#cc!tommyinnit x you

[lillylvjy]

Only you.

a/n// well hello! long time since I’ve written and I kinda just mustered this up last night and called it a day. I hope you enjoy it even if it might be a bit shit. Also yes this is part of my Dr collective fics!

warnings// kissing, reader falls and hits their head, mentions of Tommy overworking himself, Tom and reader being children, pretty much pure fluff. If I missed anything please tell me.

cc!tommy x reader

wc: 1.2k

“You chose the wrong person to fuck with, love.” Tom said as he spun the saber in his hand.

Tom had been super busy lately. Not getting enough sleep, barely eating anything unless he had too, and always staring at his phone or computer screen, aggressively typing. He was streaming when he could, not taking breaks when he needed them, wanting to give his fans content. And you loved how much he loved all of them and how much he cared about his career, but you also cared about your boyfriend and his well-being. So when you finally got the chance to steal him away and convince him to take a break, you had came up with the best idea.

You had challenged the great Tommyinnit, or your boyfriend, to a lightsaber fight. He always spoke so highly of himself and his ability to beat anyone in a fight if he had too, which you and all of your friends knew was bullshit. But you wanted to challenge him into a different fight. One you knew he’d absolutely have a blast having with you.

“Oh did I now? What if I end up beating you, darling?” You asked Tom with a smirk as you start to circle around the living room, had moved everything out of the way for this specific event.

Tom scoffed as he started to move with you, bringing the lightsaber to a halt in his hands as he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart. I can assure you you won’t.” Tom raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled.

“We’ll see pretty boy. You don’t know the tricks I have up my sleeve.” You halted in place as you turned the lightsaber in your hand on, the toy making a loud striking sound as it slowly turned green.

Tom quickly turned his on, it making the same noise but turning blue. “Oh you’re on!” Tom challenged as he got in a stance, placing his saber out in front of him.

You quickly shortened the distance between the two of you as you swung the lightsaber to your left, quickly trying to hit toms exposed side but was quickly denied by his saber clashing into yours.

“You think you’re slick, huh?!” Tom exclaimed as pushed your saber back and quickly pushed his towards your side, barely skimming your stomach as your turned away from it.

“Actually-“ you smirked up at him as you leaned in closer to him, face close enough to feel his breathe against your cheek as you whispered in his ear. “I don’t think I’m slick. I just think I’m a good distraction.” You smiled up at him as he quickly scrambled back away from you, shaking his head.

“No, no. No, that won’t work on me.” Tom said with a determined voice, almost like he was talking to himself.

“Looks like it almost did.” You said, pointing out the blush that took over his face, laughing at how he quickly tried to change the subject by swinging the lightsaber around once again.

“Oh you’ll pay for this!”

“Will I now?!” You said with a playful smile as Tom quickly swung the saber to his right and clashed with yours. As Tom continued to strike anytime he could, you quickly realized how off balance you were from the continuous strikes. Once Tom let a blow to your left side, nearly getting you, you tripped over your feet and onto the floor, quickly laughing at the sudden events.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?! What hurts? Do I need to call an ambulance? Can you see me? Love I need you to an-“

“Tom! Tom. As much as I love to hear you talk, you need to calm down and talk slowly.” You cupped his cheek as you looked at his beautiful blue eyes.

Laughing lightly, he nodded and took a deep breathe, trying to calm down from the fight and from the heart attack he nearly had when you fell. “Are you ok? Anything hurt at all?”

Shaking your head lightly, you winced as you started to feel a slight throb in your head as you slowly sat up, Tom grabbing your waist quickly to help you. “Yeah I’m good besides hitting my head to hard on the ground. I’m like you now!”

“Oh fuck off!” Tom laughed out as he slowly helped you up to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. “May I add I haven’t gotten a concussion in a long time, one. Two, I didn’t look as graceful as you did when you fell.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and slap his chest. “I’m just too cool to look bad, Simons.” You smiled up at him as you leaned closer, touching the tip of his nose with yours.

“Eh, are you though?” Tom joked back as he connected his forehead with yours.

“Shut up and kiss me, yeah?” You told Tom as he quickly nodded and gently pressed his lips against yours, softly pressing closer to you as he placed his hands to cup your face. Placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed his sweater and leaned up into the kiss and deepened it.

“What the hell did we just watch?!” You and Tom both jumped away from each other as you snapped your bodies towards the mystery voice.

“Seriously Wil?! You had to ruin the moment?” You looked behind the tall man to see your brother, Aiden, standing beside him, hitting his shoulder, giving him a unsatisfied look.

“How the hell did you two get in here? Also when did you get in here?!” You questioned the couple across the room as Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck out of embarrassment, making a small groaning noise as Wilbur continued.

“You do remember that Aiden used to live here too?”

“Technically I still do but-“

“We also got here right when you guys started your little sword fight thingy-“

“Lightsaber!” You and Tom both yelled at Wil for disrespecting the name of the light up kid toys you were using earlier.

“Yeah Wil, lightsabers.” Aiden mocked as he started walking to his room as Wil followed him like a lost puppy, groaning about how it was “technically the same thing sense they weren’t real.”

As you sighed, you turned your body back to Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom pulled you closer to him as he peppered soft kisses on your neck.

“So? Who won?” You asked the blonde in curiosity while thinking back to where you left off.

“…… I don’t think anyone did.” Tom said as he leaned back up from your neck to his full height.

With a smirk on your face, you went over to one of the sabers lying on the floor. As you picked it up, you turned the toy on, smirking as it turned blue this time.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, toms?” You asked your boyfriend as your turned around, spinning the lightsaber around in your hand.

“I think I am. Round 2? First one down is the loser?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“You’re going down, sweetheart.”

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

taglist: @mysticalsoot @canonically-a-genloser (if I forgot anyone/if you want to be added, feel to message me or send an ask!)

#lilly writes #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommy x reader #tom simons #cc!tommy #tommy x you #there’s like no tags for Tom wtf-

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 1) | Wilbur Soot

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

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

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

Warning(s): None.

Italics: tweets or text messages

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

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

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

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

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

He did. See for yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

#simp #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!wilbur #cc!tommy

[sapphyrebur]

can i ask you a question..?

wilbur soot x reader

have you ever had someone kiss you in a crowded room?

Nights like these had become a common occurrence within your friend group. Both James and Lovejoy had been reaching incredible amounts of success and with their achievements came the inevitable celebrations. 

It was fun, it really was, and you were so incredibly proud of the boys for coming this far but sometimes your friends could be a little too much for you.

 James had agreed to host the party at his flat this time (a decision he would undoubtedly regret in the morning ) and the guests had wasted no time in making themselves comfortable. The living room furniture had been pushed aside to resemble somewhat of a dance floor and a deafening range of music echoed through the room. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice the lack of aesthetic to the evening.

Amidst the crowd you could see Tommy throwing himself around to the music, he was a very energetic drunk which is scary considering how hyperactive he can be when sober. Niki stood next to him amusedly, attempting to keep up with his dancing through her laughter.

Slipping away from the crowd, you backed yourself into the corner of the room, letting a smile grace your lips as you watched your friends enjoy their time together. You often found yourself doing this during parties, when everything got too overwhelming you would slip away from it all, content to just watch the happiness that your friends had created for each other. And everytime, just like clockwork, you would be found by a certain tall singer.

“God, who thought it was a good idea to give that child alcohol?” he joked as he situated himself next to you.

“Leave him, he’s having fun!” you chuckled back, the both of you watching as Tom spun himself around, a bright smile present on his face.

“Yeah you're right,” he smiled fondly. “ the question is, why aren't you having fun?” he asked, turning so he was facing you. You mirrored his actions before replying:

“I am, I'm having fun! I just, it’s all a bit..”

“Too much?” he finished. 

“Yeah ” You whispered softly. You felt bad admitting it to him, you were to celebrate his band after all. 

