longer streams again!
will move to more mature jokes/phrases and may have content labels on the streams. Overall, streams will be pg-13 mostly.
TITS stands for twitch integrated throwing system [insert ranboo's giggle here]
All proceeds donated to ranboo's channel only go to charity! Not to them at all! They have a list of charities that he supports and will be changed 1-3 months at a time like usual!
Please make stuff. This is how he gets ppl who edit and the emote makers/artists. Not forced. Just encouraging ppl who make stuff to make stuff and he appreciates it and loves it! Even if it is not about him just make it! AND SUPPORT ARTISTS BOOBERS!
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"I like a man in uniform" HC's Dsmp
I have witnessed so many cosplays of L'manbur and GOOD GOD do some of you look wonderful. My favorite has to be the ones on the railroad tracks. Just the aesthetic is 👏👏👏. But yes I got inspired and this is the result.
Warnings: flirting, very little plot development, and flustered peoples. Very short 🙂
Summary: How some of the DSMP might react to you telling them you like them in uniform.
Contains: Quackity, Wilbur, Schlatt, Dream, and Ranboo (jokingly bc why not?)
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Quackity
(By uniform you meant his suspenders and red ascot/scarf thing. Y'know professional capitalist look ✨)
Honestly Quackity would just minorly panic but quickly throw on the charm
"Eeeeyyy really?! You do? Didn't take you for that kinda chica mamcita!"
Very ego boosting. Definitely a mistake to voice aloud.
Wilbur
(L'manbur in other words)
Finds it very nice and might stutter a little as he tries to avoid the obvious romantic comment
"Oh why thank you. Its ✨hand tailored✨."
Tommy in the background: "yeah his mum made it for him."
"You're wearing the EXACT same uniform!"
A scuffle breaks out between the two and you sit there eating popcorn.
Or
"Y/N I have a child."
Fundy in the background: "I'm twenty Wil-"
"And I love you my little champion ~"
It turns into a corny little minute of Wilbur just coddling Fundy.
OR (for you more romantic folk)
"Really? It's a bitch to get off, perhaps you'd like to help me this evening after dinner?" {insert winky face}
Smooth ass motherfucker right there
Schlatt
You have to grab Schlatt and fix his tie for him before you even say anything.
"Excuse me? What the fuck does that mean?!"
Totally flips out, turns a little red. If he's got a drink in his hand he drops it
Schlatt would grab you by the wrist and demand an explanation to which you'd boop his nose and reveal nothing.
It sets him on edge for the whole rest of the day. Like literally he's checking every reflective surface if his tie and jacket are straight.
Very subtle in the fact he really needed that to come from you of all people.
Dream
Orange jumpsuits really?
"Are you talking about my armor or how I am now?"
If you say his armor-
"Help me out of here and I'll wear it anywhere if you want."
If you say his jumpsuit-
"So you're into bad boys huh? Well lucky for you I'm clearly pretty bad at a lot of things."
Something cheesy that makes you giggle which makes him light up inside.
Ranboo (platonic joke-ish)
Stuttering fumbling mess
Like mans cannot keep themselves together
You start laughing with Tubbo and earn several gifted subs off the bet you wouldn't say it
"Ranboo it was a bet calm down!"
"You're despicable."
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#dream smp headcanons#c!wilbur soot x reader#c!quackity x reader#c!schlatt x reader#c!dream x reader#c!ranboo x reader (platonic)#Headcannons#dsmp#dream smp#quackity#wilbur soot#dream#ranboo#jschlatt
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DEBUT ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
₊˚ʚ summary | after ranboo watches one of your musicals on stream, wilbur becomes fascinated with you. when you're actually performing in front of him, he can't take his eyes off you.
₊˚ʚ genre | pure fluff
₊˚ʚ warnings | swearing, typos
₊˚ʚ pairing | cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress!reader
₊˚ʚ featuring | cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!ranboo
₊˚ʚ pronouns | she/her
₊˚ʚ word count | 0.7k
₊˚ʚ note | this is my first mcyt imagine on tumblr, so please be tender with me lol. the musical they go and watch is called black friday, and it's connected to tgwdlm (the musical that ranboo and tubbo watched on stream a while ago). you don't need to have seen black friday OR the musical VOD to understand it though, don't worry. also the timeline is wrong, since ranboo and toby didn't even know each other when black friday came out but shhh
wilbur pretends to be too cool for the rest of them, literally vibrating from excitement. they're all jumping on the spot slightly, waiting for the doors to open. he acts like tubbo and ranboo dragged him along, but he probably would have gone anyway. just to see you.
when ranboo and tubbo watched your last musical on stream, he'd tuned in. of course he did, he tried to watch as many of his friend's streams as possible, even just as background noise. background noise turned into making the window full screen, turned into watching all your other stuff, turned into subscribing to your twitch.
the doors open and they start ushering people inside letting them take their seats. tommys tugging on his sleeve, dragging him to the front row where their tickets say, sitting right in the aisle seat.
as the musical starts, you and a few of your costars make your say down through the audience to make your entrance and right before you step up onstage, your fingers brush his shoulder. you don't pause your singing though, to give him an in-character wink. tommy jabs him in the wrist as you continue to sing, glancing over your shoulder as you exit discreetly, ready to make your first quick change. some of the cast stays on, singing vibrantly about.... something fucking creepy. he wasn't paying attention, if he was honest. but not for lack of trying, he swears!
the next characters are two he recognises from the last musical, and he cheers along with the audience, not even knowing the two were connected. he's eventually swept up in the show.
he bops his head to the songs - they're catchy as fuck - and when tommy laughs uncomfortably loud at a dick joke, he's not even looking to see if it made you break character. you change the dialogue once, and it's so subtle - such a small change - that no one notices. no one would have if they hadn't seen the show before.
you're supposed to make a fortnite joke, but you know your directors won't care if you change just the one word.
"they're all into minecraft, dude!" you say, eyes flicking ever so slightly to his little group. the crowd laughs, the joke still lands, and tommy lets out an inappropriately loud cheer. wilbur tells him to shut up, but he does so with a smile on his face.
the last song of the show gives him chills, and they're not the only ones who stand up to give their applause. tubbo and ranboo are chattering excitedly ("no, i swear it was her! she had the same jumper and everything!"), while tommy raves about the main character, also coincidentally named tom.
wilbur just nods as they stand out in the foyer of the theatre, waiting for the cast to make their appearances. the other three go up to everyone they can, tommy making an absolute idiot of himself in front of tom's actor, who is 100% into it. he lays back, waiting. you're the last one out, and he practically attacks you. you beam at him.
"wilby!" no one around you hears, and you launch yourself into his arms. he chuckles, eyeing his friends. they haven't noticed. "did you enjoy the show?"
"i did, love," he said earnestly. "you were incredible. except for that bit where you had to kiss that guy. twice. it's like they don't know you have a boyfriend," he teased you, bumping you with his elbow.
"to be fair, i didn't have a boyfriend when they cast me," you pointed out. he smiled at you and leant down to press a kiss to your temple. "can i meet your friends now?" he nods down at you, and you race off, stealing their attention from your costar.
you introduce yourself, and they follow, if not somewhat confused. their faces all brighten simultaneously when you tack on "wil's girlfriend."
tommy fake gags, and he knows what his little brother is thinking, exactly what tommy's thinking. "she's not out of my league, tom," he says.
tommy looks scandalised. "yes she is,"
he looks over at you talking animatedly with tubbo and ranboo. "yes she is," he agrees.
#mcyt#mcyt imagine#mcyt x you#wilbur soot#wilbur soot fic#wilbur x you#mcyt wilbur#wilbur soot headcanons#wilbur soot x you#ranboo#tommy#tommyinnit#tubbo#wilbur soot x fem!reader#mcyt starkid#tgwdlm#black friday#ranboo tgwdlm#tubbo tgwdlm#fluff#wilbur soot fluff#wilbuh ♡#tommy ♡#ranboo ♡#wishing i could write my name on it
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Im joining Fizz's Lee Tommy Week!
It is also my birthday!! Woop woop! And Tommy is my favorite streamer/comfort streamer! So this is my own little birthday treat! /hj /pos I am so excited!!
Thank you Fizz! @fizzthelee for creating this amazing week! go check him out! And give them your support and love! /p /pos /gen He is great!
The people in this: Lee!Tommy, Ler!Ranboo
Tw: nothing! This is very soft!
Each day is a new theme! From August 2nd to the 8th! I hope you all enjoy
-K :]
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Day 1- Sleepy Tickles!
Tubbo went out for the morning so it was just him and Ranboo at Tubbo's place as the sun took its place in the sky and the moon shyed away until the night fall back again.
It was a peaceful morning. The birds were singing their beautiful songs, the sun was just barely hitting the blondes face through the blinds, it was calm.
