#Tommyinnit x platonic!reader

[soothinglee]

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dreamsmp

dream:

↳how they hype you up (dteam) (hc)

↳ holding their face reactions (dteam)(hc)

↳nicknames they call you (dteam)(hc)

↳it looks like i'm best

↳little things you do (dteam)(hc)

↳in sickness and in help

↳reacting to you being sick(crewboys) (hc)

↳asthmatic sibling (hc + text) ಇ

↳ where are you ಇ

sapnap:

↳how they hype you up (dteam)(hc)

↳holding their face reactions (dteam)(hc)

↳nicknames they call you (dteam)(hc)

↳little things you do (dteam)(hc)

↳patch me up ಇ

↳reacting to you being sick (crewboys)(hc)

↳pickup lines

george:

↳how they hype you up (dteam)(hc)

↳holding their face reactions (dteam)(hc)

↳nicknames they call you (dteam)(hc)

↳little things you do (dteam)(hc)

↳reacting to you being sick(crewboys)(hc)

tommy:

↳series!: "please don't go." one - two - three

↳wolf hybrid reader (sbi) - two

↳eyeliner

↳skilled protecter(hc)

↳you're weak, who can i help(hc)

ranboo:

↳series!: "goodbye."

one - two - three - four -

five - six - seven - eight

nine

↳revenge - two

↳midnight skies

↳you're weak, who can i help(hc)

tubbo:

↳series!: "goodbye."

one - two - three - four -

five - six - seven - eight

nine

↳gifts

↳you're weak, who can i help(hc)

wilbur:

↳wolf hybrid reader (sbi) - two(hc)

awesamdude:

↳just go

↳charged creeper

↳momma and dada

fundy:

↳protection and love(hc + text)

michael (the pig):

↳thunderstorms

↳watering and learning

quackity:

↳series!: "the peguin and the duck." one - two - three

↳reacting to you being sick(crewboys)(hc)

slimecicle:

↳why won't it stop

spiderman

peter parker:

↳save me (tom)

↳science homework help (andrew)

↳left in the dark

euphoria

elliot:

↳ensename

↳ser mia

rue:

↳i'm tired

celebrities

timothee chalamet:

↳like will smith

stranger things

steve harrington:

↳series!: "cursed." one - two ಇ

eddie munson:

↳peace

↳i only have eyes

↳wounds

the last of us

joe miller:

↳stab wounds and a somewhat grateful patient ಇ

scream 6

ethan landry:

↳what it's like dating ethan (hc + text) ಇ

heartstopper

tao xu:

↳slow train | two ಇ

↳intoxicated romance in parisಇ

[faye-writes-stuff]

welp here we go again

INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Dream: Wednesay Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Dream: Well of course I have. Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Dream: It's boring.

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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/n: Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo

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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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George: Welcome, fellow idiots Y/n: Hello, George George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Y/n: You underestimate me

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George: *Gets down on one knee* Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. George: *Falls over* Y/n: The poison is kicking in.

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Tommy: Change is inedible. Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable? Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Y/n: Oh, I’m always running Y/n: The question is from what

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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/n: It’s not a joke. Y/n: *sniffles* Y/n: I’m a legit snack.

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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Y/n: What did you do op? Foolish: A MISTAKE

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Y/n: Foolish... Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat. Foolish: You're disappointed.

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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n: Oh! B positive. Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n:

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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding. Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Technoblade: Absolutely not.

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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't

ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so

ic master list :)

[dsmp-enthusiast]

Imagine:

YANDERE SBI

+ Sibling!reader

It's only the characters, not the content creators!

Like I said in my yandere benchtrio post, Tommy will definetly try to guilt trip you but not as much when you're his sibling.

He'll just annoy you into doing what he wants most of the time.

And I can see Tommy bringing you into his chaotic habits, Philza does not approve most times tho so you gotta stay sneaky.(or Tommy will annoy you the next weeks and cling to you, no matter what.)

Tommy probably doesn't even know how wrong his obsession is, if someone tells him he'll just ignore it and try to forget it.

I can imagine that Philza wants you to belive nothing is wrong, trying to manipulate you into thinking that's normal in a family, but he doesn't want to overdo it.

Philza wants you to stay with the family, he wants you to accept him and your siblings, but he doesn't want any of them to get too obsessed since he knows it wouldn't end well for anyone.

He's self aware, he doesn't want anything bad to happen.

While Philza is self aware and tries to calm his obsession and your brother's obsession, Techno is also aware but he just distances himself from you once he realized what's happening.

He just wants to keep you save, that's what he'll tell himself when he thinks of you and his protectiveness, he knows when to stop.

Or he hopes he knows when he's hould stop.

Techno knows this family is fucked up, he doesn't really do anything to calm the situation nor does he try to feed into the obsession.

He'll try to keep distance from you, try.

But Techno eventually will fail, either because of the voices or because Philza is worried you'll think one of your brothers hate you, or both.

Techno would know it's wrong, but as long as you listen to him and the others, he doesn't have to take any dramatic measures.

There is a high chance Wilbur knows what he does is wrong, depending on the time we're in, but he straight up ignores it, he doesn't care as long as you stay near.

Wilbur probably also will become quite moody when you're not near, but will calm down once he sees you again.

He's only one to actually hurt you, not badly tho, if you're trying to get away once realizing the situation, the others will also judge him and probably take you from him as punishment when he lashes out.

Sorry if I misspelled anything, I accidentally cut part of my finger and it hurts to typne rn.

[magicalbunbun]

Guys should I?

I have some...thinking and I think it could be cute

[fandomlit]

and scene (sbi x reader)

summary you make the mistake of telling your friends that your sociology class is boring. they change that for a day.

warnings swearing, implications of suggestive themes, fighting (but playfully)

a/n aka i’ve been watching too much gilmore girls lately

gif cred belongs to @m-iyaeto​

in a lecture hall with two hundred students, it was easy to get bored. it was rare that the professor’s eye was tuned directly into one particular student, and even more rare that that student was you. sociology was an interesting topic, but not interesting enough to keep you from nearly sliding out of the small, cramped seat as you dozed off.

your attention was finally grabbed when the door slammed open. you sat up straight in your seat as a familiar blur stormed toward the row you sat at, demanding, “y/n l/n!”

of course, it only could’ve been wilbur soot.

the entire class stopped short to ogle at the tall man now staring down across four students to where you sat in your row. your professor didn’t seem to know what to say in that moment.

