#i know this is fucked up but aww look at tommy he’s so happy on his birthday

[ladylunora]

aftermath thing :)

[ladykailitha]

Thirteen

I think the timeline on this one is a bit iffy. As Steve would have probably entered middle school in the 6th grade. But oh well. We’re just going to roll with it:

Or you can read it here on AO3

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Steve looked up at the three of them. Nancy to right, Robin to left and Eddie standing in front of him, all looking worried.

He wanted to try this with them first before telling anyone else.

“I’m bisexual.”

They all exchanged glances.

“You’re what now?” Nancy asked.

“I’m bisexual,” Steve repeated. “I like both boys and girls.”

Robin and Eddie’s eyebrows went up, while Nancy frowned.

“How long have you known you were bisexual?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Steve looked down at his hands. “Since I was thirteen.”

“Come again?” Eddie asked, eyes wide and his jaw slack.

“I’ve known since middle school I had a thing for guys, too,” Steve murmured. “I just didn’t know you could like both until later. I thought it was an either or thing, you know?”

“So who was your first boy crush?” Robin asked, sitting on the coffee table in front of Steve cross-legged.

“I don’t want to say,” Steve muttered.

“Why not?” Nancy asked. “Please say it wasn’t Tommy.”

Steve shook his head. “Um...it was my first day of junior high. I didn’t tie my shoes coming back from swimming and I tripped sending all my books and papers flying.”

“Aww...” Robin said. “Cute little baby Steve.”

Steve blushed, but kept his head down. “I was mortified. First day at a new school and I fuck it up by embarrassing myself. But this guy, a eighth grader I found out later, came over and helped get all my stuff together.”

“That was nice of him,” Nancy said.

He cleared his throat. “He told me that it was okay to trip up once and a while the important part is getting back up, then he ruffled my hair and then he was gone.”

“So that’s why you ruffle people’s hair out of affection!” Robin cried. “Because baby Steve got his hair ruffled by his crush.”

“Did you ever see him again?” Nancy asked.

“Loads, I just didn’t realize it was him until later,” Steve scoffed.

“How?” Robin asked.

“He changed a lot from middle school to high school, had a growth spurt, changed his hair, wore different clothes,” Steve defended.

Nancy nodded. Some of the kids in their school went through such massive transformations that if you looked at their school pictures as kids compared to how they looked now you wouldn’t believe they were they same person.

“When did you realize it was him?” Robin pressed. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and propping her chin on her knuckles.

For the first time since he started this whole thing he looked up. “When I found myself face to face with those beautiful brown eyes in the boat shed and he was pointing a broken bottle at my neck.”

Nancy and Robin’s jaws dropped and they turned to Eddie. An Eddie who had one arm wrapped around his ribs and the other hand was shoving hair in his mouth.

Steve cleared his throat. “This is why I didn’t want to say.” He stood up from the couch and moved to go pass them to his room, where he never intended to come out ever again. In either sense of the phrase.

But as he passed Eddie, the other boy reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Not even going to give me a chance to respond?” Eddie asked.

Steve looked away. “You don’t have to say anything, Eds.”

“I just have one question, before I do,” he murmured, drawing Steve close to him. “Do you still have that crush on that boy?”

Steve looked into those beautiful brown eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, of course I do. How could I not? Especially now that I know how wonderful he is.”

“Good,” Eddie whispered, spinning Steve to face him, “because I’ve had a crush on you since that day, too.”

Nancy and Robin looked at each other in happy shock and started giggling.

“Ahhh,” Robin squealed.

Steve didn’t hear any of it. All he could think about was how those beautiful eyes were staring at him, so full of love that he leaned forward and kissed those perfect lips.

Eddie made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan and pulled him into his arms.

Nancy and Robin quietly slipped out, leaving the two of them alone.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve breathed.

“I didn’t think you remembered until just now,” Eddie said. “I can’t believe I kept pushing you at Nancy.”

Steve giggled. “Kiss me again and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and murmured, “I don’t think I can stop now that I’ve had a taste.”

“And I don’t want you to,” Steve said softly.

Eddie brought their lips back together and they both felt like they had finally come home.

Masterlist

[writingamarie]

OMFG OMFG this episode. OMFG

Okay. Pre watching thoughts as someone who refused to watch any spoiler clips/pics... Eddie isn’t having a queer realization (disappointing) But maybe he’ll finally look at his relationship with Shannon realistically and remove the rose-tinted glasses he wears when he thinks about her. Hot priest will come back this episode -he can help Eddie actually get over Shannon (wish it was a queer realizations, disappointing) Henren will finally have a moment of peace. Buck and Tommy aren’t going to break up… they will actually have more intimacy and get closer than previous episodes (disappointing)

Are you fucking kidding me??? An urn??

Chimney hahaha he is the one liner king of this show

What interesting editing to try and hide old footage…. Eddie doesn’t always get a head. The way they didn’t care about bucks hair

Omg right away the church??? (Not watching the clip ahead of time kinda thought it’d be more but I really liked it)

“My… best friend” why the little mini hiccup? Also why do buck and Eddie keep wording things so people make wild jumps. (He touches me, lost my son, saw me with his dead mother -these poor listeners are always having to make wild jumps)

Omg jee liked having a sister

Lakers tickets? Buck doesn’t like basketball…

What an awkward moment like Buck is the only one that made it odd

Omg engaged Tommy

Omg not Abby!!! Omg. What in the fanfiction bullshit is this??? I’m dying. Buck is so fucking thrown!! Engaged for 2 years??? 2 years??? A himbo half her age? Aren’t you her age Tommy?? So is buck half your age??? Don’t judge an age gap. Buck is no himbo hahaha

So much marriage/divorce type stories this episode

His insides fell out!!! Gross gross that actually looks awful

Hahaha post glee world (except… Tommy and Abby dated in a post glee world so…)

Ugh buck can see a future with Tommy?? Cardboard cutout Tommy?? Damn it. Like I want Buck to be happy but I want him happy with someone with more personality

Aww I’d love another madney baby

They really had to tell us Eddie was straight. Like thanks. So happy with that. This is just not my week… let the man have range. Let him have options.

The breakup green is a lie isn’t it? The bucktommys are gonna get their love confession and I think my heart will break. This week sucks.

Wait wait wait. Is breakup green not lying?? Omg is Tommy dumping Buck right now?? Omg i know how this ends??? The parking spot was too good to be true!!!! OMFG WAR IS OVER???? WAR IS OVER!!! But also Buck was happy and was saying he was happy and I hate that Tommy ruined that for him even though Tommy was for sure right.

The pipe callback is gonna get us another madney baby!!! Omg she’s already pregnant!! Joy!!!

Hahaha dance in your underwear Eddie. Honestly he would be a tighty whities kinda guy. Go for it man. Be free.

Poor sad buck on Eddie’s couch while Eddie is so happy haha. Like Eddie didn’t even question it. Just took the beer and sat down half naked with his best friend

[the-fiction-witch]

Date

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept Date Night

I rushed around like a chicken with its head cut off making sure everything was as perfect as possible fixing the flowers, fixing the candles, making sure dinner was not gonna burn, making sure the music was at a sensual low that could easily be spoken over, having changed my shirt about six times because I changed my mind on how I looked in the mirror. Scratch that I just caught myself in the mirror by the door and this blue shirt is out because I'm sweating! God fucking damn it I'm bad at this. I threw my shirt into the laundry spraif half a can of deodorant and body spray on myself and grabbed a black shirt when I heard the door.

"Fuck! No no no I'm not ready!" I complained fixing my hair and opening the door but I relaxed "oh thank god. Your a life saver jack" I told him as I quickly ushered him in and he handed over the bag from the shop with the bottle of wine I forgot 

"You okay tom?"

"Yeah. Fine why?" I asked cleaning the bottle and adding it to the table 

"You seem a little… panicked"

"I'm not panicked. I'm just… anxious. I haven't been on a lot of dates since everything and even the fee dates I have been on haven't gone particularly well. And I really like y/n she's cute and she's funny and she's literally like a fantasy come to life. And I'm terrified of fucking something up with her. Especially given this is our tenth date which is the furthest I've gotten with anybody since… everything." I explained and I noticed his face "I'm fine. Really" 

"You say so. Still a lot of work for some girl." He says moving some cutlery on the table 

"She's not some girl." I answered fixing it back "she's y/n." I said "jack… I really really like this girl. And if I fuck it up now I may never forgive myself."

"Fine. But I wanna meet her soon."

"If tonight goes well I promise you'll meet her."

"This hyperfocus doesn't have anything to do with you not getting laid for over a year does it?"

".... It's not helping." I admit "especially given… what we've been texting." I nervously admit 

"Ooooh give me the phone"

"Hell no!" I yelled immediately hiding it

"Thomas I've been your best friend since literal preschool. We were once roommates. I've seen you naked more then I like to admit. I know your a weird pervy little fuck. Now let me read the kinky texts"

"Their not kinky!" I defended "we haven't got that far yet. We're still in flirty. But there uhh may have been suggestions. That we may. Get physical. Tonight. Or at least within the next couple of dates." 

"Alright. Have fun. You know the rules"

"Don't add to the population. Don't subtract from the population. Don't be a cunt."

"Good, and relax a little okay girls smell fear" he laughed before he headed out 

Well that didn't exactly fill me with confidence. I finished up setting up and right on time I heard the door so I went waiting a moment next to the door to check my hair and my shirt and everything. And I opened the door immediately being taken back.

She had these little white wedges sat on the doorstep, flesh toned stockings, a sweet blue and white off the shoulder gingham dress with a wide white belt and her usual silver necklace, her hair perfectly done as was her natural but still very beautiful make up. Her coat over her arm and a glass tray in hand.

"Hi Tommy"

"Hi y/n" I smiled egarly

"I bought brownies" 

"Aww your so sweet we'll have those after dinner" I smiled taking the tray from her happily letting her inside shutting the door up behind us.

I took the brownies to the kitchen fighting my urge to taste them as they smelt so delicious but I lead her to her seat and took her coat doing her a nice glass of wine.

We chatted as we always did had dinner and her sweet brownies as we talked about everything and nothing, I was so happy so smitten across the table from her, until our conversation began to get a little more… interesting talking about maybe going in a trip together, maybe staying over one night at hers and where we potentially saw us going and amazingly she was on the same page as me what and excited to continue seeing each other and eventually got into a little bit of a steamy conversation.