Wilbur had once admitted to you that he felt undeserving of everything he had gained, that he felt as if he had to constantly be improving and one upping himself to prove that he deserved it all, to prove that he belonged. He’s a stubborn man and despite all your efforts to refute these feelings you knew they stayed buried in the back of his mind.

The silence remained peacefully between the two of you, eyes wandering across the apartment as bodies stayed facing each other.

Unbeknownst to you, brown eyes were trained onto your profile, delicately admiring its features. 

“You look really pretty, I've been meaning to tell you that for a while.” Wilbur admitted through a whisper.

“Mmmh, I think youre drunk Will.” you hummed, refusing to meet his eyes. Clearly that wasn't a good move as he tugged on your hand, urging you to look at him. 

“Hey, look at me,” he breathed out, pulling you closer “I’m definitely not drunk, I haven't had anything all night. I promise.”  The reassurance painted a deep crimson across your face.

“You meant it?” You questioned unsurely. Large calloused hands worked their way over your own, gliding lightly across your arms and up to your face, capturing both sides in between his palms.

“I meant it, you're beautiful.” he smiled tenderly, watching as you returned the action. The flush on your cheeks darkened and you ducked your head, trying to tame the flutter in your stomach. Wilbur laughed softly from above you as he moved a hand under your chin directing your vision back to him 

“Come on, don't go all shy on me now!” he taunted.

“Literally shut up, Wilbur” you laughed, pushing lightly on his chest.

“Yeah? Make me” He challenged, and you accepted. 

Hands grasped tightly on the collar of a silk white shirt, tugging lightly as scarlet lips met each other. 

As soon as it started, it was over. You swiftly pulled away, immediately regretting your actions. You looked up at Wilbur with wide eyes, terrified that you had accidentally crossed a line.

“Will, I’m so sorry, I should have asked, I-” Your profuse apology was cut short as warm lips crashed onto yours, familiar hands cupping your face. This time both of you allowed yourself to indulge into the affection, your hands trailing through unruly curls as one of Wilburs drifted down to your waist, holding you close. Falling into blissful ignorance, you both melted deeper into the kiss.

Unfortunately, your friends were not as ignorant to their surroundings.

“Oi! Get a fucking room mate!” Mark shouted as he walked over to the two of you, Ash trailing behind him. You hurriedly pulled away from the taller man, hiding your embarrassment of being caught by tucking your face into Wilbur’s neck.

“Seriously guys you're gonna act like this in front of us? Have some shame.” Ash exclaimed, the wide smile on his face showing that he wasn't being serious. This only heightened your humiliation, causing you to let out a muffled groan into Wilbur’s chest to which he promptly tightened his hold on you.

“Hey, we were minding our own business! No one said you guys had to get involved.” Wilbur quipped back to his friends. Mark looked at him incredulously before responding, 

“It was kind of hard to ignore mate, you weren't exactly being subtle.” 

“Yeah and who would wanna miss out on Wilbur finally being kissed by a woman? That kind of thing only happens once!” Tommy very kindly added as he approached the group

“What the hell man?” Everyone laughed at Wilbur's (slightly) feigned offence.

“If you're just gonna make fun of us please tell me so I can leave, this is humiliating.” you spoke up, eyes narrowed at the boys.

“Alright, fine,I'll back off.” Mark joked,putting his hands up in surrender

“No but honestly, we’re happy for you guys, this has been a long time coming,”  Ash admitted. The rest of the group happily agreed, all admitting that they had seen the chemistry between the two of you for a while and were waiting for you to act on it.

Sometime during the conversation James had made his way into the apartment, returning from a run to the shop to buy more drinks for his guests. He searched the room in hopes of finding one of his friends and promptly found the group of you huddled into the corner of the room. However, before he could begin to make his way over to you Tommy shot up.

 “James! Hey James! Guess what happened!” the blonde bounced up and down excitedly.

“I swear this kid is gonna be the death of me.” Wilbur groaned as he laid his chin atop of your head.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

—business man

SUMMARY | tip number one to survive new york: If you see a blonde british boy running up and offering you pond water, run.

PAIRING | tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | none

WORD COUNT | 1.5k+

AUTHORS NOTES | i've gotten back into the swing of things haven't i

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New York was many things. Dirty. Expensive looking while managing to be cheap in quality. Crowded. A tourist trap. But most of all, it was captivating.

Try as you may, the beauty of the heavily graffitied alleyways and skateparks was not lost on you. Each act of vandalism, each scuff left behind from a sneaker as someone lost their footing on a halfpipe, told a story. Perhaps it wasn't the content of these stories that held your interest in an iron clad grip, but rather the fact that they weren't yours. And you had always had a knack for poking your curiosity where it didnt belong.

Perhaps that's why you didn't do the sensible thing that afternoon and turn to walk away as a yelling British teenager approached you with a bottle of water.

All you had really wanted was to take a quick walk down to your favorite corner store to stock up on the basics for your tiny apartment that cost an arm and leg to live in. Maybe pick up a cookie or something from the bakery near it on the way back.

You figured it wouldn't take long, considering you knew a short cut. Straight through a little plaza located right next to a far more popular park. It was no diamond in the rough so to speak. There were probably dozens like that one sprinkled all around the city, but it offered some relief for your aching feet. If you cut through there and past a little path hidden among some bushes in the corner of it, you'd shave roughly ten minutes off your walk. It was either you took that or you would have to start investing in better shoe support.

"Hey! Hello there!"

Sounds of surrounding foot traffic blended from person to person. No one conversation stuck long enough for you to make out what was being said, but it was fun to try and imagine. Occasionally an odd quote in passing would elicit a harsh laugh from you before it was disguised as a poor cough.

"Hulloooo. Over here!"

Was someone trying to talk to you?

Your brows furrowed, picking up the sound of someone's voice for the second time that past minute, seemingly directed right at you. Your neck swiveled around a quick ninety degrees, hoping to all hell this wasn't some weird catcalling ploy. But all thoughts of anything like that vanished as soon as you found the grinning source of your confusion.

He had the wildest blond hair you had ever seen. It curled into ringlets in some places and clung to other parts of his head messily. Like he had slept wrong on a long car trip across the country.

His hoodie, as red as a crayon straight out of the box, was marked with small print you couldn't make out. It was only until he had begun to get closer—two more people in tow—did you realize you had been stood staring at his hoodie for longer than intended.

"Excuuuuse me!" There was no mistake now that you were the target of this person's interest. That was clear enough in the way he sprinted over, shoes slapping noisily across concrete, just to reach your side.

It wasn't uncommon to be flagged down with strangers holding stuff on the bustling streets of the big apple. Some were nicer than others, simply offering a look at their product before moving on when they got no response. Others took to sneakier and more forceful methods. They were one of the many reasons you had taken to donning a resting bitch face.

"Why hello there! Don't you look parched?" His smile was too wide, too genuine, to be true. Eyes crinkling at the edges with a hint of humor you had the feeling you wouldn't, or rather couldn't, understand even if you tried.

Instincts told you to wave him off and keep going on your merry way ignoring the pain in your feet. But you took one more look at him with his loud accent and crooked smile and decided not to.

"Not really." Your shoulders moved in an up and down motion, shrugging off whatever sales pitch he had set up. "Was about to hop on over to the store. Gonna get a drink there anyways." A lie. But like I said before, you had a habit of becoming to invested in situations like these. And maybe you wanted to see how he responded to your bluff. Just a little.

"Well fair pedestrian—" Wow he really was loud. Energetic too from the looks of it. "—what if I told you I could offer something far better than any bland soda you Americans drink? Hmm?"

"Oh really?" You flicked your gaze to the plastic bottle crinkling in his hand, noting the way it seemed to swirl around with bits of silt and salt in it. "Just looks like pond water to me."