“where were you this morning?”

your heart was already racing from all the attention that had suddenly been turned on to you. you racked your brain but you would’ve sworn you had never made plans with wilbur for that morning, had he not been so quick to interrupt you.

“so what, it-it’s one night of hot, searing passion and then you’re gone?” he demanded, voice too loud and too clear throughout the suddenly too small lecture hall. you swore you had never felt so much heat fill your body; you had certainly not spent the night with your best friend.

“wil, wh-”

“oh, save your excuses for tonight!” he yelled out. giggles and murmurs were starting to reach your ears as you started to lift yourself out of your seat. “yeah, we’re still having dinner with my parents, by the way!”

before you could yell at him and protest, the door came crashing open for a second time. “y/n!”

it was technoblade, out of breath and gripping flowers. his vermillion gaze was locked on you and you felt like a deer suddenly in a big, bright headlight. 

“y/n, this can’t be the end for us,” technoblade spoke in his strong, powerful voice and suddenly you hated your friends so, so much. “not when i still feel this way for you.”

“you had your chance, brother!” wilbur yelled down to the longer-haired man.

your professor took this chance to speak up, “gentleman, i do not think this is the space for this dispute-”

technoblade cut him off without a thought, “you’re telling me you’re the better option out of the two of us?”

“i was the first!” wilbur started to descend down the steps again toward his brother. “she never told you about that night in the rain, did she?” that’s when technoblade threw him into a headlock and suddenly they were wrestling on the likely-disgusting carpet of the lecture hall. your classmates were cheering and laughing all around you, but you were absolutely mortified. just when you had buried your face in your hands, the door slammed open for a third time and a whistle blew in the room.

your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw it was tommy, wearing a terribly cheap-looking policeman’s costume with the loud whistle between his lips. did they take him out of school for this?

“you two, break it up!” he yelled dramatically, tearing his brothers off of each other. “no crimes of passion in the university!” they finally broke apart in a fit of suppressed laughter and breathlessness. “see what you’ve done, y/n?” all eyes were on you again. tommy slung his arms over his brothers’ shoulders. “let this be a lesson to you all! never fall for the siren that is y/n l/n!” 

wilbur and tommy bowed as the class cheered and hollered. technoblade nodded at you and threw the bouquet of flowers. one of the guys in front of you caught it and offered it to you. you couldn’t help but let an embarrassed laugh slip as you took the arrangement into your hand. your smile made wilbur and tommy let out a loud cheer and technoblade clap before they scampered out of the class.

you threw your warm face into your hand again as the class’s excitement died down and your professor began, “well..” you heaved a loud sigh that made the girls next to you laugh again. “i think l/n here made friends with too many theater majors..” the class chuckled. “you did know those gents, correct?”

you nodded and gathered up what voice you could, “not as well as they implied, but..” the class broke into more laughter. “yes. they’re my best friends.”

“good, good,” the professor chuckled. “well class, let’s take this as an example of breaking societal norms.” you tuned the professor out again as you willed the embarrassed heat to leave your body, pressing a cool hand to your forehead.

you were going to get those damned boys back.

[prrism]

Brainrot: Y/N is XD's demigod child, sometimes XD just casually walks around the SMP and Y/N once simply said "hey dad" while XD just laughs before saying "Hi kiddo" and everyone in SMP is WTF? ! (XD is laughing his ass off at the mortals reaction while Y/N tries not to laugh).

I’m 100% here for the casual chaos, sorry this took so long to write 😅 I wanted to try writing in a headcanon format since it’s not something I normally do, so I’m sorry in advance if it’s bad

Casual Greeting

Summary: When you see your father, Dream XD, paying a visit to his server you decide to go say hi, thing is very few knew you were his kid… until now anyways…

Characters: Dream XD, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Dream, George, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Karl, Wilbur, Foolish, Awesamdude, Quackity

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

Of course you never told your friends about your godly nature and powers, wanting to blend in as much as possible, but sometimes you’d secretly use your abilities for some extra fun

XD had decided to visit his server and see how well the mortals in it were thriving *cough*visit George*cough*

Cue you walking down prime path with the Bench Trio, casually passing the god

“Sup dad!”

He could hear the smirk in your voice, one of his own forming when the trio freeze in place, staring between you and XD

“Mornin’ kiddo.”

It didn’t take long after that for word to spread that you were XD’s kid

Tommy and Tubbo were flipping out bombarding you with questions while Ranboo scrambled to write everything he could into his memory book

You’re getting spammed messages from Sapnap, Quackity and Sam and you can hear the shock for you not having told them this news sooner

Bad, Wilbur and Karl are the ones who’ll go out of their way to find where you are and then proceed to ask you countless questions

Those like Foolish, Dream and George already knew about your status as a demigod by one means or another

With just about everyone freaking out over this “big” reveal you’re not even trying to hide your laughter at the ridiculousness

And XD is right there beside you having the time of his life watching everyone scramble to wrap their heads around the news

Once the initial shock has passed you’re a bit more open to using your godly powers around the SMP

The pranks, boy oh boy, the pranks you’re now able to get away with

People can say you’re the one who lifted their house 10ft off the ground but who’s to say for sure

On top of that you get more visits from Dream XD

He says it’s to make sure you don’t end up using your abilities to blow something up you’re not supposed to, but you know he secretly likes being able to visit you more often

Like I said, I’m still getting used to writing in a headcanon format but how was that for a first try? Anyways, I hope everyone has an awesome day

[if-you-feel-lonely]

SBI with a reader that doesn't like physical touch

TW: N/A

A/N: we need more hype for people who don't like being touched it's unreal

CC!TommyInnit (platonic)

In all fairness, sometimes he forgets

He sometimes goes to hug you or something but immediately stops when he remembers and apologises

He doesn't make a big deal out of it - the second you tell him that you don't like hugs, he says "okay" and respects that

He's absolutely curious as to why, but he doesn't ask

He doesn't think it's his place to ask, and he's completely fine with the fact that it's not his business

If you choose to tell him, he's more than happy to listen

It doesn't matter if it's due to past trauma, hypochondria or just that you don't like that sort of affection, he's there to listen and won't judge you

If, at some point, you were to decide that you're okay with it, he'll be excited but he'll be trying so hard not to overwhelm you with it

CC!Wilbur Soot (platonic or romantic)

Definitely respects it

He has days where he doesn't want people to touch him, so he can relate sometimes

You have other ways to bond, like talking and just spending time in each other's vicinity

Doesn't ask why and doesn't care, all he needs to know is that he shouldn't touch you

If you do tell him though, he'll be so honoured that you trust him that much

Very validating, if you say something like "I'm sorry, it's pathetic/stupid" he will immediately shut that down

C!Technoblade (platonic)

He totally understands, he doesn't like physical touch either

Will literally only touch you if someone's life is on the line

and even then he'd apologise when you're back to safety

Finds other ways of showing affection, through gifts or words

Will never ask why you don't like being touched, whether he wants to know or not

NEVER.