"Thomas, I really think if they're going to start… seeing each other more I really think I should tell you some things"

"Of course, tell me whatever you want to" I told her holding her hand across the table 

"Well, if things are going to be getting more physical I feel it's only best to warn you my tastes… aren't that common" 

"Oh?"

"Some guys don't-"

"Its okay just tell me we can be adults about this"

"Well, I really really like sex"

"Okay?"

"Like almost an unhealthy amount, like my sex drive is higher than a rabbit' 

"Oh"

"And you wanna know one of my favourite things to do?"

"Uhh yeah sure tell me."

"I don't know most guys get out off when I talk about this stuff"

"Ohh well I uhh I'm open minded, whatever it is I'm sure it's not that bad"

"Okay" she blushed "I really love sucking a guys dick"

".... really?" 

"Yeah" she blushed "I don't know why it's just I really really love doing it. It's so fun. I love the action, the sounds guys make. Especially doing it sneaky places."

"... really?"

"Yeah, I hope this doesn't change anything"

"Uuughhh so you're into giving blow jobs?"

"Yeah,"

"Well in sure I could learn to live with that" I smirked 

"Oh and my favourite position ever is reverse cowgirl"

"Ah then we have a happy coincidence" I smirked giving her a kiss "I have no problems with any of that. Frankly I'm confused what man would. But I don't mind." 

"Okay," she smiled giving me another soft kiss "so?" She smirked running her foot up my leg "please?"

"Absolutely!" 

[moondragon618]

hello!! if you’re still doing that ask game, could I request #3? “I’ll hate you until the day I die.” “Good, you’re still thinking about me.”

and perhaps during the disc finale? 👉👈 thank u so much!! your writing is so good <3

Lol you have given me the perfect opportunity to kill c!Tubbo for angst so I guess I have my very own "Dream kills Tubbo before backup arrives" fic now :)

Anyway here you go I'm very happy with how this one turned out <3

Warnings for Major Character Death (as you might have guessed lol), murder, abuse, blood, and obsessive + possessive behavior.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry p-please don't l-leave me I'm sorry-" Tommy wails desperately as he clings to Tubbo, uncaring of the blood that stains his hands and his shirt red and pools over the blackstone floor. "F-fuck, I'm s-so sorry-"

But it's too late. He's already gone, having bled out from the brutal axe wound in his chest. At least it didn't take long.

"Please, please n-no- please I need you-" he sobs between wheezing breaths, grief tearing him apart from the inside- like his heart is being slowly ripped out, leaving only emptiness behind-

Then he hears a chuckle behind him, dripping with twisted amusement-

"Aww, don't cry, my little hero. It'll all be okay, I promise."

That voice- that fucking voice, smooth and teasing and inhumanly casual, like this is all just a fucking game to him, like he didn't just kill Tubbo-

Tommy just shudders and clings tighter to Tubbo, trying to block it out, shoving away memories of withers and TNT and Wilbur that always creep up on him when he hears that nickname.

"Tommy, c'mon now, don't just ignore me," Dream says, uncomfortably close, and then Tommy feels a gentle hand in his hair-

"NO! Don't-" he shouts, jerking away from Dream's hand, breathing shallow and rapid- "D-don't fucking touch me- G-get away!"

He can hear Dream chuckle in amusement again, the sound both sending a chill down his spine and sparking a feeling of anger in him.

"Oh, don't be like that, Tommy. I did this for you, y'know?"

"F-fuck you," Tommy chokes out, a raw unbridled rage like he's never felt before building up in him. "Fuck you fuck you you- Y-you fucking killed him!"

"And who was the one who dragged him here, Tommy?" Dream asks, right next to his ear this time, like he's leaning over his shoulder. "You know, I wouldn't have even needed to do any of this If you had just stayed in your exile, little hero."

"S-shut up, shut up-" Tommy growls, his voice shaking and a feeling of guilt creeping in as he looks down at his hands, stained with blood from a hopeless attempt to slow the bleeding. "You killed him Dream! You did!"

But it's true, this all happened because of him, he could have just come here alone-

"Tommy, why do you even care so much? Do you think Tubbo really cared about you?" Dream says, with the slightest hint of irritation in his tone, although Tommy can still hear that stupid fucking grin in his voice. "Y'know, he's the one who exiled you, remember? And who was the only one who visited you nearly every single day? Not him, that's for sure."

"Fuck off, Dream! You fucking forced him to do that!" Tommy protests, finally tearing himself away from his dead best friend and turning around to face Dream, giving him the deadliest, most hate filled glare he can manage, bloodied hands trembling and clenched into fists.

The green bastard has his mask off now, revealing that deranged fucking grin of his, but the first thing Tommy notices is his eyes- they're glowing, bright, unnatural green, unlike the forest green he got used to in exile.

What the fuck?

"Oh, did I? Are you sure it wasn't you who forced him into that situation?" Dream taunts, his grin growing wider. "And tell me, Tommy, who was the only one who visited you nearly every day in exile? Who was your only real friend when everyone else abandoned you?"

"You're not my fucking friend, Dream! You never were!" Tommy yells, shaking and wheezing with rage, putting every ounce of loathing he has into his words. "I fucking hate you! I hate you! I'll hate you until the day I die!"

"Oh, good. You're still thinking about me then, aren't you?" Dream says, his eerily glowing eyes lighting up with excitement. "But I think we both know you don't really hate me, Tommy. Because you need me, don't you?"

"F-fuck off Dream, I don't fucking need you!" Tommy protests, shuddering as a cold chill creeps up his spine.

"Oh, but Tommy," Dream chuckles, grinning widely. "What if I told you that I can bring Tubbo back?"

Tommy freezes, all of his anger leaving him at once, leaving only an empty numbness.

"W-what..." he says with a shaky breath, trying to process what he's just heard. "No, no you- you're fucking lying!"

He has to be lying. Obviously Dream is just trying to fuck with him to get what he wants, right?

"I'm not lying, Tommy," Dream says, his tone slowly becoming more and more mocking. "But even if I was, what other option do you have besides trusting me? You wouldn't give up on your 'best friend', would you?"

"F-fuck you, fuck y-you-" Tommy curses, a sudden wave of desperation hitting him as he realizes what's happening. "B-bring him back right fucking now, Dream! If you can do it, then fucking do it!"

He's right, he's right, Dream knows him so fucking well-

"Oh, but where's the fun in that, Tommy?" Dream chuckles in amusement, gleefully taunting him with how much power he has. "I think I'd rather not lose this leverage I've just gotten, you know?"

Tommy lets out a sob suddenly as it all becomes too much, tears running down his face again.

"F-fuck y-you, I h-hate you, I-" he whimpers, grief overtaking him again, he just wants his best friend back-

And then he feels arms around him, pulling him into a hug, and he can't even bring himself to resist-

"Shhh, it's okay, Tommy. I'm still here for you, y'know?" Dream says, his voice soft and gentle as he starts carding his fingers through Tommy's hair. "I've got you."

Tommy just sobs and desperately clings to Dream, seeking out any comfort he can get- he can't do this anymore, he can't-

Dream just continues to comfort him, just like he always did in exile, just like he did at the beach party, because Dream is his friend Dream cares about him-

And then, distantly, he's aware of the sound of the Nether portal activating.

"Oh, Tommy, it looks like your backup is finally here," Dream says quietly, amusement in his tone. And then he hears another voice from the direction of the portal-

"I'm sorry, Dream. But you should have paid me more."

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

some colour themed excerpts I wrote for an activity on Reddit

“Tommy.”

Niki gave a guilty look as she stood on the doorstep to the dirt hovel the boy- just a boy, that was right, he’d never been allowed to get older- as she almost expected someone to answer. Sighing, she pushed the door open.

It was abandoned in a rush, the ghosts of a dead boy still holding through in a half-finished letter on the side, bed half-made, broken disc still running in the jukebox. Dust had gathered over the years, leaving the absence of the bright eyed, loud boy that should have been bouncing around every corner, sun yellow hair and sky blue eyes and skin freckled like the stars, suffocating.

“I.” Her voice dried up in her throat. What should she say? I’m sorry for trying to kill you? I’m sorry I freed that man? I’m sorry you’re dead? I’m sorry I never got to say sorry, for what not only I did to you but what we all did?

She'd hated him, once, but his absence had almost stung harder than Jack's and Tubbo's. Almost. It wasn’t the same sort of longing for friendship, but the bitter, venomous guilt she’d tried so hard to project onto him or Wilbur so she didn’t have to deal with it herself.

“I baked a cake for you,” she settled on, leaving the confectionery by the bedside in absence of a grave. “I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but I want to move on. And… I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.”

As she turned around, her time in this dimension running short, she swore she saw a grinning boy in his old uniform, just for a second.

—

“Tommy. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…” Dream grinned, jade green eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What did you see?”

“I- I-“ Tommy hyperventilated, pulling his knees up to his chin and hugging them tightly. “I- I-“

Dream kicked his ribs, and Tommy wailed, gagging up blood onto the floor as he crumpled. “Next time, tell me straight away, and I won’t have to punish you. You're not a person now, you’re a lab rat, and you need to remember that.”

—

“Aww, what did you make for me, Mikey?”

The zombie piglin child shyly pressed the drawing into Tubbo's hands, humming. Slowly, he signed the word “family”, darting his eye towards the floor.

“Your family?” Tubbo couldn’t help but be curious about the kid. He and Ranboo had let him stay in the mansion, of course, after they couldn’t find his home, and they’d almost started to see him as a son, but of course, he must have a family back there. It was like a stab to the gut, but it was for the best that Micheal go home, if he had one.

Micheal nodded, his pigtails bouncing.

Smiling, Tubbo opened up the paper, and gasped at what he saw. It was him, Ranboo, and Micheal, in amber and gold childish scribbles. Written next to him and Ranboo, in shakey text, was “daddies” and next to Micheal was “miky”.

Tubbo was tearing up. He'd never expected to be a father so young, at seventeen, but fuck, he loved his little Micheal more than anything, and the idea that the shy kid who still hid under his covers loved him like a father- it was enough to get to him.

Micheal anxiously pawed at Tubbo's fur. “Da-da?” His words had the same clipped tone Techno and Ranboo had, an Enderian accent.

“I'm okay, Mikey. Just… happy.”

—

“Do you know what this colour is?”

“Eau de nil.” Tommy gave an unimpressed glare. “What, did you think I didn’t know colours because I’m a Big Man? That’s a bit sexist, innit.”

Tubbo blinked. “I was just asking a question, man.”