"Ah! A smart customer. Got a melon on their head aye?" He turned to look at his companions now. More specifically at the one holding a camera, a detail you hadn't noticed until now. Not that it bothered you. People always had cameras out nowadays. especially in a city as famous as this.

"So it's just pond water. I'm assuming from that fountain over there?"

"Right on! Big Drink, the water of the future."

Okay maybe you were having a bit too much fun humoring this kid.

"Alright mister businessman." He puffed his chest out at your title, and while you couldn't tell if it was for the presence of a camera or simply because it filled him with a sense of pride, it brought a smile to your face nonetheless. "Say I do decide to take a shot in the dark at your new product. What's in it for me? And more importantly, will my wallet be hurting after our exchange of goods and or services." You winced at that last bit, making a clicking sound with your tounge. "Maybe I can rephrase that better next time."

But the lanky figure next to you didn't seem to mind, letting out a laugh that could only be described as boisterous before straightening back up.

"Well, you'd be the first to invest in this promising product, only at the cost of one hundred dollas! But for you I'll add on a discount of ninety nine percent." His accent thickened a considerable amount on the last bit, presumably with excitement.

"Very generous of you mister businessman."

"Thats mister businessman Tommy to you."

Alright. So you were now standing here, fishing for your wallet in front of three strangers, one of which you were now on a first name basis with. Now that could either be the set up for a very bad stand-up comedy joke, or something to be concerned about. But for some reason, it was the most fun you had had in ages.

"I'll be expecting my share of the cut in the mail when you rag tag lot make it big. Make it out to one (Y/n) the fabulous. I prefer hard cold cash, preferably delivered in an envelope" Your laugh was full of childlike enjoyment as you handed Tommy a crumpled five-dollar bill in exchange for the water bottle. Only after he paused to scribble something on the lable—a detail that you missed.

However, what you didn't miss was the way his smile faltered a little, clearly not expecting the surplus of money even if so miniscule. But you got the feeling he wasn't upset. Just surprised someone would do that in the first place. And honestly, so were you—although not regretful. Still. Bye bye cookie you had been looking forward to. Hello pond water that smelled faintly of piss.

"Consider the other four dollars money for the postage when I get my share of the cut."

Tommy shoved the bill in his pocket. He looked at you with a different flash of something in his baby blues now. A more friendly look—if that was even possible. He was probably the most friendly person you had met, especially on the streets.

"Trust me, you'll get it if it's the last thing I ever do." He gave a goofy salute in your honor, causing one of the camera men from behind to giggle before quieting quickly.

"Good luck with the rest of your sales Tommy." You offered a small wave as you walked off, clutching your newly acquired prize loosely.

Common sense told you to throw it in the first trashcan you passed. Getting rid of whatever plague the liquid might be containing.

But the longer you walked, thinking about that bright smile and genuine joy you had just encountered, your grip only tightened on the plastic.

It wasn't until you were three blocks away from the plaza did you see the number hastily scrawled on the edge of the handmade label. Right next to big bold words, reading Big Drink!!!!!™️ 

You were quick to utilize it. Probably too quick to be honest.

text sent at 6:21 pm do you give your number out to all your coustomers? must be bad for buisness

text received at 6:21 pm only the fuinny ones

text received at 6:22 pm fuck

text received at 6:22 pm *funny

Yeah. The water bottle was worth it.

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[thefanficmonster]

Soulmates

Ranboo & Wilbur’s Sister!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Platonic Fluff, CUTENESS, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Few of the many highlights of Ranboo’s trip to UK where him and Wilbur’s sister Y/N meet in person for the first time.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🤗 Hope this is your best one yet and I hope you spend it marvelously with people you love. Have fun on your special day and save me a slice of cake 😉 I hope you like my birthday gift for you! Wish you a long life full of success and happiness 🌺 Lots of love, Vy ❤

The day Y/N mistakably wandered into Wilbur’s recording room, assuming he wasn’t streaming, to complain about her then-boyfriend who had pissed her the hell off should be written down in history.

Because that’s the day Y/N met Ranboo. That’s the day Tommy and Wilbur knew that a beast of a friendship has been kindled.

Oh, if only they knew that their terminology didn’t even scratch the surface.

A few months of daily texting, video chats and calls between him and Y/N, much to the surprise of both his friends, Ranboo called them one beautiful grey morning, asking for one of them to haul ass as soon as possible and pick him up from the airport.

Y/N, who overheard the call because of how loud the boy had to yell to outshout the wind howling outside, took the ‘as soon as possible’ part super seriously, therefore ushering her brother into the car, speeding a little over the speed limit - with thankfully no repercussions - towards what turned out to be the best weekend of her entire life. Now, eighteen years might not be a long time, but if we consider what memories of these past eighteen years will stick out in her memory in the future eighteen years, this weekend will definitely be at the top.

Little did she know at the time that the same would apply for Ranboo, but also for the people who watched the vlogs Tommy and Wilbur shot while touring their friend around the beauty of London and Brighton - sights he saw so little of considering his eyes were so transfixed on the girl who he found to be his literal soulmate.

Allow me to give you a few examples in chronological order.

The Airport, Friday 29.04.2022, 10:30 AM

You know those moments in rom-coms when one character meets the other at the airport after being apart for what to them felt like an eternity? Ok, now imagine that exact thing but between two friends. Got the mental image? If not, don’t worry, I’ll describe it to you.

Wilbur has barely parks the car when Y/N leaps out of the backseat, scaring the driver and Tommy, who is in the passenger seat senseless. Her brother has every intention of scolding her when he too gets out of the car but is stopped by what he sees - the wholesomeness of the scene in front of him.

Just like in those cheesy movies, Ranboo has abandoned his luggage to catch the excited girl, locking her in his embrace as he spins her around, provoking a fit of giggles from her as she holds onto him for dear life.

Only once he’s set her down the height difference becomes explicitly visible, standing at a foot and then some, forcing Y/N to crane her neck every time she tries to look the boy in the eyes.

“So, if I run at you at max speed, I’ll get the same treatment?“ Being the last to emerge from the vehicle, Tommy calls out to Ranboo from afar, as if giving himself time and space to pick up speed if he gets an affirmative answer.

“Don’t even think about it!“ Ranboo sticks out the arm that isn’t wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders to signal for Tommy to not pull a stunt like that, “Special treatment for special people.“

“Oh you...“ The blond starts but is cut off by the second tree-of-a-man present.

“Let it go, Tommy. At least you’re not the luggage boy.“ He hisses, turning his gaze at his sister and her new best friend as he picks up the aforementioned abandoned luggage.

Neither of them notice though, both turned to one another as they’ve already started a random conversation. That’s how the other two Brits immediately know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend for all parties involved...

The Soot Home, Friday 29.04.2022, 09:00 PM

The plan was to watch a movie before Tommy has to go home for the night despite being invited to stay over countless times. Yes, that was the plan. However, what this night inevitably turned into is a recreation of the moment in the cinema when a couple of people sitting close to you just keep chatting, albeit in hushed whispers, it’s still distracting.

In Ranboo and Y/N’s defense, though, the movie is hella boring. Even Wilbur and Tommy started drifting off about half an hour into it but still, as the oldest of the bunch, the first-born Soot frequently felt the need to shush his sister and his friend, more as to not wake up the sleeping Tommy than for him to be able to hear the dialog in the movie.

But, as you could probably imagine, the warning has effect for about two minutes before the two break out in chatter.

“Ok, with the speed we’re going at we’ll find solutions to all the world’s problems. But before we stray that far, tell me: what places do you wanna visit specifically?“ Y/N asks the American who, unbeknownst to her, is having a really hard time registering her words because of how awed he is by her accent. It’s far from his first time being faced with the charm of Brits, but man, yours is on a whole new level.

That’s why he takes a moment or two to respond, pretending he’s thinking up an answer when in reality he’s picking up the fragments of what he did hear you say, trying to fit them together to form what is it you probably said, “Um...well, wherever you think it’s a worthy place to take me to I’m all cool with.” He follows that up with an unspoken: “As long as you’re the tour guide, I’ll be happy anywhere.”

