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hi! love your writing! could you possibly do dating headcannons for technoblade?! possibly including some kissing/cuddling :)
I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’m finally on break so I’ll be posting a little more frequently for now! Also I got very carried away with this one,,,, um,,, it’s almost 4,000 words long,,, can you tell Techno is my comfort streamer?? And gender-neutral pronouns as usual! (Edit: This is C!Techno btw, didn’t think I needed to point that out seeing as we all know the actual streamer is not a bloodthirsty half-piglin man but I just got an angry anon in my ask box, so I’m specifying.))
Dating C!Technoblade HCs
Techno being half piglin shares their obsession with gold, and in turn, likes to gift you gold as often as he can. Usually, in the form of jewellery that matches his own, he even gifts you a ‘friendship’ emerald, embedded in a choker you wear most days. And of course, if you ask for it, he makes sure to acquire a crown for you to match his own. As a man who forges his own weapons, he is aware of the process of smelting and sure, he could make the jewellery himself but he’s not very crafty with his hands. Dealing with the small potion vials he uses to brew is difficult enough for his large hands, let alone something as finicky and delicate as jewellery. But when he’d asked you to make your relationship ‘official’ per se, he did persevere and make a ring for you, he ended up making several and scrapping too many he didn’t think were good enough. This continued until Phil had to intervene telling him that if he wasn’t gonna hurry up and ask you he was gonna do it for him, mortified at the thought Techno buckled down and despite the ring’s faults, which were only obvious to him, he gave it to you. You adored it of course, and then he told you he had made it, and it only made you love it more. Techno had underestimated how he would feel when he finally saw you wearing it, he almost killed Phil. The two had been sparring outside in the snow when you had come riding up from the nearby forest, the ring on your finger glinting against the early morning sun and stunning him. Him blindly thrusting his sword forward, head completely turned to you as you approached. Only turning away when he noticed your horrified expression. Thankfully Phil was fine, but you were banned from flashing anything too shiny whenever you came to visit. Techno never heard the end of it from Phil and yourself, however, teasing him for it whenever you had the time.
Techno is a man of few words, for the most part. His love language leans closer to physical touch and acts of service. This man craves your touch, you can hold him so gently in your small hands and he can hardly describe the feeling that washes over him. He wonders if he feels contentment, or if he just feels whole for once. The latter terrifies him because he has no idea what he’s going to do if he ever loses you. That’s a lie. He knows what will happen. The voices will finally win, and it’ll be over. He’ll be lost in the consciousness of a mind that was never truly his own, to begin with. But when you hold him he forgets about all of it, his mind feels clear and quiet. Even if it's just for a few minutes he cherishes those moments, holding you tightly to his chest and simply letting himself breathe. You are his rock, undoubtedly. And now that he’s lived without you for so long, he never intends on letting you go.
Techno’s favourite way to cuddle with you is when you’re both lying on the couch, you draped over him, head on his chest. Sometimes he’ll read to you and sometimes you’ll lie with him for hours, begging him to take a break for once. Even Phil can’t pull him away from his work on his worst days, but you never fail to tempt him with warm cuddles by the fire. Another one of his favourites has to be when every blue moon you wake up before him, he’s quite a light sleeper so once you stir, he’ll wake too. But if you manage to remain undetected and get downstairs he will groggily trudge down the ladder, shirtless and hair an absolute tangled mess. Without a word he will simply wrap his arms around you, pulling your back tightly against his chest and nuzzle his face into your neck all whilst grumbling that you left him alone to wake up. You will always giggle and apologise with soft kisses and a steaming cup of coffee, of course, he begrudgingly forgives you. Those slow morning cuddles as you cook are some of his favourites. When you desperately try to scoot around the small kitchen to stop the eggs from burning and he merely holds you tighter, strength easily holding you back as you whine out complaints as he chuckles against your neck.
Techno is such a sucker for you whenever you kiss his scars. He has a few on his hands that you will always target if you ever feel if he is getting quiet or distant. Your lips on his skin always pull his spiralling thoughts back to the present, back to you. Whenever he starts to feel less than human you practically drag the man to your shared bedroom to remind him of how human he is. Sometimes Techno will tell you the tales behind the scars you pay particular attention to, others he won’t, you focus on those the most. Doing your best to lighten the dark clouds that plague him on his worst days.
Techno isn’t one for a lot of PDA, content to hold your hand and occasionally kiss your forehead. However, if he ever feels threatened by any of the other members of the SMP he is likely to hold you close and glare down anyone who dares look your way. But Techno isn’t intimidated by anyone at the moment, meaning he has no reason to act particularly possessive whilst you’re out. This man adores your hands, he loves watching how small they look in his own. He’ll kiss along your knuckles, especially if you’re wearing the ring he gave you, he’ll murmur a soft, ‘Looking gorgeous your majesty.’ Just to watch the way you smile brightly at him when he does, almost always leaning forward to meet his lips with your own.
Techno is plagued by the memories of his past, the voices a constant reminder of this. He can handle them during the day, but it’s at night when he’s most vulnerable to them. The first time Techno wakes from a night terror you are practically thrown out of the bed as he violently jerks around. Which instantly sets you on alert, Techno sleeps like a rock usually. It’s only when you manage to stand up that you can see him, his body is caked in sweat, strands of his long hair sticking to his skin, the sheets are even damp from it. ‘Techno.’ You try to wake him, knowing he’s a light sleeper. But that doesn’t work. Eventually, you cautiously climb back into bed, tenderly holding his face in your hands, noticing tears slipping down his cheeks as he practically trembles. ‘Techno.’ You call his name again, nothing. ‘Techno!’ He shoots up, sending you flying backwards again in case he threw a punch with him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out. You’ve never seen him look so terrified before, he scans the room, eyes darting every which way until his eyes finally land on you. ‘A-Are you okay?’ You probe, the tears start again, but they are silent and run quick down his cheeks. His breathing is shallow and quick as his eyes seem to lose focus, looking straight through you. You move closer to him, ‘Hey, hey.’ You coo, unsure what the hell is going on because of course, Techno wasn’t going to tell you he has night terrors. You take his face in your hands again, wiping at the tears on his skin. ‘Techno you’re safe, you’re okay.’ You speak clearly before he pulls you closer, shoving his face into your chest, his arms tight around your middle. You wrap your arms around him as best you can, repeating comforting phrases until his grip loosens, and eventually, he pulls you back down to lie with him. You don’t ask him about it until he mentions it the next morning over breakfast. You hold him close as he talks, face emotionless and eyes blank, trying to distance himself from the events even as he retells them. You deserve to know the atrocious things he’s done. And yet you still choose to stay. Even after everything he tells you, you don’t budge from his side. That speaks louder to Techno than any confession of your undying love could.