—

The crater was stained by explosions, the colour of ash painting over every flag, every charred skeleton that would have been a house, every bone peeking out that Tubbo could only hope was an animal, and not one of his citizens.

It didn’t get easier. Whoever said that was a fucking liar. Tubbo always found himself back at those ruins, almost instinctively, and each time it felt like a punch to the gut, a sign of his failures. Maybe if he hadn’t been president, maybe…

You shouldn’t be expected to do any different. You were a child. It wasn’t your fault. some selfish part of him says, and he wants so bad to believe it but he can’t.

—

Tommy stood on the beach, a strained smile and tears already starting to form, as Wilbur took his leave. For some reason, he got the urge in those final moments to study everything- the tilt of his brow, the cascading blond locks that hadn’t been cut in months, that gaunt, pale face of his, the deep cerulean of his staring eyes.

Wilbur waved goodbye-

And that would be the last time he ever saw his brother alive.

—

A trail of crimson lead the hunter to his prey, wobbly footsteps in the snow slowly tapering along the same path. Taking the moment to analyse their distance, Dream realised with an amused hum that Tommy couldn’t have been able to do much more than hobble away. The determination of that boy always astonished him.

“Oh, Tommy…” he trilled, sadistic excitement in his voice. it was fine it was fine he could have a little fun he wasn’t a bad person right “I've found you!”

—

Tubbo slipped the silver ring onto one of Ranboo's claws by the light of the fire, and Ranboo did the same with a golden one.

“So… we're married now?” Ranboo twitched his ears.

“Yeah. I mean, I’d like to have a wedding some day, but for now…” Tubbo sighed, leaning onto his friend's- no, his husband's- shoulder. “Shit's pretty hectic. I just- y’know. I thought we should do it, before, y’know. Maybe one of us won’t live til eighteen, till there’s enough peace we can have parties and flowers. I don’t wanna be buried without you by my side.”

“That’s. Pessimistic.”

“Realistic, if you’re to be honest.” Tubbo took a second to take it all in. “So. Marriage. Does it feel like how you expected?”

“It doesn’t feel any different at all, honestly.”

“It doesn’t.” Tubbo leaned further into the warmth of Ranboo's vest. “That’s why I like it so much.”

—

Quackity unfurled his wings for the first time in a long while as he lay on the stone floor of the ravine, breathing a sigh of relief as they freed themselves from their bindings.

Schlatt had made him hide them- ugly things, he said, a disgusting mustard yellow colour that looked unsightly with every suit and left him looking far too hideous to be the eye candy he wanted, but he wasn’t Schlatt's anymore. He'd thrown his engagement ring into the fucking mud, where it belonged, and seeing the empty air on his fingers where the diamond ring used to be felt like a chain cut loose.

“You sure you don’t want a sleeping bag, Big Q?” Tommy said quizzically, tending to the fire.

Quackity yawned, rolling over onto the soft feathers of one of his wings and blanketing himself with the other. “Nah, man. I'm fine.”

“You gusta?”

Quackity laughed. “Yeah, me gusta.”

—

“Tommy?”

The ghost's voice sounded frailer than ever, barely audible from inside the Tnret, and Tommy didn’t move from where he was curled up on the makeshift bed.

“Tommy?” he repeated. “Tommy, if you’re not going to come out I’m going to have to come in because I’m melting in the rain.”

Tommy groaned. “Sure. Fine. C'mon in, Ghostbur.”

The half-melted parts of the ghost immediately sprung back to normal the second he saw Tommy, smile widening across his face. “Hi, Tommy. I missed you and I wanted to give you some blue, because I knew you were upset because…” He scrunched up his face in concentration. “Because of something! I can’t remember.”

Dream, but Ghostbur didn’t need to know that. Tommy gave the ghost a weak grin. “Go ahead then, man. I’m waiting.”

Cheerfully, Ghostbur took some of the sky blue substance flowing out of where a wound would have stood if he was a human, pressing the weird-feeling, sorta powdery substance he seemed to love so much in Tommy's palm. “There you go. Calm yourself.”

—

“… Do you think I look like a freak?”

Tubbo didn’t process Tommy's soft voice for a second, the vulnerability foreign. The idea of Tommy- loud Tommy, excitable Big Man Tommy- ever openly stating his insecurities where anyone could hear… that wasn’t like him at all.

“Course not. Why'd you think so?”

Tommy glanced down at the ground, and Tubbo gripped tighter onto his arm. Surely, he wouldn’t let himself fall from the tower, but Tubbo had thought the same and been wrong once before. “I mean- I can’t grow up, for one. You and Ranboo, you’re all tall and shit and you're not all skin and bones, and you’re getting all- y’know, like an adult, and I still look like a fucking kid. I’m stuck looking like I am the day I died. I look so weird next to you, now. You’re a grown ass man, and I’m a fuckin' teenager.”

Tommy took a breath, tugging on the white ends of his fringe. “And-and you've seen what he's done to me. The bruises, the scars, the white in my hair and how my skin's all grey and sickly looking. And- you can see every one of my bones. I look like I haven’t ate in days, and it’s not- no matter how much I eat, I look like I’m a freak. How do you stand it?”

Tubbo buried Tommy in a hug, holding him tight. “You’re my best friend, man. You could never look- look like a freak to me. Just a Tommy. Like, dude. Do you think my scars make me look freaky?”

“Of course not!”

“Well, there you go.”

—

Tommy clung to Sam's back like it was a lifelife, the foliage beneath his fingers rustling and letting out a soft hiss. The rain fell down in sheets, soaking through the meagre rags he had left and leaving sodden curls stuck to his face, and it was an uncomfortable ride- even if Sam was like a centaur and shit, that didn’t mean he knew how to carry a half-conscious teenager comfortably through the night.

Tommy had never felt happier in weeks.

He was free. He was free and Sam wasn’t going to let him go- go back there. He'd promised. Tommy buried his face into the soft, grass like material that covered Sam like fur- green, but a dark forest green, not his green- and cried, for the first time in a long time, tears of happiness and not sorrow.

[calmthefuckdownalright]

I’ll bite, how about some ice skating headcanons?

Mine, thank you Anon-

Im gonna handle different peoples from the SMP in here as well bc Schlatt on skates is tickling me

Contains: C!Wilbur (& Ghostbur), C!Schlatt, C!Dream, C!Tommy (platonic)

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C!Wilbur

Wilbur doesn't know how to skate

He's the lankiest boy and his central sense of gravity is non existent

That swagger and confidence is false as he loops the skates onto his feet.

"How hard can it be? It's just some ice."

You however have been ice skating since you were a kid and knew a thing or two

Needless to say it's very funny to watch ad Wilbur constantly stumbles and falls on the slippery surface while you glide by with ease

"Just some ice huh?"

Ghostbur

Ghostbur gets so excited when you ask him to come skate with you

Even though he is practically freezing all the time he doesn't mind and actually turns into a child when you help him bundle up the layers of scarves and sweaters. For padding as well as warmth.

Ghostbur is a bit more graceful than Alivebur but he too falls on his butt every few laps. He's more than happy to return to the frozen surface day after day to practice till he can skate with ease.

Its certainly better than being scolded by everyone who still blames him for what Alivebur did.

Schlatt

"Y/N I don't have time for silly little games like ice skating."

Schlatt is very resistant to the offer and doesn't bother with considering if he's hurting your feelings..he just says things.

You've grown used to it by now and are even bold enough to shoot your own fiery words.

"Aww is someone a little scared of the cold? Afraid they'll embarass themselves to no one?"

Schlatt doesn't necessarily enjoy it when you mock him so after several stern looks he agrees to go with you.

Layer after layer is put on and Schlatt is already a pretty bulky guy so the sweaters and coats only add to his muscular form.

Lets be honest he absolutely makes a fool of himself.

Lots of cussing and angry words thrown at you.

His nose twitches against the cold and it starts snowing at one point and his horns get a nice layer if frost on them.

Cold Ram Boi

Dream

Of course Dream knows how to ice skate. He's fucking Dream.

Now that doesn't mean he's any good.

"Ah! Y/N I'm going to fall!"

Panicky green man.

Questions himself as to why he agreed to this.

Picks up pretty quick and keeps a hold of your hand the entire time. When you skate ahead to do a trick or pick up speed to dust him on your next lap he tends to fall just from sheer amazement

Dream is sweet about it when you fall but not after letting out that well known kettle laugh for a good 2 minutes.

Tommy

"Ice skating? Seriously? Why the fuck do you want to go ice skating?"

Tommy doesn't know you can skate and on the rare occurrence Tubbo leaves you alone with him during the cold winter days, you invite the chaotic boy to your hobby.

"Ranboo ice skates with me."

Of course Tommy isn't going to be one-uped by Ranboo so he acquires some skates.

Totally not stealing them or anything...

And accompanies you down to the pond now frozen over.

"Y/N I swear if I fall and bust my ass I'll kill you myself."

Very prideful and like Schlatt, cusses a great deal when he does fall.

He eventually gets the hang of it and actually has some fun.

"I heard y'all went ice skating!"

Of course Ranboo finds out and it actually ends up being a great pass time for the four of you.

(Ranboo teaches Tubbo and Michael even comes along every now and then.)

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Merry Christmas everyone!!

[wikiangela]

time for Lone star 4x01!

spoilers under the cut!