Ranboo had already been awake, He was doing some Mcc practice on stream about to end it soon when the chat heard Tommy's sleepy voice in the background,
"Ranboo?"
"Good morning Tommy im streaming"
Tommy pulled out his camera and vloged this moment "can they hear me?"
"Yeah"
"Aw! That's even worse, uhhh" Both Tommy and Ranboo started giggling before Tommy explained to the vlog what just happened before turning it off and yawning once more.
"You gonna end soon"
"Mhm!"
"Good, m'going back to bed"
"Sleep well Tommy"
"thank you" and just like that he was fast asleep once more, it didn't last long though, Ranboo saying bye to chat woke him once more.
The minute he heard Ranboo click the end stream button it was time! "Rannnnnn"
"Im coming Tommy geehez" Ranboo climbed onto the pull out bed next to Tommy with a raised eyebrow "You gonna get up soon Tom's?~"
Getting Tommy out of bed was the harder part to the mornings spent with Tommyinnit. Getting him up thats good, but getting him to leave the comfort of his cozy and warm bed now that takes talent!
"Mmm not yet" Tommy smiled softly and sleepily as he flipped softly onto his stomach, face engulfed in his fluffy pillow softly snoring as Ranboo sighed playfully shaking the blonde and getting some giggly responses "nohoho" Ranboo's hands seemed a bit too close to Tommy's sides for his comfort,
"Tommmyyy~ you gonna get up hmmm?~"
"Noho! Not Happening" the blonde's giggles didn't stop he just smirked on the pillow and tried sleeping again
"Oh Tommy, we both know that's not true, I'll get you out of this bed one way or the other, I have my ways~"
"Nuh huhuh!"
"Yeah huh!" Ranboo giggled before lowering his body and voice to whisper in Tommy's ear "You want me to prove it giggles?~"
"SHHH!" Tommy shushed him and scrunched his shoulder up to his ear his giggles more prominent than before
"Alright thats it!" Ranboo giggled before skitering his fingers gently but swiftly up and down the boys ticklish ribs "no one tells Ranboo to shh!" He joked playfully as his tickly fingers traced the outline of every bone
"Tickle Tickle Tommyy~"
"AH-HAhaHAHaha!! Noohohohoho"
"Yehehesss~" Ranboo teased matching his energy before moving his tickly fingers up to scribble all along the sides of his neck causing the boy to scrunch up even more and wiggle around a bit from side to side
"Rahahahanbohooo!"
"Yes Tommy? Thats my name don't wear it out!"
"Yohohohou're so mehehean!"
"Oh~" he paused before dragging a single finger down the length of his spine "you want to see mean?~"
"Nonononono wahait! I didn't- WAIT!"
Ranboo giggled evilly as he darted his hands quickly to Tommy's sides before pausing just inches away from the now visible skin that got exposed from his shirt riding up with the wiggling he was doing earlier
The squeak that left his mouth was all the more satisfying,
"Ranboooo!" Tommy whined as Ranboo bursted out laughing "Nohohot Fahair!" Tommy joined in his laughter as Ranboo got himself together squeezing Tommy's ticklish sides.
"EEP! HEHEY!"
Ranboo couldn't help the flow of giggles that left his mouth as he scribbled all along the length of the sleepy and giggle Tommy's sides,
"Tickletickletickletickle awwww!! Im gonna getcha'! Tickle Tickle Tickleee~ so adorable!"
"IHiIhihi AHaHam! nOt! Ah! ADORAHAHA- RANBOOHOHO!" Tommy flipped himself over in the process to try and weakly push his hands away.
"You gonna get up giggles? Hmmmm?~"
"Neheheve-AHAHAHAHA RAHAHANBOO! NOHOO!"
"Aww what's wrong sleepyhead? Does someone have a ticklish tummy?~ I think he doessss~"
"IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIRR!"
"Hmm I wonder what this button over here does hmmm?" Ranboo thought out loud circling the area as Tommy giggles increased the closer he got to his bellybutton
"Plehehease! Ihihill gehehehet U-HAHAHAP NAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Dawwww!"
"HAHAHA RAHAHANBOO!!"
"Alright Alright! Hehe you're free"
Tommy giggled as he caught his breath; Ranboo rubbed away the remaining phantom tickles smiling down at the giggly blonde that lay next to him.
"You ready?"
"Mhm!" Tommy slowly sat up yawning once more before getting up and out of bed.
"Where's Tubs?"
"Shopping"
"Sounds good"
The two smiled at each other before getting some breakfast, this was a great way to start the day, Thanks Ranboo!
"Race you to the TV!"
"Geez- TOMMY!-"
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This is so exciting! I hope you all enjoyed and have a great day today because you all truly deserve it! Take care of yourselves, drink some water, Eat something yummy! And give yourself a pat on the back! You are doing an amazing job! /p /gen /pos
-K :]
#fizz's lee tommy week!#k writes tk things#lee!tommy#lee!tommyinnit#ler!ranboo#allium duo tickle fic#mcyt tickle
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(This is gonna be a long one so yeah, sorry—)
Aight, it's time for me to take this out or else I'll become a NO THOUGHTS, HEAD EMPTY. Anywho— got a scenario in my head that I laughed for a good solid 30 secs and such but, thinking about that one old(maybe?) clip of a stream where Tubbo and Ranboo are just doing their own respective shit and this is the clip btw; ya just incase if ya don't get what I mean hehe.. ("~ŪvŪ)~`` https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSdPmHmyx/
(It's from Ranboo's perspective btw-)
And I just imagine Reader and Rubedo on this one, just her trying out flirting (didn't just suspiciously get any advice from Tommy or Wilbur oh no no no— _(-_-*)>)
Anyway, imagine this scenario in Mondstadt oh boy CHAT would just be vibing while Reader's trying her best to test her flirting skills/abbilities on Rubedo; keyword, *trying* gosh my man can't catch a break on any SAGAU shit huh
Rubedo: *just noticed reader sipping her tea at Hunter's and whatnot and approached (,,Ô-Ô,,)!*
Rubedo: Hey Y/N,
Y/N: *who noticed, and an evil smug grin grew on her face* Hey, seggsy~~
Rubedo: *who's now an utter stuttering messy bitch* H-how are- How a-are y- How are- H-
Y/N: PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT— *now slowly dying. AGAIN and spitted her tea, what another way to waste some good hot tea ,(Ù-Ú*)
Rubedo: *flushed as a red as a certain red head's hair and now "tUrNInG aWaY" yeah right ya scaredy little shit (ō—ō)* I DoN't wANt tO Be hEre AnYMorE—..
Whilst in the very background:
Chat and the other acolytes (who tried to murder us, ofcourse):
Acolytes: ThAT ShOulD HaVe bEeN mE!! (Well, ya tried to kill her at first glance ya sacks of shits. Go deal w/ it yourselves gosh, annoying little fucks thinking so high and mighty eh?? (*,ÒAÓ),)
Chat: *just fucking vibing their asses off while some becoming a bunch of cawking teasing little shitty gremlins
- Man acolytes, no bitches??
- Maidenlesssssssss~~~
- Now where did I see that from tho-
- L
- Emetional damage, right there.
Y/N: *still amused and laughing her ass off til she pass out from lack of air flows*
Acolytes: *sUlIkiNg SO SadLy* (yeah right cry)
Rubedo: *just wants to crawl into a hole and die-
And that's their kids, is how the creator; their devine grace flirted for the first to their most devoted acolyte. And also remember kids, be BI and do CRIME—
(Thanks for reading this shitty rant of mine, and hope you have a good laugh as much as I did gosh- dont stress urself and have good day/noon/afternoon/night!)
Unfortunately Reader is actually good at flirting HHAHAHAHAHAHA
Quackity commented that the only bold woman in the Dream SMP is Reader he says that she has a huge dom aura around after he saw Sapnap got his ass kicked from reader and also flirt with him to catch the arson off guard-he also wished to be stepped on and flirted by her-Wilbur vouched him even Techno and Tommy agreed that their sister is actually a good filrt ('And better at getting girls then Wilbur' Tommy said before screaming as he saw the brunette running at him).
So Naturally it's quite hard to find reader to flirt sometimes as she can flirt when she's bored or she's just doing it to see the reactions. Considering she's always very calm, kind and chill until you piss her off and she'll go crazy or battle maniac on her enemies.
Childe fell in love with his God ever since he accidentally pissed off his god and wish to be stepped on by her//slapped.
So honestly everyone wouldn't think she could flirt until they saw her being very bold in flirting with one of the characters.
Kaeya is one of the victims and both of been at it to the point chat kept screaming to the whole nation with the word "DEFFO FLERTING!!"
So yeah there is a chance she could flirt with Rubedo in Soft Au or in Imposter AU and Villain Au.