Techno is a wanted individual and just by interacting with him, you’re put in danger. But being his partner doubles that danger by tenfold. His enemies will see you as his weakness and desire to use you against him. So, he takes it upon himself to train you, he knows the last thing you want to do is be the cause for his capture or untimely death. As much as Technoblade claims he never dies, if it were your life or his he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for you. This terrifies you beyond belief of course, so you agree to let him train you. No matter if you already are somewhat skilled Techno’s paranoia surrounding your safety will always encourage him to push your skills further. Most early mornings the two of you spend together, sparring for hours until the sun is high in the sky or until you grow too exhausted to continue. Which in the early days, was often. But there comes a day when you finally best him. He doesn’t remember if he was going easy on you or was distracted by his surroundings, scanning the perimeter. He only remembers the moment you knocked him down onto his back, you look down at him panting with such a shocked expression. Techno looks up to you and holds out an arm, you take it ready to pull him back up only for him to pull you down with him. Techno holds you tight to his chest, the sun warm on both of your faces as it reflects upon the surrounding snow. Neither of you speak but you both understand what this means, you’re ready.
Techno isn’t one for grand gestures to prove his love to you. The man is dramatic, sure. But he finds himself yearning for simplicity, and you provide it. He doesn’t tell you he loves you very often, he is a man of few words, you’ve always known this so you never expected it. However, his actions scream it to you. Countless times you have mentioned small complaints about little things in your life and Techno takes them on as if the draft in your window had a personal vendetta against him. As if it had threatened your very life. You’d never seen a man fix a window frame so aggressively before. It was funnier to watch than you’d admit to him if given the chance. On one particular occasion, you mentioned his absence from the cabin, his explanation of the importance of the Syndicate and the new room Phil and himself had constructed. You understood and didn’t mention it again, not thinking anything of it but a necessary and temporary inconvenience. Only for Phil and Techno to be set up at the kitchen table when you came downstairs the next morning, the table covered in tattered books and coffee spill-stained scrolls. You were confused for a moment, spotting the Syndicate plans, codenames, etc sprawled out in Phil’s chicken scratch. Until it clicked. Hauling all of the stuff up from the Syndicate room had been a bit of a pain but the way your eyes lit up in realisation was more than enough for Techno to know it was the right choice.
This man cannot keep a secret from you. Most may think he isn’t very talkative, but you can hardly get him to shut up sometimes. Not that you’d ever want him to, eager to listen to whatever he has to say. He will always come to you when he feels he needs advice, knowing you will offer a fresh perspective that may give him the breakthrough he needs to make an informed decision. You are his rock and he never wants you to forget that. He may be more talkative with you but that doesn’t stop him from being a fantastic listener. Sometimes he can get zoned out when the voices become too much. In the beginning, you found it difficult to tell when he wasn’t able to listen, but after being around him for so long you’ve got a better knack for it. And sometimes you can’t and you keep talking, he’ll just silently press a hand to whatever part of you is easiest to reach. And that usually gets the message across. Sometimes you can pull him out of his own head, and other times you can’t. So you just sit with him in comfortable silence, usually, you’ll place your smaller hand in his and lean into him. The two of you have fallen asleep countless times like that.
However, sometimes the fact he can’t keep a secret from you leads to some comical miscommunication neither of the two of you foresaw. Phil, Techno and Ranboo had left for around a week in search of a new woodland mansion to raid, following one of Ranboo’s countless maps. Upon their return, Techno seemed visibly, off. He wasn’t being distant or getting lost in his own head, it was more as if he were actively avoiding you. Which was something very un-Techno. What made your worry increase tenfold was when you asked Phil if he had noticed any kind of difference the blonde merely shook his head. “He seems normal to me, mate.” Because there’s no way Phil didn’t notice Techno’s change in behaviour, which means they’re both hiding something from you. Knowing the two men quite well, you knew they wouldn’t break. But Ranboo would. So with your head held high, you sought out to find the boy, only to find out he was staying in Snowchester for the time being but would be returning in the morning. That night thoughts of self-doubt plagued you, wondering if it was something you had said or done that made Techno act strangely. But just as the moon was reaching its zenith, Techno came into your shared bedroom. He beckoned for you to follow him, after putting on some snow appropriate outerwear the two of you were on the back of Carl headed towards the forest’s tree line that faced the cabin. You asked Techno where you were going his only response, “It’s a surprise.” And to say your heart soared would be a slight understatement when the two of you finally reached the forest clearing. A small candlelit dinner for two inside of a dark oak gazebo. One that looked as if it had only been finished recently, the veneer on the wood still in impeccable condition as Techno led you over to it. You were truly floored by this display, stars illuminated in your bright eyes. “Phil and Ranboo helped. We brainstormed on our way back from the woodland mansion. And I, I knew I’d spill the secret the moment you asked. Sorry.” His apology and explanation are curt, much like the man himself. You hold him tight then, arms wrapped around him for as long as he’ll let you. He chuckles after a while, “C’mon, the food’s getting cold.” He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling your chair out for you because Phil told him to. The blush you provide lets him know he should do it more often. As the two of you begin to finish your food you hear the soft strumming of a guitar and an equally soft voice to match. Floating atop one of the branches in a nearby tree, as if he were trying to sit on it, is Ghostbur. He sends a small and quick wave when you spot him before his hand drops back down to his guitar. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops for this, huh?” You look back to Techno to find him now stood up, offering his hand to you. “For you. Anything.” You take his hand and he leads you into the middle of the gazebo with a grace you always knew he had. Ghostbur continues to serenade, the two of you dancing in your own private world until the moon was low on the horizon once again.
Whenever Techno leaves to go and fight he knows you worry about him. You do not doubt his skills but his luck is bound to run out eventually. Skill and resources only account for so much of the outcome, luck and fate determine the rest. Techno worries when he leaves to fight as well. He worries about what will happen if he ever loses. When his enemies will come for you, his past now liable to catch up with you as well as himself. He can’t have that happen. That’s why he keeps fighting, he won’t stop until he knows that if he ever falls in battle you will be safe from his enemies past or present. When Techno eventually does get back from the battle, without fail you will swear up and down that he cannot keep doing this and that next time you’re going to leave him to bleed out in the snow on the porch. You never do. But some days Techno thinks you’d be better off if you did. But those are the kind of thoughts you happily kiss away with a soft smile and a few gently spoken words. You are always the one to patch him up when he’s injured, which isn’t often but you remain swift with sutures and bandages despite that. No matter how badly he’s been injured you will always hold him so reverently, with such a gentle expression that it never fails to floor him. Most sessions in which you patch him up devolve into soft gasps and warm hands on your body to repay you for your ‘services’.
Techno knew you were different from the moment he met you. He acknowledges how stupidly cliché that is, but it’s true. The constant chatter of the voices in his head drowned out the first time he saw you, even if it was just for a moment. They stuttered and stammered, just as he did. You floored them as much as you floored him. When you were with him, they would quieten. As if they wanted to concentrate on what you were saying as much as he did. Not even Phil made the voices act in such a way. Only you. Nowadays they only bother him on certain bad days that grow more and more infrequent the longer you are in his life. You drown them out in a way nothing else in his life ever has. He doesn’t know how he can ever repay you for that but vowing to be by your side for the rest of his life seems to be a good enough start for the two of you.