Refuses to do anything that would push your boundaries

CC!Philza (platonic)

Very understanding

Doesn't bother asking - or even wondering - why, he just accepts it without question

If he meets up with you but doesn't know about it, he might go to hug you but stop when he sees your expression

Apologises afterwards

Tries not to make a big deal out of it if he does forget, especially if you don't like making it into a big thing

Makes sure other people know about it, but tries to make it subtle

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

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

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

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

📹 Masterlist 📹 Navigation 📹 Rules 📹

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[imaginemcyt]

what it's like being a part of cricket crew

synopsis: headcanons of what it's like being the seventh member of the cricket crew <3

tw: none!

you probably met everyone through aimsey. not sure why but this is how i see it going

they introduced you to all of her friends, and you quickly became part of their group

if you live far away, you guys spoke over discord a lot before you got to meet irl

if you live closer, you met irl very fast!!

either way, once you meet irl, the chaos truly begins...

you hang out with tommy a lot during vlogs and streams

you know that cute photo booth picture with aimsey and billzo hugging ranboo? yeah you're in there too, wedged right between bill and ran

speaking of photos, they all treat you as their personal photographer

but dw!! they take lots of pictures of you too!!

i swear half of ran's camera roll is just you, they're your personal hype man

you need an insta picture? that man is on it

your lock screen is a picture of you and aimsey

you have sleepovers with him a LOT

cooking stream with billzo. spoiler: it Doesn't go Well.

remember the vlog that freddie and bill did together? you're in it, too

you did the irl you laugh you lose with tommy, tubbo, ranboo and all of them

there's compilations on youtube of you being chaotic with them

going shopping with aimsey and freddie

you were definitely part of the halloween stream

if you stream, they're always either raiding you, donating to you, or they're in your chat hyping you up!!

doing drinking streams with bill if you're of age

you were deffo in the tommy and ranboo sleepover vlog

for your birthday they throw you a giant surprise party and it's so sweet omfg

they make you a cake (but they actually put effort into this one lmao), there's drinks and snacks and they all get you gifts (some of them are gag gifts and some of them have lots of meaning)

you probably stream it on your channel, and you all play games like just dance and twister

tubbo's cooking show was meant to be jack and phil vs. you and freddie but you got sick so freddie was stuck with bill

freddie hated you for that /nsrs

but bill was so much chaos and contributed almost zero so freddie was like "y/n if you're watching this i hate you" and you just giggled from your bed at home

tubbo gets you on the next episode though!

at some point, you definitely move in with them. either you move in with bill or you move in with ranboo and freddie, i can see it going either way

movie nights with everyone

y'all rotate who gets to pick the movie

throwing popcorn and snuggling up on the couch

overall just them being the best friends you could ever ask for <3

i wish they were my friends oml

[ax-y10]

Goofiness

In which- Ranboo infected you with his silliness

Request: Something about reader and Ranboo being silly and goofy friends @colorfull-cord

A/n: I FEEL SO BAD THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY! I am not lying when I had so much progress, then it got lost, then I accidentally posted it instead of saving it as a draft and I then deleted it accidentally and now I have to redo it I did not mean for this to happen I'm so sorry pls forgive me

Chapter info: Goofy, silly, Ranboo and reader being dickheads, swearing... (expect that from all of my work), mentions of anxiety, mentions of body and facial dysmorphia, and let me know if I fucked up Ranboo's pronouns somewhere

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

You guys would have the cutest little handshakes and greetings

For example: A soft headbutt followed by a handshake, a gentle poke between the collarbone followed by a hug, a harmless, sarcastic insult thrown at the other followed by laughter

People would either look at you both with a confused expression, wondering what the fuck you guys are doing headbutting each other. Or they would look at you both with fond, silently admiring the two friends.

You would definitely just sit on a discord call late at night and listen to a bunch of their favourite Lemon Demon songs and they would listen to yours.

No doubt, you would do this for hours

Sleepovers would be like Tommy's sleepover vlog

Everything would be happening all at once.

Playing basketball and them having to help you get a slam dunk, begging them to donate some of their height

Taking their stuff and accidentally breaking stuff because "You didn't know it was fragile"

Watching random streams (specifically Aimsey's, Billzo's, Freddie's or Tommy's)

Sitting on the beds, painting each other's nails, attempting to make good food but ending up getting takeout

You guys would end up passed out randomly, you in your chair and Ranboo in such an uncomfortable position on the bed (no doubt you both woke up with the worst backache)

Streaming with them would just be chaos

Your little inside jokes made no sense to anyone else, and the both of you loved seeing Twitter explode over controversies for an inside joke you made.

You and Aimsey's little sister would definitely make fun of Aimsey's height because she's just so small and cute

And if you were up working really late at night at Ranboo's place, they would definitely just pick you up and carry you to bed if you fell asleep

If you were awake however, they would attempt to do what they do every other night, but you would just kick them in the knees and tell them to "Fuck off" jokingly.

But knowing them, they would just sit in the room for hours until you fell asleep so they could do that again

But imagine Tommy comes over and you both aren't inside but are out the back

And Tom tries to find you to tell you that Wilbur had invited you to a gig

And he eventually finds you both

And you were both throwing random clumps of grass at each other

But Ranboo accidentally hit you a bit too hair in the face with a clump of grass so you ran and grabbed the nearest heavy object, that being a scooter of theirs, and threatening to throw it at them

And Tommy just walked back inside and sat on the couch, waiting for you both to come back inside

I feel like if you were sick, Ranboo would just sit in your house or next to you or in whichever room you were in for days just to make sure you were okay

Like if you fell asleep on the couch, they would lay on the floor and just watch you, making sure that if you needed the bathroom or medicine or a water, he was prepared.