Y/N bites her lip, gaze growing a bit unfocused as if she’s racking through her memories to find a place she thinks is worth a visit and a place he’d also enjoy visiting.

Before she can think any better of it, she blurts out: “My favorite place in London is the pier my the bridge. The actual bridge is pretty nice, but I love the pier, you can see the cutest sailboats and, if the weather is gloomy - which it always is - in the late afternoon, they turn on the decorative lights. I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a prettier sight.” She pauses for a second to catch her breath and put her gushing on hold for the purpose of realism, “But it’ll probably be too windy so...”

“So that’s where we’re going. Wind be damned.“ Ranboo says without missing a beat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles fondly at this bubbly girl who’s currently exhibiting the most innocent and child-like joy with her sparkling eyes and the grin on her face. 

She straightens in her seat, enough to be able to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The pier will need to take the second place on the list of things worthy of Ranboo’s attention tomorrow. In fact, that will be the last thing he’s looking at if Y/N will be this happy all throughout the journey.

Her smile, her happiness - it’s a sight he doesn’t want to leave without embedding into his brain first.

The following morning...

“So much for going home.“ Wilbur says to Tommy who’s just awoken from his spot on the floor where they’d littered a bunch of pillows for him to be comfortable while watching the movie the night before.

He too had dozed off on the couch, somewhere near the hour mark of the movie so he hadn’t thought to wake up his friend, nor had he noticed the other two cuddled up eighteen-year-olds on the opposite end of the couch who too had fallen asleep, just significantly later than the other two.

With a single conspiratorial smile exchanged between the two blondes, the taller one goes and grabs a polaroid camera - gifted to him by Y/N - and snaps a picture of the two slumbering friends.

Project ‘Memories in the making’ has commenced.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 12:30 PM

“Before you go and make fun of out hair in the comments just know that this entire expedition was Y/N’s idea! Y/N!“ Tommy, whose arm is already starting to go sore from holding his camera up vlogger style, looks over his shoulder to seek out the perpetrator of the crime against his and Wilbur’s hair.

He finds that she’s occupied with something at the moment.

With what?

Well, her and Ranboo have fallen behind but it’s not even a surprise anymore. They’ve taken stop after stop, just to talk, each time bringing Wilbur and Tommy, the parents of the group, closer to shoving them back in the car and driving them home. Although they probably wouldn’t find anything wrong with that  either.

As of what Y/N’s occupied with - she’s standing on a bench to give her some leveling with Ranboo’s height. Her hair is just as wild as theirs and so is Ranboo’s but Y/N’s currently tending to the case with the power of hair clips, using them to keep the boy’s hair out of his eyes. To top it all off, they’re butterfly and flower shaped so the sight of Ranboo once the girl has finished with her work is that much more adorable.

As annoying as Wilbur’s been pretending to find these two all this time, he can’t help but smile. He hasn’t seen his sister this happy in what feels like forever. It’s a moment he wants to commemorate for their sake as well as his.

And so he takes a few more pictures - one while Y/N’s still working with Ranboo’s mess of hair; another when he looks at himself with his phone’s front camera and they both burst out laughing; and a third one when he picks the girl up in his arms, whirling her around briefly before setting her down. 

He contemplates taking another shot of t he moment they share, looking into each other’s eyes so adoringly, but he finds it too personal for him to photograph although he’s pretty sure it’ll be forever photographed in their own memory.

He does, however, snap one more shot when Ranboo ruffles Y/N’s hair and pats her head lovingly afterwards.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 04:00 PM

After setting up the tripod for a group picture, the four strike a pose: Tommy crouched in front of everyone else; Wilbur on Ranboo’s left, standing tall and proud with a purposeful and faux serious look on his face with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans; Y/N piggybacked on Ranboo’s back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders for her own security despite his hands holding her up by the backs of her knees.

The camera has been set up to take several shots at even intervals so they can strike different poses for each shot.

Reviewing them afterwards reveals that the best one, without a doubt is the one that was captured a mere two seconds after Y/N cracked a joke that’s got all four of them laughing their butts off. A small detail making the picture better is the fact that Ranboo turned his head to the side to be able to look at her over his shoulder. It’s an adorable moment to be caught between them, much like the one Wilbur chose not to photograph earlier.

Faith has a way of playing its way whether we play accordingly or not.

“Hey, is anyone hungry or is it just me?“ Tommy inquires after having gathered the tripod and has resumed vlogging.

If he hadn’t mentioned it, neither of the other three would’ve noticed the growling of their own stomachs, but since he luckily did, they immediately confirm that they’re in the same boat as him.

“There’s that diner we frequent like two minutes down the pier. What do you guys say?“ Wilbur suggests, turning to his friends and sister who’s now become a package deal with Ranboo. Yes, he refuses to set her down.

“I’m down, as long as I can walk there myself.“ Y/N complains, her arms still clasped around the boy’s shoulders to avoid having her return to ground be a graceless plummet.

“No way. Guide me there.“ With that said Ranboo takes off running, marking it the first time this entire trip that they have been ahead of the two blondes.

Chucking exasperatedly to themselves, Wilbur and Tommy follow suit, all the while being able to pinpoint exactly where the other half of their group is because of Y/N’s squeals of Ranboo’s name all the way to the diner.

Will didn’t get a chance to snap a pic of that, but Tommy did catch it with his vlogging camera so the moment won’t be lost in time.

The Amusement Park, Sunday 01.05.2022, 02:00 PM

“No, no, no, Y/N. You can’t go on that ride, you need at least another two inches to qualify.“ Ranboo tells the girl who’s looking longingly at the ride she might actually not be tall enough to ride but is too afraid of disappointment to actually go to the measuring stand.

She might be a little more than half his height, but she’s got more than enough fury capacity to turn around and glare at him, even if that means tilting her head back a comical amount.

“I’m not short, you’re a tree!“ She complains, arms crossed over her chest, a pouty lip, the whole nine yards of looking exactly like a child among the actual children at this amusement park.

Sparing her any potential neck pain, he bends down so they’re at an approximate eye level, the crinkled corners of his eyes letting her know he’s getting one hell of a kick out of this even if his mask is shielding his smile, “And you...” he boops her nose, “...are a treat. A treat of a friend.”

“We’re going on the goddamn ride without you two.“ Tommy calls out to them from five feet away, where him and Will have been standing and observing the interaction before them.

“You know what, go ahead.“ Ranboo motions to the ride, encouraging them to do just that, “We’ll grab some cotton candy and I’ll win Y/N a stuffed animal or two.”

With an arm wrapped around her shoulders, he guides her to the few carnival games that are a part of the amusement park. Although she complies, she doesn’t do so without a complaint, “I can win my own stuffed animals.”

“I’m sure you can Sharp-shooter. Sorry, Short-shooter.“ He teasingly replies.

“Ranboo!“

Luckily, that nose boop was caught by Wilbur’s perfectly on time reflex to snap a shot of that adorable argument. Another wholesome memory to add to the collection.

The Airport, Monday 02.05.2022, 09:00 AM

You know that heartbreaking scene in rom-coms when the two main characters have to say goodbye because one of them is leaving the country for one reason or another? Yeah, imagine that with two best friends instead....again. As before, if you can’t picture it, I got you, no worries.

“But you’ll visit us again soon, right?“ 

This is the millionth time Y/N has asked Ranboo this question and yet the answer still, to her delight, has remained the same. “Of course I will! Either I’m coming here or you’re coming to the US.“

Standing some ways away to let the two exchange goodbyes in peace are Wilbur and Tommy who are genuinely upset to see how heartbroken the girl is.

“They really love each other.“ Tommy says, he too getting slightly emotional at the thought of saying goodbye to his friend.