The first time Techno tells you he loves you is when you’re in battle together. Techno, Phil and yourself had decided to raid a woodland mansion, something all three of you had done before with no trouble. But upon arriving, everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. This led to the three of you becoming separated within the confines of the thick wooden walls. You were managing to keep a level head but fear was growing in the pit of your stomach. With every vindicator you took down another only seemed to replace it, leaving you tired and heaving for air. You were in good shape all things considered but you were getting tired and soon you would get careless, you needed to find Techno and Phil and get the hell out of here before things got worse. Your totem of undying tied tightly to your waist glints against the setting sun pouring through the large floor to ceiling windows as you charge past, enemies remain at your back as you plough forward heading for the set of stairs you know are here somewhere. As you spot the sacred stairs you hear a shout of pain followed by a deep snarl. You look over the stairs balcony to see Techno swarmed by a group of stubborn Vex. He looks exhausted. Bloodstains him, you’re unsure whether it’s his, the enemies, or a combination of the two. Techno fails to notice the Ravager charging towards him from behind, the axe raised high above its head. The half-piglin far too distracted by the Vex and the aiming of his crossbow at their stupid little bodies. It takes only a moment for you to vault over the second-floor railing and plummet towards the Ravager. You land on its shoulders and it stumbles, your hand shoots out to restrain its axe-wielding arm. The other hand desperately clawing at you as it grumbles and groans grow high pitched and panicked. Your legs wrap tightly around its throat until you hear a sickening pop and you fall to the ground along with the now very dead Ravager. You don’t manage to catch yourself, despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You let out a soft groan as a hand comes into view, Techno following it. You take his hand and he hauls you back up and onto your feet. Now that you’re closer to him you can tell that some of the blood staining his clothing is his, but you’re sure you mirror his look. He doesn’t let go of your hand now that you’re stood up and neither do you. You look up from your entwined hands to his face, he’s staring at you with an expression you can’t quite determine. “Tech-“ His lips plant firmly onto your own, swallowing your words instantly. He grips the small of your back, trying to pull you closer into him as if the two of you could fuse into one single being. When he finally pulls away to let you breathe your lungs are burning, soft gasps heaving in air. “I love you-” He mumbles the phrase repeatedly against your lips like a prayer, a mantra, only to capture your lips again before you can even respond to his confession in kind. Eventually, the two of you break apart long enough for you to be able to tell him you love him as well. You knew he loved you before that moment, but in reality, he finally realised how much he loved you. And for the first time, it didn’t scare him.
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hiiii! may i request some soft sapnap? I dont really have any specifics just something soft lmao (also i luv ur writing!!)
I hope this was soft enough for you !! And thank you so much anon !! <33
Moving Blues
The mid-morning sun splashes it’s bright glow across your freshly painted room, the curtains you had been meaning to put up yesterday mock you from the ground below your window. You groan as you cover your eyes with a heavy arm, feeling the aftereffects of carting all those heavy boxes around yesterday. Moving had been harder than both yourself and Sapnap had expected. Sapnap stirs behind you, hands creeping up your pyjama shirt to splay his warm hands across your soft stomach. He hums pleasantly at the skin contact, moving closer to nuzzle your neck with his face and pressing butterfly kisses in his wake. “Good morning hotstuff.” His voice low and raspy as you turn in his arms to meet his eyes, you cup his cheek and kiss him. “Morning handsome.” You smile against his lips and he happily pulls you in again, and again.
His hands wander, as they usually do, squeezing your hips as you pull him closer to you. Determined to go back to sleep despite the bright light invading your cosy bedroom. In a futile effort to escape the light you bury your head in his shoulder, which does help lessen the light as Sapnap chuckles. You feel it reverberate through his chest against your own, “Someone wants to sleep in, hm?” He teases, leaving a light pinch on your hip. You react instantly with a gasp and a soft yelp, “Heyyyyy.” You grumble into his neck, biting the skin cheekily. He lets out a surprised gasp before smirking against your skin, you feel his icy cold feet against your own and you squeal.
“Get your feet off me!” You writhe in his tight hold as he cackles pressing his feet further up your legs much to your obvious dismay. After a few more moments of squirming Sap suddenly lets you go and you’re sent flying over the edge of the bed. You land with a loud thud, “Owwww.” Sap’s head appears from the bed and offers you his hand, “Sorry darlin’” He hoists you up with minimal effort, standing from the bed himself. You pout as you rub your wrist, he gently takes it from you. He eyes you as he softly kisses your wrist a few times, “See? All better.” You giggle as he pulls you close again, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair.
After a few moments of hugging in the warm sun rays by the window Sapnap pulls away, “C’mon cuddlebug, we’ve got a lot of work to do today.” You nod begrudgingly and let him take your hand in his to lead you to the kitchen, past your multitude of piled carboard boxes. It felt as if you had been unpacking for years yesterday but it barely looks like you even made a dent in the pile of boxes scattering the apartment. You yawn as you scramble over boxes in the middle of the room, Sapnap carefully pushing them out of the way whilst you flock to the fridge. You spot what you’re looking for immediately, you hold up the pre-made pancake batter with a victorious cry. “Huzzah! A breakfast fit for royalty!”
Sapnap chuckles as he moves to your side, watching as you rummage around in one of the nearby boxes searching for a pan. He happily hides the one he found in the boxes he’d moved behind his back, heading for the stove. He turns it on and simply unscrews the cap off the container holding the batter before pouring one large pancake out onto the pan. Your rummaging continues for a few moments until the pan manages to heat up enough to start cooking the batter. At the sizzle you turn, “You absolute scoundrel.”
You gasp scampering over to him, hands raking up his sides once you reach him. Laughter bubbles from his lips immediately, he shies away from your hands futilely trying to escape. “This is payback for your icicle feet!” You cry only continuing your onslaught, only to smell burning. You lock eyes with Sapnap as your ministrations still, “The pancake!” You both cry, scrambling to try and flip it before it burns any worse than it already has. Sapnap tries with the pan only to completely beef it, causing the pancake to fold over in on itself like an omelette. “Quick try that box for the spatula!” You direct him, moving to your own box with vigour.
Within seconds you have the fated spatula in your hand and dive for the pancake, flipping it with a familiar expertise. “Hey not bad darlin’.” Sap smiles, arm sliding casually to your hip. “I learnt from the best.” You smile, leaning into him and he pulls you closer pressing his lips to your temple. “Now what do we want on these bad boys?” He asks, moving from you to the fridge as you shrug and make a non-committal noise “Whatever we’ve got in there.” His eyes scan the barren fridge knowing the two of you will have to make do with just the essentials, maple syrup and butter. Pancakes deserve a better condimental reception, but this is the best you can offer them right now. “Sorry pancakes.” Sap mumbles to himself as he grabs what he needs and closes the fridge, placing them haphazardly on the kitchen island.