(some episode thoughts that got too long lmao)

aww I missed them so much

I agree with Paul, olives do ruin everything (like, fr, every single time there are olives I try one as if suddenly they tasted better, and every single time I wanna throw up lmao)

they're looking for wedding venues aaa I can't wait haha

not to be that bitch, but... oh my god Rob Lowe looks so good, the hair looks fantastic (like oh my god his hair 😍), and on a motorcycle?? wow, Owen has never been so hot 🥵

loving Carlos hanging out with his mama, and tbh this season all I want is to learn more about Carlos and his life outside of TK and the 126 (like, I've been wondering since at least s2 - does he have any friends outside of the 126, or Michelle in s1? like, does he hang out with his work colleagues, anyone else? what did he do before everyone moved there, aside from hanging with Michelle?? 😂 give me something 😂)

and here's Carlos!! the man I've been dying to see a whole 6 minutes since the episode started lol they could give him every single second of screen time and I'd be loving it tbh

tell TK what?? I'm so nervous lol but it can't be that bad if Andrea knows and isn't freaking out right? 😂

GRACE!!!! 😍 😍 😍 I got so excited when I saw her I heard and saw her I had to pause lmao - I missed her so much 😍

raining frogs... what the fuck is happening 😂

what in the apocalypse is this episode 😂

Carlos being married to Iris... I guess it might be an interesting storyline? not sure I like it though, and it doesn't make much sense in the context of s1, at least as far as I can remember 😂 (it kinda feels like they wanted drama for the sake of drama but weren't sure what to do with tarlos bc they can't break them up again, so they were like, fuck it, it doesn't have to make any sense) but whatever, let's look past this 😂

the frog in the throat is making me so uncomfortable I can't 😩🤢

well, I guess I'm happy that TK isn't mad or anything 😂 still, this came out of nowhere and it kinda doesn't fit to what we know - then again, we don't know much about Carlos🤷🏻‍♀️

that dude in the porta potty had some serious bad luck lmao on top of everything to land squarely in the tank of water lol

pls tell me that this season continues s3's Owen being just hilarious 😂 because I really enjoyed him last season, and I can't stop laughing at him now 😂 (also, he just looks so good? I'm sure it's the hair, something's changed idk 😂)

Carlos in that shirt with the necklace hanging out - oh my good he looks hot 🥵 that color looks so good on him fr 🥵🥵🔥

am i sensing something brewing between Tommy and Amenadiel from Lucifer? 👀😂 does that mean he's gonna stay? I kinda figured he wouldn't be a one off character when I recognized him tbh 😂

Iris looks so familiar and I'm not sure if I've seen this actress before or if she just looks similar to someone

not sure how I feel about her character yet, imma need more time to get to know her

what the fuck has Owen gotten himself into 😂 jfc that was..... lmao

so Catherine's gone? 😭 nooo, I love Amy Acker, I hoped she'd be back 😭

FBI?? now that's interesting - and where do I know this chick from??

sooooo, was that 1 tarlos scene supposed to be the "new fan favorite" like Ronen said? I'm kinda underwhelmed ngl😂

It was a great first episode, the calls really were something, and the personal drama is delicious though also confusing, I'm still not sure if I like the whole Iris storyline (not bc of tarlos, obvi, just in general it doesn't seem.... good? idk, maybe they hyped up the secret too much or smth but it's kinda meh - I've been waiting for more Carlos and his backstory since s1 so I'm kinda disappointed rn) can't wait for the wedding tho!

I hope Tommy will actually find love and happiness, and I wonder how this whole pastor thing will unfold

the most intriguing thing is probably Owen's thing right now and so far I'm not even mad 😂

well, those are my thoughts as I was watching, can't wait for the next one!

[stitcheswashere13]

I thought of a heartwarming request for whenever you're up for it. Think you can do a female s/o leaves for deployment; which is heartbreaking for the slashers.

And then after a few months, the s/o comes home and see the slashers' reaction into seeing them.

(It's up to you if you want them to come home with an injury [missing arm/leg, in a wheelchair, or suffered with PTSD] or that they come home not injured)

be sure to add Jason, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and the other characters that you know and love.

AWWWWW- AWWWW- im dead from this, Oh My Heart. This hits home for me, my uncle who is dead now was a soldier and came back with PTSD from loud noises.

Includes Jason, Thomas, Bubba, and because I haven't done this fan favorite in a while.- Tiffany Valentine.

Warnings: PTSD, some slashers crying, Fluff. Female reader

Side note: I did the PTSD or screaming and loud noises. Its a mix of the two throughout this

Welcome Home!

Jason Voorhees -

*Knock* Knock* Jason heard a very quiet knock at the door as he grabbed his knife and got ready to kill whoever was at the door this time. He looked out the blinds in the scene of hope to somehow see you. When he does to his surprise you were home, just standing there waiting for the door to open. He threw the knife into the wall and ripped the door open. The door made a loud bang when it hit the wall and you quickly covered your ears, tearing up slightly. Jason put two and two together and figured out about your new PTSD of loud sounds. You see Jason lightly sign that it's okay, so you uncover your ears. Jason then nearly tackles you to the ground with his hug. "I... Missed you, my flower girl." He then lifts up his mask and kisses you on your forehead. You and Jason then spent the whole day cuddling and hanging out together. Pamela came home with your favorite food and you all ate catching up on good times. (ima be honest with yall, Pamela cried with happiness when she saw you)

Thomas Hewitt-

"hey, Tommy sweetie, I have some news," Mama Mae says while scanning the room. Thomas then looks up at her scared of what the news could be and if he has to worry. "Well, Y/n has PTSD of loud noises and screaming, But she's back in case you want to see her." Mama Mae says while looking at her feet. Thomas then ran up to her hugging her tightly before running into the kitchen to see you. "Tommy!" You say so happy to see him. Thomas ran up to you, with happy tears in his eyes as he lifts you up and spins you in the air before setting you back down and placing a little kiss on your forehead. The whole day Tommy treated you even more like the queen you are. Every single day/time Hoyt yells either Tommy or Mama Mae would hit him in the back of his said and say "Lower your voice." Tommy tries to tape the victim's mouth shut before they wake up to keep them quiet for you too.

Bubba sawyer-

"Bubbaaa," Choptop says while shaking Bubba awake. "ughh, It's the middle of the day, Wake up from your nappp. Y/n is back and has PTSD on loud noises so I can't yell to wake you up because she's in the kitchen, hmmm," Choptop says while still tapping Bubba. Buba then shoots up after hearing your back and runs into the kitchen, hoping your back and Choptop weren't fucking with him. Bubba sees you and starts making his little happy noises while running up to you and hugging you from behind. "I Missed you..." you hear him mutter. "I missed you too Bubba", You say burying your head in his chest, happy to be back home with the sawyers.

Tiffany Valentines-

"Honey Im Home!" You quietly yell from the bottom of the old staircase. You hear Tiffany scream with glee and you quickly cover your ears. She runs down the stairs to see you. you quickly mention that you can't handle loud noises now due to the field. "Aww- Sorry about that Sweetface, I missed you so much. I love you" She says as she kisses your cheek. You hug her tightly happy to be back home and with your lover. "Small confession", You hear her say with a soft smile. "yeah?" you respond back. "Well, you texted Chucky and said you were coming back and I bothered him to the point of him telling me when you are coming back sooo, your favorite is in the fridge." You hear her say with glee. "aww thank you!" you say with excitement. You and Tiff. Spent the whole day together and ate the food in the fridge, happy to see each other again.

END NOTE! Thank you for the request, I loved writing this, sorry if it is short. And I saw someone @ me in a post that said "Me waiting for Stitches to write another thing with Tiffany in it" So I added her too. (also because I'm a simp) Thank you guys for the love on my post, check out my pinned post for info.! Requests are open, and Have a lovely day!

[imaginemcyt]

sisterinnit!

cc!wilbur soot x tommy’s older sister

tw: language

note: this one uses specifically she/her pronouns, however, you can replace them with your pronouns. it won’t change the story at all. sorry that this is kinda shit but tumblr deleted my draft and i had to completely rewrite it so this is what i’ve got. hope you enjoy! <3

“y/n this is wilbur, wilbur this is y/n.” tommy gave the basic introductions with a bored look on his face.

“y/n simons, pleasure to meet you.”

“wilbur soot, the pleasure is all mine.”

as he shook your hand, you stared into each other’s eyes. he wore a small smile, that was almost a smirk. was it just you, or was there electricity when your hands touched? that had to be in your head, right? your gaze lingered on the other for perhaps a little too long before you let go of each other’s hands.

“now get out, y/n.” tommy pushed you towards the door.

•••

“y/n can you see wilbur out? i’m busy!”

wilbur looked at you with a smile, causing you to blush. you nodded and yelled back at your brother, “yeah!”

you led wilbur to the front door, opening it and stepping to the side. you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“it was nice meeting you, y/n.”

as you stuttered out a reply, he gave you that same almost-smirk and turned away, walking down your driveway.

•••

“what are you doing up?”

you jumped, not expecting to see someone in your kitchen at two am. then you remembered tommy had invited friends over.

“oh, it’s you. i… i can’t sleep. what are you still doing awake?”

you filled a glass up with water and began to drink it, putting it in the sink when you were done.

“tommy snores really loud.”

you both let out a light laugh at your younger brother’s expense.

“well, since we’re both awake, do you want to do something? we could watch friends? that’s all i was doing anyway.”

“that sounds great.”

you both made your way up the stairs and into your room. you sat on the bed and set up the laptop with the episode you were currently on. eventually you were laying down together watching joey do lunges in all of chandler’s clothes.

(like this ^^^)

you were about halfway through a second episode when tommy interrupted.

“what the hell are you guys doing?”

you both looked up at the tired gremlin child.

“watching friends.” wilbur gave him a cheeky smile.

•••

“hello?”

“oh! uh, hello…?”

“oh it’s you, wilbur!” you spoke over your brother’s headset while he was in the bathroom.

“y/n? hi! what are you doing?”

“well tommy’s in the toilet so i wanted to see who he was talking to. turns out it’s you!”

wilbur let out a chuckle. “it’s me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!”

“uh oh, gotta go!” you threw down the headset before running for your life.

•••

“y/n, hang out with us!”

you stopped at the doorway, looking back at the group of boys all sitting on the floor. jack manifold, tubbo, and wilbur all stared up at you.

“no, y/n, get out of my room.” tommy spoke from his spot on the bed.

“aww, why can’t she stay?”

“yeah, tommy, don’t be a dick, man.”

��y/n, stay!”

“no, y/n, leave.”

you looked nervous, being pulled in two different directions, before ultimately deciding that you had other things to do.

“sorry guys, i should probably go.”

a chorus of disappointed groans and “aww”s left the group before you waved and closed the door behind you.

you went back to your room, deciding to give your brother his space despite your loneliness and boredom. you knew you’d want the same from him.

you decided to mess around with your ukulele to pass the time. you played your favorite song, singing along quietly. it wasn’t long before a knock on the door made you stop.

“come in.”

the door opened and none other than wilbur soot popped his head in.

“hey.”

“hey. tommy asked me to tell you to shut up, but i think you sound lovely.”

you turned slightly pink. “oh, uh, thanks. tell tommy i’m sorry and i’ll keep it down.”

“no need, he’s a prick anyway.” he made his way to where you sat on the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“what are you playing?”

you smiled and told him about how it was your favorite song by your favorite artist and you loved how fun it was. he requested you play a little bit for him, so you did. when you were done, you started to talk about it a little more.

at least until you realized he wasn’t listening. he was staring at your lips, leaning in. you followed suit.

the door burst open, causing you two to spring apart.

