#TommyInnit x reader angst

[greyyson-but-no]

don't listen to them | tommyinnit

genre | fluff, slight angst

warnings | insecurities, a crying tommy, kissing and two 'i love you's, lowercase on purpose, unedited

pairing | tommyinnit x reader (you)

word count | 744 words

a/n | could this count as a blurb? shorter than usual but it was something quick i wrote yesterday and i just wanted to get it out as soon as possible. please continue sending in requests even though i'm shit at actually writing them, i promise i will get around to them asap [this is in no disrespect to molly in any way whatsoever]

sometimes, it could get too much. you knew that tommy had had bullying issues when he was in secondary and that led him to be a little self-conscious when the youtube/twitch career became huge but for the most part, he had handled it well. and anything that he hadn't, he had told you about and the two of you had gone through it together and had been fine.

it wasn't unusual for you to pop over uninvited, since you had the spare key to his flat and were seemingly more comfortable in his house that his own. what was unusual was that when you stepped inside and closed the door, you weren't greeted by a hyper tommy excited to see you. instead, silence.

"tom?" you called, waiting a few seconds, expecting him to come bounding around the corner, but greeted by nothing.

with furrowed eyebrows, you left the hall and went into his office, because maybe he was streaming? you always checked twitch before leaving and he hadn't been streaming, but he always could have started while you were on your way.

the lights were off. there were the string lights around the edge of the ceiling that were glittering softly but other than that the room was soaked in complete darkness. if he wasn't here, then you didn't know where he was. where he could have been. he wouldn't have been sleeping; it was four in the afternoon.

but there was a figure on the sofa. pushed up against the wall and curled into a small melancholy ball against the cushions. his eyes were closed, but he didn't have that sleeping look on his face that was the cutest thing ever. instead his eyebrows were furrowed, like he was frustrated from something. you wanted nothing more than to help him, whatever this was and whatever this meant. you hated seeing him like this.

"tommy? it's me.." you murmured, kneeling down against the side of the sofa and watching as he shook his head. "lovely, what's up?"

a small incoherent mumble came from him, but it wasn't an answer, nor the one you were looking for. ever so carefully, you grabbed his shoulders as turned him over so that he was facing you, hands moving up to his hair and combing through it softly, knowing it would comfort him somewhat.

"what are you..." you asked, trailing off when you saw the red in his eyes. your heart ached at the sight of him, you'd never seen him so broken and yet here he was.

"hi." he let out a half laugh, half sob and it broke your heart.

swallowing, you rubbed a hand against his cheek, pulling him up into a hug, arms around his neck, pulled as close as possible. you never wanted to let him go, you never wanted to see him like this again. you wanted to rid the world of every single possible problem that could possibly bother him. "god, tommy, what happened? y-" but you couldn't finish your sentence.

he shrugged. "i think i took a few comments too seriously, that's all."

"tom, we've spoken about this." you told him, still keeping your eyes soft as your hand still rested on his cheek, his palms wrapped around each arm, as if he was latched on for life. "you can't be looking at comments for too long."

"eh, i know, it was just too tempting." he explained, breaking eye contact and looking downwards instead. "you know what i'm like."

pulling his forehead down, you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and leant yours against his, smiling down at him. "you know none of them are right, yeah? you're brilliant, cute and fucking hilarious tommy, nothing they say against you is true."

"yeah, i know." he nodded, swallowing thickly. "just sometimes gets too much."

"that's fine. it's fine if you sometimes need to take a step back, just please, never let yourself get like this alone. message me, or give me a ring, please anything, i hate seeing you like this." you told him, telling the truth one hundred percent and watching as he smiled at you and nodded.

"i love you."

"love you too, honey." you softly kissed him. "wanna play something? what about the sims?"

tommy nodded, now grinning, the redness in his eyes slowly disappearing. "yeah! come on!" and he grabbed your hand pulling you up and surely to his office. everything would be okay. you couldn't help but smile at the returning grin on his lips.

[ax-y10]

I have an angsty fic.

It's essentially a Tommy & Wilbur (platonic) but it's hella angsty, and Y/n is dating Wilbur, and slimecicle, philza and ranboo are in the background of the fic.

it's angsty and I might cry writing it

[kingsleywrites]

You Can't Just Get Rid Of Them!

Tommyinnit x male reader (can be seen as romantic or platonic) Also possibly Tubbo x male reader (can also be seen as platonic or romantic)

CW: swearing

Angst to (slight) fluff

This takes place right as and after Jschlatt banishes Wilbur and Tommy after the L'manburg election.

M/N will be used (meaning male name)

H/N: Horse's name

"I REVOKE, WILBUR SOOT AND TOMMYINNIT'S CITIZENSHIP!" Schlatt's voice boomed and everyone began to panic with a few people punching and shoving Wilbur and Tommy away. M/N stood there, his body slightly shaking. 'This can't be real, no, Schlatt didn't, he wouldn't.' these thoughts ran rapidly in M/N's mind. He looked over at Tommy and Wilbur their faces looked completely devastated and confused. M/N clenched his fists and ran up and onto the podium where Schlatt and his subordinates were. "JSCHLATT!" M/N yelled, he was held back by Quackity. "You-You can't do that! Wilbur founded L'manburg! And Tommy is his right hand! You can't just get rid of them!"

"Last I checked, M/N, I am the president. Sorry emperor." Schlatt said getting closer to him. "No, no you're just a tyrant, hell bent on destroying this nation! We have fought too long and too hard for you to just throw it all away!" M/N pulled away from Quackity, getting even closer to Schaltt. They stared each other down for a few moments before Jschlatt spoke, turning around to face the crowd. "I suggest you hold your tongue or else you'll be joining them. Now get him out of my sight." Quackity grabbed M/N and threw him off of the podium. It wasn't enough for him to die but he sure as hell took a lot of damage. He could hear Wilbur yelling for Tommy to run, M/N wanted to run with them too but he couldn't as much as he hated Jschaltt he had to be here, for his country, his nation, he wouldn't leave L'manburg, not while Jschlatt was in rule, someone had to keep him from doing something stupid. 'Don't worry Wilbur, Tommy, I will find you guys and I will bring you home.'

Later that night

M/n sat on his bed with a bow in hand and a target across the room. He had already screamed and cried that night but he still had some pent up rage, so he was shooting arrows at a target, pretending it was Jschaltt's head. His door opened and he drew his bow, almost shooting it before he saw who it was. "Tubbo! You scared me." M/N lowered the bow, letting his arms relax. M/N could tell how tense Tubbo looked, the male was looking down at his shoes and fiddling with his fingers, M/N let out a sigh. "If it has something to do with Schlatt just tell me so we can get it over with."

"Schlatt wants to speak to you..." Tubbo's voice was soft and calm, probably trying to avoid M/N's outburst.

"HE-" M/N began to yell but stopped himself taking a deep breath and holding his head in his hands, slouching over. "Fine, Where is he?" M/N stood up.

"Follow me." The two walked out of M/N's house and onto the wooden path.

"Tubbo, if this is a trap, just remember that I will kill you."

"It isn't, I swear! He just told me to get you so you two could talk."

The two continued walking up until they reached a big building, they walked inside and began to climb the mountain of stairs, neither of them saying a word. When they get up to the top Tubbo opens up two big wooden doors and they walk inside. "Ah, M/N your here, welcome, welcome." Schlatt motions for Tubbo to go to him, which he abides by, standing beside Schlatt's desk. "What do you want Schlatt?" M/N says, shooting a glare at the man. "No need to be so hostile, I just want to ask you if you're enjoying Manburg."

"L'manburg." M/N puts emphasis on the L.

"Not anymore, you see this great country doesn't take L's, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme with the last President."

"We won our independence away from the SMP you were not there Schlatt you have no right to-" Jschlatt cut him off.

"You lost the war, the only reason why you even have independence in the first place is because Tommy played the hero and gave his dics to Dream."

Schlatt put his arms up and he had a crooked smile on his face. "But that's besides the point." He walked over to M/N, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"M/N you are an amazing fighter, you have the drive that this country needs in its army."

M/N tensed up and somehow he knew exactly what Schlatt wanted.

"I wanted to ask you to be my commanding officer, you will command Manburg's troops as we expand this great country!"

"Work under you? Ha! You're insane if you think I'll command your army." M/N pushed Schlatts hand off of his shoulder and took a step back from the male.

Jschlatt ran his finger through his hair and sighed. "It's fine, sometimes we all need a little bit of motivation." He snapped his fingers and Quackity walked up behind M/N, using one of his hands to grab onto M/N arm and twist it behind him, while his other hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing on two nerves so he wouldn't try and jerk away.

Jschlatt pulled a netherite axe from his inventory and threw it to George who caught it, grabbing Tubbo by the back of his hair and holding the axe to his throat.

"Tubbo!" M/N yelled and tried to run to him but Quackity pushed on the nerves more making his whole body ache and his eyes water.

"So, M/N! You have two options, You can do as I say, and nothing will happen to Tubbo, OR, you can not do as I say and then not only will you be missing Tommy, but you'll have to explain how you got poor Tubbo killed. So what'll it be." Schlatts smile grew and the tension in the air was thick.