You haul the last pancake from the pan, throwing it onto the pile of steaming pancakes and carefully carry it to the island where Sapnap impatiently sits. “Yuuuuum~” You take a seat beside him and without any second thoughts the two of you eagerly devour the whole tower of pancakes you had cooked up. “No rest for the wicked I guess.”
You groan through your last mouthful of pancakes and haul yourself up from your seat, eyeing the box of kitchen utensils and pots that isn’t gonna unpack itself. Sapnap follows suit, standing from the table as well. Only to cringe at his hands, your own face mirroring the expression. Fingers sticky with butter and maple syrup you find yourself and Sapnap fighting for the kitchen tap, determined to rid yourselves of the icky feeling of unclean hands. Your hips and elbows bump against each other’s, “Hey!” You giggle as he splashes water onto you, you gasp and eagerly splash him back and make a run for it.
You barely make it into your bedroom before Sapnap’s arms loop around your middle from behind and raise you high off the ground. You squeal in surprise as he holds you tightly, your feet dangling off the ground as he spins you for a few seconds before he places you back down with a grin. He litters your face with kisses as your arms stay looped around his neck, now clean hands tangled in his hair. “You’re such a brat you know that.” He squeezes your hips, “You started it.”
You stick your tongue out at him, and he chuckles at your antics. With a soft sigh you pull away from him, eyeing the mess that your apartment still is. “C’mon these boxes ain’t gonna move themselves mister strong man!” You tease, moving over to the window and hauling a curtain rod up onto the sill, easily hooking it on. Sapnap begrudgingly nods in agreement, picking up a particularly heavy box by the door to start unpacking his stream set up. Eager to get back online to start streaming with his friends again.
The hours fly by between the two of you, Sapnap turns on some music claiming it ‘puts him in the zone’ and you happily dance and sing along with him when he walks by you as the empty boxes begin to pile up. As the sun sets the two of you finally reconvene in the kitchen, eyeing the now collapsed cardboard boxes pushed into one corner of the room. The once empty apartment looking a little cosier now. The soft music coming from Sapnap’s speaker starts to quieten as one song ends and another begins. Something upbeat, easy to dance to. Sapnap’s eyes are already on you when you meet his gaze, a flush reaches your cheeks as he bows and holds out on arm.
“May I have this dance?” He grins, “Of course, sir.” You can only smile wider as you bow and take his hand, letting him guide you to the centre of the room to give the two of you plenty of space. His hands stay in yours as he happily twirls you to the beat, your laughter only egging him on as the flush on his own cheeks reaches the tips of his ears. Your tired voices sing out loudly and unabashedly, heavy limbs swaying and snapping to the rhythm, in sync with each other.
Sapnap orbits around you as you move before you pull him close, desiring his skin against your own after a long strenuous day mostly apart, even if the distance was only a few metres. You sway gently with him as his arms envelop you, your own looping around him with such familiarity it makes your chest, and his, ache. He presses several soft kisses atop your hair, singing softly along to the last few lines of the song.
His breath warm on your face when he takes your chin in one of his hands and tilts your head up to meet his gaze, “I love you.” He hums, expression softer than you’ve ever seen before. His eyes look deep into your own and know that he loves all that he sees by that expression he wears alone, your heart lurches against your chest. “I love you more.” You smile, leaning in and he mirrors the action before pausing just as your lips were going to meet. “I love you most.” He mumbles against your lips before a hand cups the back of your head, guiding your head the rest of the way forward. Your lips meet in a firm kiss before meeting, again and again.
The last few notes of the song ringing in your ears before slowly drowning out as Sapnap pulls away just as breathless as yourself. “And if you’ll let me, I’ll prove just how much more I love you.” He mumbles against your lips, taking your lower lip between his teeth for a few moments. You watch with interest as his pupils slowly begin to dilate, you only smirk bringing a hand up to his chest to trail over his skin. “I’m listening.” Without a word of warning Sapnap brings both of his hands down to hook underneath your thighs, lifting you up against him. You let out a squeak of surprise, arms flailing to find their place looped behind Sapnap’s neck, your legs doing the same around his middle.
As Sapnap hurries towards your bedroom you realise you might be in for a long night. Good thing you installed those curtains today.
I loved your "dating tommy includes" hcs! Could you do a dating ranboo includes hcs please? 💓💓
This request was super fun I got a little carried away with it though! Hope you enjoy regardless :)
Ranboo Dating HCs
This boy is an absolute cuddle bug! (Once you guys have dated for a little while first, of course, he needs a little bit of time to feel comfortable enough) But once he’s decided he’s comfy enough around you, you won’t be able to pry this lanky boy off of you. However, every once in a while, he’ll distance himself a little, as if he’s worrying he’s being too clingy. But with some convincing and reassurance from you, he’ll be back to begging for cuddles in no time.
He adores both being the big spoon and the little spoon. The idea of you feeling safe in his arms when he’s the big spoon always makes him feel strong and confident. But feeling so content and relaxed in your arms when he’s the little spoon is something he loves just as much.
This boy isn’t great at remembering dates. So whenever your anniversaries come around, if you don’t remind him, he will forget. So his usual methodically planned out dates are cast aside when he’s on a time crunch, he instead finds himself on BuzzFeed's Top 10 Romantic Destinations In Every City’ or some other dodgy/trashy teen website. They’re still fun because you’ll be with Ranboo, and the spontaneity of them is a welcome breath of fresh air for you, Ranboo not as much, but you do your best to reassure him and curb any of his fears.
Ranboo is the kind of boyfriend who has you at the forefront of his mind, most of the time. This leads to him bringing home countless little trinkets or articles of clothing that reminded him of you. It’s never for any special occasion, he just thought you would like it and so he wanted to give it to you. He will also gift you any sketches he draws that he actually ends up liking, that’s usually only like a fifth of them but he will always cherish your compliments and critique. Mainly because he actually cares about what you think, and knows you’d be honest with him if his drawings were as bad as he sometimes thinks they are.
If you and Ranboo ever fight while you’re together, which seeing as how non-confrontational he is, I can’t see it happening very often if at all. But if you do, he is likely to apologise first, and very shortly after the initial argument. It’s not that he’s a pushover and can’t stand up or himself, he just doesn’t see the point in arguing about something stupid or unimportant, so he’ll encourage you to hash it out with him quickly and with little fanfare. However, if the argument is over something important like morals, he will use his apology to try and reach a middle ground with you. By letting some time pass since the initial argument, he knows both of your minds are clearer and less clouded by emotion, allowing for the two of you to come to a peaceful agreement or disagreement.