And if that did happen, they were always immediately off the floor and rushing to the fridge, or the cupboard, or the toilet, lifting up the lid, and getting ready to hold your hair back for you.

And you could never be more grateful for them in these little moments

And if they were sick, you would do the exact same

And they would always tease you with their height, hiding your phone charger on the very top shelf in the cupboard, or hiding the glasses and cutlery in the highest spots in the house

But if you ever got too upset, they would always back down from their jokes and apologise repeatedly

And they would just be so understanding if you ever had any sort of insecurity of your body, body dysmorphia, facial dysmorphia, or even just having a hard time , always being able to comfort your nerves better than their own

If you struggle with any social anxiety or anxiety in public spaces, they would just calm down their happy and cheerful mood and tone it down a few notches to their comforting one

The one they use on Tommy when streaming and being a content creator gets ahold of him

And they sit you down and immediately start comforting you

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6 with tommyinnit for the dialogue prompts

oh my god yes yes yes !!! sorry this took so long to respond

, can i stay with you tonight ?

tommyinnit x fem!reader (platonic)

warnings: none, just super cute fluff

a/n: toad, im sosososos sorry this is so late !! inbox go brrrrr

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"Tommy, how long are you going to be at the gig?" I asked, holding the phone up to my right ear.

I heard Tommy pause and sigh before he responded. "I'm not exactly sure. I'm pretty sure Will said he'll be done with the gig and the cleanup by 11:30."

"Shit, that's gonna take a while. Are you sure you're going to be alright by yourself for a while?" I said.

"Mhm! I'll be fine. Stop worrying about me, jeez." Tom joked.

I laughed. "Alright. Have fun. Bye!" I said.

"Bye, Y/n!" Tom replied, hanging up the phone.

I placed my phone on the kitchen counter face down. I had a lot of time to kill before I had to pick up Tommy from the Lovejoy gig, so I might as well get some streaming work done. I opened up my laptop and got to work.

A couple hours later, I heard my phone buzzing from the kitchen counter. I grabbed my phone and saw my alarm go off for when I should start leaving to pick up Tommy.

"Shit!" I said frantically, shutting the lid on the laptop and grabbing my shoes.

I got into the car and started to drive to the location of the gig where Tommy wanted for me to pick him up. After 15 minutes, I finally got to the center, and I looked at my phone. Exactly 11:30 on the dot.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I walked around and looked for Tommy.

"Y/n!" a voice called. I perked up my head and saw the tall, blonde boy start walking towards me. He ran a little bit towards my way and gave me a big hug.

I smiled. "Damn, did you miss me this much?" I said, teasing him.

Tommy pulled away from the hug and smiled back. "Let's just go prick." he said, playfully rolling his eyes.

Tommy climbed into the passenger seat, and I got into the drivers seat and grabbed my phone. I opened Spotify and gave Tom my phone to pick a song. Tommy paused for a second, staring at my phone in thought. His fingers then quickly started typing. I chuckled at his actions. He seemed so.....focused. I then started up the car.

Tommy played a random playlist from his account and placed the phone back onto the phone stand. He looked over at me with a pleading look in his eyes as I pulled out the centre's driveway.

"What is it, Tommy?" I said, laughing.

Tommy laughed back. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

I sighed dramatically and braked the car, looking over at him. "Sure, Tommy. Why not." I said, smiling.

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⋆ I'm with you, always

Pairing(s): Tommyinnit x platonic! Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About: Tommy helping his best friend through a recent diagnosis of a disability.

Words: 2k

Warning: Mentions of fainting, fnd, injury

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Just like that her world went spinning, just like it always did. Another episode of hers. Right along the pathway when she was going to meet Tommy. She didn't mean for it to happen, she just wished she was normal so she could continue college.

Tommy began to worry about where she may be, she was hardly ever late. He walked out of the cafe and onto the street to see a crowd around someone, making his way over to the crowd he noticed the girl on the ground.

"Y/n" He spoke, pushing through everyone to get to her side. Someone was on the phone with an ambulance when he heard the sirens coming this way.

"Is she breathing?" Tommy questioned, trying to see if she was . The woman nodded and he let out a breath of relief. The ambulance stopped and pushed through, one of them was talking to the people who saw her fall. She was only 16 and dealing with all of this.

"What's her name?" An paramedic asked

"Y/n Gold" Tommy answered

"Age?"

"Uh 16" Tommy replied.

The other paramedic worked on waking her up, but she was unresponsive. Slowly but surely her eyes started fluttering as she was slowly gaining consciousness, her eyes opened but she stared into no where still being unresponsive to the paramedics. They grab out the stretcher, lifting her on with the help of some others. Tommy gets in the ambulance with her as she is underage as they take off.

Going into triage, they waited for a bed to become available. When one did she was immediately taken to the emergency department. Still unresponsive, they lifted her into a hospital bed.

"Is there any reason for the faint?" A nurse asks

"She has Fnd but we're unsure of her triggers" Tommy answers. The nurse nods.

Tommy looked over at her, as she looked more alert.

"Y/n, are you alright. Are you in pain?" Tommy asks, Y/n looks at him like she's trying to talk but she can't.

"It's ok. Take your time, alright?" Tommy spoke, trying to calm her. The nurse comes over with paper and a pen and hands to Y/n, she smiles gratefully taking the pen and paper and writing something down.

" It feels like I don't know how to talk again" Tommy read out, then hands it back to her. She wrote something else

"I did hurt the side of my head" Tommy again read aloud. The nurse looked over it

"Would you like some pain relief?" The nurse asks, Y/n nods as the nurse walks out.

"Wilbur is on his way" Tommy tells her. She nods, Tommy looks around anxiously. She looked so tired, he really felt for her. Tommy layed a hand on hers letting her know he was there for her.

"Thanks Tommy" She finally spoke, then covered her mouth. She spoke, Tommy smiled. The nurse came back with some pain relief

"Thank you" She spoke, shocking the nurse a little.

"Great to see you have your voice back" The nurse smiles, she smiles back.

The nurse then came back with a yellow tray, she didn't like the look of that.

"I'm just gonna do a blood test, is that alright" The nurses asks

"Yeah, that's fine" Trying to act cool about it, the nurse started looking for a vain. Started rubbing the area with an alcohol wipe. Then came the needle, she held the side of the bed tightly with her other hand, unintentionally tensing the other one.