“wilbur, what the hell is taking so long? and what are you two doing in here with the door closed?”

wilbur smiled at tommy. “playing music, of course.”

tommy gave a skeptical look, dragging wilbur out of the room with a “keep it down, y/n!”

wilbur stopped at the doorway. “by the way, i quite like hanging out with you, y/n.”

•••

“your hands are so tiny!”

“they are not,” you gasped. “your hands are just huge, probably because you’re a giant of a man.”

wilbur laughed. “put your hand up,” he instructed. he touched his to yours gently, showing off the size difference.

you both giggled before stopping and looking into each other’s eyes. he gave you a gentle smile and slipped his fingers in between yours, interlocking them and holding your hand in his larger one.

you looked back at him and smiled.

•••

you knocked on the door three times, and he answered not long after.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

“tommy thinks he left his sweater here and asked if i could drop by and pick it up on my way home.”

“oh yeah, one second.”

he disappeared for a moment before returning, holding your brother’s red hoodie. “here you go,” he said with a smile.

“thank you. sorry to bother you.”

“it’s no trouble. can i walk you home?”

you felt yourself heating up and smiled. “if you’d like.”

he nodded and grabbed his jacket. then you both started off toward the simons residence. you almost made it before it started raining.

it was light rain at first, so you carried on. however, it got heavier by the second, and pretty soon it was pouring on you two.

wilbur took off his jacket and held it above your heads. “we’re almost there, run!”

the two of you ran the rest of the way, only stopping once you got to your porch. you looked at each other for a moment, catching your breath. then you started laughing. you were both soaked and standing there like idiots, laughing at yourselves.

your laughter soon died down, and then you were just smiling at each other. he reached over to you and brushed a wet piece of hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

you weren’t stupid. you knew the look he was giving you was a lovestruck gaze, but you decided to play dumb.

“what?”

then finally it happened. after months of flirting and mutual pining, he closed the gap and kissed you. with his right hand on your face he crashed his lips to yours (a/n: that sounds violent but it’s not meant to be lol), pulling you closer with his left. you wrapped your arms around him, hands tangling in his hair.

passion mingled with desperation and you kissed long after you were breathless. you didn’t part until you heard a loud yell of disgust.

you instantly sprang apart with swollen lips and red faces.

“are you fucking kidding me? that’s my sister, man!” tommy yelled, glaring at wilbur.

he then looked to you. “and you, kissing my best mate?!”

you stood there shocked for a moment before coming to your senses.

“uhhh, I wasn’t kissing, were you kissing?” you said, turning to wilbur and praying to god he caught on to your obvious lie.

“no, i wasn’t kissing.” he shook his head.

“neither was i! see, no kissing here.”

“i’m not stupid,” said tommy, voice low and angry as opposed to the shock and disgust from before. “i saw everything.”

he then turned and walked away from the door, leaving you two alone again.

a moment of awkward silence passed. “i should probably… you know.” you said, pointing to the house.

“oh yeah, no, definitely.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“and look, i’m sorry if i ruined your friendship with tommy. i know you guys are close, and i hope he forgives you.”

he gave you a sad smile. “same here, love.” he then kissed your cheek and took off into the rain once more.

you went inside and tried fixing things with tommy, who refused to speak to you. after sitting outside his bedroom door for nearly an hour, you finally gave up and headed back into your room. you opened discord.

[your username]: tommy’s ignoring me. i’ve just sat outside his room for an hour and he refuses to talk to me.

WilburSoot: i’ll give it a go.

he did not speak to wilbur. tommy left him on read every time.

•••

tommy avoided you entirely for two weeks. he left the room if you walked in, and he wouldn’t speak to you at the dinner table. your mother was curious what was going on between you two, but neither of you would say anything about it.

finally, you’d had enough.

you asked your mother to call tommy out of his room, since he wouldn’t answer if you were to try. she did, just wanting you two to speak again. once he arrived in the living room, you jumped him. you grabbed him around the middle and threw him on the couch, planting yourself on top of him so he couldn’t run away. your mum left the room.

“hey, you asshole, get off of me!”

“no, tommy! enough is enough! you’re not leaving until you hear me out!”

“no, i don’t want to talk to you!”

“too bad because i’m not moving until you hear what i have to say! i don’t want us to keep avoiding each other like this.”

he went silent and thought about it for a moment, an angry and skeptical look on his face. “…fine. get it over with.”

you took a deep breath.

“tommy, you’re my little brother, and i love you. i’ll always love you, even when you hate me. just know that i never meant to hurt you or make you angry. however… you can’t tell me how to live my life, or who i can be with. i want to be with wilbur. i can’t help it, tommy, i love him. you can be happy for me or not, that’s your choice. but what isn’t your choice, is who i love.”

by the end of your speech, your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery. you got off of tommy and helped him sit up.

his face softened. “you… you love him?”

your tears ran down your cheeks. you nodded. “i do.”

tommy sighed before pulling you into a hug. it was rare for him to show affection, especially to you, but after everything that happened between the two of you, he felt it was important.

“i love you, y/n. you’re my sister, i could never hate you. i’m happy for you. but just know, best mate or not, i’ll castrate him if he makes you sad.”

you laughed, wiping away your tears.

“i should… probably speak with wilbur, yeah?”

you nodded. tommy stood and went back to his room. you followed not long after, and even though you knew it was frowned upon, you stopped to listen at his door.

“tommy, thank god you’re speaking to me. listen, man, i–”

“do you love her, wilbur?”

“what?”

“my sister. do you love her?”

“i– yeah. yeah, i do.”

“good. listen, all i want is for y/n to be happy. meaning if you make her cry, i’ll murder you.”

wilbur chuckled on the other line, making you smile.

“you won’t have to worry about that. i promise you i’ll take care of her.”

“just don’t make my sister cry and don’t be gross in front of me, alright big man?”

“you’ve got yourself a deal, tommyinnit.”

you smiled again before heading off in the direction of your room.

[lucysarah-c]

Honestly, imagine a Y/N whose family is part of the nobility even if she's not actively part of her family anymore. She keeps close contact with one of her cousins to whom she's really close. He, her cousin, it's part of like the true inner circle of the king like those who are with the interior police and goes to these special prayers that Uri or Frida did. He doesn't tell her anything, to protect her. "ignorance is a blessing"

One day, she pops up and tells him "I am paired up with this weird dude from the underground. But he's really nice!" and then, months later she says "I really like him and he likes me back, I think. He's really strong, but sweet and tender with me." She presents his new guy to him and his cousin stays there looking at him like:

BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKING ACKERMAN, HE'S RELATED TO KENNY ACKERMAN. So he had to like "smile and pretend you're not freaking out" because "I know how Ackermans behave towards those they love" so he's happy his cousin that's like a sister to him is going to be protected but also "HE'S A FUCKING ACKERMAN". So now each time she is excited to tell him how strong her crush is, he's like "aww so cute.... and scary"

That's Tommy in this chapter, that's basically Tommy in chapter 15.

[businessbois]

TommyInnit Appreciation for 4 minutes and 6 seconds (part 6, here’s 1 2 3 4 5 if you need that serotonin)

timestamps+transcript:

1:06:13 Settling Into Snowchester February 23

Tubbo: (reading dono) “‘Hey Tubbo, I was wondering if you could tell a story on how you started getting big on Twitch.’ I owe it literally all to TommyInnit. I would— Without TommyInnit, or Tommy even, I would literally still just be chilling on, like, 400 viewers. Like, I would not be— I would not be anywhere near— like, I see the number 70 thousand in the viewer box up there and that just does not clock for me. Like, that is—that’s just—that is so far beyond the dream, it just seems unbelievable. So I basically owe it all to Tommy. He’s the reason I was able to join the Dream SMP. He’s the reason that I didn’t quit even when I hated, hated certain aspects. Like, when I did Skyblock YouTube for ages. Like, ‘cause there were times when I was gonna quit, but he motivated me to keep going. He has an unbelievable work ethic, he does.”

42:01 Snowchester Improvements February 6th 

Jack: “Wait, did he [Tommy] hit 5 mil, though? Hold on. Sorry to break the moment, but did my boy 5 mil?” [typing] “AYYY! He hit 5 mil! Aww, good on him! Really happy for him. I’m breaking RP now. If I had to put a tag on this, I’d put ‘/irl.’ Bless him. Good on him. Ay.”

11:53  TommyInnit Slept In On the Sidemen??

Randolph: “But how crazy that he’s done that now? On the same game?” Simon: “And it’s like, he doesn’t, like— We played Minecraft. He is, like, 400 thousand viewers on Minecraft.” Randolph: “Yeah. Yeah.” Simon: “That’s insane.” Randolph: “And it is interesting. I do like his content and I’ll—I’ll— I don’t watch him religiously, like, I’m a fan of— I wouldn’t say I’m a fan of him, like, I’m not— You got what I’m saying, right? Simon: “Yeah.” Randolph: “But I go onto his Twitch and watch, like, a little bit of it just to see the numbers. It’s mental. And it is entertaining.” Simon: “Yeah, I mean, he is literally, to me, he is literally like a younger Harry [Wroetoshaw] on Minecraft.” Randolph: “Yeah, and you know what I really like about him? Is he’s good at, like, making the—making content on his stream.” Simon: “Yeah.” Randolph: “So he doesn’t just play a game and then edit it later, you can see, like, he changes his camera angle and his stream deck while he’s playing.” Simon: “Yeah.” Randolph: “And he’ll zoom in and stuff, and he’ll turn the music off and he’ll cue the music up. It’s really actually a skill. It’s like a DJ radio presenter and a content creator at the same time.”

1:23:46 we vibe January 13

Ponk: “I asked Tommy and it was like, ‘Uh, how do I join this?’ because Tommy—my goodness—Tommy off-stream is the nicest person I’ve ever met. Like, he is so kind. He replies to messages, like, instantly, right? I know he’s a busy person, but he will still do that.”