Ranboo likes to have you in his stream room whenever he is streaming. If you’re busy with something else he won’t stop you and drag you into his stream room, but you do notice his demeanour change when you’re there or not during streams. He is always quite upbeat but the cute way he looks back at you every few minutes always guarantees a blush to rise to your cheeks. His happy grin contagious even as he looks away and back to chat. You usually will make Ranboo something to eat whilst he’s streaming, especially for lore streams as they’re usually longer. He has accidentally announced it to chat several times having meant to mute himself before speaking, he always gasps too. “You made me lunch! Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that. How about I make dinner tonight for you, huh?” His chat will race by as you press a kiss to his cheek, and he takes the plate from you. “Guys my partner made me luuuuuuunch. I bet you guys are all super jealous.” He smirks, the chat hears your soft laughter in the background as you return to the comfy spot you had been occupying before you left to grab Ranboo some food, munching on something you’d grabbed for yourself.
Ranboo always insists that you do chores together, even if it isn’t the same chore. You can see him vacuuming from across the house as you’re emptying the trash. And of course, loud music is playing during this, chores must be done whilst jamming out. Ranboo is a strong believer in that philosophy.
Ranboo also tries to get hands-on in the kitchen whenever he can. He cooks most of the meals simply because he can be a bit of a picky eater, and thus you both decided it would be easier if Ranboo cooked more often. But there are days where you must cook and you try your best to make the meal as inoffensive as possible for Ranboo, he knows it’s a pain and always thanks you profusely for it. He’ll usually hover whilst you’re in the kitchen asking if he can help dice the carrots, mash the potatoes or stir the bubbling pot of pasta and you usually end up having to dance around the gentle giant as he fumbles his gangly self around your very small kitchen. This has led to some small accidents in which both of your outfits have gotten completely ruined, but you’ve never held it against him no matter how much he blames himself for it. The first time an accident like that happened Ranboo baked cupcakes for you the next morning as an apology and almost burnt down the place because he was so lost in his sulky and broody thoughts, he didn’t hear the oven timer go off.
Ranboo isn’t the kind of boyfriend to get jealous or possessive. This isn’t because he doesn’t care, it’s simply because he trusts you. He has no reason to worry, even though he does, but he refuses to let that interfere with you having some fun with your friends. However, if some person is making unsolicited advances towards you, and you’re looking and obviously feeling very uncomfortable he will not hesitate to step in. This boy may not be confrontational, but he knows when he needs to step up to defend someone, he knows you can defend yourself, but if he can stand in between you and that person he is more than willing to.
At parties together Ranboo sticks to you like glue, he’s not a huge fan of the combination of loud music, flashing lights and crowded people. You know this, and so you keep to the outskirts determined to keep your boyfriend feeling content and make sure he enjoys himself a little too. You don’t go to parties often with Ranboo simply because he doesn’t adore them, but if it’s an important event for you or himself he will begrudgingly go. However, he never dares to complain only pleading with his eyes to leave after a few hours. And usually, by that point, you’ve shown yourself around to the host and whoever you needed to see, so you usually just slip out the entrance with little fanfare. Eager to get home and into your pyjamas for a late-night movie, some cuddles and then passing out on the couch.
Ranboo talks in his sleep. Mostly gibberish, but sometimes he will string a couple of sentences together. They’re usually questions directed at you or part of conversations you’ve already had with Ranboo the previous day. They rarely wake you up, his voice being quite soft, barely mumbling. However, every once in a while, you will humour him, and yourself in the process. Continuing a full conversation with him whilst he sleeps, and sometimes you directly impact his dreams. One night you mentioned cinnamon to him as he slept and the next morning, he said he had been craving Cinnabon’s in his dream, and now that he was awake, he wanted one 100x more. Thus, the two of you made some that afternoon to cull his craving. You made a mental note to keep your effect on his dreams a little secret to yourself.
Ranboo can have difficulty conveying his emotions to you the way he wants to, struggling to find the right words. But when he does, he screams them from the rooftop. Once he confesses to loving you, you hear it often. Whether it’s just a ‘goodbye love you’ on the phone or a heartfelt ‘I love you’ as he holds your face in his hands as you lie awake late at night in each other’s arms. This also is the case with compliments. This boy showers you with compliments, if you’re insecure about a certain part of your body you best bet, he will be putting plenty of focus into making you love that part of yourself just as much as he does. Which is a lot. In turn, it leads to him simply talking about you a lot, you’re on his mind almost 24/7 and he makes sure everyone in his life knows it. Seeing as his family and friends adore you, they don’t mind it too much. This boy adores you with his whole heart and he wants to make sure every single person he ever runs into, knows it. No matter how long you’ve been together, that will never change.
hiiii i love love love your writing so far and i was wondering - would you write for polyam relationships ? :0 if yes more specifically would you only write for mcyt x reader x mcyt or one where they're all together (sorry if thats explained terribly lol) and finally.... this is just a roundabout way of me asking if its ok or not to request ranboo, reader, and tubbo relationship headcanons because i am a simp </3 only if ur ok with writing it !! :] pls dont feel bad declining btw
Normally I would be fine with this kind of request format for having a character x reader x character, if they were both adults who are comfortable with this kind of shipping, but this request is for two minors who have expressed time and time again that they do not want to be shipped together. I am fine with a request for both minors pursuing the reader in a fic, but under no circumstances can they be pursuing each other as well. With the whole enderbee situation happening recently I thought it would be in my best interest to use this anon’s request as a way to clarify this.
I also want to give this anon the benefit of the doubt and assume they meant both characters just pursuing the reader. And to the anon who made this request, I would be more than happy to fulfil a request for you just with one of the two you’ve mentioned!
hello! i am here to request a tommyinnit x reader! where the reader is a smaller streamer who accidentally befriends tommy while having no idea who he is??? they only find out when they see him streaming one day and lose their fucking marbles over how many people are watching him, and proceed to blow up his phone like??? hello what the fuck???? also, they/them pronouns please!
I love this request, mainly because I can totally see Tommy doing this to someone. Befriending them and just accidentally forgetting about his online popularity just to laugh as they freak out over it. I’ve used they/them pronouns as per requested as well, hope you enjoy! :D
Hidden In Plain Sight
You were worried you weren’t going to actually make any friends in your new classes, moving to a whole new school partway through the year wasn’t exactly common practice. So, you had braced yourself for the worst, mentally prepared to eat your lunch alone in the bathrooms even if it was gross, it was better than being eyeballed by your new peers. Approaching the common area with your food now in hand, you felt your stomach start to sink deeper and deeper, yet you kept up your pace determined to not look as downtrodden as you felt.
“Hey, new girl!” You turned quickly, giving yourself a bad case of whiplash that the boy who had called your name definitely noticed. “Uh, yeah?” You raised a singular eyebrow at him, the empty seats around him beckoning you closer. “Nice twitch patch. You stream?” He asked, gesturing to the small purple and white patch you had badly sewn onto your backpack.