M/N stood there dumbfounded. "You wouldn't.." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing. Tubbo took in a sharp breath as he felt the cold axe press against his throat, drawing a small amount of blood. M/N eyes shot over when he heard Tubbo and for a moment the whole world slowed down as he watched the blood drip farther down.

"Tick Tock, M/N I don't have all night, say, how long do you think it takes for someone to bleed out from the neck, a couple of minutes maybe?" Jschlatt taunted M/N. George's grip on the axe tightened and he went to put more pressure on Tubbo's neck before M/N's voice broke the silence.

"Don't! Just stop! I'll do it! Just don't hurt him!" M/N eyes watered as he looked between Tubbo's scared expression and Schlatt's crazed one. Jschlatt snapped his fingers and George took the axe away from Tubbo's neck and pushed him on the ground. Tubbo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Quackity let go of M/N and he fell to his knees before getting up and running over to Tubbo giving him a bear hug. M/N let go and began to inspect Tubbo's face "Oh my god, are you okay, let me see the cut." He lifted up his head only to see that it had stopped bleeding. "M/N, I'm fine." Tubbo's voice was once again calm. M/N helped him up and hugged him again, Schlatt's voice breaking the comfortable silence between the two. "So, M/N I'll see you tomorrow." His voice was still in a mocking tone. "Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy." M/N said with as much venom as he could muster in his voice.

"Come on Tubbo, let's go." Despite Tubbo needing no assistance to walk, he kept an arm around the boy, looking back at the three as they left the room. The door closed leaving the room in complete silence. George looked at the axe that was still in his hand, the tip slightly covered in blood. "You were prepared to kill Tubbo, right then and there, correct?" George eyed Schlatt who was looking out of a big window that overlooked the newly renamed Manburg. "I was willing to do whatever it took to get that boy to comply."

"You do know that it was a stupid idea to have M/N join, you know how close he is to Tommy, there's no way that he won't try and steal secrets to give to them."

"Of course I know that I'm not dumb! What I need is to be able to keep an eye on him. How can I do that if he isn't working for me?"

"And Tubbo? You don't think he won't try to communicate with Wilbur and Tommy."

"George, Quackity, I am counting on their betrayal."

M/N lightly dabbed disinfectant on Tubbo's neck, him slightly wincing at the contact. "M/N, you don't have to do this, I'll be fine without you helping me."

M/N got up and threw the cloth he used into a cauldron filled with water to be washed later, grabbing a small bandage. "I know you'll be fine without all of this but, I need to, it's my fault that you have this cut in the first place, if I had just said okay to Schlatt instead of being stubborn then maybe that whole fiasco could've been avoided." M/N sat back down, looking at the bandage in his hands.

Tubbo placed a hand on M/N's. "There was no way either of us could've known what Jschlatt was planning, you can't beat yourself up for that. I'm okay, I didn't die, and even if I did I still have another life. I would have been okay."

M/N looked up at Tubbo, his eyes were glossy but he had a small smile on his face. "Still, I started to fix you up, so let me finish." Tubbo let out a small laugh and lifted his chin, allowing M/N to put the bandage on his neck.

M/N looked out his window and saw how dark the clouds began to look in the night sky. "You should probably start to head home now, it looks like it might rain." Tubbo looked out of the window and nodded. The two stood up and M/N led him to the door, opening it up for him and allowing him to step out into the night. "Hey Tubbo?" M/N called out and the boy turned around. "Thank you... for saying that it wasn't my fault, I really needed to hear that."

Tubbo smiled. "You're welcome." M/N walked up to him and gave him one last hug for the night.

"Stay safe okay?"

"Okay, I will."

The two separated and M/N walked back to his house, glancing at Tubbo one last time as he walked further and further down the path. He closed the door to his house and his smile dropped, he walked over to his chest and opened one, pulling out a glowing netherite chest plate. He stared at his reflection for a moment before putting on the chest plate as well as other pieces of armor. M/N grabbed a cloak that was hanging by his bed and put it on, it hid most of the armor as well as the sword that was at his side. He placed his bow on his back and thunder crashed making him look out to his window. It had already started to rain.

M/N walked out of his house and over to his horse that was shaking its head every time too much water would get on (his/her) face. He untied the lead from the horse's reins and hopped on their back. "Come on, H/N, let's go find Tommy and Wilbur."

The two traveled down the path all the way back to the podium where Tommy and Wilbur were declared banished from L'manburg and were shoved out. "Where did you two go." M/N mumbled. M/N pulled the reins making the H/N turn in the direction where he saw them run. "Hiya!" M/N lightly squeezed the sides of H/N making the horse gallop into the woods. The further that M/N got into the woods the denser the trees got, making it nearly impossible to even walk with his horse. M/N pulled out a lead and tied them to a tree making sure to surround the horse in a bit of cobblestone, just as a safety precaution.

He continued the journey on foot, occasionally looking down at the mud to see if he could see any footprints. As he continued walking he saw a small clearing in the woods. Someone was here. He could see the faint outline of the freshly blown out torches. He saw light coming from behind him but before he could turn around a voice spoke. M/N whipped his head around to see Wilbur and Tommy standing in front of him. "M/N?" Wilbur questions upon seeing the boy. "How did you-?" M/N cut him off by running past him and engulfing Tommy in a hug.

"Oh my god, Tommy are you alright?" M/N stopped hugging Tommy but both of his hands were still on his shoulders. "I'm fine, M/N, but how did you find us?"

"I just took off in a straight line from where you two ran." He said with a small laugh. Wilbur cleared his throat, "So I see you only came here to see Tommy?"

M/N let go of Tommy and hugged Wilbur. "No, I just care about him more."

"It's nice to see you again, M/N."

The sound of thunder and lightning flashed in the sky making the three turn their attention to the rain, which was coming down heavier by the minute. "Let's go inside, before the rain comes down even more." Wilbur suggested. The 3 walked into the small dirt shack, Tommy and M/N sitting on the bed and Wilbur leaning against the crafting table.

"Nice little shack you got here." M/N said jokingly

"Hey! Just because Pogtopia is small, doesn't mean that we aren't a great nation."

"Pogtopia?"

"That's what Tommy wanted to name this, he said it was another name for L'manburg, speaking of, what's going on there?"

M/N put his head in his hands, lightly tugging at his hair. "Schlatt has been in power for not even 24 hours and everything has gone to shit, he claims himself to be the emperor, Quackity and George are his vice presidents, Tubbo-" M/N sighs. "Tubbo is his right hand. He can't do or say anything with that asshole's approval!"

Tommy and Wilbur looked at each other with sorrowful eyes. M/N hands drop, his arms resting on his legs. "Tonight... before I came here, Schlatt he-he tried to kill Tubbo."

"What?! Why? Is Tubbo okay?" Tommy questioned raising his voice in distress.

"Tubbo is fine, his neck is cut up a little, that's all."

"What made Schlatt want to kill Tubbo?" Wilbur asked softly.

"He wanted me to be his commanding officer and command his troops as we quote expand this great country. If I didn't say yes, he would've had Tubbo killed with no hesitation, I couldn't let that happen."

Tommy hugged M/N who hugged him back trying not to let the stress tears fall. "It's going to be okay M/N, we'll be okay, we'll get L'manburg back."

M/N let go of Tommy, though his hands still rested on his shoulders. "Tommy, Schlatt changed the name, it's no longer L'manburg, it's Manburg. He said that this country doesn't take L's. Wilbur, he said that it was a reoccurring theme with the last president."

"What? He-he can't do that Wil, can he?"

"He is the elected emperor, technically speaking, yes."

"And what you're just gonna let Schlatt take your name and rake it through the mud?!"

"My name had been through enough-"

"Well I don't have your name and we don't have any time to waste so if you just let me-" Wilbur was the one to cut Tommy off this time.

"No we won't do that, end of discussion.'

The shack went silent for a moment before Wilbur spoke with a small sigh.

"The rain stopped, I think it would be best for you to start heading back M/N before the sun comes up and people get suspicious." M/N nodded and stood up. "I'll walk you out." Tommy said with a small smile.

The two boys walked out of the shack. The smell of rain was still in the air and in the silence you could hear water dripping from the leaves on the trees.

"I'm sorry about what just happened its just-" Tommy was cut off by M/N placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tommy, It's okay, you both are under a lot of stress and I understand that fights can break out in stressful moments." M/N had a small smile on his face that warmed Tommy's heart.

M/N's hand retracted from Tommy's shoulder and back to his side, M/N went to walk away but Tommy grabbed his wrist.

"Wait!" The two looked at each other for a moment, Tommy fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his hand still wrapped around M/N's wrist.

"Can-Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." M/N turned around to face Tommy, whose hand never left M/N's wrist, it wasn't a tight grip but it was comfortable enough that they didn't feel the need to immediately move away.

"I-" he paused for a moment trying to form the right sentence. "The reason why me and Wil got into the fight was because, I want to try and get Technoblade on our side."

M/N was stunned for a moment "The Technoblade? You want him, to help us?" Tommy nodded.