 25:40 Wilbur’s Stream February 4

Wilbur: “I wanna do big ups to someone right now. Uh, TommyInnit. I need to give big ups to TommyInnit, right. Uh, so during my time being fucking anxious and shit. This is the last thing before we get into questions by the way. During my time being fucking anxious and miserable and sad, I have pretty much not spoken to anyone online, ‘cause why would I reach out?” (laughs) “'Cause you know its like—when— I—I dunno if anyone else has the same thing thing as me, but when I'm miserable I just wanna kinda shut myself away for a bit. Not in, like, a depression way in like a—I'm literally—I think it would take too much energy. Uh, and here he is, Big Man Tommy has been fucking messaging me every day and, like, saying ‘We're talking,’ like, ‘Come talk today,’ and basically been dragging me over to my PC and making me chat to him. And it’s—it’s—” (sighs) “It’s so nice.” (thanks sub) “I—I— I get out of the shower at fucking 5 PM, after laying in bed for three hours on my phone. And the only reason I'm getting out of bed and going to my computer is because TommyInnit has said ‘Come talk to me.’ He's my best friend. He's my best friend and I used to tell him how depressing that was that I’m best friends with a 16 year old but I'm— It’s not depressing. It’s not depressing. He's a fucking legend, TommyInnit is.” (thanks sub) “He’s a fucking legend. He deserves every bit of success in the world and I’ve said that from day one. You can fucking looking at interviews with me from fucking day one when he had 100k subs. He’s a fucking legend so, yes, that’s— I’m calling out, I’m calling out TommyInnit.”

[strawberry-jammers]

a child to protect (pt 3)

tommy x child!reader || a fun time

tommy gets cloths for (y/n) to wear in the tundra, and has a little fashion show

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt 4

The next morning Tommy got up to steal more things, and make (y/n) more clothes for colder climates. Tommy whent outside to get some wool, having stolen everything he wanted from technos. He needed to get some supplies for his kid.

Tommy opened the door from the basement, walking outside to the cold air. It smelled of winter goodness and blood. Tommy didnt pay to much mind, not even to the fact he was supposed to be hiding. Tommy started his walk to the forest for some sheep. “I think blue would be a good color, ghostbur would love it-”

“HEH tommy what are you doing near my home??” ah. He forgot about the blade. “Hey hey man hahaha funny seeing you here!” techno growled. “It's literally my home, what are you doing here?” tommy looked at the blade. “This is my home! Technoblade i think you've gone a little crazy there bud.” techno pulled out a pickaxe. “Ill sick this threw your teeth, get out of my house tommy.” “blade blade, this is our house! We own it together-” techno was tired of this. “Wait how long have you been here??” tommy grabbed a grapple. “A day or so.” he bite the golden apple. “That's where all my stuff whe- wait is that mine!!!” tommy walked back inside, albeit quickly and panicky. “Finders keepers, besides it was in our house.” “IT'S LITERALLY NOT YOUR HOUSE!” tommy shook his head, eating the apple. “Do you have any wool or something to make cloths with? I need to make some.” “yeah, your outfit is atrocious, it's also torn up and dirty and stuff.” tommy yelled back, “NOT FOR ME BITCH!” techno stood there a bit confused, until he heard a bell sound from below them. “hEH??”

before

 (Y/n) sat in the room, playing with the stick Tommy gave them months before. They had to wait for their dad to come back, but after awhile they got restless. 

(Y/n) heard loud noises upstairs, but they were more determined to find something new to do. Looking around the room, they saw a gold bell next to the prime log. Eyes sparkling, they crawled over to the bell, holding their stick in hand. Sitting next to the bell, they touched the shiny thing, intrigued. They then had a bright idea

Beat the thing with the stick. 

So they started to bang the bell with the stick. It was loud, very loud, they soon stopped and started crying instead. They were really close to the bell and hurt their ears. A faint “hEH'' was heard upstairs, but (y/n) couldn't hear it over their crying. Tommy quickly climbed down the ladders to get to his child. “Hey hey, shhh it's okay, are you hurt?” tommy asks. Rushing over to the small child. They kept crying, Tommy not knowing what to do. “Shh shh hey hey it's okay, it's okay.” he said softly, trying to calm the child. (y/n) over time stopped crying, feeling more and more sleepy as time went on, all the while techno just stared at them, rightfully confused. Tommy rocked his baby till they fell asleep, placing them in their crib. Tommy looked at his child happily, before turning to the person he was fighting a second ago.

“So, got any wool?”

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Techno, albeit against his will, let tommy and (y/n) stay with him for the time being. In exchange, they had teamed up for the time being. Techno didn't really like his predicament, having to deal with an annoying brat and an orphan, but he had to go with it. The voices enjoyed having the baby around, so techno couldn't kill them.

Shortly after their confrontation, techno went out to gather wool for the two. Tommy took what he had and started to make more clothes for the child. He had learned the basics of sowing from eret way back when, so he tried his best. 

"(Y/n), try this on." The baby looked at him, just wanting to play with the crows that visited often. "No." Tommy sat there, baffled. "D-did you just tell me no??" "No!" "Okay well now you just lying." The kid giggled, continuing to pet the crows. Tommy grabbed his kid, sitting them on his lap. "Your trying this on." The kid pouted, but complied, slipping on the sweater. "Good?" The kid nodded, crawling off tommys lap and sitting with the crows again. 

Tommy sat there for a second, contemplating. "How the fuck do i make pants…"

Tommy had to ask techno if he knew how. He didn't, since he's never had to make pants, so he asked Phil if he had any baby cloths or if he knew how.

“Helloo” techno says as he enters phil's home. “Jesus christ- you know your not allowed in limburg tech.” techno shrugs. “Eh, anyway i came here for something.” phil nodded. “What is it that you need? Ore, food, books-” “i need baby clothes.” “WHAT-” phil wasn't expecting that request. “I need baby clothes, got any? I know wilbur was once a kid so.” phil looked at his old friend questioningly. “Do you have a kid??” techno looked very offended at this. “Ew no id never adopt an orphan. No, tommy needs it.” phil was still confused. “Techno, tommys not a baby-” “NO NOT LIKE THAT! He found a kid so now he's raising them, and they need baby clothes.” phil nodded. “Ohh sorry mate, yeah i think i have some of wilburs old cloths. Lemme go check.”

Phil came back with a bag full of wilburs old clothes, he said just to take it and see which would work for a baby. 

“I wish i could come visit, but tubbo needs me for some fucking reason.” techno nodded. “Thank you phil.” philza smiled. “Anytime, now go, make sure tommy didn't kill any of the animals.” techno panicked. “NO THE TURTLES-” 

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“Okay little (f/i), we’re gonna try this on okay?” (y/n) nodded, ready for the cool new outfit they are gonna get. 

Tommy pushed a mirror in front of the child. “You like it?” they baby wore a striped yellow sweater with some cute little overalls. They also had snow boots and a beanie to go with it. (y/n) smiled, giggling partly at the fact that they were looking at themself. “You look cute big man! Now, lets see if there's anything else you might like.” 

The rest of the day was spent picking out clothes for them, seeing what fit and what they liked. Tommy was having fun with this, so he suggested they do a fashion show for when philza could visit. The kid was excited at this, wanting to meet the all so old philza minecraft. Tommy took care of the clothes that they didn't like or just plain wouldnt fit, while (y/n) messed with the toys that were found in the bag. 

“TECHNOOOO!” tommy yells, climbing up the ladder. “Whaaat.”he says, in the main part of the house. “Can phil come here tomorrow???” techno climbs down the ladder to meet the loud child. “Why?” tommy throws the bag in a random corner. “(y/n) wants to meet phil and show them their outfits.” tommy says, not as loud as before. Techno sighs. “Ill see if he can.” YEEEES!!! (Y/N) (Y/N) I HAVE GOOD NEWS-” tommy yells, climbing down the ladder as fast as possible. Techno chuckled, getting back to what he was doing prior.

The next day, phil came by as requested. He was excited to meet the young child, remembering when wilbur was young. Philza opened the front door of the cottage. “Helloooo.” techno says as always. “Hey mate, how's the wife?” techno snorted. “Great great, sitting in the boat as always.” they stare at edward who was staring at them as always. “In all seriousness, whos taking care of tommy been?” he asks, sitting down at one of the chairs. “Fine fine, nearly lost my hearing but other than that fiiine.” phil chuckled. “yeah he’ll do that.”

Tommy came up stairs, hearing the new presence come into the house. “Phiiilza, big p how you beeeen!” philza stared at him. “Don't call me that. I've been fine, visiting tech whenever i can. I heard your raising a baby? How's that going.” tommy sat in the chair next to the old man. “Great! (y/n)s been great, having spent some time alone, their happy with the constant attention.” tommy says happily. “What do you mean by alone?” phil asked, concerned on what he meant by that. “Uhh, anyways me and (y/n) wanna put on a little show for you! They wanna show off their new outfits.” phil let it slide, not wanting to pry to hard. “Aww mate, i wanna see the outfits.” tommy smiled, running off. “TECHNO SET THE STAGE. (Y/N) GET HYPED!!” techno snorted, displeased.

Philza chuckled at his old friend. “First i let him into my home, not killing his child, and now i'm doing shit for him? Ugh.” techno works on the little stage area for the two kids. “Calm down mate, he's just excited.” techno rolled his eyes, sitting next to phil. 

“WE’RE BACK!!” startling the two old men, Tommy runs up the stairs with (y/n) covered in a small blanket. He says the outfits are a surprise.

“Ready everyone?” phil and techno say yes while (y/n) says no, their favorite word. “Youre not ready (n/n)?” (y/n) shook their head. “Hat!'' Tommy gasped. “Your hat!” tommy grabs (y/n)s hat from the pile that he brought up and put it on their head. “There! Now you ready?” the kid nodded, getting ready for the fashion show they had been preparing for. 

“Okay!! Go little (f/i)!” (y/n) crawled their way in front of the curtain that blocked the old men from seeing the other two. They tried to stand up, having the help of Tommy to get on their feet. They stood proudly, showing off their winter outfit. They adorned a dark green winter coat, with black pants and little snow boots. They also had a grey beanie to add to the outfit. 

They continued this, philza thoroughly enjoyed the show they had put on, and techno thoroughly hated it. He kept trying to leave, but Phil kept dragging the piglin hybrid back to his seat. He didnt wanna ruin the fun the two were having. 

"Tadaaa!!!" (Y/n) said, having finished the show. Phil clapped happily, while techno slowly clapped as to not be the only one not clapping. Tommy picked up the small child, holding them in his arms. "That was fun, right little (f/i)?" Tommy asks. (Y/n) nodded, giggling happily. "Fun!" Philza laughed, standing up. "I better get going, Don't want ghostbur getting worried." "Awwwww buy you haven't fully met (y/n) yeeeet." Tommy complains, Phil just laughs at him. "I'll be back eventually. Now i have to go. Bye (y/n), you did really well back there." "No!" (Y/n) says, even tho they looked pleased with the compliment. 