"Try not to fight against me" The nurse spoke, she tried to losen the grip as the nurse dug around trying to find the vain. Tears falling down her face, Tommy is rubbing her arm.

"Done" The nurse said, after taking some blood leaving a canular in instead. The nurse walked away.

She looked down at her legs, it's like she forgot about them. She couldn't feel them, she sighed in frustration. Trying to move her leg, or wiggle her toes, nothing.

"Legs gone on you again?" Tommy questions, to which Y/n nods. The curtains move and it was another nurse, a student one.

"Hi, I'm Zara, I'm just gonna do an E.C.G." The nurse explained.

"Did you wanna keep your friend in here" The nurse continued

"If he wants to yeah, I could use some support" Y/n replies, looking at Tommy who nods. The nurse starts by putting stickers on her legs and arms.

"I'm gonna need you to take off her jumper and lift up your shirt for me" The nurse requests, that's what she does. Tommy still had a hold of her hand but looked away in respect. The student looked a little confused and cliped them wrong. As nice as Y/n could, showed the nurse.

'I'm not trying to say I know more then you, I've just had a lot of these" Y/n speaks up

"Oh no your alright, thank you" The nurse replies, continuing her job. Then takes off the leads, and walks to put it in her folder. Then Wilbur opened the curtain, walking and hugging his sister for comfort.

"Your gonna be alright, ok?" Wilbur reassures. As much as Wilbur hates hospitals, he would do anything for his little sister. She nods.

"Do you mind if I tell Em? I was gonna go to hers tonight but I'm gonna be here" Tommy asks

"You don't have to stay here with me" Y/n tells him

"I want to, your health is important" Tommy explains.

"You can" Tommy walks out giving Em a ring, who was chill about it, she knew the sibling bond they had there was no problem. Tommy walks back into the room.

After about 2 hours, the doctor comes by apologizing about the wait. She did some assessments, then did some other stuff. Then left to get some stuff done for her. They did a laying and sitting blood preasure, as she couldn't stand. As usual it was normal. The doctor came back with something for her to eat and drink. Trying her best to but she felt like her appetite was lost.

Soon enough night came around and they were still in emergency, they were decided to admit her in the hospital, now waiting for a bed in a ward. The boys had recliners to sleep in for the night not wanting to leave the girl on her own, it may have been uncomfortable but they would do anything for her.

The next morning, she was being moved to a separate place only until a bed opened up in a proper ward. They gave her a breakfast box, helping her stand to sit in the chair. Her brother sat on the bed while Tommy sat next to her in a separate chair. The nurse was determined to get her walking to the bathroom by the end of the afternoon. She didn't really like it there, she was being rushed and she didn't like being rushed in anyway as it made her panic.

That unit ended up closing, so they had to try and get everyone to a ward. She was being transferred to J4. she had been there about a month ago. One of the psa's came to wheel her to the ward, helping her by putting her stuff on the bed. Travelling up to the level 4 then to J.

She was wheeled into bed 5, across from an older lady. She met her nurse, who was in fact cute looking, very comforting and kind. She pressed the nurse button. She waited a few minutes before the nurse walked in

"Could I have help to the bathroom?" She asked him.

"Oh yeah of course, did you want to be wheeled in or can you walk?" He asks kindly.

"I wanna try walking" Y/n replies.

"Alright" He spoke, she sat up and went to the side of the bed and sat on the edge.

"No rush when your ready" The nurse told her, placing his glasses on the stop of his head. Y/n grabbed his hand, lifting herself up with the help of the nurse. Wobbling most when she puts weight on her left leg.

"Does your left let feel week, is your knee buckling or" The nurse asks as they make there way back to the bed.

"Yeah, my knee buckles" Y/n replied

Sitting down, Wilbur and Tommy quickly ducked out to go shower and changed into something else as she spoke to the older woman across from her about anything and everything.

Then the older woman decided to try and get some rest as a wave of nausea hit Y/n. Sitting up and held a vomit bag to her face, buzzing the nurse. Once a again, he came in and saw her holding a vomit bag.

"Do you feel sick?" He asks, all Y/n could do was nod.

"I'll see if the doctor can chart some anti-nausea for you" The nurse replies, walking off to try and sort something out.

She didn't even feel it coming, suddenly she just passed out falling off the bed smacking her head on the ground along with her shoulder and hip. The noise of her legs hitting the chair must've woken the older lady, not even noticing the young girl on the ground, ringing the buzzer for something. A few minutes later, the nurse came in along with another nurse. Not noticing the girl on the ground at first, he turned around not seeing. Noticing the empty bed Y/n's nurse looks to the ground, seeing the young girl on the ground.

"Y/n" He spoke, shaking her. No response, her eyes shut but twitching constantly. The other nurse tries to help out the older lady

"Don't worry about me, worry about her first" The lady tells the nurse. They call rapid response, nurses and doctors fill the room, squeezing or inflicting pain to wake her up. Lights being shined in her eyes as they slowly opened but no bodily response but her eyes were responsive

"Eyes are responsive but dilated to about a 7" He says, comparing her pupils to the circles on the neuro pen. Tommy and Wilbur rush in after seeing nurses and doctors flooding the room her sister was in.

"What happened?" Wilbur exclaimed, looking from a response from anyone.

"She's had another episode, we believe she fell of the bed" A doctor replies, continuing to look at the state Y/n was in. Slowly she fluttered her eyes more and looked more alert.

"Y/n, do you know where we are?" Her nurse asks.

"The hospital?" Y/n replies, the nurse nods. Soon enough she was being lifted up and onto the bed again as a neck brace was put on as her neck was sore, she was on postural safety for the moment. Her nurse stood with her chatting to her, making sure she's calm. On her way through she got a C.T scan of her brain and then she was transferred to another ward.

She hated it there, especially some of the night staff, they didn't let her walk often, she was treated like a child. They gave her a lower bed after another fall off the bed, they could've just put the rails up and made her sleep in the hall so they could keep an eye on her but she barely got any sleep. She liked the daytime staff , they gave her a chance. It was so hard to eat at a bed so low they let her sit in the chair beside her to eat, the in charge nurse didn't she had to eat the food on her lap which Y/n didn't like at all.

Y/n was getting so tired of everything, Tommy was laying in the bed with her, cuddling her to help her. He hated seeing his best friend like this it pained him. Em came by a few times to visit, giving her flowers and cringy teddy bears. She was practically begging to go home.