"Do you think he'll do it?" Tommy shrugged. "He's a strong fighter and a great strategist, he could be what we need to help beat Schlatt!" A smile grew on Tommy's face as he spoke.

"I'm assuming Wilbur doesn't like the idea of getting the blade to help?"

"They have beef from the past so I think he's hesitant."

"Tommy, I trust your judgment, if you can convince Technoblade, to be on our side, I'll stand by your decision."

"Seriously?!" M/N nodded. "Yes! I won't let you down M/N! I'll convince him!" Tommy had a huge grin on his face and pulled M/N into another hug, which he reciprocated.

"I have to get back Tommy, I do need sleep for whatever the hell happens tomorrow." M/N said with a light laugh, pulling away from Tommy.

"Alright, get some sleep, I'll see ya later M/N!"

M/N walked away, waving to Tommy until he reached the forest.

"Bye Tommy, and good luck." M/N said softly as he turned around, pulling his hood up and walking deeper into the forest.

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Wow! First writing done! I hope you all liked it if you got this far, if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes feel free to comment them, I am open to constructive criticism as I do want to improve my writing.

Word Count: 3195

[ghostlysenses]

I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the waiting fanfic cause I just read it and I neeeeeed quackity and tommy to go and confront Karl and Sapnap cause I feel like that would be sad and angsty at the same time

if you don’t want to that’s fine but I really just need to know what would happen

😘💕

oh?! Id love tooo!!

Why weren’t you there!!!

Tw: Angst, Confrontation, go read part 1

Quackity abruptly stood up, tears still streaming down his face, fists balled up in anger “I need to find them tommy…”

Tommy looked up at him, he had no idea what to say

“do you uhh, want me to come with…?”

Quackity had thought about it, he doesn’t think tommy can help with this, its a family matter after all, so instead he said

“How about you stay here, gather all of her things and take them back to Los Nevada”

Tommy nods, and with that Quackity leaves

It took him awhile to find them both, but eventually he found it

Kinoko Kingdom

and looked over it with rage

it filled him head to toe

~~~Meanwhile, with Tommy~~~

Tommy had first removed your corpse and had buried it right next to your Papas house

He then went back and looked through your room

He found old photos

he doesn’t think this family will ever look that happy again.

He starts putting things in boxes, well whatever isn’t overgrown by nature

~~~~Back to Papa!~~~~

As Quackity stepped up to them, looking like he was ready to kill, sapnap and karl stared back

“Quackity? what are you doing here” Sapnap

“Did you forget something?” Quackity asks

Both of his ex lovers stare in confusion

as he takes out a frog key

“Do you know what this is?! DONT YOU BOTH HAVE ONE?!” He shouts, with so much anger his voice is a little raspy

As Karl stares in confusion

Sapnaps eyes

SNAP!

wide open

he did forget something….someone….very important

~~Tommy!~~

He found a small picture book

You on Karls shoulders, hands up in the air!

It seemed like you were all at the beach, sunny aspect, ur hair was up in pigtails, and well the bath suit all might be dead give aways

Another photo hand you grabbing onto Quackity and pointing to a duck, ironic.

he can imagine you yelling QUACK!!! QUACK!!!

at your papa.

The next page had one of you and sapnap, u were running away with his headband. It looked like he was just about to grab you too!

He turned the next page but some was covered by moss, he tried to recover what he could but

man can’t beat nature

He set it down in the box, and went to the record player.

~~Fathers~~

“We..forgot someone?” Karl says tilting his head, quackity glared at him. When sapnap was snapped back to reality he finally spoke

“Oh my god…how lo-“

“a long time, to long, even after death she….she stayed and waited…”

Sapnap pulled out his key, they always had it in their pockets…how could they forget someone so important, their own child ffs!!

He walks over to quackity and tries to hand it to him

but he refuses

“Quackity just take it, we forgot her, we dont dese-“

“You have just as a right to be upset as I do, but y/n would not want you to wallow like this, She doesn’t blame you….I think she just wanted to see someone one more time.” He pushed the key back to him

Sapnap stared at him, tears in his eyes

Quackity smiled….

W

H

A

M

Quackity looked at his fist, bloody from Sapnaps now bloody nose.

As Sapnap landed on his back

Quackity bent down and grabbed the key “But I do blame you” he spits at him, with venom lacing his tongue.