You stood dumbly ahead of him, your food held tightly in your hands. “Uh, yeah. I do, I only started a few months ago though.” You grow sheepish wondering if admitting to that could just lead to you getting bullied quicker. The boy’s face suddenly lights up, “Me too! I’ve been streaming for a few years now though.” He boasts a little, obviously taking pride in his hobby. You nod along, “Cool.” A few moments of silence pass, “Are you gonna sit or what?”
The smile that graces your face leaves Tommy a little stunned, “Oh! Thanks.” You quickly sit, shoulders relaxing almost instantly. “I-It’s nothing, I’m Tommy by the way.” He holds out his hand, you warmly shake it giving him your own name with a soft blush. Partly from the embarrassment of your pointlessly spiralling thoughts and partly from how cute this boy next to you is. Tommy happily carries the conversation, cheeks a soft pink as you watch him with intrigue and interest drinking in his words with an attentiveness he wasn’t used to. Tommy listens eagerly when he asks you about your twitch channel, you shyly tell him a little about it.
You give him your channel name and he follows you, you follow back instantly Tommy speaking through the exchange partly to distract you from his profile. It works and you close the app without a second glance, happily listening to the rest of Tommy’s story without a care in the world. Tommy feels relief rush through him, he didn’t want to overwhelm you and he knew that his popularity was likely to have an impact on your friendship. He didn’t want that. He wanted someone to want to get to know him because they found him interesting not because of his following and the ‘clout’ they may receive from being his friend. You didn’t seem like the type to do that but he knew better than to assume, he’d learnt that lesson a few too many times before.
“You normally sit alone?” You breach the subject with little tact, knowing that surely, he’s a popular guy. He’s loud, extroverted and funny, there’s no way he was as much of a social outcast to be forced to sit alone. He sighs loudly, huffing air through his nose. “No! But my lame-o friends decided to join clubs this year and they meet during lunch for extra club time.” He grumbles, arms now gesturing widely around him as he articulates exaggeratedly. “But I know that they’re really just trying to suck up to the girls in the drama club.” He makes a loud gagging noise.
“So, I stay out here and study, that way I have more time to stream when I get home,” Tommy explains with a soft shrug, motioning to his binder nearby, notes scribbled in an illegible chicken scratch. “I might have to start doing that, the workload here is so much more than at my old school.” You groan, gesturing to your own binder chock-a-block with notes, textbooks and spiralled notebooks.
That’s when the two of you hear a distant ringing of bells, “Where’re you headed? I can lead you there, this place is a maze sometimes.” Tommy offers the smile soft on his face. You pull at your folder and point to your next class, “Uh, it’s-“ You begin, only for Tommy to exclaim. “We have the same class! C’mon, Miss will beat our asses if we’re late!” “Miss who!?” You look at him quizzically as Tommy quickly stands grabbing his things and motioning for you to follow. When you stand slowly and grab your things Tommy grabs your wrist, “She might excuse you for being late, but I’ve been late one too many times dude, you don’t even know.” His pace is faster than yours but his hold on your wrist is firm, forcing you to keep up with him.
Days of chatting and befriending Tommy turns to weeks and soon it’s been a few months. You had been happily keeping to yourself mid-stream, your regular viewers making light conversation with you through chat. “Oh woah, we got a raid!” You cry watching your chat, “Aw it’s from Tommy! Hey big man, thanks for the raid of- HOLY SHIT! 300,000!?” Your eyes grow to the size of saucers as you reread the notification several times before finally looking into your webcam looking like a deer in headlights. “U-Uh welcome guys! If you’re planning on sticking around please be polite in chat!” You try your best to gain control over your racing mind, heart beating rapidly against your chest.
A large number of Tommy’s viewers leave, but you try your best to entertain those that stay for another hour or so before you end stream with a significantly larger number of subs than what you started with. Your speed dialling Tommy’s number is unrivalled as you lay back in your chair, eyeing your stream set up across from you. He picks up, “Hey-“ You cut him off immediately.
“Um, so when were you going to tell me you’re some big twitch hot shot!? Or was I just supposed to find that one out for myself champ?” You hold back the urge to screech down the phone line as he laughs at you. “Hey! It just slipped my mind, okay!? A big man’s gotta lotta big things on his mind at the one time!” He cries out in futile defence, knowing you had every right to be at least a little bit furious at him for keeping this a secret.
“Wasn’t the raid fun though!?” He squawks after a couple of moments of silence, “It was… fun, but it was also the most stressed I think I’ve ever been Tommy. That’s a lot of people to just throw at someone.” You huff a little, “Sorry, I uh, I didn’t really think before doing it. I was just super excited to send them over to you, I just knew they would love you as much as I do.” He mumbles the last part of his sentence, but you hear it just fine. “Aw, I love you too Tommy.” A smile finds it’s way onto your face, “I can’t believe I’m actually considering forgiving you.” You throw a hand over your eyes, groaning. “Would a midnight trip to get some fast food accelerate the forgiveness process?”
You hum for a few moments, “Are you trying to bribe me, Tommy?” The blond stammers adorably before huffing, “Uhhh, no?” He offers, “Oh well if that’s the case, then yes.” You grin as his screeches of laughter reach your ears, your own laughter joining his within moments. “Talk later big man, got a midnight meal to plan for.” Tommy groans, “Oh no! You’re gonna spend all my money!” You scoff, “I’m sorry mister millionaire! You’re my walking talking money bags now, get used to it!” You giggle along with Tommy’s chuckles, his voice relaxed. Tommy knew his assumption was right, even on the first day he met you. He knew you were a good person, a good person for him. There’s no one he would rather spend his time and money on.
Hey, can you do a dream x fem!reader where the chat hears the reader mumble to herself in the background of dreams stream and he introduces her to his fans. I hope this is ok, thanks in advance xx
Thanks so much for the request! I hope you enjoy :) Also, I’ve used she/her pronouns, as requested!
Once A Silent Bystander
Dream’s quick rise to popularity left little space for you to believe that introducing yourself beside him in the limelight was ever going to be a good idea. Part of you thought that you wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure of so many eyes being on you at all times. You’d seen firsthand the highs and lows that came with internet fame, you had shared countless sleepless nights with Dream in the early days. His popularity was still rising but now his drama and controversy had begun to plateau nicely, leaving him far more mental energy to focus on bigger and better projects to further his channel. One of these ‘projects’ was a commitment to stick to a concrete streaming schedule for as long as he could.
This had led to Dream frequently texting you whenever he would start streaming, knowing you could come into his streaming room unaware of him being live. However, Dream is merely human and quite forgetful if he’s distracted, and he is easily distracted. Dream hadn’t planned on streaming for at least a few more hours but upon receiving several messages from George and Sapnap pestering him to join them in a discord VC he gladly joins them, going live as he does so. This spur of the moment stream decision is what allows you to slip from his mind as his friends’ laughter reaches his ears upon his arrival into the VC.