“They’re soulmates. Soulmates first, friends second.“ Will tells him, his movements unsure as he lifts the camera to capture the second to last picture of Ranboo’s visit.

The very last one is the selfie he takes of the entire group right before Ranboo has to go through the gate, leaving the three behind with a heavy heart that keeps screaming at him to stay although he can’t.

Wilbur drapes the camera’s safety strap around Y/N’s neck, snapping her out of her thoughts as her hands gently take hold of it, inspecting it closely, not having seen it since she saw Wilbur unwrap it on his birthday two years ago.

“I completely forgot to remind you of this. We could’ve used it to take some very cool pictures this weekend.“ She sniffles, pulling herself together after being in tears for the past twenty minutes.

Wilbur smiles quietly to himself, a hand on her back leading her out to the car where Tommy’s already waiting for them, opting to sit in the back as to keep Y/N company and comfort her on the drive home. 

“Don’t worry, it was utilized well.” He responds cryptically and is relieved when she doesn’t ask what he means by that.

Instead, she quietly sits in the backseat, cuddling into Tommy’s side to take a nap after pulling an all-nighter with Ranboo.

The meaning of what her brother said is revealed when she wakes up in her bed a few hours later. On her nightstand, she finds a pocket-sized book which she figures is a polaroid picture album. 

In the first slot, instead of a picture, there is a piece of paper with the question: “What’s a soulmate?” printed on it in cursive lettering.

Flicking through the other pages, she’s stunned to see the many pictures Wilbur took of them throughout this weekend, pictures she’s seeing for the first time.

By the time she gets to the end, she’s in tears all over again, and the final page doesn’t help - it’s another piece of paper instead of a picture and with the same lettering but bolder is written: “THAT” with a heart beneath it.

Wilbur couldn’t have been more right - that, that right there, what Y/N and Ranboo have, it proves that soulmates exist. That in this world, there is someone for everyone, be it romantic, platonic or otherwise.

They have each other.

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[jessnotfoundd]

I’m new to your blog and I was wondering could you do a gn reader x Tommy?

It’s idk really but the reader is very quiet and when Tommy meets them and gets to know them they become like Tommy. Like loud,funny etc

Thank if you can do it! :]

Of course !!!! if you find a bad pronoun let me know!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing: cc!Tommtinnit x GNreader!

Masterlist here!

I was sitting at the back of the class, and I can see the blond, who's been sitting with me for weeks now, he's really loud and energetic, but fun after all.

-Hey, how's my favorite classmate doing?- he put his left hand up, and y lifted mine to handshake him.

-Great- that's all he probably hear from me for today, it's not him, it's me, I've been quiet all my life.

-Someday Imma make you talk nonsense like me all day- he looks at me smirking and I smile while nodding, it's nice having someone like him.

The class starts and we do our homework in silence, I enjoy being in silence with him.

A few weeks after he was still trying, he even introduced me to his friends so I won't spend recess alone.

-Hi- everyone turns their heads to see me, It's my first time outside the school with them, Tommy invites us all to bowls and my mom thought it would be great to be out for once.

-Hey, you came.- the blond pulls me in a hug and for the first time, I hug him too.- Uh you're hugging me, I don't want to leave this moment- he giggles and I do so. After a few moments, I push him so I could say hi to the rest.

A few rounds going and Bill talks to me.

-So, you are right now with people that can't shout their mouths for a second, how do you feel?- I smile.

-Safe- It's all, he smiles.

-Great, you're one of us now-

Tommy smiles at me from the other corner and I smile back at him.

A month went by since Bill told me I was one of them and since then, they really make me feel that. We would do lots of things together and Tommy would never stop telling me how proud he is of me for trying.

-Tomas, shut up I crack a laugh, we were talking about video games with the guys and Tommy wouldn't stop making fun of me for my favorite games.

-Make me- he puts his lips in my direction. Instead of a kiss I gently slap his cheek and we all laugh.- Pussy.- he blurts and I look at him.

-I'm not a pussy- I take him by the cheeks and left a brief kiss on his lips. He looks stunned.

-Perfect, y/n, now he's in love.- Tubbo jokes and i giggle a little.

After a few hours, It turns out to be a sleepover at Tommy's house. So we were coming to his house, it was a little cold and I was just wearing some jeans and a t-shirt. I snuggle on Tommy's arm while walking.

-You're cold?- he looks at me for a second, breaking the conversation he was having with Freddy.

-Yes, I should have brought a hoodie or something.- he stops and I stop by him, he was taking his hoodie out.- No, put it back on you.-

-No, It's okay, use it.- he gives it to me.

-Tommy, I don't want you to be cold.-

-I won't, I swear.- he kisses my cheek and I take de Hoodie I smile at the fragrance it has still.

We walk again with the others and I intertwine our fingers.

-Do you mind?- I move my head to our hands and he denies it, squeezing my hand a little.

After a few days, Tommy didn't want his hoodie back, saying I could keep it 'cause it looks better in me' and I can't help but feel great.

-Someone asked for a gentleman and ice cream?- He's at my bedroom door with ice cream in his hands.

-Nop, wrong door- we both smile.

-Maybe someone asked for a full pack of friends and tons of ice cream?- I see a few heads poke into my room.

-Yeah. I did, why is Tommy here?-. I giggle and he throws himself at me.

-You're crazy for me being here, don't lie to yourself.- He taps my nose and I tickle him until he lets me go.

-Whatever.-

We were all playing monopoly, my head is on the blonde shoulder while Aimsey and I talk about coffee.

-Who would tell you would be so talkative now.- Tommy smiles at me.

-It's all because of you, you idiot.-

-Wow, taunts-

I stick my tongue out like a little kid and he does the same to me.

#tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit x reader #dreamsmp #dream mcyt #cc: tommyinnit

[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

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warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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taglist: @trashcanduck @ax-y10 @mysticalsoot @idontreallyexistyet @loonalvjy @toastyliltoasts41

#wilbur soot x reader #cc!wilbur soot x reader #fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot x fem!reader #x reader #request #anon request #writing #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fanafiction

[lilywastaken]

⇝ SLEEPING + CUDDLING HCs !

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

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

WARNINGS: SFW!

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

MASTERLIST.

Also on Ao3!

DREAM:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SAPNAP:

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

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

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

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

How he wants to cuddle fully relies on his mood.

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

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

GEORGE:

George is a heavy sleeper.

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

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

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

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

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

Spoiler alert, it doesn't.

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

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

TOMMY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dream smp #dream team #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream smp headcanons #dsmp hcs #dreamwastaken #dream #dream x reader #dream x you #dream imagine #dream headcanons #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x you #georgenotfound headcanons #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap headcanons #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #TommyInnit x you #TommyInnit headcanons #sbi

[modelbus]

Ahem- hey- uh- I-

…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH

SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-

OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)

so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!

also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.

ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨

ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.

wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.

I’M BACK BABYYY!!

-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.

You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos

I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.

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

Cut Chaos Part 3

The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.

Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.

It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.

Wilbur so we’re all good now?

Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??

Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry

You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?

Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life

You Then yeah

Tommy HEY

Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.

Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.

But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.

tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG

|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES

|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY

You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.

Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…

|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr

|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh

|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao

Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.

This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #ranboo x reader #wilbur x reader #ranboo #ranboo mcyt #ranboo imagine #ranboolive #tubbo x reader #tubbo

[shubblelive]

— FRIENDLY COMPETITION

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

genre : fluff

warnings: mentions of reader breaking a bone as a kid

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x fem!cc!reader

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

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

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

word count : 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

And then came DodgeBolt. 