He walked away

leaving a sad and angry sapnap

and a very confused and worried Karl

~~~~With tommy!!~~~~

Tommy had just about finished up packing up everything.

It was nearing sunset.

He set down one last empty box (He brings them back and forth) and heads over to your bed.

He’s packing pillows, blankets, and some plushies.

He sees that some look familiar, he thinks he’s seen you walking around with these.

They were like comfort items.

He doesnt want these getting into dreams hands, or any of your stuff…that could damage Quackity really bad.

He’ll have to tell Quackity to hide it all..

Once he’s done packing he looks around and suddenly…

the room seems

L

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h

t

e

r

Like a weight has been lifted, or a tension is now gone.

He feels better too, he doesnt know how to explain it but it feels good.

Happiness?

Relief?

…..

Closure..?

Either way-

He sighs with content before grabbing the box and heading outside

he turns and takes one final look at the house

and to be honest

he likes to think

y/n felt, whatever he did, too…

[59candelas]

November Snow-Tommyinnit x !Reader

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

Genre: 🥀Angst-Fluff🌷

Characters: Tommyinnit, Reader.

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

POV: Mostly 2nd person.

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

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“I DON’T FUCKING CARE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Time Skip To Sleeping

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

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

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

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Time Skip To The Coffee Shop

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

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

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

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

“Hi..”

He waited a moment before responding.

“Hey.”

“How are you, Toms…?”

“I’m…fine.”

“O-okay.”

You then started.

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

“…”

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

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

“Brrr. Its cold out here.”

You said.

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

“Well that explains it.”

“Here.”

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

“Th-Thanks, Toms.”

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

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

“Look! A snowflake!”

You shouted.

“Snow? In November?”

Tommy questioned.

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

“Tommy! Come on!”

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

“I love you Toms.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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

-59Candelas

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

[agloph]

Tumblr I just got this damn app when I want Tommyinnit angst I don’t fucking mean Tommyinnit X Reader or Y/N and that weird pick me cheesy shit like “how DSMP members react to you flinching in an argument” no. Fuck that… edit, Twitter is better than this tbh

[poraphia]

I saw some of your posts about Tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains and I had never heard of it and now I’ve finished it in a day lol. Could you do a hero reader x siren where the hero reader knows Wilbur and siren knows the civillian reader and one day they’re in a battle and realisation and emotional shit goes on. I’ll leave you to decide what happens and whether someone dies :)

"Slow Your Breathing, Look At Me."

pairing • clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader 1958 words • 9.24.23 containing • depictions of weapons, deep wounds, broken ribs, angst, wilbur and reader are heartbroken my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"Tell me you're not Siren. Tell me I'm not just some hero that fell in love with a supervillain."

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“WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LET THEM GET AWAY!” Dream growled. Before he could utter another word, he used his telekinesis to throw a car at the flying Zephyrus.

The Syndicate had robbed the most successful and popularly known bank in L’manburg. Not only was it the bank thousands of citizens used, but it was also where most heroes got their paychecks. Meaning that there was the risk of the supervillains knowing the heroes’ identities. This caused headquarters to send out what Heroes we had available to fight against the Syndicate. Funnily enough, we were only fighting against the grand trio: Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus. The other heroes were on the hunt to find the other runaway supervillains who were previously on the scene.

I dodged through Blade’s sharp attacks, using my power of slowing down time to know exactly where his edges would land.

“Haste! I need your help!” I whipped my head around to find Rewind on the concrete. His leg was bleeding out from a nasty slice that nearly ripped to his bones.

“I got you!” I exclaimed. I sped past through the battles and bloodshed, narrowly dodging the flap of feathers and the muffled sound of a honey voice. The world around me was blurry, and I could only make out the figure of Rewind’s body heaving on the pavement. Once I was close enough, I picked up Rewind, holding him close, before carefully speeding past through the fighting yet again. I burst through the doors of a nearby building before running up the stairs as swiftly as I could. In a matter of seconds, we were by Supreme’s side. Supreme patted on the laid-out cushion he had set out before I placed Rewind down.

“Agh, I’m never going to get used to that…” He groaned, softly chuckling. I plopped down next to him as Supreme proceeded with his healing process.

“Pff, you’re going to be okay,” I reassured. He turned to me, a curious tilt turning his head.

“Hey, Haste, how do you control your powers anyway? If that isn’t a complicated answer—” He hissed in pain, feeling the alcohol sting his skin as Supreme cleaned his wound.

“Sorry!” Supreme quickly apologized.

“N-No worries—!” Rewind said through gritted teeth. I softly chuckled at his antics.

“Well, it was kind of a hard process. It took a lot of training to individually control my own speed separate from the world’s speed.” I explained. “It used to be ‘Oh I’m slow and everyone slow!’ or vice versa. But now it’s like… The whole world can be slow and I’m super speed! And if I’m ever holding someone, they can see what I’m seeing too!” I shrugged.

“Wow, I didn’t know it worked like that!” Rewind exclaimed, excitement seeping into his voice. I smiled, flattered that he took an interest in my powers.

“You’re all patched up Rewind! Be more careful next time.” Supreme said, dusting off his hands. We both looked down, not even realizing that the wound was already fully healed. “Thanks for sticking around to talk to him again, Haste. You know how squirmish Rewind can get when he’s not distracted.”

“Hey! Not true—!”

A loud crash interrupted Rewind’s banter. I stumbled over to the edge of the tower, only to see 404 throwing blades at Dream whilst Flame zapped fire under his feet. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I sped down the stairs in a blurry haze before running across the street to tackle 404 down. “What was the command?!” I nearly demanded out of 404.

“It was only for me and Flame! He told us to take down Dream!” He explained briefly, but before he could say anymore, he pushed me off and his focus regained on Dream. Blade’s swords nearly slammed against me as I was about to get up. With speed, I was able to narrowly dodge my guts being spilled. I stumbled back onto my feet, running toward 404 and Flame. I looked behind me, realizing that Blade and Zephyrus were escaping. From the rooftops, I saw Rewind and Felis chasing after them. Turning back around, I realized that Dream was locked onto Siren, who was attempting to make his escape.

“Dream! I’ll cover for you, just get Siren!” I shouted, drawing out my shield. I swiftly ran in front of them, blocking both of them. Flame created a fire in his palms before nearly engulfing me in his creations. I pushed through the heat with my shield, only to be welcomed with daggers flying at me left and right. I slowed down time, carefully taking in how each dagger flew before brushing past each source of danger. I returned time to normal, waiting for their next moves.

A loud thud and a yelp of pain could be heard behind me. As I turned around, I noticed that Dream had Siren pinned against a building. Dream’s hand was raised as he pushed Siren’s body against the concrete, creating cracks surrounding him. I briefly looked back again to clear my way out of 404 and Flame’s attacks but I returned my gaze to the supervillain and hero. Dream was now close to him, a finger etching under his blindfold.

In one quick moment, Dream ripped the blindfold off of his face, and without realizing it, I was slowing down the world to near its max.

No.

No.

No…

I stood in the middle of the street, paralyzed.

The man I had met only a few months ago at a coffee shop.

The man who sat at my table one chilly autumn day after being relentlessly teased by his brother.

The man who I started developing a crush on and would blush when he would order my coffee for me.

He was here,

And he was Siren.

I felt my body charge up with speed, and without thinking, I was running at Dream and Wilbur headfirst. I tackled Dream down, making him lose his power over Wilbur before grabbing Wil and running with him in my arms. Despite the man being nearly double my height, the adrenaline told me I could bench fifty more of him if I had to. I eventually found an empty alleyway to hide in for the time being. As I stumbled into the space, the energy started to drain out of me. Time resumed back to normal as I carefully placed down Wil. I sat myself down in front of him, nearly collapsing. He only groaned in pain, weakly clutching at his ribs.

“Please… Wilbur…” I mumbled through heaving breaths. “Tell me you’re not in front of me right now…”

He didn’t speak. That action alone felt like taking my heartstrings and wrapping them around my neck. My head raced with a thousand thoughts at once, and barely any of them were comprehensive. I just wanted to know what holy being up there in the sky decided that this was my fate. That I had to be a hero in love with a supervillain. I felt sick to my stomach. Without a word, I got up, towering over the frail man. I raised a fist, causing Siren to instinctively start echoing his demand.

“Haste, go—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Wilbur!” I angrily ripped off my mask, throwing it down on the ground. “It’s fucking me! It’s (y/n), you piece of shit!” I felt the tears threatening to spill out, and for once, I let them. Gradually, they cascaded down my cheek and onto the concrete near where Wil’s foot rested.

“(y-y/n)..?” He asked, barely mustering the courage to go above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes refusing to leave his giant, glossy ones. My heart was pounding against my chest as if it threatened to break out and punch Wilbur in his stupid face.

I didn’t know how to feel. I felt anger, shock, heartache, confusion, and distress all at once. As I was absorbed in my head, I didn’t realize his hand was etching toward mine, quietly wrapping his hand around my index finger as he sooth my knuckles with his thumb. I shook my head and looked at him.

“I— I didn’t know this would happen. I’m sorry— I didn’t know either. Oh God, this is all my fault.” He stumbled through his own trembling words. “Dream is probably on the lookout for you now. Y-You need to kill me! I don’t want you to get in trouble!” He cried. I stepped back, shocked at his pleas.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Wil?! I don’t care that I’m in trouble right now, I need to get you to safety!” I yelled back, frustrated. “Contact your healer— Apollo, was it? I-I could hold back Dream I just need you to make it out here alive.” I drew out my shield again, causing Wil to nearly lunge at my legs. He only groaned in pain as he landed near my feet, but he held on tight to my ankles.