Although she doesn't flirt that much in Imposter AU and Villain Au but she does flirt only in a rare time in that AU. Soft Au she would definitely flirt to catch them off guard 😂😂😂
Anyways Imma stop rambling and get on with what you asked XD
In imposter AU she would flirt with Rubedo onky because she's bored and doesn't care if the acolytes saw it.
And in fact this could happen in Angels share :3 Not in Good Hunter cause ImposterAu/VillainAu SAGAU Reader still holds a grudge on them for killing her in the execution of the totem didn't save her.
Also take note this is a What if and not canon in my story unfortunately 😭😂😂
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"Ah there you are (Y/n)" Rubedo said seeing you sitting down and drinking your tea.
You saw and decided to see his reaction while pretending your taking a sip.
"Hello there sexy~"
Rubedo froze.
Chat is laughing there ass off but you could hear one of the crows already dying from their wheeze when they just saw Kaeya spitting out his wine while Venti accidentally smashed his drink over his face, Eula choked on her beer and Diluc dropped the glass he was cleaning.
Rosaria just snorted as she continued drinking her drink. Not even caring of the chaos.
You one the other hand was waiting for Rubedo to say anything so you could say more of your lines.
Instead you gotten a cute Rubedo who looked very adorable in red seeing his calm composure be ruined
(Note: A bit of Spoiler here about my version of Rubedo here is that this Rubedo hasn't gotten bold or fire back at reader yet since I can imagine reader meeting him or finding him when he didn't know how to flirt properly then in the canon of my story where he can fire back flirts and insults yet)
"How-a-are- H-How are you-…How a-are y-oh my god"
You cackled out as you dropped your tea on accident and started smacking the table seeing the your acolyte just speechless and couldn't reply to you properly as he had never knew you would flirt at him.
Meanwhile the chat…
"HE'S BLUSHING!!"
"LMAOOO L!!"
"RIPPPPP"
"DEFFO FLERTING!"
"DEFFO FLERTING!"
"DEFFO FLERTING!"
"How…unexpected of our creator" Kaeya chuckled darkly with envy as he crushed his wine glasses.
Diluc tried to calm himself down as he almost burned the counter.
Eula looked liked she wanted to summon her claymore for Vengeance.
And Venti?
"IT'S UNFAIR!!" Venti wailed, "HOW COME HE GETS TO SEE A RARE SIGHT OF OUR GOD TO BE FLIRTING!?"
"TAKE THE L BITCH!"
"HAHAHAHHAHAHAH"
"F"
"F"
"F"
"L"
"L"
"L"
"LOSER!"
"KARMA BITCHES!"
The crows in the tavern insulted the vision users who didn't care and continued glaring at the red Rubedo as you kept laughing and wheezing.
"And that right there folks" one of the chat said before pointing both wings at the jealous vision users, "Is Emotional Damage"
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Welp I just wrote this at 12 midnight HAHHAHAHAHAHA
I DON'T EVEN HAVE CLASS IN THE MORNING SO WHOOWHOO HAHAHAHAH
Anyways enjoy this one-shot ;3
#genshin impact self aware#genshin self aware#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin sagau#self aware au#genshin impact#genshin self aware au#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x dream smp crossover#Rubedo#sagau venti#sagau diluc#Venti#Diluc#Kaeya#SAGAU Kaeya#SAGAU Eula#Eula#Sagau Rosaria#Rosaria#genshin crossover#genshin cult au#sagau dsmp reader#sagau impostor au#sagau villain au#sagau x dream smp#sagau x dsmp#jealousy#genshin impact x dsmp
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Dsmp stage play idea: Chat being played by a group of actors; sort of, but not exactly, like a Greek chorus. (Not really to be honest but it’s the best comparison I could come up with)
They’re onstage around Techno the most, lurking in the background, this ever-present whisper in the back of his mind calling for bloodshed and death. Even in the more peaceful scenes, you’ll occasionally hear whispers of ‘kill them’ when someone new comes onstage. During battle, the whispers are near constant (at least when techno’s the centre of attention in the scene) and during moments of heightened emotion, like Tommy’s betrayal, or Ranboo’s death, they get louder and louder. Before Tubbo’s execution, they crescendo to a scream.
During Tommy’s exile, his chat starts to take on the appearance of the rest of the cast, dressing in similar, but duller (to distinguish them from the real thing) versions of each characters clothes. Tommy drops something and a ghostly Technoblade laughs as him. Wilbur, in his dirty brown trench coat, whispers to him that he’ll never amount to anything. A spectre of Dream remains when he’s not there, watching. When Tommy stands atop his tower, the voices are torn. Those in front of him laugh, telling him to go ahead and jump. Those behind plead with him to live. Those dressed as his friends move back and forth, from in front to behind and back again. Tommy responds to the ones in front of him. They’re the only ones he can hear.
Wilbur is the only character who really responds to chat mort of the time. For most characters, their comments, for the most part, go unnoticed and are left without a response. Wilbur smirks at them, like he’s in on something. He speaks to the audience a lot too. After his revival, as he leaves for Utah, he doesn’t respond to them, doesn’t even look at them at all. They tell him to stay, that his story’s not over. He doesn’t listen.
Chat can jump from character to character, a member talking to one character and then another right afterwards. There’s usually a couple onstage, in unassuming outfits or acting as extras. Over time, however, they stop talking to Dream. Just as he abandoned his friendships, the chat abandons him. Just before the curtain falls after the disc finale, we see him sitting, spotlighted on a dark stage, dressed in his prison uniform, completely and utterly alone.
#might add more if I think of anything#I’d love to hear other people’s ideas too#perhaps? 🥺#dream smp play#dream smp#dsmp#wilbur soot#c!dream#c!wilbur#c!tommy#c!wilbur soot#technoblade#c!techno#tommyinnit#subscribe to technoblade
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⋆ 𝐌𝐂𝐂 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
Pairing(s): Tommy x Reader
Pronouns: She/her
About:You and Tommy playing MCC and shouting at each other
Word count: 387
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"Tommy! Stop screaming!" I shouted through the thin wall that was between my twin and I.
"Says you, I think the whole street can hear you" Tommy retaliates. I scoff and look at my monitor again just before I was about to die, and I died by Tommy
"This is why mum doesn't fucking love you!" I yell at him
"Take that bitch" Tommy says.
"Don't make me go next door, Tommy" I threaten. He laughs
I take off my headphones, stand up from my desk chair, open my door and slam open his door. He screams in fright as I tackle him off the chair. You heard collective laughing through Tommy's headphones. You start tickling him instead. You heard a text-to-speech donation come through. You get off Tommy and put on his headphones and read it aloud as I had just missed it
"Are you and Y/n dating"I read aloud, Tommy and I gag in disgust.
"Of course we are, keeping it in the family"I joke, making everyone on the call with Tommy laugh
"I'm joking, Tommy and I are twins, "I tell
"Yeah I'm related to this idiot here," Tommy says
"Hey! I get better grades than you do in college " I expose him. He gasps, I smirk but both laugh. I go back to my setup.
"Sorry chat just had to take care of someone," I say, I look at chat's responses
"No chat, I didn't murder anyone" I sigh. I hear Tommy scream again as it starts again
"Shut up! The whole universe can hear"I exclaim
We start screaming back and forth at each other as we played until my team won
"ha suck it Toms"I yell. Then it hits me
"I won my first MCC," I say, in realization. Tommy came running in and picked me up off my chair and spun me around in excitement
"You did it Y/n!"He exclaims. I sit back down in my chair, Tommy still in the background.
"Chat we did it, Ranboo, Eret, and Wilbur we did it," I say, cheering was heard through the VC
"Great job Y/n, you did well while also screaming at Tommy, a talent" Wilbur laughs.
"You did great, sis," Tommy says
"Thanks, Toms, "I say, he hugs me again as motherinnit stood in the doorway watching the two twins, taking a photo and then leaving.
#Tommyinnit#tommy#tom simons#dsmp x you#dsmpfanfic#dsmp x reader#dsmp#dream smp#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt x you#mcyt x reader#mcyt#tommyinnit fanfic
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Ranboo X Reader : Neighbors
Your next door neighbor was a streamer. It was surprisingly easy to deal with. The two of you lived in a duplex, and he told you when he moved in. He wanted you to be okay with his possibility of yelling and generally being loud. You didn’t mind. You grew up with quite a few siblings, and they were loud.
For the past four months he’d been gone, so you had silence. It was actually quite unnerving. You were used to noise. So when he texted you that he’d be back, you couldn’t help but smile. He also asked for a ride home from the airport, which you gladly supplied.
As soon as you saw your neighbor and his four bags waiting for you, you laughed. “Hello neighbor,” you said, getting out to help him put his bags in your car. “How was the UK?” He smiled. “It was nice. I hung out with friends and had a lot of fun. How was having peace and quiet for once?”