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

VIOLET VAMPIRES TAKE THE CROWN!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tommay tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit headcanons #tommyinnit x reader fluff #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit fluff

[1donoow]

CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Ranboo

Technoblade

Tommyinnit

Quackity

Dreamxd

Wilbur soot

Jschlatt

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@mcyt-peach - getting attention from author!reader

- playing fnaf security breach with them

- late night shopping

@peacheskimi - headcannon

@mothra-mcyt - reacting to young reader getting a weirdchamp donos

- reacting to reader sleeping with a stuffed animal

- reaction to reader who loves space and stars

@chippedaxe - demon mcyt hc (demon!mcyt)

@peppermin - favorite cuddle position

@rae-writes - ___ (platonic adult!reader)

- parental smp pt.1 pt.2

@god1ngs - petnames

@dsmpxreaderstuff - affectionate reader

@smol-cherry - dsmp w/ injured s/o

@lvyu - and we're live!

@basilly - lockscreen (feral boys + wilbur)

@the-emptied-brain-contents - how dsmp members would react to finally meeting you in person

@bozowrites - baby meets viewers pt 3

@beewastaken - internet brothers (Cc!benchtrio x younger!reader)

@dreamholic - wiping off their kisses

@satansmanger - kissing them while they're streaming

@akasuki - reacting to their s/o wearing their hoddie

@wrenqueenisboss - Chaos Is Not "Pog" (bench trio x older sibling!reader)

@kzuhasluvr - Tubbo + Tommyinnit with a skilled game developer sibling

@1sapnapsimp - walking in while their streaming/recording a video (platonic!bench trio)

@applekoshi - you are so gorgeous (cc! benchtrio)

@dsmpxreaderstuff - Reader losing/breaking their glasses

@crystalcow - oh sister of mine

@fandomlit - flirting 101

@etheriaaly - surprise, surprise

@wrenqueenisboss - bee hybrid!reader(3/4)

@beeindaclouds - C!DSMP reacting to Butterfly Hybrid! Reader

- Crew Boys with a Reader who has tics

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Ranboo

@ohlovejoy - falling asleep on them

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Technoblade

@isadora-larkspur - standing infront of them protectively

@milqueandsugar - your tea is ready (peonix!reader)

@sunniewrites - blooming season (flower shop au!)

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Tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - touch starved

- dating tommy would include

@livelle - hc and blurbs

- headcannon (c!tommy x filipino!reader)

- the greatest protector

@mcyt-peach - troublemaker takeover(sister!reader)

- speaking of the sister(sister!reader)

@for-memories-sacrifice - big man best brother(sister!reader)

- Being Tommy’s Sibling

@tapesfrom1980 - sisterinnit

@ze-maki-nin - Tommy dating an Artist! Reader

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Quackity

@mcyt-peach - knitting with quackity on stream

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Dreamxd

@god1ngs - headcannon (deity!reader)

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Wilbur soot

@lyssys - comparing hands with Wilbur

- wilbur revealing your relationship to people

@sabbaticalmain - streaming w/ clingy wilbur

@staticwritesalot - Dating Wilbur soot

@for-memories-sacrifice - Being Wilbur’s Sibling

- needy

@simpoot - knitted jumper

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Jschlatt

@mcyt-peach - flirting with schlatt

^ - being on chuckle sandwich as schlatt's s/o

#masterlist #content creator rec #ranboo x reader #technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #dreamxd x reader #wilbur soot x reader #schlatt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

PSA: These Brackets contain multiple Ch!WilburSoot ships, We DO NOT stand with CC!WilburSoot actions, and send all of our support toward shubble, if you are uncomfortable with these ships, please don't interact and/or block the wilbur soot tag. if those ships are too problematic, they can be replaced. anyway his ass got destroyed

Welcome to the MCYT Crackships Bracket!

Here, we will be seing which crackship is the best, and because that statement is vague, you get to make your opinion!

Each crackships was randomly agenced from Characters You chose! (This also sadly means we can't take more submissions, at least yet (mcyt crackships brackets V.2. Confirmed ???))

This is all meant to be in good fun, so please be respectfull with others and use propaganda the least wisely you can! (propaganda isn't endorsed, it's encouraged!)

We as a community can get inspired by these, make art! fanfics! (and if you do, please tag me) of your favorite Crackship!

Maybe we could even find a name for them, after all, maybe the next "big ship" will be in this, who knows?

WE ARE NOW IN THE SEMIFINALS!

The brackets will not be revealed yet, but when all of the polls will be published! this way, we can still get you surprised!

*Orionsound - Rat SMP version

*LDshadowlady - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Zombiecleo - Pirate SMP version

*Katherine Elizabeth - Empire SMP season 2 version

*Fundy - L'Manberg version

*Fwhip - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

*Slimecicle - QSMP version

Our thoughts and observations under the cut!

Round 1:

I clearly thought Ninjaslap would be the biggest sweep, but pixltoile suprisingly fought well, And fish yuri left no shot to Zaypixel and Geminitay

Round 1.1.3 was extremly close, but Shubble x Hypno won by O.8%! (≈4 peoples!)

We already got two piece of "propagandart" (propaganda art) in round 1, and both were for Fish yuri! (by @t4tpolypd and @staringamassivemistakeintheface)

Round 2:

Mogbeans/Swamp boys tried hard but T4T yuri was stronger (My boys 😭 - Admin 1)

Littlesoot got its ass kicked by hotguy/fundy and was crying in a corner when suddendly, out of nowhere, it took itlwblr by storm, broke containment, the poll broke 1k votes, became the most noted of the brackets (yet) and won with a large margin!

FWhilza fought well but Bighills was stronger

Fish Yuri still prevail with the biggest sweep yet (87.3%!!!)

Jojosolos/Jack Manifold vs Tommyinnit/Scott Smajor was the closest yet! (50.1 to 49.9!!!!)

So many art!!!!!!! look at the tag (#propagandart) it's worth it!!!!!

Round 3 and PURGATORY 1 :

Scegg vs Stresstherine was so close it switched side at least 5 times!

i'm genuenely impressed by clownscar comeback they've constantly been close but didn't get ahead during the whole poll and somehow managed to win in the last stretch!

WE MADE MOGBEANS CANON!!!!!!! VIVA LA SOS SMP!!!!

Fish Yuri is unstopable and has killed many great ships now (rip Bighills we loved you so much)

Bdubs Smol Bdubs is tall!

Content SMP fans are sad today, the last two ships they had just sank! (bye bye Evillnox and Skizzlerat)

So much art! and even more as been promised! (you need to check out #propagandart if you haven't already)

Round 4 and PURGATORY 2 :

Fish Wives felt resistence to the first time facing Clownscar, but still they were too powerful

Clownscar you will forever live in our hearts

Wilbur you're a pig, Yuri beat his ass! (and so they did)

Zombiecello/Ivorycleo popped off! >90% sweepage!

3/8 ships still in line are yuri, but none of them are part of the PURGATORY Brackets!

Goodbye Zaypixel, our only Yuri Loss this round :(

You guys seem to love shipping Ethoslab a lot (bunch of ethogirls) as he is in 35% of the remaining ships

even more art, and art trades! (go ceck out #propagandart and #takin' request)

Round 5 and Purgatory 3:

Yuri lost so much, and is now only represented by Fish Wives :(

Half of the ships still in have a wild etho in them (ethogirls rise up!)

The now no-longer-crackship mogbeans is still thriving and bested the fan-favorite fwhilza!

Seapeekarl fought well, but lost to the ethogirls again

this is the first round where they weren't a >40% sweep! but the choice are only getting harder from here!

#mcyt crackships bracket #life series #hermitcraft #dsmp #qsmp #empires smp #kaboodle smp #content smp #lifesteal smp #and so much more #get ready for the craziest mcyt rumble of your life! #‐‐‐------------------‐------------------‐------------------‐---- #polls #asks #propaganda #takin' requests #propagandart #pin #PURGATORY #admin speaks #crackships polls #< here are the main tags for easy access

[nolongerinusegotomodelbus]

Friends to Lovers with Wilbur

CC!Wilbur x Reader (mentioned Tommyinnit)

Anyone new: follow @modelbus as that is my real account and this is no longer in use but cannot be deleted.