“No, (y/n)! He already saw you save me. He’s going to hurt you—!” Wil clutched at his chest again, hissing out swears. “Please, I’m not going to lose you!” He cried. I looked down at him. My chest tightened at the sight of him desperately pleading for my life, despite his broken ribs and body. I crouched down in front of him to stroke his untamed hair. His heaving slowed down as my fingers soothed him ever so slightly.

I sighed, looking at him. “Consider this my resignation from the Heroes of L’manburg. If I have to be put up against someone that I consider one of my closest friends, then call me a villain or weak, but I would never take your life under any circumstances.”

Wilbur paused in his movements. His grip on me started to loosen as I stepped back. “Again, Wil, contact your healer.” He lifted his head up to face me. Tears were running down his face with the expression of a puppy who got kicked in the stomach. I smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll see you at the coffee shop next week, okay? I…”

I wanted to say the three words. The words I had been begging to say the moment I realized that I could imagine a future with this man. Instead, I bit my lip and exited out of the alleyway and onto the street.

“Oh, Dream~!” I sang out. “Guess who’s fucking resigning!” I twirled on one foot, flaunting myself as the ultimate distraction. I gritted my teeth and inhaled sharply, finally letting the anger boiling inside of me out.

“COME AT ME YOU SMILEY BITCH!”

Wilbur was sprawled out in the alleyway. His hand shook as he reached to click on his earpiece. Immediately he was met by the worried voice of his brother.

“Siren! Siren, where the fuck are you?!” Apollo shouted.

“I’m in an alleyway a few blocks from where the fight originally was. Dream crushed my ribs and nearly saw my identity.” Wil gasped out.

“Oh, for fucks sake man,” Apollo mumbled. “Okay, I’m turning back around! I’ll see you in a moment!”

“W-Wait,” Wil stuttered. “Get the others too. We’re going to need them.”

“Huh, why?” Apollo asked, concern glossing in his voice. Wil, in turn, chuckled as he flipped his body over. His eyes were fixated on the stars twinkling in the night sky.

“Let’s just say, we have a new supervillain we’ll need help smuggling in.”

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a / n ~ hey hey heyyy hope you guys enjoyed this little angsty thing. i've been writing a lot of angst haven't i? oh well. i am flying through these requests! notes of all kind are super duper appreciated!!

[sammyluser]

ℐntroducing ; SammyLuser

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𝓒ontent creators I do write for ˆ𐃷ˆ

Quackity (my favorite:3)

Ranboo

Tommyinnit

Tubbo

Philza (platonic only)

Slimecicle

Schlatt

Sapnap

Cellbit

Roier

(this are the ones I mostly watch, but if you want another one I’ll try to investigate a bit more about them to write your request!)

𝓑oundaries

— NO female reader, I am trans 💔 I don’t feel comfortable writing for female readers. I’ll write for gn or male readers (I rarely use pronouns on my works)

— I WON’T WRITE FOR Dream and Georgenotfound. I don’t like them, I have my reasons, sorry 🫶

— I ALSO WRITE about their DSMP/QSMP characters

— SMUT DEPENDS A LOT. I mostly don’t write.

— requests are open!! And I’ll try to answer as soon as possible :3

𝓜asterlist by now (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

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𝓟urple : fluff

𝓟ink : angst

𝓕ics / 𝓢eries

nothing yet..

𝓗eadcannons

Quackity x ftm! philza’s son! reader

Ranboo x gn/male! reader

𝓞ne shots

nothing yet..

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[modelbus]

YOOOO MODDLEE

yeah I did it again.

(Help I have a problem of disappearing into thin air)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PART THREE OF CUT CHAOS SHEBSJNSUH

you said you would write 500 chapters.. but like obviously exaggerating..? (Kiddinggg)

tho a few more couldn’t hurt..

juuuust saying if you ever feel like it I will eventually see it and it will eventually make my week. <3333

BUT THATS NOT WHY WE ARE HERE! (I’m sorry my requests are always so long and dramatic bro I just brain like that)

Actual request:

ok so like I knowww cut chaos started from rumours but like rumours are an easy way to start plot lines k? (Also I use she pronouns out of habit but they is pog too)

the friends in question: Tommyinnit (duh), Wilbur (moosic boi), Ranboo (generation loss trauma guy), Possibly Slimecicle?? I know he’s not someone you do requests for normally buttt if you’re okay with it that would be POG, or if slime is a no, tubbo!

SO a few months ago Y/N started working on an SMP with some minimal custom mods, some fancy texture packs, maybe some data packs, and its like this BIGGG project, BUT its not public and its taking a lot of her time, so she can only really do a few streams and most of the time because her schedule is so full its hard to work out streams with friends so, she is alone. with the internet being the internet people started to think something was up, some annoyed viewers made a few rumours and people kept making things up and escalating things until people were saying she did all sorts of horrible things to “lose all her friends” but one of the most popular theories was that she was emotionally abusing them (??? Internet wildin ig) she ignored them while mostly finishing the stuff for the smp, but decided to address it in a very- y/n way. Getting four friends to come to her house and hide slightly off camera while she made a purposefully bad apology video only for them to jump out at the end and her to stand up and be like “YALL REALLY THOUGHT I WAS SOME MASTER MANIPULATOR?! I’M JUST A FUNKY LITTLE CHAOTIC MINECRAFT GOBLIN N’ I’VE BEEN WORKING ON AN SMP THIS WHOLE TIME!! ITS GONNA BE SUPER COOL AND THESE FOUR PLUS ALOOOOT MORE PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE THERE I’M POSTING THE CREATORS SOON AND ITS LAUNCHING IN A MONTH!, SO STOP ASSUMING I’M A BAD PERSON AND GET PUMPED BITCHES!” something along those lines, maybe at the end a little peek at what people are responding with. (Obviously no pressure, but like id be cool) (thanks for considering deity of the busses and models.)

HOW WE LIKING THE SILLIES?!?

P.S I’m not always an angst gremlin (just most of the time..) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon

I DO BE LIKING THE SILLIES (and thank you for elevating me to the level of deity, my ego has been inflated)

Pairing: Cc! Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Charlie Slimecicle x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Roaring Rumors

Life was all about sacrifices.

Or, that’s what you keep telling yourself when you’re up at 1AM working on your server. Putting together an SMP is harder than it sounds; texture packs, data packs, comparability, world-building, even the (seemingly) simply act of contacting people to play on it. For the amount of time you spent on your computer, your hands might as well be part of your keyboard.

Sleep wasn’t the only thing you sacrificed. Streaming, even just fun ones with your friends, had quickly became rare. Although you loved to hop on a call while coding still, your online presence had severely receded.

You just keep telling yourself that sacrifices are necessary. That the payoff would be worth it.

And it really would be, but you just had to get there first. Which was proving harder than you had thought.

At the very least, you still had your friends. Wilbur sitting silently on call with you while you work, Tommy dragging you out of your room, Ranboo always willing to get excited over your progress. Every day you woke up with a text from your groupchat—typically Charlie—just filling you in on the latest internet trend by a meme.

Today, your news comes from Wilbur and Tommy.

“I think they’re canceling you.” Wilbur says casually while you’re in the midst of detailing the hunger bar for a texture pack.

“Ooh, you’re a wrong’un!” Tommy yells in the background of Wilbur’s side of the call.

The three of you had been idly chatting while each doing your own thing. Wilbur and Tommy were engaged in some Twitter competition, as far as you know.

“Canceling me for what?” You ask, deciding to ignore Tommy’s shouting.

“Existing, I think.” Wilbur answers.

���So the normal.”

“The normal.”

Although the conversation stops there, you can’t help yourself. Later, during one of the few hours you dedicate to getting sleep to stay alive, you pull open Twitter on your phone. Your last tweet was nearly two weeks ago, so it’s been a minute.

But you just want to make sure nothing horrible happened while you were busy. You’re a content creator, this is normal. Definitely. You definitely aren’t just justifying this so you can do it.

You swipe through tweets, heading to trending and searching your name. Tweets load, making your mouth run dry. Wilbur wasn’t joking.

All you can do is scroll, reading as the messages get wilder and wilder. From people saying they were missing you to theories on why nobody was streaming you. Each one seemed considerably more implausible, and before you know it you’re glaring at your screen like it’s to fault.

Some thought you had grown apart.

Some thought you had a falling out.

And, apparently, a lot thought you were emotionally abusing them. Or, depending on the tweet, manipulating them.

Quite honestly, you didn’t even know how they got the idea. The long threads of explanations did nothing but send you into a spiral, biting your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds.

You were so close to finishing the SMP. It needed just a few things, then you'd be able to start scheduling to get it up and running. You didn't have the time nor mental capacity to deal with whatever the fuck is going on right now.

Is it a good choice? Maybe not. But do you still ignore the accusations? Hell yes.

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By the time you get even closer to finishing the preparations for your SMP, you've come up with the perfect plan to address the (quite stupid) rumors. It'll be a two-in-one; you address the rumors and announce the SMP at the same time.

"How long do I have to lay on this floor?" Tommy asks, stretched out behind your chair.

"Nobody asked you to lay on the floor." Wilbur points out, standing next to your computer. Charlie, on the other side, laughs.

"Yeah man, you wanted to be down there."

"Besides, I'm doing great down here!" Ranboo chimes in.

You roll your eyes, grinning. "I'm about to start stream, so it won't be for much longer. Just wait for my cue, yeah?"

Tommy grumbles, but shuts up. You take that as your chance to start the stream, switching it off your waiting screen and waving to the camera. Your chosen stream title has brought in a bit more than your usual casual steam view number, "Talking about some serious stuff," leading people to believe there will be drama. And if it's drama they want, it's drama you'll give.

"Hello, hello!" You smile, leaning back. "So I've decided to talk about some things. Namely, the Twitter shit. I am so sorry for everything, and I mean that. A lot. Sincerely. There's meaning in it."

Tommy snorts, and from the corner of your eye you catch Wilbur kick him to shut him up.

"What am I sorry about?" You ask rhetorically, acting like you read it off of chat. "Oh, you know. People have been saying all types of stuff. The things about me manipulating my friends?" There's a pause while you let that sink in. "So, I'm sorry."

It's a purposefully shitty apology, but you sigh and act like its heartfelt for a few moments, nodding towards chat. Their messages are mostly confused, especially because it isn't one emote-only.