“Terrible. Never go away again.” Ranboo laughed, and you smacked his arm playfully. “I’m serious! It was so bad! I could hear way too much! I’m too used to having you make noise,” you told him. “Well, I guess silence begone, because I’m streaming later.”
“You can’t be serious. Are you not jet lagged?” He shook his head. “I slept on the plane. How have you been?”
The two of you talked the whole way home, and you hung out with him while he set up his computer to stream. It was nice hearing constant noise again. “I’m glad you’re back. I missed you,” you said. “I missed you too. You can join my stream if you like. I’m just gonna unpack and chat,” he offered. “No thanks. I’m tired. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He hugged you, and you let yourself lean into him for a few seconds. You could feel him do the same. For a moment, it was just the two of you there, and it felt like nothing else existed. Just two friends who missed each other finally getting to enjoy the other’s presence. Then you pulled away to leave.
“Night, Y/N. It’s nice to see you again. I should have called more.” You nodded and hugged him again, faster this time. “Goodnight, Ran,” you said, and smiled when he placed a friendly kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
When you left, and we’re comfortable in bed, you listened to your neighbor through the wall. He was telling chat all of what he told you. It was relaxing to finally hear him as background noise while you slept again. You felt yourself drifting off, so you placed your forehead on the wall and let his voice lull you to sleep.
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dance the night away
by ameilaa
First order of business; his interview was with The Angel of Death. Tommy internally passed out right then and there. Twice. Okay, maybe thrice. He thought it was just going to be with a random person from the HR department, but they gave way worse.
“So you’re Thomas Innes, correct?”
“Uh- Yes, Mr. Minecraft-or, uh, Angel of Death, sir.” He stumbled out in a quick mess. A quick hue of magenta started forming on his face. Tommy winced just a little on the outside, but a whole lot on the inside.
The hero just started laughing. A loud, but hearty laugh.
“You can call me Phil, everyone here does anyway mate.” Phil responds with a smile. He straightens up. “So Thomas, tell me about yourself, what’s your background? Or, better yet, tell me about your personality.” Phil asks with a serious face, but kind eyes.
A smile grew on Tommy's lips. "Of course."
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or, Tommy is a dancer who lost a bet to his teammates Tubbo and Ranboo during nationals which led to him taking an internship for the Hero Tower's SBI. But when his home studio gets wrecked after a fight by the infamous group, The Syndicate, Tommy finds a new place to practice and a new family.
Words: 5805, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Aimee | Aimsey (Video Blogging RPF), Cassie Anne | Snifferish, Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Lani Smith | LanuSky, Cara | CaptainPuffy, Dream SMP Ensemble, and others that arent too important!
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & Other(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dance, Competitive Dance - Freeform, Mild Hurt/Comfort, its literally like barely hurt at all, Fluff, Older Siblings Wilbur Soot and Technoblade, Dancer TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Found Family, Hero Sleepy Bois Inc (Video Blogging RPF), Vigilante Sleepy Bois Inc. (Video Blogging RPF), thats gonna be messy af, tommy is just tryin to live it up but everything kinda goes wrong for him
#ao3feed#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#crimeboys#crime boys#crimebois#crime bois#mcyt#This is an automated process#If you see any fic that breaks boundaries#or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask#it will be looked at and removed if need be
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hello there! i've never requested before on tumblr so im going to do this anonymously for now if thats ok :] im also not even sure if ur requests are open right now so ignore this if they arent lmao
but could i request some headcannons about how the crew boys + ranboo would react if the reader accidentally walked in on stream, and ow they would explain to the chat that like "heyy so this is my s/o' and stuff ^^
sorry if that doesnt make any sense i suck at explaining stuff :[
anyways have a wonderful day :
crew boys +ranboo accidentally revealing their relationship
a/n: thank you for the request :) I loved writing it! Im finally getting my motivation back, enjoy <33
[ranboo’s hcs has been slightly altered due to his boundaries!]
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DREAM
considering dream is faceless, you sometimes just walked around in the background while he streamed
but this one time, you didn't know that he was live
so you just casually walked in saying “hey baby do you want anything to eat right now?”
and he turns around wide eyed
when you take a look at his screen, you mouth a panicked “oh shit” to him
he quickly returns to his stream, making a sloppy excuse
“uh guys sorry that was my mom, she uh calls me baby sometimes”
and you just burst out laughing silently which causes him to laugh as well
“okay guys that was a lie it was my partner- wanna come say hi?” he waves you over
you walk over laughing “SHE CALLS ME BABY SOMETIMES?”
“SHUT UP I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING”
it becomes a huge on going joke
SAPNAP
sapnap and george were streaming the irl meetup ylyl stream
and you being a good person decided to get them some water, making sure your face was off frame, only showing your hands
but of course sapnap accidently ruins your plan by plainly going “oh thanks babe”
george who was drinking his water just spits it out laughing
“george just lost a life- OH SHIT”
and you can just hear all kinds of noises from dream in the discord call
the chat goes absolutely crazy
so sapnap just goes “oh well” and brings you down so the chat can see you
you say hi to the stream; the chat loves you
george is just laughing his ass off the whole time repeating “you're such an idiot”
GEORGE
quackity had come over to the uk and was streaming with george upstairs
you realized you left something important in his room so you texted him asking him if he could bring it
but george was too busy playing a video game so quackity saw your texts
he picks up george’s phone, bringing it up to george’s face to get face id !
when he sees your texts, he quickly types a “sure i'll bring it -alex” and sends it to you
when george sees quackity texting someone on his phone he instantly freaks out
“HEY GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK WHO ARE YOU TEXTING? IS IT Y/N?”
and as soon as those words leave his mouth his jaw drops
the chat is screaming asking who you are, and he just blanks for a bit
quackity being a good friend, he goes “oh y/n’s a friend from my school who came to visit for us for a bit”
however, it is later on revealed on george’s twitter that it was in fact not quackity’s friend from school, but george’s partner 🤭
KARL
you know that one stream where he fell asleep and woke up all embrrassed and cute?
so basically he left the door open so you saw him asleep on his chair, not knowing he was in someone’s stream
so you quietly walked over to him and whispered in his ear “karl, wanna go to bed now?”
“mhm..im streaming..” and you look over to the camera, giving a small wave
internally you were freaking out
you give karl a kiss on his forehead and leave the room
and oh my god it gets clipped everywhere
definetely going in a compliation somehwere
QUACKITY
hes doing a late night stream while youre sleeping in the same room
he told you he would be streaming before you fell asleep, but obviously you cant remember everything when youre half asleep
so you sit up on your bed and squint your eyes towards his bright monitor
“alex..? what’re you doing up..” you say not thinking of anything
“im streaming baby go back to sleep” he says calmly
at this point, he couldnt care less
he had just been waiting for a chance to show you off and he took this as the perfect moment
“yeah yeah chat im not single whatever” he says smiling and blushing, putting on a shy act
RANBOO
he’s doing a facecam stream playing a horror game
and they hear him screaming continuously so they go to check on him in case hes hurt or something
they open the door saying “woah you alright?” and he just stares at them
“uh yeah yeah im alright..i uh im streaming by the way”
“oh.” and he starts laughing
“hey! come over here” and they just kinda crouch down next to his chair so they’re in frame
he pats their head (more of a hits) and says “this is my partner chat be nice”
awkward jokes about pushing them over so they fall..haha
#dream smp#mcyt x reader#georgenotfound#dreamwastaken#quackity#karl jacobs#sapnap#crew boys#ranboo#mcyt headcanons
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mcyts with a music artist partner? more specifically a singer/drummer but whatever works best would be neat !!
ooooo I like all these musically inclined readers I'm getting [does the evil villain finger laugh] ; I tried to do 50/50 with both singer and drummer so djsnnsnss ; rlly couldn't think of any new ideas for more people so I'm sorry LMAO
MCYT ; singer/drummer reader
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu & quackity
warnings ; language
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TOMMYINNIT
constantly brags about you being in a band, even though you're the drummer and most drummers are very overlooked
he's your biggest fan, no one will be able to top him
he'll post clips and basically make a scenepack of you doing your thing during gigs to influence people editing you and give you some attention
your band already has a couple thousand fans on top of the monthly listeners and followers, and people were already starting to edit with your music/your performances
he'll constantly post pictures of you behind your drum setup, he thinks its so badass
you guys have that moment where he basically sits on your lap (/ns) and you hold his wrists to show him certain chords and shit
"what's the stuff around your fingers for?"