"Bye everyone, have fun cleaning that up." Phil says, referring to the stage and piles of clothes. Techno snorts in annoyance while Tommy just ignores phil's comment. Philza leaves the house, closing the door behind him. 

"Anyways, have fun with that techno!!" "Oh no you don't! GET BACK HERE!!!"

[the-fiction-witch]

Y/n's here

REAL LIFE

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING SEXY + FUNNY (MAYBE MILD SMUT)

I laid on my sofa focused intently on my book, the sweet crackling of the log burner across the room it's gentle glow most of the light for the room. My blinds closed as they often were. My records gently spinning away playing the sweet soft tunes. I considered for a moment getting up and getting another coffee as I had emptied my mug a few minutes ago but I didn't want to get up, maybe at the end of this chapter. For a second my attention headed south, my blood pumping, slightly throbbing, my attention now completely on myself. I was hard. Like really hard. I shut my book glancing down at myself, I was completely hard, stood like a tent in my jeans throbbing gently with excitement.

"This is not that good of a book." I said to myself "what the hell are you do excited about?"

At that moment I heard the front door, ohh crap. I got up and grabbed my button down from the staircase wrapping it on a tie around my waist to not give away I was completely hard to whoever is at my door and I unlocked it and opened it

"Hello Tommy" y/n giggled it her cute little purple pinafore dress

"Awwww hi honeybee, you didn't tell me you were coming!" I smiled happily letting her in so happy to see her

"I want to surprise you" she smiled "I brought pizza" she giggled showing her shopping bag of pizza, wine and snacks

"You are so sweet" I smiled giving her a sweet kiss

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did. I always miss my little honeybee" I smiled giving her a kiss and she happily cuddled me closely

"Oohh. Hello" she giggled clearly feeling how hard I was "you really miss me that much tommy?"

"Course I did. He always gets so excited to see you"

"Aww why did he get so excited then?"

"I honestly don't know. Just got really hard and then you showed up"

"Clearly knew I was coming" she giggled, heading to the kitchen.

I stood sipping my coffee looking around at the various shops, I didn't have much to do today so I figured I'd go shopping, maybe get some new records or new pants or something, I don't know I just didn't wanna sit at home all alone again. I wonder around looking at various things for a while when I noticed.

"God fucking damn it" I sighed noticing I was hard, 'why? Why? Why now? What is exciting here? Soap! Soap ain't that exciting'

"Tommy?" I heard behind me so I turned and saw y/n in her sweet little pastel blue dress with her handbag

"Awww it's you! Hello honeybee" I smiled giving her a cuddle and a kiss "I thought it was you"

"Did you recognize my voice?" She giggled

"No before you spoke"

"Hu? How? Was it just because I always shop in here? Does this place and it's soaps remind you of me tommy"

"A little bit" I laughed "but I just… had a feeling you were around"

"A feeling?" She asked and I squeezed her a little closer to me "ooh. How did he know I was here if you didn't?"

"I don't know but it keeps happening. Maybe he sense's when his pretty ladies around"

"Maybe. You wanna come shop with me?"

"Yeah come on we'll go around together" I smiled holding her hand.

I stood in the kitchen making dinner I know y/n was meant to be here soon but she got held up at work so I was working away with dinner for when she gets back, even if she said she was gonna pop home before she came grab another bag and box of stuff as she was in the process of moving in with me I had some of my drink leaning against the kitchen counter looking out to the garden when I felt it. I was hard. "Y/n's here" and as I'd by fucking magic I heard her key in the door

"Helloooooo!" She calls as she came in

"Hey"

"What's the matter?" She asks as she came to the kitchen noticing my tone

"What have you done to me?"

"Hu?"

"What kind of penis controlling witchcraft have you done to me woman!" I complained "every single time you arrive, anywhere as soon as your in like ten feet of me I get an erection, and not just any mild random erection like a throbbing ready to fuck erection! Every single time even when I'm not expecting you, or I can literally use it to know you're around because the minute you are in my zone I get hard. Now what kind of witchcraft have you done to me"

"Tommy" she giggled giving me a cuddle "I haven't done anything to you, I'm as surprised by it as much as you,"

"You promise you haven't done some kinda witchcraft to my dick?"

"I promise"

"Alright then, I don't know how or why it keeps happening I really don't"

"Maybe he just senses I'm close and gets all excited. Doesn't he get excited to see me?"

"Of course, I always get excited when I see my little honeybee." I smiled giving her a cuddle and a few kisses "you finish up dinner I'll go grab your stuff" I told her kissing her head

"Okay tommy, my bags in the passenger seat and a picked up a box from home and threw it on the backseat"

"Alright I'll grab them for you" I told her taking her car keys

"Besides, if I had done anything like that to your dick it wouldn't be witchcraft. I'd likely be voodoo" she explained as she cooked

"Wait. What! I class voodoo as witchcraft honey" I told her

"Ohh"

"So have you done voodoo to me?"

"...no" she smiled

"That does not fill be with confidence"

"I promise I haven't done anything to you"

"Alright then" I nodded going to leave

"Course if I had it's not like I'd tell you" she giggled

"Have you. Or have you not done something to me and my dick. Yes or no. I'm serious now y/n"

"No"

"Okay.. thank you honeybee" I smiled giving her a kiss and going to her car even if I admit I'm still suspicious.

[itsallyscorner]

okay so I love littlemix!reader x Tom holland??? the best pairing ever??? Anyways could you do something based of Holiday, like it’s obviously based off their lovers and maybe his reaction to the song & mv? Pls I’m in love with Baby Mix btw 😌❤️

Glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix member!reader x Tom Holland fics, I’m enjoying them too🥰 Thank you for the support on Baby Mix, btw, I appreciate it! Sorry for taking so long! Much love and happy reading💖

💌.

Holiday

I completely forgot when the girls dropped the video so I’m making up a time. Enjoy:)

Counting down the minutes to midnight, Tom continuously refreshed the YouTube app on your smart tv. The two of your were in his shared home with Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine. You’ve been staying with the lot since the beginning of quarantine; London’s travel ban prevented you from catching a flight back home to your family, resulting in your boyfriend, Tom, begging you to stay with him and his mates. You didn’t have a problem with it in all honesty, the boys were great and respectful roommates. Though you were the only woman in the house, they provided you with entertainment and respected your alone time. They were a nice group of lads, letting you in on inside jokes and making you feel like you were part of the gang. By now, you probably were part of the gang. Harrison even considered on replacing Tom with you.

“Bubs, the video’s not gonna be up yet.” You glance at the screen that showed the previous videos the band’s channel posted. Tom huffed, nudging your arms apart so he can squeeze through them to lay on your chest. The two of you were currently in his room waiting for the release of Holiday’s music video. Tom had been anticipating the video all day, asking for hints about the music video’s concept and wondering how it looked.

With his body snuggled up against yours, he rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arm around your torso. His other hand reached towards the tv with the remote as he clicked the video for Break Up Song.

“I know it’s not gonna be up yet, but what if they accidentally uploaded it early? I wanna see the video already.” He whined. His fingers began to drum to the beat of Break Up Song on your stomach.

You laughed, fingers carding through his brown curls that have grown for the past months. He hums along to the song while you text the girls. He lets out a chuckle once he sees you on the screen doing the dance that he’s been helping you learn for the video. You had been struggling to get the choreography down and doing the moves on time. Noticing your desperate attempts at the moves, Tom offered to help you. Obviously in the end you perfected the choreography, seeing as it made the video, thanks to Tom.

“You are so cute.” He mused watching you dance around in the video. “Look at you dance, I don’t know what you were so worried about. You look so adorable when you dance and look at your face! Just wanna squish those cheeks together.” He began to tease you. You whine his name out as he reached up to squish your cheeks together with his hand. Your phone began to rang causing him to stop. He glances at the sceeen, “It’s my best friend, lemme answer it.”

“Go ahead.” You giggled handing him your phone. His head remains on your chest as he answers the FaceTime call. Jesy pops up on the screen with a giant smile but it drops once she sees Tom, changing into a playful scowl.

“Hi best friend!” Tom greets her loudly, a playful grin on his face. Jesy rolls her eyes at the boy.

“Hi Tom.” She greeted him sarcastically. “Give the phone to (y/n).”

“She’s right here, see,” Tom moved the phone further away so you were both in the frame. You waved at her, “Jess I miss you!” You cried.

“I miss you too darling—Tom give her the bloody phone!” Jesy scolded him through the phone. He let out a dramatic sigh before handing you your phone and snuggling into your stomach, mumbling something about “not being able to catch a break from the constant bullying of Jesy Nelson.”

“Right just a few minutes left, I’m trying to get the other girls on here.” Jesy explained as she tapped around her phone. Sooner or later. The two of you were joined by Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne.

Perrie let out a squeal as she saw everyone on the screen, “You guys I miss you so much!”

“Didn’t we all see each other just a few weeks ago?” Jade asked sipping on a glass of wine as per usual.

“Yeah, on the set, but it’s a few weeks too long.” You pouted. You noticed that everyone was drinking except for you, “Wait, has everyone got a drink except for me?”

Leigh-Anne’s eyes scanned everyone on the screen, “You are, are you in bed already? It’s so early babe.”

“Leigh-Anne’s it’s literally about to be midnight, it’s late.” Jesy chimes. Jade makes a sound of disagreement, “I mean does time even matter anymore?”

“What day is it anyway? I’ve lost track.” Perrie thought out loud. You moved to get up from the bed but Tom stopped you. “Where are you going?” He whispered.

“I’m getting a drink, I’ll be back.” You patted his cheek before sitting up. He stops you once again and stands from the bed, “I’ll get you one.” He kisses your temple and leaves the room.

“Aww, was that Tom?” Jade asked leaning closer to her camera. You hummed, “Yup, being the amazing boyfriend he is and getting me a drink.”

Perrie smirked at you, “Gosh, there’s that smile again. She’s whipped for ‘im ladies!” The girls began “ooo-ing” like a bunch of elementary school girls. “Guys, stop.” You whine.

“Have you told him the part you wrote was inspired by him?” Leigh-Anne asked, chin in her palm.

“No, I’ll tell him while he’s watching. He’s been so excited the whole day, probably more than me.” You chuckle. As if on cue, Tom comes back in with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“Tom’s going to be so nerdy about it, like a cute nerdy, you know what I mean? All mushy gushy. Like how he gets whenever (y/n) kisses his cheeks.” Jesy said as the girls cooed. Tom peeks from beside you.