"Sorry you guys are so gullible!" You shout, and Tommy practically tackles you.

Wilbur's the one to fix your chair, Ranboo and Charlie appearing next to you within moments.

"You guys really thought this one could manipulate me? The master?" Charlie asks the stream, pointing at you.

"Yeah!" Tommy shouts, way too energetic for someone who complained five minutes ago about being on the floor. "We're the master manipulators! Get fooled!"

"I, for one, haven't manipulated anyone-" Ranboo starts, but Tommy slaps a hand over his mouth and nods empathetically.

"Yeah, I don't know what you guys were thinking, but I've just been playing fucking Minecraft for the past few months nonstop." You laugh.

"Nonstop. It's a problem." Wilbur nods.

"It is not a problem!" Pause. "Anyways, I made an SMP! And that's where I've been! Not because I've been manipulating my friends or some shit, stop being dumbasses."

"It'll be super cool!" Ranboo adds in helpfully.

"These four-"

"That's us!" Charlie points around at himself, Wilbur, Tommy, and Ranboo.

"-will be on it, plus a lot more. It'll be posting those people soon! As in, check your Twitter obsessively guys! The SMP will be in about a month, too, so get fucking excited! I want to see some hype!"

"WOO!" Tommy screams, making everyone cringe at having their eardrums ruptured.

"So that's all I wanted to talk about I think. Anything to add, guys?" You glance around at the four surrounding you with a grin.

"One thing." Charlie nods, leaning in really close. "I have a secret. This SMP, it's actually-" He hits your end stream button mid-sentence. "And that's how you keep 'em interested."

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Ycgmaenthusist NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP

Mammalianeighingreflecenthusiest We are dumb as fuck aren’t we

Poabsenthusiest i will RIOT IN THE STREETS if any of yall be mean to MY STREAMER -> Cmwylenthusist FR I GOT TWO FISTS AND A CAUSE

[shubblelive]

— SOURCE MATERIAL

summary : tommy’s plan to get you and wilbur back together doesn’t work. fortunately, you don’t need it. a quiet christmas party, joni mitchell and a little bit of alcohol works just fine.

genre : fluff with some angst peppered here and there

warnings : mentions of a breakup, alcohol/drinking (one mention of being drunk in the past, no one’s drunk in the fic), swearing, very minor panic attack, tommy being a little shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur x ex girlfriend!reader

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit (tommy and will are the only creators with dialogue),cc!phil + kristin (mentioned), cc!ranboo (mentioned), cc!tubbo (mentioned), cc!james marriott (mentioned), cc!aimsey (mentioned)

word count : 4.3k

note : christmas fic christmas fic christmas fic!!! december is one of my favourite times of the year and suddenly i am so inspired like i haven’t written anything in ages but december rolls around and boom here’s a 4k wilbur fic. thank you to carrie for letting me yell at her about this fic.

it wasn’t unusual for tommy to call you and ask for a ride home. he would catch an uber somewhere and sometimes he’d go to book one home and the nearest car would be over an hour away, so if his parents were busy he turned to the next best thing; his siblings. 

the internet was well aware of the younger boy’s habit of adopting older creators as family members. phil and kristin were his parents, and you and wilbur were his older siblings, and you were more than happy to give him lifts whenever you were free. 

“can you come pick me up?”

“hello to you too, tommy.” you had just ended your stream, and were processing the footage for editing to go on your youtube channel. “where are you?”

“i’m about twenty minutes from your place, i can text you the address.” tommy answered. “please?”

you were already putting on your coat. “alright, send me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

“you’re a life-saver, atom,” tommy said. you huffed at the nickname, given to you because “you barely matter” as tom had joked one afternoon a few months ago. before you could respond, he had hung up.

“shithead,” you pocketed your phone and bent down to tie your laces. your phone vibrated in your pocket, probably tommy with the address. you pulled it out one handed as you tightened your shoes. without looking, you copied the address into google maps and pressed enter, putting it on your dashboard mount. 

it should have clicked when you passed the dive bar you used to frequent. it should have clicked when you passed the corner shop.  it should have clicked when you passed the ginger stray you used to pet on your walk to the corner shop. perhaps you were in denial, but you didn’t register where you were until you were parked in front of the building.

you were nervous when you’d first moved in there. you had lived in the same shitty flat since uni, and when wilbur had tentatively asked you to to move in with him you had your doubts. not because you didn’t love will, no that was the least of your issues. you just didn’t want to step on his toes, it was his place after all. you were hesitant to bring your things in, feeling guilty when wilbur’s novels were moved to make room for your plants, when he had to install another rack to hold all your shoes, when you had come home from the bakery and found wilbur had swapped out his sheets for a set of yours. but over time, wilbur had eased you into it, and soon it was just as much your place as it was his. 

now it was just his again. it hadn’t been yours for nearly a year, and yet when you pulled into the strip of parking you had to consciously go to the ‘guests’ section. you took your phone off the dock, your knee jumping up and down as you called tommy. he didn’t answer. you texted him. and again. then you called a second time, leaving him a desperate voicemail. fifteen minutes went by and tommy hadn’t even read any of your texts, so you huffed, realising that you were going to have to physically go and retrieve tommy. 

you dug out your key card from the depths of your purse, praying that wilbur didn’t block your card. the light turned green and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the door open. in an attempt to make it take longer, hoping and praying that tommy would reply before you reached the third floor. you reached the top of the stairs and sighed, counting to three in your head before knocking. “tom? it’s me!” you knocked again, not wanting mr adams next door to hear your voice and come out to talk to you. he was a nice older man, but you didn’t want to be in this building for a second longer than you had to. “tommy?” you inhaled. “will?”

you heard a muffled voice, and the door swung open in front of you. “tom.” you breathed another sigh of relief. “great. let’s go, i have a video to edit.”

“wait, i have to grab my stuff.” tommy said, and then he was off, and you were alone. 

the first thing that struck you was how the place looked. it was exactly the same as when you had been there. you turned around to the end table behind the door. a few unopened letters, a small wooden bowl, and a small plant. the bowl had been your idea, weeks of wilbur coming to you with “darling, do you know where my keys are?” before you caved and bought it for him. lo and behold, his keyes were nestled inside, spotify code keychain that you had also bought him sitting face up. the plant was new, and you ran a finger over the leaf.

on the couch there was a grey woollen blanket thrown over the back, also yours. though, technically he had bought it. you were the only one who used it, complaining about the cold. as lovely as you thought will’s flat was the heating barely worked. will radiated warmth, both physically and emotionally. 

the entire flat still contained your presence. any random person wouldn’t be able to tell that you hadn’t lived there since you and wilbur broke up. 

“hey.”

you spun around, wilbur smiling sheepishly. “sorry, sorry. would it be awfully cliche if I said I didn’t mean to startle you?”

you laughed breathily. “yes. but it’s okay.”

he nodded, guilty smile still pinched across his face. “tommy’s just grabbing his shit. you know that kid, fucking menace.”

if tommy noticed how awkward it was, he didn’t say anything. you and wilbur both brightened visibly when he came through the door. watching wilbur hug tom goodbye, squeezing his shoulder gently, it hits you suddenly that you haven’t seen wilbur in nearly seven months.

you’re quiet as you drop tommy off, and he wants to apologise. wants to say sorry for making you pick him up and not telling you his phone was on the verge of dying. he wants to say he’s sorry for all those times you cancelled streams, claiming you “weren’t feeling well” when he knew you were upset about wilbur. 

but tommy also saw all those times wilbur was curled up in that grey blanket you left behind. buying plants to fill in the gaps of things you took and to give him a purpose, something that depended on him. he saw the way wilbur’s eyes brightened when he heard your voice, his shoulder’s slumping before the door shut when you left. 

how one time he’d had stood in front of a drunk wilbur, tear tracks running down his face and had to wrestle will’s phone off him to stop him from calling you. 

tommy didn’t know what had happened between you two; you were adults, he was only seventeen at the time. it felt naive of him to think you two belonged together, but he couldn’t help it. 

“thanks for driving me.” he said earnestly as he stepped out of the car. you nodded and gave him a pained smile. “i love you.”

it wasn’t a normal occurrence, saying things like that, but you softened. “i love you.” tommy brightened seeing your more genuine expression, but he could still see that your interaction with wilbur had left you upset. 

you collapsed back onto your sofa once you were home, not in the mood to edit your video anymore. 

wilbur always worked too much. it was something his viewers loved; how dedicated he was to them. but they didn’t see the sleepless nights, when you would wake up to wilbur typing frantically in his notes app, a muffled “go back to sleep, darling” when he noticed you were awake.

but then it turned to missing entire nights of sleep, coming back from streaming to find wilbur passed out on the couch, shoes still on from last night. sometimes he would talk to you about it, laying on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispering about how he didn’t want to let anyone down.

you soothed him as best as you could, but you knew that the dark circles and the endless cups of coffee would only get worse. he didn’t have the time or energy to take care of himself, let alone you. not that you needed him to take care of you, but the two of you lived together and you probably talked to the fedex person more than you did your boyfriend.

you’d only been split for eight months, but you’d been missing him for far longer.

you were putting up christmas decorations when tommy called next. stringing lights across the shelves in your office, only bothered to decorate the one room. it wasn’t like you’d be doing anything anyway. “yeah, tom?” your phone was wedged between your shoulder and ear as you tried to detangle the lights. 

“hey, me and will were streaming together and i have to get home like, now but my dad isn’t available until three,” tommy explained, and you winced at the sound of wilbur’s name. “i totally get it if you can’t, but-“

“i’ll be there, but i’m going to mcdonald’s on the way back and you are paying.” tommy laughed and you had to move the phone away from your ear, giving up on the lights for the time being. “will still has the same office right?”

“yeah you can get there alright?” he asked. “you don’t need the address?” you assured him you’d be fine, and he paused guiltily. “we may also be locked in. the door broke again.”

“jesus,” you shook your head. “yeah, alright i’ll come let you out. dickhead,” you smiled at his noise of indignation before hanging up.