"prevents strain in my hands and protects jammed knuckles"
"ohhhhhh. keep doing that. it's healthy and badass"
TUBBO
you're the voice he needs to go with his amazing dj bangers or his piano drabbles
if you sing along to a song he'll instantly notice and only tune into you and not the song
constantly promoting you, always playing your music on stream and sending out tweets when you drop a new song
he helps you with new songs and helps with ideas for them
loves taking videos of you at gigs like he's at a concert
he'll never miss a gig for the life of him, if he has to, he'll watch you through a livestream set up on your phone, trusted by a friend
he'll pop it up on screen and be quiet as possible to let the viewers listen to you
music videos? he's on it
he's in nearly every single music video or at least behind the camera
loves making you mv thumbnails as well to match the whole album aesthetic
he's your number one fan and no one can beat him, he can sing along word for word bar for bar, each and every song
RANBOO
totally infatuated with the fact you're a singer
"look at my famous partner guys, go show them some love please, their music is so good"
they will be at every single gig, recording you like it's a concert
plays your music on stream all the time
listens to your music religiously, whether it be traveling or cleaning the house
loves looking at fanart where you're like singing to him in the crowd and he obviously sticks out like a sore thumb
you guys karaoke your music on stream all the time
if you make heavier music/scream a lot in it, he goes silent for you to do all that LMFAO
will break out the GarageBand to make you beats so you can on site make up lyrics like a rapper BAHAHAH
FREDDIE BADLINU
finds it so cool you can play drums
sometimes he'll sit down with you while you're practicing and play guitar behind you while you can't hear
yk like the drumset charlie spring has? you got one of those now, that way you can play without making a ton of noise, especially while he's sleeping or streaming
loves putting stickers on your cymbals and your bass drum
loves taking pictures of you with finger tape on to just stare at later
constantly brags about you being in a band and always listens to your music
even uses your music in videos and stuff
in the desc he'll put a little "my partners band ____ is playing in the background, go check them out!"
thinks you're so badass for playing drums LMAO
he also tries to play them while you guide his hands
cutie patootie
NIKI NIHACHU
thinks you're so fucking cool
will always record you at gigs
and loves putting finger tape on for you
changes her insta bio to "claimed by a bitch who plays drums 🙏🙏" or something like that
you learn how to cover some of her favorite songs and she's literally so excited
your band make pins or lanyards or any sort of merch? it's all sold out now, she's bought it all
will play your music on stream and shout out the name and leave link to the merch store at any given chance
always reposting fanart she sees of you/you two together
especially if it's you on your drums playing for her
ALEX QUACKITY
you're the voice to his guitar because he's too shy to show off his true singing voice
(the I got a feeling that tonight we are getting 2 subs clip)
obsessed with your voice
also records you at gigs
if he's at the barrier you'll constantly wave to him or wink at him, etc etc
all to make him flustered 💪💪💪
will constantly plug your band and always wears your merch
hypes you up if you're having writers block with lyrics or are having one of those days where you feel like you don't sound good
if you're singing along to a song, he'll tune in only to your voice and not the song at all
simp
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A New Era - Ch 3 of 11
Niki, Quackity, Eret, and HBomb rally to help Ponk get away from Sam.
[CW: abuse of power and aftermath of police brutality]
Crossposted to ao3
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 4
Mafia AU masterpost
~ A Collective ~
Quackity is irritable and distracted when Niki calls, but he says he’ll get to the station soon as he can. He’s in the middle of something right now. Niki doesn’t want to know what Quackity might be taking care of at seven in the morning at Schlatt’s place, really she’s surprised he’s there at all. She wants to ask how Tubbo is, but there are more urgent matters to attend to.
Niki hangs up and starts dialing another number. While it rings she waves over Ranboo, who had been drowsily prepping the dough that had risen overnight.
“Huh?” He asks.
“Ranboo, I might need you to watch the shop, not sure yet but I might have to leave,” Niki says.
“What?” Ranboo is more alert now. “Is everything okay?”
“Not sure yet,” Niki shifts restlessly as it rings.
A weary voice answers. “King residence.”
“Hey, H, it’s Niki!”
“Hey, Niki! Uh, everything okay? Bit early for a social call,” HBomb says blearily. Niki can imagine he had a late night out with Eret.
“Actually, H, everything isn’t really okay. I’m fine! But is Eret in?” Niki doesn’t know why she feels so urgent. Ponk had sounded scared. Actually, properly scared, and from what she knows about them, they don’t scare easy.
“Yeah. Uh. She’s somewhere in here. One sec.” There’s a clatter as HBomb sets down the phone.
The following minute or so is agonizing, but finally voices return, a far deeper one picking up this time.
“Niki? Everything alright?”
“I’m not sure. But… I need you to do something for me. Well, not for me, but for a mutual friend.”
Eret sighs, “you know I’ll help you in a heartbeat, but is this not the kind of help that can wait a few hours? I haven’t slept yet and holy fuck am I about to be hung over–”
Niki feels fond annoyance at her friend’s usual exploits. “It’s actually urgent. It’s– It’s Ponk.”
“Ponk?” Eret immediately refocuses. Eret knew that Ponk was friendly with Niki to some extent, but this situation is growing more and more unusual and therefore far more concerning. “Are they okay? Are they at The City?”
“No, they’re– They’re at the police station, Eret,” Niki feels a pang of guilt. This isn’t her story to tell, especially to Ponk’s boss, but Eret is also their friend. She may not involve herself in the city’s underbelly of criminal activity beyond visiting the speakeasy, but she knows better than to trust the institutions of this city as well. She won’t judge them. “They were arrested and I think they might need help. Help from someone a little more prepared to– I mean, I don’t know what I can do, I don’t have anything to back me up, so. Well, I think they might need help from someone like you.”
A pause on the other end of the line, her voice muffled and more distant in the background for a moment, “H, bring the car around. Can you find my cane?” A reply from HBomb Niki can’t quite make out and then Eret returns to the line. “Thank you, Niki. H and I will go get them. Take care of yourself.”
“Of course. Quackity said he would defend them on the legal stuff, I just thought, well.”
Eret replies with a hint of amusement, “money can never hurt, right?”
Niki exhales a laugh. “Yeah, right.”
“I’ll try to call and update you later.”
“Okay. Thank you, Eret.”
The line goes dead and Niki manages a bit of relief.
“What’s going on with Ponk?” Ranboo looks worried.
“Not really sure, but Quackity and Eret are going to help them. Nothing left for us to do but get ready to open,” Niki shakes herself, trying to refocus.
Ranboo poorly buries a smirk. “Should we make Wilbur earn his keep a bit?”
Niki pushes him lightly. “Let him sleep in today. But, yes. After this, he’s officially a City Bakery employee.”
“Yes! He’s doing deliveries,” Ranboo says smugly before putting on his mask to head up front.
“I don’t know if he can even drive!” Niki calls after him.
~
Quackity does not have fucking time to deal with this. He’s got a dead body on a blood soaked mattress and a scared teenaged murderer struggling to get a move on. And apparently, he’s needed at the fucking police station because the universe has decided to make his life as difficult as possible. He’d already called Karl hours ago and told him he wouldn’t be home that night, then he got ahold of Purpled who will gladly take care of a corpse for a couple hundred bucks, but that doesn’t change the messier aspects of this particular murder– the politics.
“Okay, Tubbo. How d’you wanna play this, huh?” Quackity has dragged Tubbo out of the bathroom and sat him down on the edge of his bed. “If you feel like trying the ‘died in his sleep’ route, you can. No one who matters will believe you, of course, but hopefully knowing you killed the bastard means they won’t say shit.”
Tubbo is fiddling with the watch Quackity gave him, staring at the floor.
“Come on, man, I need you to snap out of this– I need to go.”
Tubbo looks up, a flicker of panic showing for a moment. “You said–”
“I know I said I wouldn’t leave, but I’ve got someone to take care of the body on the way and it is urgent,” Quackity sighs.
“What kind of urgent? Is Karl okay?”
Quackity has a moment of fondness that Karl was Tubbo’s first concern. “No, actually. Ponk got arrested. No clue the details, but Niki said Sam arrested them. So. It’s gotta be at least a little fucked, y’know?”
Tubbo gets to his feet, whatever haze he’d been struggling through is lifted immediately. “Are they okay?”
Quackity sighs. “I don’t know. That’s why I gotta go.”
Tubbo nods. It might seem strange, that they both feel such concern for the person who had arguably prolonged Schlatt’s life over the past few years, but Ponk had always been good to them. Maybe giving a raging alcoholic sedatives had risked Schlatt’s life, but it’s not like Tubbo and Quackity were too concerned by it. Ponk showing up in the evenings to give Schlatt medical advice he would most definitely ignore had always been a good thing because they knew Schlatt would be passed out for the rest of the night. Ponk obviously hadn’t done it for Schlatt’s health, they’d done it as a favor to the other people stuck in that house with him. Ponk had always taken the time to ask either of them if they were hurt. Ponk knew what kind of man Schlatt was, and even if Quackity and Tubbo had never had the need to take them up on it or had at least never chosen to, Ponk offering to tend to any injuries without judgement had been a comfort. Ponk in general had been a comfort, their presence easygoing and lighthearted despite everything else that came with this particular patient.