Just a bunch of little scenarios about a friends to lovers arc with Wilbur :)

>Holding hands for just a bit too long

You're both in a pretty large crowd at Disney for one of Tommy's vlogs, struggling to get to the castle.

Seriously, it felt like everyone had just decided to congregate right there at that exact time.

Tommy was able to slip through the small gaps, leaving you and Wilbur far behind to struggle. Wilbur had complained loudly about it, but it hadn't deterred the boy from pushing ahead.

"We're going to lose each other." Wilbur had groaned, losing sight of the blond hair.

"I'll just stick by you, and we can catch up." You said, laughing nervously.

Of course, immediately after you said that a person forces themselves between you two. You get jostled by a few more people, losing sight of him too.

"Jesus." Wilbur huffs, breaking through people to grab your hand. "I saw his hair, come on."

Not wanting to get left behind, you grip his hand tightly as he pulls you through the crowd. (totally not because his hand is warm and you've had a crush on him for ages. Definitely not that)

Eventually you two burst through the crowd, but you don't drop each other's hands. His grip doesn't loosen in the slightest, so yours doesn't either.

"Tommy!" Wilbur yells.

Tommy turns around, grinning. "Look at how cool this is! Wait, are you guys holding hands?"

You both immediately drop each other's hands, and you look away when you feel red rising to your cheeks.

"Yeah, because you left us in a giant crowd." Wilbur laughs, sounding unbothered. "Now what's cool?"

>Someone mistakes them for a couple and they both get really flustered

Wilbur and you are out at lunch, chatting about your lore plans for later.

The waitress comes to take your drink orders, glancing between the two of you with a smile. Wilbur knows your order, so he just orders for you.

Before she walks away, she says something. "You're a cute couple, by the way."

"O-oh." You stutter. "Um, we're not a couple."

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" The waitress responds, eyes as wide as yours are. You have the be as red as she is, too.

When you look at Wilbur, he's also red. He's probably so uncomfortable while you can't help but almost like being confused for a couple.

"Why would she ever take us for a couple?" You blurt out, forcing a laugh.

His smile waivers, and you mentally wince. In the end, he agrees. "Yeah."

>Falling asleep on his shoulder

After a long day in London, you wanted nothing more than to pass out.

The soothing motion of the train and the warmth of your hoodie is lulling you to sleep, forcing your limbs to become heavier by the second.

You keep yawning, regretting sitting next to Wilbur on the aisle and not the window. He's busy on Twitter or something with earbuds in, and you don't want to disturb him by asking to swap spots.

Eventually though, you're just too tired to resist the allure of falling asleep,

Your head drops onto his shoulder while you try to convince yourself it was completely normal. Friends sleep on their friends, right?

After a second you feel his head drop on top of yours. Glad he isn't shoving you off him, you doze off while using him as a pillow.

He shakes you awake when the train arrives, an apologetic smile on his face.

"Come on darling, we're here."

You're too tired at the moment to register what he just called you, but later you spend the entire night thinking about it.

#mcyt imagine #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #dsmp #mcyt #wilbur soot imagine #friends to lovers #its the best

[sapphyrebur]

Only Him

wilbur soot x reader

In hindsight it was your own fault that you ended up here.

 Sleeping through an alarm is never a good idea, but your tired state made the snooze button seem just too irresistible. However, when you slept through your alarm twice it inevitably left a lot to do in a very little amount of time. 

As you hurriedly moved throughout your apartment the only thing on your mind was making it out of the door on time. Which lead to your tangled headphones being disregarded on the kitchen counter as the front door slammed shut.

“I am not ready for this, Wil,” you huffed as you slipped into the passenger seat of the boy’s car.

“Why? Is everything okay?” A look of concern flashed through his eyes as he looked you over. “ You know you don't have to come if you’re not feeling up to it. I can message tommy, I’m sure he would-” 

“Will slow down” you cut off his rambling. “ I'm okay! I just slept through my alarm so I had to rush on my way out. nothing serious,okay?”

“Okay” he whispered, and as he turned to face his steering wheel you swore you could’ve seen a flush of pink on his cheeks. 

“You slept through your alarm, seriously? Please don’t tell me I’m going to have to start coming over earlier to wake you up on time.” He teases.

“Shut up!” you gasped, hitting his arm.

“I’m just saying-”  

“Drive the car Wilbur!” the both of you laughed as he listened and drove away from your apartment.

The drive from your house to the station wasn’t a long one. In fact it probably would have been much easier to walk but the thought of making the journey back to your apartment  after spending the day walking around London was not a pleasant one. Especially when that day would also be spent with a hyperactive eighteen year old.

You heard him before you saw him, which was honestly a surprise considering he was practically bursting with energy as he bounced on his feet. “They're here! Phil! Phil, they’re here!” and with that the boy was sprinting towards you. 

As the teen reached the entrance of the platform where you were standing with Wilbur he didn’t hesitate to tackle you in a hug.

“Hi Tom.” you laughed softly, returning his embrace. Pulling away from you, Tommy then  turned towards the man standing next to you.

“What’s up, bitch” he spoke with a comically blank expression. Wilbur simply rolled his eyes as he ruffled the younger boy's hair.

“Ugh! get off me, weird man!” Tommy pushed him off in feigned disgust as you moved next to Phil, fondly watching the interaction. Despite what either of them say there is no denying the brotherly affection that the two share for each other.  It's hard to miss the clear admiration in the teens eyes as he speaks to Wilbur, holding his words and opinions closer than anyone else's, and the way that Wilbur has taken his responsibility over the boy as seriously as he could. Doing his best to keep him on the right path whilst allowing him his own freedom to make his own decisions.

“Alright you two that's enough.” Phil lightly pulled them away from the headlock that Tommy had somehow ended up in, said boy opened his mouth as if to protest but was swiftly interrupted by the announcement of their train's arrival.

Pushing yourself off the wall you and Phil had situated yourselves on, you began to move towards Wilbur. The people around you had very quickly hustled together, forming a crowd moving towards the train which made it much harder to reach your friend. Luckily, Wilbur was able to find you amongst the crowd and reached his arm out to you, allowing you to latch onto the sleeve of his grey jumper. Using the grip you had on his arm you were able to push yourself easily past the people surrounding you.

Once you reached him Wilbur swiftly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him. He then took the opportunity to lean down towards you, lips pressing against your ear. “Almost lost you there, love. Hold onto me, yeah? Can't have you running off again, you're tiny so it’ll be too hard to find you.” he whispered lightly before pulling away.

You suddenly found it extremely difficult to form words, looking up at him you were sure that your face was completely flushed.

Internally, Wilbur was freaking out, he had never been that forward with you. Sure you guys had playfully flirted before but this felt so much different. The way that he had his arm around you, pushing you into him, feeling you closer than he had ever been able to, was almost too much for him. He could feel his head spinning with the contact.

However, on the outside he managed to keep his composure and let a smug look take over his face as he looked down at your blushing form. Deciding to tease you even further, he made sure to hold eye contact with you before giving you a wink. Knowing he wouldn't be able to keep it together much longer he quickly broke the contact and turned his head forward as he lead you towards the train, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you.

The group of four made their way towards the back of the train as they searched for their seats. Tommy was the first to sit down, Phil sliding into the seat next to him leaving you and Wilbur the two seats opposite them. The taller man wordlessly slid into the window seat, knowing that you preferred the aisle as it lessened your motion sickness.

“Gross! I have to look at Wilbur's ugly face this whole trip, this is outrageous!” Tommy whispered very loudly towards his vlogging camera. From next to you you heard Wilbur mutter something along the lines of “this kid” as Phil laughed in response. 

As much as you adore your friends there is no way you could possibly be able to listen to them going back and forth for the hour long train ride you were about to endure. Which is exactly why you could feel the panic rise in your chest when you were unable to find your headphones.