this time it was worse. the last time you’d been planning on avoiding wilbur until about five minutes before you saw him. this time you had the whole drive over to think about what it would be like. his hair was longer, you’d noticed when you first saw him. you always loved it when his hair was longer but it got in his face too much and he hated the feeling. 

you’d cut his hair for him once. wilbur sitting on a chair in the kitchen of your flat (this was before you’d moved in together) while you sat on the bench behind him, swinging your legs ever so slightly as he gazed adoringly up at you.

“let me take a picture,” you’d giggled, turning to grab your phone. “you look so cute.”

“no,” he’d whined. “darling,” he’d still smiled when you prompted, and you looked softly at your screen, completely enamoured. “do not post that anywhere, can’t have anyone knowing that i simp for you.”

“dork,” you had put your phone down and ruffled his hair, some loose hairs falling out from where you’d cut. 

you pulled your car up to the pavement and went up to wilbur’s office. it was a fairly small building, and you managed to get there without anyone asking any questions. 

you reached the office and peered inside. it was dark. you opened the door and stuck your head in, but there was no one inside. “hey!” tommy said much too loudly, him and wilbur coming around the corner. your eyes flicked between the two of them, narrowing slightly.

“i thought you said the door was locked?” you asked uncertainly.

“it’s not,” tommy said simply, and he reached a hand out and shoved you through the open door, shutting it behind you. “but it will be.”

“what the fuck?” you banged on the window.

tom pushed wilbur over, but the older man just looked at him incredulously. “have you lost your mind?”

“please?” tommy asked, gesturing to where you were glaring at him.

“no!” wilbur said, hitting tommy’s arm off his shoulder. “you’re a dickhead. now let her out.”

“fine.” tommy’s shoulders slumped and he moved out of the way. wilbur rolled his eyes at tommy, saying he’d do it and then making will. his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he was halfway through an apology to you when tommy’s hand collided with his back.

wilbur stumbled toward and you both watched in horror as tommy shut the door, triumphantly locking it with a click.

“tommy you fucker!” wilbur yelled.

“now, i may have been lying about needing a lift and being locked in the office, but i wasn’t lying about needing to go home.”

“thomas if you leave i’m gonna delete your channel!” tommy actually looked nervous at wilbur’s threat. “open the door.”

tommy sighed again, finally giving up. he jiggled the doorknob and his eyes widened. “okay i would let you out but i may have broken the door.”

he backed away, both you and will yelling at him. 

you turned so your back was against the door, sitting down with your knees up to your chest. will came to sit next to you. “are you okay?”

“i just don’t like knowing there’s no way out of a room.” you said quietly. “i don’t like being trapped.”

“i know,” he said softly. “is there anything i can do besides breaking a window?”

you exhaled, smiling weakly. “can you just talk to me?” you fiddled nervously, suddenly worried about what he would think.

“of course i can.” without realising, wilbur had reached out and was dragging his thumb gently over the back of your hand. “you know that step down the street from ou-my flat? the one that you always used to trip on? they fixed it.” you didn’t seem to notice his mistake, so he kept going. “and there’s a new bar a few miles away and we’ve been trying to get them to let us play there, so we might have a new gig bar soon.”

your breathing was more even now, and he squeezed your hand gently. you squeezed back and he smiled.

you could vaguely hear tommy saying he was going to get maintenance, and wilbur shuffled. “i’m gonna see if i can jimmy it with a card. could you grab one for me please?” 

you reached over to will’s desk and grabbed a random card out of his wallet. you went to hand it to him but before he could grab it you took a closer look. “you kept this?”

over a year ago as a joke you’d bought him one of those simp cards from the arthur meme, and it had your name written underneath it. “you’re only allowed to simp for me,” you’d say as you gave it to him, making him crack up.

“yeah,” wilbur admitted, his cheeks turning warm. “guess i forgot it was there.”

he shoved it into the lock and wiggled it around until he heard a click and the door swung open. “here.” he tried to give it back to you, but you shook your head.

“you can keep it, or throw it out. whatever you want. it’s yours,” you babbled, not meeting his eyes.

wilbur wasn’t sure what came over him in the next ten seconds, but before he could stop himself he blurted out “does this mean i’m still allowed to love you?”

your gaze shot up and your eyes met wilbur’s, warm and brown, filled with uncertainty. eventually, you nodded. “always.”

wilbur wasn’t sure if that was if that was an invitation, but before he could stop himself he was wrapping his arms around you. you burrowed into his chest, breathing deeply. “did tommy really parent-trap us?”

“well,” you replied shyly. “don’t they get back together in the parent trap? not exactly accurate to the source material.”

“well we all know how important it is,” wilbur said quietly, eyes flicking down for just an instant. 

“very important,” he could feel your breath on his face.

“it’s a christmas miracle!”

“it’s gonna be if i don’t kill him,” wilbur muttered, teeth gritted as you pulled apart to find tommy. he was holding a stick, and seemed to register your confusion.

“couldn’t find maintenance, so i went outside and found this.” he said proudly. “i was helping.”

“yeah actually,” will said genuinely, holding his hand out. “give us a look.” tommy handed the stick to wilbur and was promptly hit in the face with it. “that’s for locking us in there, bastard.”

“ow.” tommy picked the stick off the ground and chucked it at wilbur, but it just bounced off the door behind him. “okay fine. i’m sorry.”

“you better be,” you stepped towards him and he flinched, clearly sure you were going to attack him like wilbur had. “come on, let’s go.”

as tommy said goodbye to wilbur, the two of you made eye contact over tom’s shoulder. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he raised his eyebrows slightly, grin overtaking his face. you nodded almost imperceptibly. he’d call you.

he didn’t. 

it had been two weeks since you’d last spoken, and he never called you. you didn’t want to admit that it hurt you. you had spent eight months trying to get over wilbur, all that progress destroyed in an instant.

you’d never deleted his contact, not even when you first broke up. you hovered over it debating on whether to call him, before exiting out and closing your phone.

your phone stayed dark for approximately one second before it was lighting up again. you answered, “yeah, tommy?”

“so, atom, me and a few others were thinking of having a little christmas get together on the 23rd? would you want to come?” he rushed out, wanting to get the words out before you said anything.

you considered it for a second. your parents would be going on holiday. they invited you, but you always wanted to spend your christmas with wilbur. this year, you’d declined again, without really knowing the reason. it’s not like you had other plans.

“yeah, alright,” you said, and you heard tom let out a triumphant breath on the other side. “who’s coming?”

“you, phil and kristin, tubbo, james, ranboo, maybe aimsey, a few other people maybe…” he trailed off, and you frowned.

“wilbur?” you asked.

“yeah.” tommy admitted. “but there will be enough people that you can be a coward and not talk to him.”

“tommy,” you said, voice low. “don’t.”

“okay, i’m sorry. please come?”

it’s not like you had anything better to do. “i’ll be there, tommy. don’t worry.” 

the things you would do for that fucker. he could never know. god knows his head was big enough without you telling him that.

while you were quietly dreading it, tommy seemed almost giddy with excitement. so you forced a smile and acted happy about it, even after tommy abandoned you within thirty seconds of you arriving. 

you managed to strike up a conversation with ranboo, though, grateful that you knew everyone. you’d isolated yourself quite a bit after the breakup, worried that your friends would rather be friends with will.

your worries were shattered when you were  engulfed in a hug from him. they seemed really interested in your upcoming projects and you asked about his with equal fervour. 

the night was going much better than you’d expected, and it was winding down when wilbur finally approached you. joni mitchell singing through the speakers about her lover making her weak in the knees, sipping on a drink with your head resting on top of aimsey’s.

“hey,” he was quiet, words slurred more from being tired than drunk. “can we talk?”

you looked down at aimsey, who was immersed in conversation with james and tommy, so you slid off the counter and followed him down the hall. tommy’s flat was small, so the two of you found a quiet corner. your shoulder was pressed into the wall, looking at him over the rim of your glass as he fiddled with his glasses. “i’m sorry i didn’t call.”

“it’s fine.” you said stiffly.

“no, it’s not.” he pressed. “i fucked up. not just when i didn’t call. i fucked up when we were still together.”

“will,” you tried. “it’s okay. it’s the past.”

“but you’re not.” he said. “you’re not the past, not my past. at least, i don’t want you to be.” he took a shuddering breath. “i was so worried about letting people down that i fucked up, and i ruined us.”

“you didn’t ruin anything.” it came out breathy, just above a whisper and you gave him a watery smile. “definitely not us.”

you didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was how cold and dreary it had been, maybe it was exhaustion or the alcohol. or maybe it was because wilbur had taken your hands in his and pressed them to his lips. 

“i’m so sorry, darling,” he murmured against your fingers, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “so so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault, will.” you said. “i could have done something.”

he opened his eyes and met yours, shining as you tried to fight back tears. “i’m so hard to handle, and i’m selfish and i’m sad,” he sang along to joni mitchell softly, pulling you forward to wrap your arms around him. he smelled like cinnamon, and he let you cry for as long as you needed.

you pulled away softly, looking at him as your hand ghosted over his jaw. “you didn’t lose me, will.” 

“you’re saying you think you’re the best baby i ever had?” he asked, eyes shining, and you pushed him away. 

you giggled. “how presumptuous of me.”

“you would be correct though,” he admitted, coming to pull you close again, swaying on the spot. he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, you threading your hands into his hair.

“you have got to let me cut this,” you mumbled, and wilbur laughed against your mouth. he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, and took a shaky breath.

“i miss you.” he said. “i stopped working so much, i’ve been taking care of myself more. let me love you again?”

his voice wobbled, clearly so sure that you would reject him. he had hurt you, he knew that. will let his thumbs stroke up and down your arms and you got goosebumps even through your jumper. “you do have a permit, don’t you?”

he laughed, relief thick in his voice. “of course, darling. have my card in my wallet.”

“then i guess that’s okay.” you said, as if it didn’t matter to you all that much. “as long as you let me love you.”

“you can do whatever you want,” wilbur kissed you again. “as long as it’s with me.”

[greyyson-but-no]

saviour angel | c!tommyinnit

genre | big angst

pairing | c!tommyinnit x etheral!reader

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

word count | 1.5K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"even dream?"

"it's my job."

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