“You should go. The body is handled. Later today I think some of the boys were supposed to come over to talk about the border with the Badlands. I can deal with that and if they ask why it’s me and not Schlatt…” Tubbo reaches almost subconsciously for the holster under his arm. Quackity hands him the gun he had taken from him earlier, now cleaned of blood. Tubbo takes it almost robotically. “I’ll tell them. And if they have a problem with it, I’ll make sure that they don’t,” Tubbo’s voice is no longer small or shaky.
Quackity knows the kid is strong enough for this, but he also knows the types Schlatt has invited to his inner circle. Quackity can almost see it. Tubbo asserts his authority, at least one of them will try to kill him. Tubbo can shoot one of them, but if things start to fall apart, it’ll be hard to control who else gets shot.
“Alright. I don’t think you should go alone. You need someone to back you up, someone tough. So not Ranboo,” Quackity says pointedly. “And the guys you’re gonna be dealing with are too stupid to know they should be scared of Niki.”
“Niki has enough going on and I would never do that to Ranboo, are you kidding?” Tubbo almost laughs. He thinks it over for a moment. “Okay. Jack Manifold.”
Quackity laughs. Tubbo doesn’t. “Wait, you’re serious?”
Tubbo nods, smirking but utterly sure of himself. “Jack Manifold has been working in customer service for however many years it’s been now, with Tommy being a bother for at least half that time. Do you have any idea how close that man is to snapping?”
“Does he know how to use a gun?”
“Yeah. And a bat,” Tubbo says simply.
Quackity tries to read Tubbo’s face for some sign of insincerity. “Fuck it, you’re the boss now, do what you want.”
Tubbo smiles a bit more weakly at that. “Right. I’m the boss.”
Quackity puts a hand on his shoulder, the best he can manage to reassure him. "I will be back as soon as I can, Tubbo. Promise."
“You know you can leave, Quackity,” Tubbo says.
“I know, I know, I’m going–”
“No, I mean. I’d like your help, at least in the beginning, but if you and Karl want to get the fuck out of here, I want that for you,” Tubbo looks too old. Quackity almost can’t believe the kid had just turned eighteen the day prior, but then again, Tubbo has had a weight on his shoulders his whole life.
Quackity hesitates. He doesn’t need Tubbo’s permission and he doesn’t think that’s what Tubbo is offering, he’s letting him go as a friend, not an authority. “We’ll see how your first meeting goes, boss,” Quackity gives him a pat on the back. “I gotta change into something a little less gross, get ready to scare some pigs.”
“Give them hell, Big Q.”
“Always,” Quackity grins. He doesn’t look in the master bedroom as he leaves. When he next returns, Schlatt will be gone and he will pretend that means nothing to him.
~
“Captain?” There is urgent knocking on the door of Sam’s office.
“Yes?” Sam answers irritably. “I hope this is important–”
“I don’t know,” the Officer looks anxious. He’s new, just on desk duty at the moment. “She said– She said you were gonna want to talk to her?”
Sam frowns, following him out.
Sam doesn’t know what he was expecting, he hadn’t listened in on Ponk’s phone call of course, doubting it would be of any use to him, but he had been curious as to who Ponk would call. He certainly hadn’t expected they’d call their boss when arrested. That is the opposite of what most people would do, but Eret King stands in the lobby in irritable glory. She is not dressed for a 7 am run to the police station, instead a deep purple evening gown reaches the floor, wrinkled slightly just as her curls are a bit askew and her lipstick faded, her red tipped cane is unchanged, simple in its design save for an ornate handle, black sunglasses on as always; a bombshell, and an intimidating one at that. She’s clearly come straight from one party or another, but she definitely doesn’t look tired or weak in any way. At her side is a much shorter man– although that’s not hard, she towers over Sam as well, heels or no heels– in a black suit, a chauffeur's hat in his left hand, his right arm offered to Eret should she need it. Sam vaguely remembers him from the work events Ponk had dragged him along to, he works for Eret as well, HBomb if he remembers right.
“It’s Sam, Eret,” HBomb murmurs at his approach.
“Mhm, yes. The Captain,” Eret says scornfully, facing Sam’s general direction, nails glittering under the harsh fluorescents as she drums them on the counter impatiently. “I’m sure you’re a busy man, Captain, so I’ll make this short. I’ve been informed that there’s been a mistake, leading to the arrest of my best curator. I’m here to collect them, because as I’m sure you’ve realized, my staff represent me, and I know your adorable little department would never accuse a King of any sort of criminal activity, or whatever this nonsense is about.”
Sam knows how this is going to go. As Eret said, she is the head of the King family at present and her estate could buy a small country. Maybe the Mayor isn’t entirely in her pocket, but he knows to respect her opinion when it is offered for the sake of his career. She is a threat and definitely knows it from that charming smile.
“Well, you can’t just collect them, Mr. King. They’re in our custody,” Sam says coolly.
Eret leans forward, bending down so they’re eye to eye. She lowers her sunglasses revealing startlingly pale eyes with a smile that almost appears wolfish. “Okay, and how do I get them out of your custody, Captain?” She says, sweet like poison, her voice deep and unwavering.
Sam forces himself not to step back. He doesn’t know how much of him she can see, but either way it feels like Eret looks right through him. “They’ve been formally charged with obstruction of justice. We are well within our rights to hold them.”
“Hm,” Eret pulls back. “Are they a flight risk, Captain?”
“No. I don’t believe so,” Sam says stiffly.
“That’s wonderful news, Captain. That means you’ve set bail, I presume?” Eret says.
“They are still being held for questioning.”
“Do they have a lawyer?”
“I’m not at liberty to say,” Sam says coldly.
“Can I speak with them?”
“Unless you’re their lawyer, no,” Sam snaps back. He has no intention of letting a rich snob try to order him around.
Eret sighs. “It’s a bit early for this, Captain. I’ve had a long night. I’m tired, but if I must,” she steps closer, “I understand this might call for some of my charm, just to encourage you to speed up this process a bit.” She smiles. “Captain, I can and will ruin you. Do you know that?”
“Are you threatening a police officer? Right here, in the middle of the station?” Sam snaps. Sam is used to threats, it’s her calm that unsettles him.
Eret laughs, low and dangerous. “Do you really think a person of my status need messy my hands with something as trivial as threats? No, Captain. Let’s call this a civil courtesy, or even friendly advice, shall we? I could ruin your career with a word. And as I said, accusing one of my people is the same as accusing me and see, we Kings don’t take insults like that lightly.” A pause, waiting for Sam’s defense. He says nothing, jaw tense. “Hm,” she seems amused by his efforts at restraint. “Last night I had drinks with people far more powerful than you. I had drinks with some of the people who employ you, who drag you out of the muck every time one of your trigger happy fools make a mistake. And even then, none of them are as powerful as me,” she inclines her head in almost a bow, like this is a proclamation of humility rather than pride. “I find it… well, rather sweet that you think organized crime is the greatest danger in this city, but you don’t seem to realize how much more you have to lose beyond your life. See, I don’t need to threaten you, to use violence or some irritating illegal exploits. See, I fucking own half this city and you, Captain,” another scathing look over her glasses, something somehow even more vicious there than before. “Are nothing but a dog on a leash.”
Sam feels like he can hear his blood pumping through his ears. She didn’t quite anger him, that would be too simple, but he definitely felt wrong. Sam forces his tone to remain flat and unfeeling, “unless you are their lawyer, you have no right to speak with my suspect. Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. King?”
“Hm,” Eret is still smiling. Sam tries not to let that make him feel uneasy. “May I borrow your phone?”
“There’s a payphone just outside.”
“Thank you, Captain,” Eret turns around, accepting HBomb’s arm and returning to the street.
Sam lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “She’s a lot scarier than I remember,” he mutters.
“Yeah,” the lackey at the desk agrees nervously.
“You didn’t hear that.”
“O-Oh– Yes, Captain.”
~
Eret hasn’t even dialed when HBomb gently taps her arm.
“It’s Quackity. Quackity HQ– He’s walking toward the precinct. He’s probably a pretty good option, and I mean, he’s right here,” HBomb says.
Eret sets down the phone, “which way?”
HBomb turns her in his direction.
“Mr HQ?” Eret calls.
Quackity stops. “You’re… You’re Eret, right? You’re a King, or I guess the King right now. I remember you from… Niki’s place,” Quackity says vaguely. “Look, while I’m sure you’ve got something interesting and ideally profitable to tell me, I’m actually here to help a friend–”
“Ponk, right?”
Quackity stops, caught off guard. “Yeah, yeah it’s Ponk,” he turns to face her, surprised. “They work for you. Are you–” He grows wary. “Why are you here?”