“Did I hear that correctly? Did Jesy just compliment me?” He asked everyone, looking back at you for confirmation. You shrugged as you looked at Jesy. Jade stifled a laugh at Jesy’s annoyed expression.

“Oh fuck off you div. It’s an observation. You could barely compose yourself whenever you’re around (y/n).” Jesy playfully jabs at him. You adored their friendship, it was like a brother/sister bond. Jesy being the older sibling and Tom being the annoying little brother.

“Jes, leave the poor boy alone, he makes our baby happy.” Perrie defended Tom. Tom smiles thankfully at her, “Thank you Perrie, at least I know some of you like me.”

Tom pops open the champagne and takes one of the glasses to pour the beverage in, “But I’ll take it as a compliment Jes. Cheers to that.” He raises his glass and clinks it with your phone screen. You and the girls continue to talk until midnight. When the video was finally released you all celebrated and took some screenshots of each other to post later.

When your FaceTime call with the girls ended, you turned to Tom, who already had the video up on the screen. He made grabby hands at you and pulled you to sit in between his legs. With his back against the headboard he made sure the two of you were comfy before asking you, “Can I click play now?”

You chuckled at him as his leg bounced, “Yup.” He pressed play, placing the remote down and wrapping his arm around your front to pull you closer to him. The intro to the video starts, the title of the song appearing on the screen in a water type font. Jesy pops up on the screen singing her part, Tom cheers yelling “It’s my best friend!”

Tom hypes each of the girls up while they appear on the screen, cheering their names. When the chorus comes, his brows furrow as he looks down at you. “Wait where are you? Why—why didn’t they show you yet?” He questioned you, visibly upset. You were about to answer but instead pointed to the screen when you realized your part was coming up.

Boy, have I told ya?

You give it to me like no other guy

We got that heat, yeah, like the summer (summer)

And that's why I'm so glad I made you mine

You appeared on the screen, body cladded in a white bikini that had gold straps for both the bra and thong. You bursted out laughing when you saw Tom’s reaction. His eyes look like they were about to bulge out his head while his jaw was slacked.

“Holy...shit.” He mumbled eyes glued to the screen as you sang. The scene was you in that blue hallway type set. You looked at the camera, bedroom eyes fully activated as your back slid down the wall. You felt his grip around you tighten, his breathing getting deeper.

The scene changed to the one with the planets, sculptures, and lounging chairs. You were seen walking towards a Chaise lounge, giving the camera a perfect view of your bum. While you sat sideways on the couch in the video, Tom couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous you looked in the video. You looked like a goddess, confident as you strutted around in that little number of yours in the video.

You turned to look at him once your part was done and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You know my whole part was about you right?” His head snaps to look at you, “You wrote something about me in a song?”

“Tommy, I always do. Who else would I be singing about?” You asked him amused. He took a second to think before shaking his head, “I thought it was in general, like it was based on how you would feel if you were with someone that made you feel that way.”

You nod at his explanation, “Well yeah, the fans could see it that way. But when I sing it, it’s about you.”

A goofy grin made its way to his face before he giggled, “It’s about me.” He pulled you into a hug from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. He turned back to the tv to see you all dressed as mermaids while you sang your part in the chorus.

“Wait what—you’re mermaids?” The look of confusion appeared on his face again as he tried to figure out the video. He looked at you then back to the screen, repeating the action a few times.

“I never thought I’d say this, but if you were a mermaid, I’d still fuck you.” He confessed with a shrug. You bursted out laughing at his confession, “How do you even fuck a mermaid, Tom?”

His hands gripped your sides, voice going down an octave, “You tell me, (y/n). Get the mermaid tail back and we’ll find out.” You looked at him shocked, “Thomas!”

He laughed dropping the act and went back to watching the music video. “Wait, I’m still cofused. I thought you guys were in space cause of the planets and stuff. Why are you guys also underwater? And mermaids?” You tilted your head trying to come up with an answer for him.

“Um—it’s a spa, on a another planet, which also has an ocean I’m guessing, and that’s why we’re also mermaids?” You explained, also questioning yourself.

“I like the concept, probably the most random video you guys have had, but it’s sick.” He approved of the video with an impressed look on his face. When the video ended, he immediately pressed replay. Though when your part came up this time he let out a “GOD DAMN” before his eyes scanned you up and down. When he finally felt like he’s processed the music video, he let it play in the background and paid attention to you.

He leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly, “Love, that was amazing. I’m proud of you.” He was quick to add on, “And thank you for writing a part of the song about me, I never thought someone would write a song about me, not even a part. But thank you, I love you so much.”

You giggled shoving your face into his neck as you both moved to cuddling. Suddenly you remembered something you and the boys promised to do.

“Tom! We were supposed to watch the video with the other boys! Remember we promised to not watch it without them?” You leaned back to look at Tom who was already shaking his head.

“Oh they’re not allowed to watch the video.” He muttered. Your brows furrow at him. Tom motions to the tv, the part where your bum was facing the camera on the screen.

“Because of that, I don’t need them seeing that, that’s mine.” One of his hands trail down the length of your back to grip your ass. He rolled over so he was on top of you, dipping his head into your neck, his lips ghosted fluttery kisses along your skin. You let out a content sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. When his lips reached your ear, he whispered, “But seriously though, you should think about investing in a mermaid tail.”

[oddaodd]

Hi love your writing, I have read all of your fics !

Can I request a Tommy Shelby x Reader please ?

She has her own job, but her boss keeps trying to make a pass at her and she hides it from Tommy.

Can imagine he’s reaction when he finds out 😱 Thank you xx

· One Of These Days These Heels Are Gonna Stomp All Over You ·

Author’s note: Aww thank you so much, i feel so flattered! And thanks for requesting this, I loved writing it and I hope you enjoy it and have the loveliest of days! 😊❤️

Warnings: One loathsome man, harassment, violence and implications to smut. 

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Y/n visibly sighed as she saw her boss entering her classroom. Her boss, Milton was the priest who ran the school she worked at. Y/n wasn’t a religious person but she managed to get a teaching post at that very school thanks to her neighbor who allegedly was close friends with some of the directives of the school.

At first y/n was beyond happy to work there, she loved teaching and her students loved her. Everything was going dandy till she caught her boss’s eye who just couldn’t take no for an answer.

It started with flowers on her desk and then invitations to dinner and the opera and though y/n declined them all making it clear to Milton that she was taken, omitting the part by whom. She didn’t want to have to hide behind  Tommy’s reputation to be left alone. But Milton never stopped his advances. Their nature however, changed.

What were flowers and gifts turned into cornering her in unoccupied spaces like her classroom after school hours and “accidentally” touching her when he walked near her. Why couldn’t arsehole Milton just respect her rejecting him and move on was beyond her.

Y/n started leaving her school early, never staying behind to grade papers in her classroom like she did when she had just begun working, but rather taking them with her  to grade at home. She knew that if she told Tommy he would take care of the sleazy man, but she also knew Tommy had a lot on his plate, besides the boiling anger she started feeling towards Milton made her want to take care of it by herself.

Milton, however seemed to have caught up with her early departure of every day and came into her classroom as soon as the last kid left with a creepy smile across his face.

“Tell me, sweet bird. Is this the day you finally agree to regale me with your company to dinner?” He mellowed as he walked to her desk

It had come to a point where even the sound of his voice gave y/n nausea.

“I have stuff to do at home” she replied curtly as she packed her things, avoiding Milton’s gaze.

“Maybe I can lend you a hand” he said standing behind her and groping her bum.

Y/n jumped at the contact, the urge to throw up at the feeling and without thinking about it turned around and punched Milton in the face. She couldn’t help the smug smile tugging at her lips as Milton took his hand to his nose. Blood gushing out of if and onto his hand. For a second she thought he would finally leave her alone but he smiled a crooked smile and went to grab her wrists. Y/n was quick to stomp on his feet and escape his grasp before rushing to the door.

“If you walk out that door, consider yourself fired!” Shouted Milton after her.

“Then fire me you fucking swine!” Retaliated y/n slamming the door behind her.

Feeling like her heart was about to explode she   began running to the Shelby company betting shop, knowing that Tommy would be there.

A knot started forming in her throat and she noticed her  knuckles began turning a shade of purple when she slowed her pace and entered the building. Not wanting to attract too much attention she tried to steady her breathing, barely saying hello to Polly, Arthur and John before entering Tommy’s office without knocking.

“What did I tell you about knocking, Lizzie” began Tommy, but as his eyes fell on y/n’s anguished face he stood up and made his way towards her. “Love?”

Y/n fell into his embrace. The nauseating feeling of before invading her senses again as she processed what had just happened. she began sobbing ugly sobs as she began to feel guilty, blaming herself for Milton’s actions.

Tommy wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to cry into his chest for a while and when her crying softened he prompted her to look up at him with his finger.

“What happened?”

Y/n took a breath  “I just lost my job”

“Why?” Asked Tommy, concern evident in his eyes. He knew how much y/n loved her job.

Y/n told him everything about Milton’s disgusting advances and how she punched him and stomped on him. Tommy’s eyes filling with anger as her story progressed.

Carefully, Tommy took her hands In his to examine the bruises around her wrists and knuckles, his jaw clenching at the sight.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked trying to keep the anger and deep hatred he felt for this Milton priest guy at bay.

“Because you have more important things to do” y/n said with a tiny sob avoiding Tommy’s eyes  “I didn’t think it would go this far”

“Ey,” said Tommy softly grabbing her face “Nothing’s more important than you”

Y/n smiled a sad smile and pressed a trembling kiss to Tommy’s lips finally feeling at ease. Tommy followed along noticing the need in y/n’s action.

“I’m gonna pay Milton a visit” promised Tommy, merely parting from her. Danger evident in his voice. “I’m going to make that bastard regret ever touching you”

Y/n stared into his intense eyes and traced her finger along his jaw. Insidiously looking forward to Milton’s suffering and feeling hot at Tommy’s protectiveness.

“Nobody touches what’s mine” he whispered before claiming her lips possessively and guiding her back to his desk. Perching her up on his desk he began kissing her neck earning pretty moans from her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

When they left Tommy’s office hand in hand,  y/n felt much better. Tommy drove her home and told her he wouldn’t be long before driving off to find the scumbag.

That night was Milton’s last night on earth before his descent into a crooked hell. 

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