“Shit!” the exclamative slipped under your breath as you rummaged through your bag.

“You okay?” Wilbur whispered as he nudged  your shoulder with his.

“I told you I was in a rush this morning, I left my headphones at home.” you groaned as you threw your head back onto his shoulder. He laughed at your dramatics as he held his hand out, offering you one of his headphones.

“We can share mine. There's this song that I wanted to show you anyways.” he explained as he switched on his phone, opening spotify. You watched silently as he scrolled through his playlists before landing on a specific one. As he clicked on it you found yourself once again being unable to speak. The playlist cover was a picture the two of you had taken during one of your first meetups. You were sitting on the beach by the pier as you stared up at the stars in awe, Wilbur however had his eyes on you, looking at you as if you were more mesmerising than the stars above. The title was short, consisting of just your name, and the description was simple: 

songs that make me think about you <3

It was stupid. You knew that. It was stupid to get so emotional over something as small as a playlist. But this was so sweet. It was so Wilbur. Only he would spend so much of his own time to do something like this for you, knowing he wouldn't even get anything out of it in return. Only he would pay so much attention to you that he would be able to construct a list of songs that remind him of you. You don't even think any of your friends could tell you your favourite song! But then again this is Wilbur, he isn't like any of your other friends.

“You made a playlist for me?” you muttered shyly, almost embarrassed that he would do such a thing for you.

 Almost as if the roles had reversed, Wilbur now found himself flustered, unable to speak.

“Yeah. I um-”  scared to speak, the man paused and collected his thoughts.

 “I feel like music is an important thing to me, you know? Yeah it's part of my career but it's also how I express myself, it allows me to say the things that I'm too scared to actually speak. And you're important to me as well! Since we met you have very quickly become one of the most stable things in my life. I’ve been able to find the same comfort in you that I've found in music. So I made this, it's just a bunch of songs I thought you would like or that remind me of you.” 

Throughout his speech Wilbur began to sound more and more unsure of himself, whispering, almost as if he was trying to keep his words to himself. It hurt to see his confidence drop so quickly from how it had been earlier, to see him feeling so insecure about something that was so tender. 

“Will…” you whispered, urging the boy to look at you. “You are so cute,”

 Upon hearing your words, his expression twisted into one of confusion. Laughing at his confusion, you continued 

“This is genuinely the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” 

Neither of you knew what to say next as you looked at each other with sickly sweet smiles on your faces. He was the first to break the contact, clearing his throat as he raised one of his headphones, gesturing towards your ear. Silently, you nodded and allowed him to put the headphone in your ear, watching as he brushed a piece of hair out of your face. After he removed his hands from your face he turned towards his phone and let the music play. 

Settling back into the seat, his arm found solace around your shoulder, encouraging your head to rest on his. That's how the rest of the train ride was spent, closed eyes and soft humming in your ears, both of you resting on one another,

“They make me sick, the both of ‘em” Tommy scoffed to Phil in annoyance. The older man however was watching the pair affectionately.

“They're in love Tom, leave ‘em alone.”

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[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

📹 Masterlist 📹 Navigation 📹 Rules 📹

This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

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[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 2) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Oh wow, thank you so much for all the love for the first chapter!!! It means a lot. Also, i have another fic called Happy (Sad) New Year if you’re interested in seeing. And another thing is that I might update this series weekly.

Summary: You might have a crush on Tommy’s cute tall friend with the glasses.

Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, CC!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader.

Warning(s): None.

italics: streams

my masterlist :))

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After your Twitter interaction with TommyInnit, The same thing happened again, funnily enough, was with a friend of Tommy’s and fellow streamer. You recognized him from the first vlog you’ve watched of Tommy’s, the cute tall one with the glasses. Wilbur Soot was his name or at least that was what people called him. Again, your fans tagged you in various posts, moments caught from his stream. In one of those clips, he jokingly banged his fist on his desk.

“That was suppose to be me, chat! I like them first! It’s not fair. Tommy keeps rubbing it on my face.”

There was another one where he talked about when he first liked you.

“I found this soundtrack, right, chat. And it was from this movie. I searched it up, watched it and just immediately it became one of my favourite films. They played one of the characters in it and I found out they wrote a song from the soundtrack that coincidentally is my favourite.”

The thing that got you though was when he complimented your singing and writing in the song that you wrote. You remembered being scared shitless for that particular role for two reasons. One, you never sang in front of that many people before and it made you nervous. Two, although you loved writing songs—you have a journal filled with unfinished songs—you didn’t think you had the ability to write one that was vital to your character’s arc.

“They have a very good voice in my opinion, no, a great voice actually. And that specific song was quite relatable for me—I’m pouring my heart out here, chat, and here you are calling me a simp. Fine, go ahead, call me a simp. I don’t care. Maybe I am a simp. What about it, chat?”

You thought it was really sweet how he thinks of you and you couldn’t help the slight fluttering in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach when his fans tell him that he has a crush. Also his cute smile didn’t help at all with the sensation growing inside you. Honestly, you could just watch a video of him smiling over and over again.

For days, you keep thinking about him which was frustrating and exciting in some way. You felt like a teenager again, crushing on a boy that smiled at you in passing. You haven’t told anyone about it, knowing that everyone was going to tease you if they knew and would try to convince you to reach out to him. You wanted to, badly even, but life in the spotlight has its ups and downs. You don’t want the paparazzi to be crowding and violating this man’s private life just for the sole reason of trying to find out who you might be dating next.

You were scrolling down YouTube again, filling the time as you sat down in the hair and makeup trailer, when you came across a band. From experience, artists you found on YouTube most of the time was your cup of tea so you clicked on the video titled ‘Taunt’ by Lovejoy. The already enjoyable song got more enjoyable when you saw the familiar face that had been invading your mind. You eyes grew wide, your head no longer bopping, and finally that feeling in your heart returned.

“Don’t smile too much. I’m doing your powder.” One of the makeup artist spoke, moving a brush across your cheeks.

“Oh shit, sorry Sloane.” Yet, you smiled again as the video plays out.

Sloane smirked, looking at your phone screen. “Know one of ‘em? Is that why you’re smiling all of the sudden?”

“I know that tone.” You glared at the older woman beside you. “And yes, I do know one of them if you must know.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the glasses and the hat. The tall one.”

Sloane leaned closer. “He’s cute.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re into him.”

“I did not say that I like him.”

“You didn’t have to.” Sloane pointed the brush she was holding at your face. “Your smile already did.”

~~

When you realized Wilbur Soot have a band, the obvious choice was to go on a rabbit hole of listening to their entire discography. It took a few listens but their songs grew on you and eventually made their way into your various playlists—some grew annoyed listening to you repeating their songs. Now that you found a perfect opportunity to try and talk to Wilbur, the only thing that’s left was the execution. You didn’t want to make it too obvious that you’re trying to reach this guy. You could only imagine the article they would write about and you didn’t need to be ask about “a mystery guy” when doing press junkets later on.

“What are you scared of? You’re just posting about this band that you like. You’ve done it a million times.” You said, trying to calm yourself.

With one last inhale and exhale, you began typing. Your heart beating vigorously with each letter that you pressed. It was incredibly ridiculous how nervous you were. You kind of wished someone was there to give you some emotional support but alas you were alone in your trailer.

“Okay, that’s good enough, I think. Not too long, not too short. All that’s left to do is post it.”

Your thumb hovered over the button, still contemplating whether or not this was the right choice. Maybe you should’ve chosen the lowkey route. Just slide into his DM’s like many of your friends did. What if he doesn’t see it? What if he doesn’t interact with it the way his friend Tommy did? What if he turns out to be an absolute dick? The possibilities were endless.

When the waiting and the doing absolutely nothing began eating you out, you decided it’s now or never.

“Fuck it.” You closed your eyes, pressed the button and the deed was done.

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