“Niki sent me. I am only here to help them. However I can. I know you’re not cheap, Mr. HQ. Bill my office, okay?” Eret says.
“Nah, I wasn’t gonna charge th–” Quackity quickly stops himself, realizing he had almost thrown away a very rewarding opportunity. “Thank you, Mr. King. I will.”
“The Captain was being rather avoidant, but HBomb and I will hang around. If he posts bail, please tell me. I can take them home…” Eret stops, thinking again of the man she had just spoken to, the last time she had met him, he’d stuck close to Ponk’s side, sounding nervous among rich museum donors, but Ponk had reassured him, calling him handsome and promising they could go home soon. “Or not home, but wherever they want to be.”
Quackity gives her a nod before realizing a verbal reply would probably be more effective. “Uh, will do.”
“Thank you.”
Sam had maybe expected Eret King to return, waving threats of whatever team of lawyers her family had, he had not expected Quackity HQ to enter the precinct with clear antagonistic intent.
“You,” Sam says before he can stop himself. “You?” Quackity HQ had been a goliath haunting the police department. He had gotten Schlatt out of legal consequences more times than Sam can count, not to mention being wholly responsible for what few members of the Badlands that had ever gotten arrested never being tried and is solely responsible for Captain Puffy’s graceful and legal retirement from the police force, expertly ensuring her illegal exploits are politely ignored at the risk of destroying the department’s reputation. Quackity should come with a danger warning to every officer unfortunate enough to be in his presence. There is only one reason for him to be here, however little that computes in Sam’s mind. “You’re Ponk’s lawyer?”
Quackity grins with more than a little delighted malice behind it, gesturing grandly to himself. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes!”
Logically, Sam could guess Ponk had mob affiliations, but Quackity HQ? “You’re… You’re taking on Ponk as a client? Not really your usual work.”
Quackity leans against the counter, hands folded in front of him. “Ponk is a good friend, a good guy.”
“And you would know?” Sam says icily.
“Oh yeah, of course,” Quackity says with mocking earnestness. “You know, Sam. Can I call you Sam?”
“No.”
“Sam, Ponk has told me all about you.”
Sam scowls, bitter anger returning. “Oh yeah? Let me guess. They told you what time I got off work, where I’m stationed, where my staff will be, maybe even when I’ll be out of the office for a break in, huh? Did I get any of that right?” He says dryly.
“Oh no, Sam,” Quackity first feigns hurt, a hand over his heart. Then he smiles with too many teeth and every bone in Sam’s body says run. “Nothing like that. Just how much they love you, how sweet you are with your dog, how they worried about you because you work so much, and they can’t wait to go home and see you,” Quackity gives Sam an unimpressed once over. “And so on.”
Sam is struck by the profound feeling that he’s doomed. Doomed of what he has no clue, but doomed nonetheless.
“So where are they, Captain?”
Sam almost preferred when he mockingly called him Sam. Captain almost feels like Quackity is painting a target on his back.
Ponk looks up sharply when the door opens. Sam enters, followed by Quackity.
“Oh thank fuck,” Ponk’s shoulders sag with relief. “H-Hey, Quackity,” they smile weakly.
Quackity steps around the table, assessing them carefully. “You hurt?” He asks them the same thing he had asked Tubbo the night before, with the same tone of gentle worry. It’s already clear the answer is yes, the question remaining is how bad.
Ponk hesitates, glancing toward Sam before quickly looking away. They nod.
“Were you hurt here? In custody?”
Another nod.
“Okay. Good. I know it doesn’t sound like it, but that’s, generally speaking, good,” Quackity had hoped he’d be able to catch up a bit more from what Ponk knows so he’d know what he was dealing with, but it’s obvious Ponk needs serious help, so he turns back to Sam, worry sharply traded for loathing. “My client is going to be released. Now.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Sam refuses to look at Ponk.
“They need medical attention.”
“We can provide that.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“Because they haven’t asked. How are we supposed to know they need medical help if they never asked?” Sam feigns innocence.
Quackity pauses, glancing back to Ponk for confirmation.
“Didn’t realize I…” they mumble. “He’s the one that did this, so. Thought he knew. And just, I dunno. He was refusing to get me help or something.”
Quackity nods, irritated but understanding. “Okay. So, my client is not a flight risk, so why are they staying in custody?”
“Because we still have reason to question them.”
Quackity smiles, bouncing back on his heels. “Well, then. Let’s get a move on, shall we? I can see you take your questioning very seriously,” thinly veiled rage behind every word. He’s the one that did this. Quackity had already had punishing intentions for Sam– cops are scum by nature, but a cop that arrests their partner, a partner who had been nothing but devoted to him, even if they didn’t always give him the whole truth, that deserves bloody retribution.
Quackity sits beside Ponk. “Are you going to call in a medic or what?” He snaps at Sam. “And if you think for a second I won’t be reporting their injuries–“ Quackity laughs. “Well, Captain or not, you still have a boss, don’t you?”
Sam ignores him, returning to his place across the table. “You do that. Ponk is going to tell me who they’ve been giving information to, and then I will make their medical care my top priority.”
Quackity grows more agitated. He knows he cannot force Sam to release them from questioning, but there are other means of making this easier.
“You cannot withhold medical care from someone in your custody, Captain. And Ponk, as your lawyer I advise you not to answer any of his questions,” it’s redundant, Ponk definitely knows that, it’s just one step in several of making it clear Sam’s interrogation efforts will do nothing but give Quackity more ammo to dismiss the case altogether.
“Yep, got it,” Ponk says wearily.
Quackity stares at the table, black coffee beginning to dry to its surface and definitely having soaked Ponk’s left arm, which is much more swollen than the right.
“What’s this?”
“Spilled coffee,” Sam says simply.
Quackity gives another vicious smile, “Right. Of course.”
He turns back to Ponk, speaking quietly. “Burns?”
“Y-Yeah. It–” they stop with a shaky inhale. “Yeah.”
“Do you think it’s a break?”
“Probably. Hurts like a motherfucker.”
“Okay. Don’t worry, we’ll get you out, no problem,” Quackity puts a gentle hand on their other shoulder. He turns back to Sam. “Captain, Ponk will not be answering anything today. If you want to question them, I would be happy to supervise or negotiate a time for that depending on what you can offer, but if you expect either of our cooperation, you’re going to release Ponk now.”
Sam considers this for a moment, calculating something. “Okay. How about this. I will release them, assuming they can pay bail, if you agree to come in for questioning, Mr. HQ.”
“Me?” Quackity laughs. “Buddy, I’m a defense attorney, not a suspect.”
“Okay, either you and Ponk both stay here until we can have a reasonable discussion, or Ponk leaves, and you and I discuss their charges and… other relevant information,” Sam remains calm and unyielding. Quackity wants to stab a pen into his smug fucking face.
“I’d be happy to,” Quackity sneers.
“Quackity, I mean,” Ponk laughs nervously, gesturing to their hurt arm. They don’t want Quackity alone if Sam and his lackeys are really so quick to violence. “If you’re here with me, I can deal with–“
“You can go to a hospital, Ponk,” Quackity cuts them off. “I’ll be fine. This is literally my job. And trust me, big dogs like this…” Quackity gives Sam a once over, tutting him softly. “Well, they get pretty pathetic when whoever they’re talking to isn’t chained to a fucking table.”
Ponk keeps looking at their broken arm. The pain has made this entire conversation hard to focus on. They’re too tired to argue. “What’s bail set as?”
“$1,400,” Sam says.
Ponk looks up at Sam head on for the first time since he’d returned, cautious. Maybe Ponk could scrape that kind of money together from their joint account, but not from their personal one. One look at Sam’s face and they know he has no intention of letting them touch that money. Unless there’s some legal defense entitling them, Quackity would know better.
“Bail is taken care of,” Quackity says.
“What? Quackity, that’s too–“
“Not by me, you kidding?” Quackity scoffs. “It’s your boss, Eret. She’s been waiting outside.”
“Eret?!“ Ponk sits up, bewildered and a bit nervous, before wincing as their arm protests the movement.
“Don’t worry about it, man. She doesn’t believe this shit for a second. Just wanted to help. I think Niki told her,” Quackity says quickly.
“Oh,” Ponk relaxes a bit.
“Captain?” Quackity gestures to the cuffs.
Ponk can’t help but flinch when Sam grabs their hand, but the relief is immediate. Blood has beaded up where the cuff had dug into their wrists, more starkly on their left, a thin line encircling it and pushing back against where the broken bone had caused swelling. It still hurts to move, even if only to cradle their broken arm close to their chest. Sam goes to steer Ponk out of the room, looking like he’s about to drag them out with a hand on their right arm, but Quackity puts himself between the two of them immediately with a glare, Sam towering over him, but Quackity doesn’t move or let Sam move an inch closer to them. Sam doesn’t acknowledge him, simply leads the way.