"Toms, I just wanna go home" Y/n spoke

"I know, Y/n you'll get there. I promise. I'm with you, always" Tommy replied. Pulling the girl into a hug for comfort.

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purely bench trio now bestie

ranboo: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? y/n: Strong. tommy: Weak. tubbo: An idiot, is what your are

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ranboo: What's worse than a heartbreak? tommy: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging. tubbo: Waking up in the morning. y/n: Waking up.

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ranboo: We need a way to lure in new customers? y/n: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events! tommy: tubbo bath water. tubbo: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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y/n: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions. tommy: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions. tubbo: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist? ranboo: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.

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tubbo: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?! tommy: Merry crisis. ranboo: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way. y/n: Hoe hoe hoe. tubbo: Guys, please.

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tubbo: What if people had food names and food had people names? tommy: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having tubbo for dinner. ranboo: What is wrong with you people? y/n: Shut up, chocolate

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tubbo: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours. tommy: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia. y/n: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred. ranboo: You guys are fucking terrifying.

[dsmp-enthusiast]

Imagine:

YANDERE BENCHTRIO

It's only the characters, not the content creators!

Like, Tommy just trying to guilt trip you into staying. (he kinda sucks at it for like, uh, 60% of the time.)

At this point Tommy would probably annoy you into staying with them, it works better than the guilt tripping tbh.

Tommy probably will throw a whole ass fit if you tell him that you want to leave or time for yourself, only for Tubbo to calm Tommy down and convince you into staying. (for their sanity pls.)

Tho, Tubbo would probably also try to guilt trip you, yet, unlike Tommy, he actually succeeds with it. (and is way more subtle about it.)

Tubbo would also be a lot, a LOT, more calmer about you than Tommy and Ranboo, he'll make you think he depends on you for most things.

Like, honestly? Tommy gets a little too wild sometimes, no front, and Tubbo wants to make you stay for small tasks and short moments so you'll think he lets you go afterwards, only for Tubbo to want some cuddles from you. (you can't possibly say no to that, can you?)

Ranboo is probably the worst out of them, like, he'll be completely chill and all and jokes with you, but the moment you want to be without him, he'll just stare at you coldly as if you just committed a crime.

Ranboo would probably be the worst and best one out of them to be with, like, yeah he can get fucking crazy when you try to resist their affection or if you want a moment without him, but he's also the most uhm... stable one?

At least Ranboo makes it seem that way, he'll be the calmest to be around, not overbearing like Tommy but rather chill, not always trying to cling to you like Tubbo, he'll be happy as long as you don't push him away, occasionally he pats your head or rambles about something.

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neutral, chap. 25 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary technoblade and tommy live out their days in the tundra. a visitor both expected and unexpected arrives at last..

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technoblade found himself staring into the distant tundra more than he would care to admit. he just prayed to the gods every time he glanced into that endless snow that he’d see her trudging figure juxtaposed against the horizon. but the longing voices and the aching of his heart wasn’t enough to simply make her appear in the distance; only her own two willing feet could do that.

but of course, he always imagined that the one time he wasn’t looking would be when she was finally approaching.

“y/n!”

technoblade immediately rushed around the side of the house, only to see tommy petting one of the chickens that roamed free around his warm cabin. tommy looked up.

“hey, techno,” the boy spoke innocently. “need something?” techno watched as tommy scooped the chicken into his arms with no resistance. the usually skirmish animal didn’t show even a shadow of complaint, even nuzzling into tommy’s chest.

technoblade let out a long huff. “you did not seriously name a chicken after her.”

tommy immediately let out a loud laugh; the chicken didn’t even startle at the abrupt noise. “is that why you came running? you heard me call to the chicken?”

“oh, well..”

“god, you’re a simp, man!”

techno just shook his head as if that would rid the rush of voices. “we’re just gonna ignore that ya named a chicken after y/n?”

tommy scrambled to answer, “i-i mean.. chickens are motherly!”

“really? that’s your defense?”

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“can y/n come into the house?”

“no.”

in just a week, tommy grew attached to the serene chicken. he constructed a new coop for the roaming chickens to nest in, a special bed for y/n especially, and insisted on making homemade feed to “improve egg production”; technoblade suspected it was all mainly to continue pampering the favored chicken.

“c’mon, tech,” tommy whined, the chicken cradled contentedly in his arms. “it’s freezing out there!”

“i live in the tundra, tommy,” the hybrid grumbled plainly.

“it’s supposed to be the start of a blizzard tonight,” tommy sighed. “c’mon, tech, please.”

techno looked to the chicken again, who had her eyes closed peacefully, embracing the warmth tommy brought. i’m going to regret this, he thought over the voices’ complaints. technoblade opened the door wider.

“fine. but just this once.”

tommy cheered, racing into the house and toward his room with the chicken.

technoblade sighed again as he closed his door. “when did i get soft?”

...

the storm was just starting to pick up outside when technoblade settled with his book. but even after ten minutes, he couldn’t quite seem to focus. the voices filled his senses with useless thoughts, and so instead he took to watching the snow float past his window.

‘i wonder if she’s alright.’ ‘do you think she’s made it out of the nether yet?’ ‘l’manburg’s too stupid to find her.’ ‘at least we have tommy back.’ he listened to the incessant droning with little consideration, until the many voices formed together to warn, ‘behind you.’

he immediately turned around, his hand instinctively reaching for the axe he had leaned next to him, only to be greeted with the sight of the favored chicken behind him. she clucked quietly at him.

“you’re all useless,” he muttered to his mind, settling back into his chair with a huff. she clucked again at him to draw his gaze. he shook his head at the animal.

“i’ve gone soft, haven’t i?” he questioned uselessly. the chicken’s head twitched into an inquisitive tilt. techno would’ve laughed had he not been so tired. he sighed out, reaching his open palm toward the chicken. she immediately pattered forward and brushed her feathery neck to his warm hand with a sound cluck.

in the strangest way possible, techno could understand why tommy had likened this chicken to y/n. it was oddly calm for a chicken, not frightened by any of the household men but also not completely unbothered by them. if she had been unbothered, technoblade imagined she would have left tommy’s embrace soon after he picked her up.