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

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

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

"you sound like wilbur."

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

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

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

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

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

"is he going to come back?"

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

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

"of course."

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whoeverl]

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hiii!!! do you think you could do a young wilbur soot x gn! reader where they’re 16/17 and the reader gets her drivers license finally but you and wilbur have been broken up for a year so you drive past his house? or base it off of olivia rodrigos drivers license song because i’m totally not going through that in my life rn 😅

I Know (We Weren't Perfect)

I hope you feel better 💕

In which- You've been broken up for a year, but you can't help but go back and find out the truth.

A/N: lol where I live, we don't get our licenses till we're 18 or smth like that. Imma try my hardest cause I haven't listened to Olivia Rodrigo's music in ages and I don't have my license so... Also, I'm so sorry this took so long. I have my motivation back now. I'm also really shit at endings and I am on the verge of genuinely crying so I had to try and make the ending happy for me, I'm sorry. I did try my hardest, but I don't want to cry.

Chapter info: bittersweet, poor Olivia Rodrigo recall, sad reader, sad everyone ig, driving, reminiscing, swearing, loud music, somewhat alright ending (I didn't cry WOOHOO)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Based off of this song:

Masterlist:

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You had always talked about this moment with him. You were both so excited for this moment. You had both talked about this since you were children, and how excited you both were.

But it didn't quite work out in your favours.

He had recently broken up with you. You weren't sure why. But it left you in shambles, your head screaming for an explanation. You genuinely loved him. So fucking much.

People you wish didn't find out, found out. And immediately spread rumours about why he broke up with you. He found another person who made him feel better, he didn't love you anymore, he hated you, he thought you were too much to deal with. You couldn't believe anything they were saying. You didn't believe anything. What blonde girl? Who is the blonde girl? Who are they talking about? What are they talking about?

You knew it wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, and you knew it was hurting you more than helping, but you just couldn't help it. Driving through the suburbs was a struggle. Your mind kept drifting off and convincing you that you were driving home to him.

You didn't even know if he lived in the same city as you even more.

You still had his phone number, and you got confirmation from Tommy that his phone number was still the same. Time and time again, you tried your very hardest to contact him and ask about what happened, but you couldn't bring yourself to press the 'send' button.

Now, you finally have your drivers license, and oh my god, did it hurt. The minute you found out, you cried in happiness. "I HAVE MY DRIVERS LICENSE" you yelled over the phone to your friend. But little did they know, you curled up under the blankets each night and sobbed. Why was he gone? Why is he suddenly out of your life?

Is he alright? Does he still love me? Does he still know who I am? Does he think about me like I think about him?

These thoughts plagued your mind each night.

You can't even dare to drive past the coffee shop you visited every week, along the road next to the beach, near any of your mutual friends' houses, past your schools.

My goodness, you still love him, it hurts.

And no one understands.

Where is he now?

How is he?

Contacting Phil, your "father figure", your comfort now, you ask how Wilbur is, how he's doing, how he's holding up. If he still thinks of you.

And the answer you got back was certainly mixed.

The message read: (Don't worry, sweet. He is totally alright, he's doing well. I haven't heard anything different from him from when you both were together. And of course, he definitely still thinks of you. Would you like me to come over?)

And you replied: (Yes. Yes. Please. Come over.)

And now here Phil was. On your sofa, next to you, holding you close, letting you cry.

And the message entered your head again. And it all made sense.

Phil hasn't heard anything different. Wilbur used to ramble on and on and on about you to Phil. and nothing has changed. So of course he has to still talk about you. And he still thinks about you. So he is affected by it, but he may also be too scared to reach out to you.

"Phil" You said with a shaky voice.

"What's wrong, sweet?" He replied soothingly, almost entirely like Wilbur. He's learnt how to talk to you like a daughter, instead of a friend.

"Your message. You said you don't hear anything different, and he still thinks of me? But he used to ramble on about me all the time? So does he still do that?" You frantically asked.

He laughed a little, bringing down your hopes, and then he continued.

"Y/n. Of course he still thinks about you. Of course he still rambles about you. It's all positive I promise." And that's when you blurted your true question.

"Can you take me to him? Please? I need to see him." You pleaded, and Phil lead you out to his car, and off you went.

As soon as you got there, you raced up the front steps, and knocked slightly on the door, awaiting him. What you didn't expect was him on the phone, a can of some drink you didn't know, and a scruffed up house.

As he locked his focus on you, you noticed the weariness behind his eyes, the worry. His eyes widened, and he said goodbye to the person on the phone, and looked at you quizzically. Extending your arms sideways, like you always used to, he placed his hands on your forearms and pushed them back down to your sides.

Tears brimmed your eyes. Did he hate you? Did Phil lie? Does he not want you he-

You felt long, familiar arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, spinning you around. You were glad he's alright and still thinks of you but you knew you couldn't just immediately go back to being attached at the hip. At the best for the moment, you could go back to being friends.

"I'm so fucking sorry. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing. And when I woke up at my house, I was so confused. Please forgive me, I feel so bad for leaving you. I've meant to contact you and apologise, but I couldn't. Please. I still think of you. Please?" He started with no tears, and ended in a sob.

You waved off Phil and walked in with Wilbur.

"Of course I forgive you. Why wouldn't I? I just wish one of us asked or reached out. I really want to go back to what we were, but we can stay as friends, or whatever you want, okay?" You comforted. Now you understand.

"Please. I am happy with going back to what we were. I would like to be friends first but if we can't wait, which I know for a fact is unbearable for both of us-" He laughed. What a joyous sound., "-we can go back."

And that's where the relationship began (for the second time)

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Again, I do apologise for making it a happy ending. I didn't know which you wanted so I went with what felt fright for me. Hope you enjoyed it.

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✶ 　―　Hey I'm Emily (or Heidi, ) welcome to my Tumblr account! im a newbie writer. basic stuff abt me, i DO have a partner and he's very silly i luv him sm <3 i like to draw and make kandi bracelets for the most part, im only on here for socializing and writing requests so im not here often lolz.

✶ 　―　im pretty busy most of the time so ill disappear then start writing again often. ( i have a messed up sleep schedule and im literally in a psych ward rn so ill barelt update or whatever )

1 . if you wanna request i do ONLY fluff and angst. NO smut, lemon or anything else that's weird. ( KEEP IN MIND I AM A MINOR! i will not be accepting / writing nsfw stuff until i feel comfortable doing so and if i do, request only if the character is OVER 18 )

2 . I write for south park ( only the main 4 plus wendy and butters ) • panty and stocking with garterbelt ( only panty, stocking & brief ) • Inuyasha ( all main characters ) • spiderman itsv AND atsv ( miles, gwen, hobie and only ) • and mcyt ( tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo and niki only )

3 . PLEASEE specify if you want a small drabble, oneshot, or headcanons cus i get so confused if you dont mention which one you want. I ALSO DO NOT DO SHIPS!!! idgaf my oage is specifically for x reader stuff ( platonic or romantic ) or just the character !

4 . if you need any sort of advice or wanna ask me questions i have an account on tellonym! my user is sun_shined <3

Interests

Shows, Movies; South park, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt, Inuyasha, Ghost Stories, Five Nights at Freddys, spiderman into the spider-verse, spiderman across the spider-verse

Video Games ; Street Fighter, South Park Snow Day, Mario Kart, Minecraft, Fall Guys, Five nights at Freddys 2, Fortnite, Metal Slug, Roblox, subway surfers, sims 4, class of 09, the flip side

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fanart cred ; kokonutmilk3001

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Helloooo! You can call me Honey, I go by any/all

The original owner of this acc was my sibling, If you wanna say anything to them lemme know!

I might post shortstories or things like that on here :D

Things abt me!

I am bisexual

please do not come to me with anything oversexual, I am fine with jokes, but do not harass me.

I go by any/all pronouns

If you are in the lgbtq+ community, black, white, hispanic, asian or anything else, a furry, a therian, trans, straight, or anyone of any religion

YOU ARE VALID AND WELCOME HERE (As long as you are not the following below)

I will NOT TOLERATE

Homophobia, transphobia, racism, bigotry, or someone who hates on another group of people, because of age, race, gender, sexuality, religion, lifestyle, or you shove you beliefs down someones throat, than please leave now and block me.

Fandoms I'm in:

Southpark

Httyd

Naruto

AoT

(Any Rick Riordian book)

Warrior Cats

Voltron

She-Ra

FullMetal Alchemist

SALLY FACEEEEEE

And more I'm to lazy to add :D

If you want, you can request certain things, can't promise they'll be amazing, as I'm still a beginner writer but I could use the practice.

I will do fluff and angst, I'm not very comfortable with WRITING smut

I will NOT write

oversexualizing minors

Pedophilia

Age play/major age gaps (Like Eren x Levi)

Necrophilia

Incest

A CANONICALLY gay/straight character shipped with opposite (Gay man + women, or straight women + women, or vice versa)

If its a headcannon and one or neither of the characters sexuality has been confirmed, I will try my best to write it.

Things I am willing to write

Gay things <3

Fluff :D

Angst :(

Stuff like Klance is ok, I understand the appeal and I am willing to try and appease you with this

For South Park, I refuse to ship Cartman with ANYONE but possibly the reader

idk just ask, I promise I don't stab, (I might bite tho not gonna lie-)

More things abt me

I am a rat/gremlin/opossum and I am onky living in society now bc my bsf saved me

I like Cavetown, Melanie Martinez, Eminem, and some more

Some of my favorite youtubers are: Kurtis Conner, Ethan is online, FunkyFrogBait, Film Cooper, MankyBadassHero, Ranboo, Slimecicle, Tommynpinnit & Tubbo, Jack Manifold and more

P.S I married my Bsf and I refuse to sign divorce papers, yes I am going to pull a Tommyinnit when we are older <3