“You’re letting them go?” Dream stops Sam with a hand on his arm, Quackity and Ponk continuing forward.
“Can I help you, officer?” Sam says coldly.
“But we have them, if you could’ve just kept that lawyer busy and let me try–”
“Go back to your desk, Now,” Sam snaps almost like an angry parent.
Dream pushes past him without another word. He’s limping, Sam notes. Not just a little, but badly, however hard he seems to be trying to cover it up. Maybe when he’s less miserable he’ll ask if he’s okay.
Sam lets the two of them out into the lobby, going to the front desk and telling him to fine Eret, who has been waiting impatiently in the lobby.
“Hey, Ponk,” HBomb gives them a little wave.
“Hey,” Ponk nods. “Um, Eret, you don’t– I don’t know how to–“
“Don’t worry about it, Ponk. This is nothing to me and I’d much rather make sure you’re okay,” Eret shoves a wad of cash across the counter without another thought. “Actually, H, check my count. I’m not giving these bastards a cent more. You can pocket the rest.”
HBomb counts the bills, taking back a $100 bill before returning it. Maybe Ponk shouldn’t be surprised that Eret had $1,500 cash on her, but they have to admit that much money is a daunting thought. Ponk doesn’t like knowing how much they needed other people to get them out of this.
“How’re you doing, Ponk?” Eret asks.
“Been worse?” They try to keep their tone light, but Ponk is so relieved this is over they could just pass out.
“HBomb?” Eret asks.
“Uh, their arm looks pretty busted up. And a bloody nose. And they look really tired– no offense–“ HBomb adds quickly. “They have a big bruise on their chin too.”
Ponk shifts uncomfortably under the attention. HBomb needs to be Eret’s eyes and Ponk knows that, but it isn’t exactly pleasant to have a catalogue of their visible injuries passed along.
“Take them to a hospital,” Quackity speaks up. “Make sure they take note of their injuries, maybe see if you can get ahold of a camera. We’re gonna need evidence. I’ll handle stuff here.”
“You’ll need to reach them–” Eret turns to HBomb. “Can you give him my card?”
“Uh, yep! Yep, one sec–” HBomb rummages through his pockets before passing a card to Quackity.
“The first number is the museum, the second is my car, and, H–”
“Already got it,” HBomb snatches the card back and grabs a pen from behind the desk, scribbling a third number on the back before returning it.
“And that one is for my home. If that’s alright, Ponk, you can stay at mine. And if Quackity needs to reach you, he can,” Eret says.
“Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”
“You… have a phone in your car?” Quackity stares down at the card with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, yes. It’s come in handy quite a bit,” Eret shrugs offhandedly. “And since we’re going to be running from the hospital to wherever else, that might be the best choice to call. Or Prime Memorial hospital.”
“Prime Memorial– that’s–” Ponk winces.
“A very nice hospital, yes. Which I will gladly take care of whatever insurance doesn’t cover,” Eret says firmly.
“Eret, I don’t need your charity,” Ponk doesn’t mean to sound ungrateful, but it’s been hard enough feeling like they’ve spent the past hours waiting to be rescued.
“It’s not charity. You’ve been a good employee and a good friend. Of course, if you’re not comfortable with it, that’s okay,” Eret is unwavering.
“Just let her do it, Ponk. She might as well be paying for a cab it’s so little to her. No offense,” Quackity says, Eret unbothered. “I’ll do what I can here, but I’ll definitely have to call you later so I can get the details from your end of things.”
Ponk doesn’t have the energy left to argue. If their bone had broken through the skin they would’ve bled out by now, but the pain alone is making it harder and harder to stay standing, and they have no idea how severe the burns actually are. They nod.
"Ponk, before you go, can I speak with you alone for a minute?" Quackity follows them to the entryway where there's enough background noise to cover their conversation. "Is there anything I need to know?"
Ponk glances furtively back at the front desk where Eret seems to be doing her best to make Sam uncomfortable.
"I– S-So," Ponk takes a deep breath. Fuck– Everything hurts, but they know why they need to do this now. "Sam saw me coming back to the apartment late with his keys, so including his work keys. A-And lately a lot of police information has seemingly been getting out, shit like the mob always avoiding their patrols and things. And he seems to think... he seems to think I did that," Ponk says very carefully and very deliberately.
Quackity nods, understanding immediately that Ponk very much was the one sharing that information. "Okay, okay got it. But all he's got is you with some fucking keys?"
"Yeah? As far as I know."
”Good. He doesn’t have jack shit.”
"I-If he offers a deal or something, I can't give him what he wants. I can't tell him who I was giving that information to– it'll– it'll make all of this pointless I can't do that–" Ponk sounds utterly frantic.
"Hey, it's okay, man. I am going to get you out of this. No deals, no nothing, okay? This piece of shit won't even get you in a court room," Quackity is utterly vindictive.
"How the hell will you–"
"Ponk, I am a very good lawyer," Quackity grins, dangerous enough that Ponk believes him.
"Okay. Okay, thank you, Quackity, really," Ponk turns back toward the desk, HBomb seeing them and tugging on Eret's sleeve to let her know.
“Come on then, Ponk. We’ll make them pay for this, okay? Wrongfully arresting a member of my staff– they’ll regret it,” Eret offers Ponk her arm. “Would you mind?” She did not need help leaving the station, and if she did that was part of HBomb’s job at present, her offer was for Ponk’s sake.
“Yeah, sure,” Ponk takes her arm with their right. She gives their hand a gentle squeeze and Ponk lets her support them, if only until they get to the car. Ponk is almost out the door before they think to look back. Sam isn’t looking at them, instead looking at Quackity, and whatever he seems to be saying in their defense. At the last second Sam looks up and stares back. For a moment Sam shows something human, Sam does not look guilty, but he does look hurt. Ponk tries to find the hatred Sam must surely deserve, but they can’t.
Their entire reality has shifted from even twelve hours ago.
#I have been so excited for this one#my writing#mafia au#quackity and eret are sooo fine in this one#as always feedback is cherished <3
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Title: When being too respectful to the undead leads to a medium's 1st resurrection
Summary: He must have thought he was stepping into a fun night in the dark, with infrequent, delusional communication on Ranboo’s end that could be explained away as a natural phenomenon or a prank.
Ranboo knows, if the board had spelled out any other name, Tommy would have laughed it off.
If it spelled “Tubbo,” they would laugh about him being stuck at home, writing an essay illuminated by a harsh desk lamp. Nowhere near this room unless he hid in Ranboo’s bulky backpack or the pockets of Tommy’s oversized trench coat.
If it spelled something random like “George Washington,” Tommy would have scoffed and whined about it not being ‘Gogy’ instead. Raving over how much he would love to have a late-night chat with him even if it was through a stupid Ouija board.
But the board spelled “Wil,” and Tommy took that as a cruelly placed joke or an active attack on what little personal information he shared when confiding in a new friend. And if Ranboo's bound to be seen as a fraud and a prankster in his discipline, then it will be on his own terms.
My random ramblings as the author:
On many occasions, I will binge watch Buzzfeed's Unsolved Supernatural series on YouTube. That's the 2 guys ghost hunting on YouTube where one is a believer and the other is a skeptic (that's as much if a summary I can give if you've never watched their stuff or the Watcher's Ghost Files. I just got to have something that I half-listen to in the background so I'll rewatch it.
As I was tuning in and out of the show, I ended up thinking of a funny dsmp au? I don't think I can highlight how much I didn't expect to think of this idea. Ever. I still can hardly believe that I'm writing a sequel, even though it's in my drafts.
You can likely see the link between "ghost seeing c!Ranboo fanfic where he hides the fact that he can see Ghostbur from c!Tommy" and "ghosthunter youtube series." So I don't see much to explain there.
But my friend likes to point out how much of a loser that I wrote C!Ranboo as? He has three friends in this one and two of them are new. It mainly stemmed from the idea/headcanon(?)of his character as a "people-pleaser" and finding it difficult to deny people asking for help. When these people are dead spirits who notice that c!Ranboo can see and help them, they're VERY desperate.
He's helping out all these spirits by helping them rest, but helping them means they leave him (he's basically helping c!Mumza/Goddess of Death without her knowing). He's left with a small number of people and little time/skill to make friends with living people.
I also really like c!Ranboo's disconnect from sbi. I got to ignore the feels and reflection about Ghostbur by hiding in c!Ranboo POV. But now I gotta go write the sequel... a c!Tommy POV that you know is gonna have some angsty, complicated feelings towards whatever happened to c!Wilbur for them to have Ghostbur.
#dsmp#dsmp fanfic#dream smp#Ranboo#TommyInnit#Tubbo#benchtrio#mcyt#sbi#Wilbur Soot#Ghostbur#Revivebur#sbi is mainly in the sequel though#dreamsmp
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