“you’re a weird little chick,” he spoke aloud again. the chicken abandoned his hand to push against his clothed leg. “you should be running from me right now. i like chicken soup.” she just clucked again, settling decidedly against his leg. techno sighed again before finally picking up his book. and for some odd reason, he was finally focused enough to read.

...

“he’s still with the chicken, huh?” philza chuckled when he saw tommy chasing around the sweet chick as she pecked at some of the scattered feed.

technoblade just shrugged. “he’s found a weird outlet for missing neutral, i think.”

“yeah,” phil laughed out. “oh, um, speaking of which..” techno watched as phil fished something out of his pocket. after a moment he presented an emerald ring. it wasn’t poorly crafted by any means, but it was most definitely a first trial. “a crow came back with this.” techno connected the dots and tried to ignore the race of his heart on top of the voices growing in volume. “judging i sent them out about a week ago.. she can’t be more than a week or two out now.”

‘she’s close.’ ‘she’s close!’ ‘god, i can’t wait to see her smile.’ ‘i hope her journey was safe.’ ‘is safe. don’t get too ambitious.’ ‘i hope she’s excited to see you.’ ‘i imagine she’s excited to see anyone at this rate.’ ‘i hope she gets here soon.’

philza, who always had a sixth sense for when the voices were meddling in his son’s mind, placed a grounding hand on technoblade’s shoulder. “she’ll be here soon enough, mate.” he turned his gaze and techno followed it to watch as tommy scooped the chicken up in his arms with a laugh. “we’re just playing the waiting game now.”

…

“dinner’s ready when you two are!” philza called out before returning to the warm interior of his house. tommy and technoblade shared a look and put down their gardening tools.

“race you in!” tommy yelled out, scooping up his favored chicken and running to the home. technoblade just sighed before walking after him.

when he entered the warm house, the chicken was picking at a small bowl left for her by the door. when technoblade turned his unamused eyes up, philza just shrugged at him.

“chickens have to eat, too.”

“sure,” technoblade grumbled in response, taking a seat at the table as philza set his plate in front of him. they ate with minimal chatter for a few moments before tommy spoke up.

“where do you think y/n is right now?” he inquired, gaze training on his warm plate.

philza and technoblade shared a look. technoblade raised his eyebrows at his father and philza cleared his throat, offering, “if we’re lucky, she’s headed here.”

tommy looked up. “you think so?”

“her safest option is here,” philza continued with a shrug. “she can’t go to l’manburg without risking a hell of a lot, she’s suicidal if she goes to dream, even eret’s is a risky option with ghostbur being there. l’manburg tends to stay away from here.”

“for good reason,” technoblade interjected.

philza chuckled, “yeah.” he shrugged as he loaded his fork with more food. “the only other logical place for her to go is..” he shook his head, “to foolish.”

tommy’s hopeful look faltered. “right. i forgot they knew each other.”

there was a moment of silence as philza and technoblade scrambled for a comforting word.

“she’ll come,” technoblade offered up. tommy’s head snapped up to him. he just shrugged at the younger boy. “she will.”

tommy’s shoulders seemed to relax. “yeah. yeah, she will.”

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“y/n? y/n!”

though the call for the chicken was now a begrudging frequent in his life, it still made technoblade freeze every time. but the voices were quick to remind him of the damned feathery creature and techno just sighed.

“tommy, how many times do i have to-”

but when he rounded the corner, all of the breath left his lungs. he couldn’t even think to be snarky or teasing or anything he usually was in her presence. because holy shit, she was actually here.

y/n had tommy wrapped securely in her arms, face alight with pure joy and relief as her closed eyes fell into tommy’s chest. and then those beautiful e/c eyes were open and on him and he had never felt warmer in the freezing tundra.

when tommy pulled off of her he immediately sensed the two’s eyes locked and let out a quiet, “i’ll get some cocoa started. get your ears ready, ‘cause i have some things to tell you, woman.”

she gave him a smile, turning from techno for just a moment. “i can’t wait.” she watched as tommy scampered off before turning back to the hybrid. he couldn’t even find the words to say to express his relief. the voices were dead silent. “i would’ve been back sooner, but i had to stop and trade for warmer clothes.”

‘been back’ one of the voices helpfully repeated. as if this place were like a second home to her.

“you don’t have to justify your timing to me,” was all he could say, shaking his head as his body naturally leaned toward her. he caught himself in a step and scooped her into his arms before either of them could say anything else. she laughed out as her feet left the ground, wrapping her arms around the strong man. “’m glad you’re safe.”

“me too,” she muttered into his chest. 

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[prrism]

A Visit From…… Dawn of the 16th

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

Surprised I came back to this series? Yeah… me too

Two months of war preparations felt more like three years to you and yet it also seemed to zip by like a blur it was almost dizzying. Having many people come in, grab what they need, pay you and leave without much conversation was what most visits came down to nowadays. The only notable things you could pick up on over that time was that Bad and Skeppy along with a few friends established their own faction they called the Badlands, Quackity finally standing up for himself and leaving Schlatt, Dream was happily fanning the flames of war and chaos by telling the Pogtopians about a traitor in their midst and Wilbur was still slowly but surely descending farther into madness. You tried talking and reasoning with Wilbur but it was a harder task to accomplish when he spends most of his time in Pogtopia now. The only people who still came by the most were Fundy, acting as a great assistant collecting ingredients for you, Techno, it still surprises you the amount of materials he brings for his own personal collection of potions. Finally there’s Tommy, at first he didn’t come by that much but he’s started sleeping over at your place again, his excuse being that Pogtopia’s gotten too stuffy feeling for him, you can’t help but feel there might be another reason to it you just couldn’t place what.

Evenings approaching fast and you were packing away the new potions for Wilbur you’d managed to create in these few months, they weren’t exactly “stable” so to say, but Wilbur insisted you deliver them to him. With a sigh you get up and make for the door, jumping slightly at the knock on the other side.

“Can I help you?” You ask, opening the door with slight caution.

“I think that’s the fastest you’ve ever answered me before.” To your shock it’s actually Wilbur at the door.

“Oh! Well… I mean I was about to leave to deliver those potions you wa-”

“You did make those! Wonderful!” He cuts you off, letting himself in.

“Yeah, and I heavily reiterate that they’re still not exactly completed, with all this pushing to finish it I never got around to fully test them. Some might do more then their supposed to and some might now even do anything at all.” You explain.