“Hey, babe! I ordered your usual from the Chinese place, is that okay?” Your voice pours into the room, Dream’s door now wide open as you look up from our phone to realise the damage you had just caused. Your eyes lock onto the microphone sat on his desk the little red ‘on’ button tauntingly blinking at you, silently mocking you. Dream stills for a moment when you initially enter, looking over to you.
He presses something on his stream board, you assume he’s muted his mic. “I’m streaming, and they definitely heard you. And yeah, my usual is fine.” He motions for you to join him at his desk as you groan. “You’re sure they heard?” You shuffle over to him, when you grow close, he happily pulls you onto his lap. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around your middle. “Look at the chat.” You tentatively cast your gaze onto Dream’s second monitor; the chat is running a mile a minute and you can only make out a few phrases. Most of them being a mixture of, ‘WHO WAS THAT?’, ‘IS THAT A GIRL?’ or ‘DREAM HAS A GIRLFRIEND??’
You both knew this day was going to come eventually, keeping it a secret, unfortunately, couldn’t last forever. “What do you think we should do?” You peel your eyes away from chat to watch your boyfriend hum thoughtfully, he’s spent a decent chunk of his time online dealing with controversies and drama. So surely, he has some idea on where we should start with this whole thing, or if we should just refuse to open that can of worms at all. He can always just lie and say it was a tv in the background, or someone passing by a nearby open window.
His suggestion catches you off guard, “Why don’t we just tell them? You don’t have to come on stream or anything but there’s no real point in denying it now. They heard you clear as day babe.” He offers a hopeful look, hand moving to intertwine with one of your own and squeezing. “But it’s entirely up to you. I’ll follow your lead.” Dream presses a soft kiss to your forehead watching as panic continues to flash behind your eyes, his eyebrows are drawn together in worry. “I wouldn’t have been able to survive without you in the early days of my channel. You know I will always return the favour. I’m here for you sweetheart.” His tone lightens at the cheeky pet name, giving your waist a soft squeeze.
With a deep breath, you make your decision. “We’ll tell them. You’re right, there’s no point denying it. I mean, we were gonna tell them eventually anyway.” You shrug a little trying to relax your tense shoulders, he notices and places his cheek against one of your shoulders. “Exactly, this is just a natural progression! Plus, the guys have been asking me for ages about playing with you on stream.” He chuckles, “But we’ll only do that when you start to feel more comfortable obviously.” Dream adds pressing soft kisses to your neck, you feel his grin against your skin as you giggle at the ticklish sensation. “Alright, I’ve been muted long enough. You ready angel?” You nod with mock confidence.
Dream presses a blinking button on his stream board, “Sorry for the short break guys! But I’m back and with a special guest.” Dreams tone lightens as he looks to you expectantly, “Hi chat.” Your voice sounds foreign when you speak mouth feeling as if it was filled with cotton. You watch as the chat explodes with messages, “To all of you who guessed she was my girlfriend, give yourselves a little pat on the back.”
He mocks knowing that the whole chat was begging for that outcome, “Now be nice or I’ll end the stream. Yes, that is a threat.” He smirks as you blush, “Baaaabe.” You smile softly shaking your head exasperatedly, somehow the chat runs by even quicker. “Sorry mods, I’d planned on giving you guys a heads up for when we were gonna announce this but uh, not everything always goes to plan.” Dream chuckles his own eyes widening a little at the sheer number of people who are tuning into the stream, obviously, news has already gotten around Twitter.
Dream leans forward to type furiously on his second monitor trying to control chat as you stammer through your personal introduction, refusing to use your real name of course. Chat runs by with nicknames to call you akin to the naming conventions of ‘Drista’ “Drearlfriend? Like dream and girlfriend? Is that really something I just read in chat?” You laugh, Dream watching as your shoulders relax and a soft smile grace your face. “C’mon chat you guys can do better than that! I was hyping you guys up earlier and this is the reception my angel gets?”
Dream looks to you happily gauging your reaction as you blush and stammer, “Baaaaaaabe.” You groan, trying to cover your face with one of your hands. “Oh no, I want to see that blushing face.” He grins, “Hey! Not on stream!” You cry, face only growing a darker shade of red. He continues to grin but backs off to stop pestering you, your phone buzzes. “Okaaaay. But you’ve gotta stay and keep chat company, because I need to go and grab the Chinese.” He is quick to hop up from the seat, placing you gently back down where he had been. “Wait don’t leave me here!” You cry as he waves with a cheeky grin and disappears from your view.
You audibly gulp before looking back at Dream’s screen pulling on his headphones, “Now that he’s gone put in chat what kind of embarrassing stories you guys want me to spill before he gets back.” You giggle lightly watching chat explode with cheers and suggestions.
Dream returns in a few minutes to see you interacting with chat and laughing along with their jokes like a natural. He simply stands in the doorway for a few moments dumbfounded over how lucky he is to be able to call you his.
halu ^_^ i randomly stumbled across your blog at like 3 am and i couldn't stop reading all of your posts ;-; honestly they're so hecking good !!! tysm for giving us these hq fics <33 anywayy, can i request for another tommy or tubbo fic wherein reader is like this badass chick and everyone is intimated by them but then get soft when it comes to tommy or tubbo :00 you can use any pronouns !! also feel free to make it platonic or romantic :>> thank you <3333
I’ve decided to put both Tommy and Tubbo in bc they’re really a one package deal. Also this can be read as either platonic or romantic I tried to leave it ambiguous for you guys! And it’s set in the DreamSMP universe bc both Tommy and Tubbo need protecting on that damn server. And thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you enjoy it :)
At Face Value
“Tubbo come with me and see the egg, it’s so big now! I’m sure you’d love to see it.” Bad’s bright eyes blink widely at the young boy, “Uh, I don’t know Bad. I’m kinda busy working on rebuilding my bee farm, maybe later?” He tries to excuse himself from the conversation but Bad merely follows him, continuing to try and convince the brunette. Tubbo stumbles with the wooden planks as Bad explains how The Egg works, “If you join our Eggpire, the egg will grant you any wish you desire! Surely you have goals you wish to meet Tubbo? Perhaps to bring L’manberg back to its former glory? The Egg can do that!” Tubbo grounds himself but Bad notices too quickly, Tubbo is considering his offer.
Bad picks up his tone advancing so that Tubbo back up until his back hits the wall of his bee farm, the boy cowering. “Tubbo, you know how important the egg is-“ Tommy suddenly exits from the remnants of the bee farm head in the clouds, oblivious for a few moments until he spots Bad and Tubbo. “Hey! You’re not supposed to be anywhere near us Bad.” Tommy bounds over with unbridled energy, eyes wandering the expanse of land around them searching for Sam. He stands a little in front of Tubbo, trying to shield him from Bad in case things got violent. Which knowing this guy and his Eggpire bullshit, it was likely to.