“Yes, yes. That’s all fine and good, we’ll test it plenty on the field tomorrow.” Wilbur waves off.

“That soon!? I thought you’d take more time to prepare.”

“What and let Schlatt’s forces get the upper hand? Not a chance! The war ends tomorrow, one way or another…” He trails off, an ominous tone lingering in the air for a moment before he shakes himself off. “Well, no better time like the present! I’ll be taking those potions now.” He quickly jumps back to a more chipper tone.

“Wilbur…” You let out a sigh as you finally get his attention. “You shouldn’t… I don’t think…” There was so much you wanted to say but just couldn’t find the words to say it anymore. “After this is done and you guys win, because you will win! You promise you’ll come over and tell me all about it, right?” It goes silent between the two of you for a long time, both of you just staring at the other.

“I… promise…” He says half heartedly. You should’ve stopped Wilbur from walking out the door, should’ve tried harder to reason with him, should’ve kept those potions to yourself… but that wouldn’t make a difference to anything, because both of you already knew his promise was an empty one…

It’s well into the evening and sleep was easily evading you, as you stare blankly at the ceiling. You sigh and get out of bed hoping that grabbing some water might ease your racing mind. Instead a suddenly knock on your door has you’re mind and heart racing at who could possibly be coming by this late.

“Hello?” You open the door with slight caution.

“Just the alchemist I was hoping to talk with.” Dream says, as if he was expecting someone else at the door.

“It’s late so let’s make this quick. What do you want?” You raise an eyebrow his way.

“See this is why I like you,” Dream starts, inviting himself inside. “You’re down to business and to the point, no need to sugarcoat anything.” He casually places his arm around your shoulder. “I’ll make this quick. What side are you giving your support to?” You give him a very confused glance at the question.

“Dream, you know I don’t do the whole ‘choosing sides’ thing.”

“True as that may be its pretty clear who you’re showing more favour towards. I mean heck, you made a whole new potion for Wilbur just because he asked you to. That doesn’t seem like something you do too often.” You feel his eyes bearing into you through the mask.

“What are you getting at? Sure I was able to throw together a sort of portable TnT potion, but the results are still few and far between what I’m usually satisfied with.” You cross your arms unamused.

“Fair enough, but that still doesn’t answer why you’ve heavily limited your services to Manberg. And as a hired hand for Schlatt I’d like to know why.” Dream says with a shrug.

“Forgive me for being hesitant with wanting to continue business with someone who very clearly threatened my life.” You start sarcastically before shifting to a more bitter tone. “And why are you helping Schlatt? It can’t be just because you want to fan the flames of war, you usually want something else out of it.”

“As sharp as ever, I see.” Dream then pulls you closer and looks around as if to check if anyone else was nearby before continuing in a much more hushed tone. “You’re right, Schlatt bought me over with something I just couldn’t refuse.”

“And that would be…?” You trail off, silently cursing yourself for your ever needy curiosity but still hoping for an answer.

“A revival book.” Dream emphasizes, you practically shove him off of you as you step away from him in shock.

“You’re joking, right? Something like that is insanely powerful and rare to boot, there’s no way he actually had one.” You desperately try not to raise your voice, worried it might alert your companions, who were sleeping over in the spare room for the night.

“It’s true… I’ve got it right here.” Dream then pulls out said revival book, as if it wasn’t a big deal to have in his possession in the first place. You stare dumbfounded at the item and can just hear his smirk when he speaks again. “You know, I’m more then happy to share this knowledge with you… so long as you’re willing to return the favour.” This somewhat breaks you out of your shocked trance, finally catching on to why he was so open about the book with you.

“You know what? I’m good. You keep your secret knowledge and I’ll keep mine.” You decline as gently as you could.

“Well it was worth a shot.” Dream just gives a shrug. “While I’m here, you mind if I grab a few potions for the road? All for personal use, I promise.”

“So long as you can pay for it.” You’re quick to jump into business mode. Dream nods, grabs what he needs and hands you a fair amount of emeralds and gold to pay for it before he’s out the door. Maybe now you could catch some sleep…

You never did catch any sleep, with so much rattling around your head paired with the new information that Dream had a revival book you just couldn’t get to sleep. The first rays of the dawn shone through your window, your house was extra quiet today, everyone had already left for the finally battle between Pogtopia and Manberg. You, of course, were taking no part in the fight but stay home wasn’t helping ease your nerves so you decide to stretch your legs and go for a walk.

The autumn air was crisp as you walk though the forest surrounding the area, doing anything and everything to calm your racing mind. The cad of some crows didn’t exactly help the situation tho, making you look up at the birds sitting amongst the branches. Now you weren’t entirely one for superstition, however the sudden appearance of so many crows in the area certainly left an uneasy feeling in your gut. That’s when you saw a large murder of crows flocking around a specific area up ahead, part of you wanting to turn back and head home the other part pushing you forward to investigate this strange occurrence.

As you draw closer to the area swarmed with the dark feathered birds you come to a complete halt when you see someone walking casually among them, heading towards Manberg. It wouldn’t have struck you as too odd, after all you’ve met many interesting characters before, but the large crow-like wings were a bit off putting, you just couldn’t place why until you remembered the old tales of a man chosen by Death herself to be her champion. There was no way this was that exact angel… was it? You don’t get time to think to much on it when the cawing of another crow catches your attention, this was staring at you, you stare right back which makes it let out another loud caw before swooping down and snatching a piece of gold from your pocket.

“Wha- hey!” You try to catch the bird but it dodges you and flies off. “Little thief.” You huff to yourself. You take in your surroundings again noticing the man you saw earlier was nowhere in sight now, not sure if that was a good or bad thing you decide you’ve had enough fresh air and head back home.

“There’s a saying, by a traitor… It was never meant to be…”

You’ve never felt so jumpy in your life, first you couldn’t sleep thinking about everyone involved with the war, then Dream revealing the book, now it was the possible sighting of the Angel of Death, while you still weren’t sure if you were just hallucinating it also couldn’t just be some coincidence. You felt ready to explode from all this anxiety, seems you weren’t the only one as a loud yet distant explosion is heard, enough to bring a slight shake to your home. Instantly your out the door, booking it in the direction of L’Manberg, stopping by the edge of a cliff that overlooks the little country… or what was left of it anyways.

“Oh Wilbur,” you sigh discouraged, “what did you do…”

I regret nothing