Bad laughs cruelly in Tommy’s face, moving closer to pinch one of his cheeks with a clawed hand. “Oh, you poor sweet thing. You don’t intimidate me or scare me, and-” Bad cackles only to be cut off as an arrow pierces the ground between them.
“But I do.” Your voice echoes off the walls of the ruined bee farm, your silhouette cast in the afternoon shadow tightly clutching your bow. Bad’s expression sours immediately, “I told you to leave us alone Bad.” You glare as you advance towards them, jumping down from the structure your lips upturned in a snarl.
You confidently place yourself between the two boys and Bad, the tall demon across from you only sighs deeply. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought you would understand what the Eggpire is trying to do. The Egg could make sure the three of you would always be safe if that’s what you wish.” He pauses for a few moments, “However, if you refuse my request who knows what kind of danger you could fall into!”
A gleeful smile crosses his face, his tail flicking out from behind his back. “Are you threatening us?” Your scowl deepens with each word, “Of course not!” He defends voice dripping with sarcasm, “I am going to take such joy in setting that weed alight.” You finally growl chest puffed futilely as if you could size up this 9ft demon. His demeanour shifts almost immediately, his posture straightening as he reaches his full height. Towering over the three of you, refusing to look weak you all stand your ground.
“Do not threaten The Egg again, or I will have to start taking some pages out of Dream’s book of tricks.” Bad snarls lowly, jagged teeth barred at you in particular. But his words sting Tubbo and Tommy the deepest, their gazes drop. No one speaks to them like that. “Yeah, taking notes from a guy who is going to spend the rest of his life rotting in jail. Sounds like a great plan to me, dumbass.” Tommy speaks before you can even open your mouth, you hope your expression conveys your barely contained fury, eyes glaring holes through the pitch-black skin of his face.
Bad’s grin widens sickeningly, the ends reaching too far along his cheeks to appear normal. “Watch your tongue before you lose it. The Egg enjoys such a muscle, finds it a delicacy actually.” Bad’s arm moves quicker than you can swing your blade, his hand clutching Tommy’s face roughly.
You raise your blade high to slash it down on the demon’s arm when a trident beats you to it. Bad lets out a cry of pain as the trident is recalled back to its owner, and out of his arm. “Sam!” Tubbo cries, the young man stands triumphantly just over the hill. “Care to pick on someone your own size Bad?” His voice booms, advancing steadily towards you all as Bad stumbles back clutching his punctured arm. He growls in the back of his throat, “I’ll be back!” And he pearls away, like a coward.
Sam eventually reaches the three of you and he implores you all to recount what happened with Bad before he had arrived. Afterwards, Sam decides to cut his visit short to keep an eye on Bad and make sure he doesn’t come back with any backup. You all bid him a thankful farewell before moving into Tubbo’s nearby house and starting a blistering fire. You all sit around it, trying to warm up as conversation flows comfortably between the three of you.
“You were really cool out there y’know.” Tommy suddenly pipes up, “I wish I was that brave.” Tubbo adds with admiration. Your cheeks flush a light pink, “I-It was nothing, really! That Bad guy is all bark and no bite.” You stammer before chuckling awkwardly, sweat gathering in your palms as the two boys watch you with amusement. “How can you be so cool with Sam, and then act like this with us?” Tubbo muses smirk evident on Tommy’s face. “I, uh, I don’t know!” You gesture wildly with your hands, trying to distract yourself and the two ahead of you with anything. “I reckon it’s cause they’ve got a soft spot for us.” Tommy teases, tone light and airy as he eyes you. “Ohhhhh.” Tubbo nods affirmatively, “I see, that makes a lot of sense.”
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Tommy and Tubbo look at each other for a few seconds, then look back and you, then back at each other. Their smiles widen and your stomach sinks. The two pounce on you, arms wrapping tightly around you in suffocating hugs from both sides. “Hey!” You cry as you topple over, the two following you helplessly as they too lose balance. The three of you end up in a pile of tangled limbs, laughter roaring along with the bright fire across from you.
“Seriously though, without you, Tommy and I would’ve been goners.” Tubbo admits from your side, smile bright on his cute face. “I would’ve been fine! But I didn’t mind the backup.” Tommy blurts blush bright on his cheeks, you find yourself giggling in response. “I’m happy to be back up anytime the two of you need it. I don’t plan on going anywhere.” You grin at the two, “Good! Because we weren’t gonna even give you the choice.”
Tommy smirks, “He’s right. You’re stuck with us for good.” Tubbo nods solemnly, “Oh, how tragic!” You gasp dramatically hand meeting your forehead as you pretend to swoon. The two only burst into laughter at your reaction, “Hey we aren’t that bad!!” The two cry from your sides as finally, you join the two in their laughter. Grins bright on all of your faces as the fire continues to roar and lick at the logs adjacent to your still intertwined legs.
Can I please please please request some first date or first kiss headcanons with Slimecicle? Or just anything soft with him, I'm really not picky :3 (maybe with he/him pronouns for the reader, if that's alright? Thank you so so much!!!)
I’ll do you one better, how about a little bit of both! I adore Slimecicle so I was super happy to write for him, I hope you enjoy! (Also sorry there’s no gender-specific pronouns bc I had already written the whole thing before I realised you had asked for them!)
First Date
You and Slimecicle have been beating around the bush for a while, practically ever since the two of you first met.
Your mutual friends have started getting so frustrated watching the two of you dance around the subject and eventually put their foot down, barring you and Charlie from meeting up with them until the two of you sort yourselves out.
Slimecicle reaches out first to organise a meeting, he doesn’t call it a date just a ‘hang out’. But when you receive the message from him you know exactly what this hangout is really meant to be.
Slimecicle spends the few remaining days until your ‘definitely not a date’ date, by doing as much work as he can. He buries himself in his work to distract himself, he books the restaurant you plan to meet at for dinner and then immediately tries to forget about the date. He finds himself streaming everyday up until the date.
It’s not that he isn’t looking forward to seeing you, he just knows the more he thinks about it the more nervous he’s going to be.
The morning of the date he spends a good hour alone changing into different outfits, trying to decide whether they are too casual or too formal.
Eventually he checks his phone and realises if he doesn’t leave now, he’s going to be late, so this man literally speeds to get there on time.
You’re at the restaurant early, standing outside to watch the sunset by the large lake next to the restaurant. You didn’t really want to go in without waiting for him.
Slimecicle exits his car to see you standing by the lakeside, the warm glow from the setting sun against your skin steals the breath from his lungs. It suddenly hits him how awestruck he is by you, and by the fact that you could actually like him back, seeing as you agreed to this obvious date.
He is slow to approach you, almost tentative to break the spell you seem to be under. Lost in your thoughts as the sun slowly dips beneath the horizon you feel a hand on your shoulder. “It’s gorgeous, too bad it isn’t as gorgeous as you.” His cheesy smile still brings a soft smirk to your lips. The bouquet of roses he had been clutching with his clammy hands is passed to you with a nervous chuckle from him. “Thank you, Charlie. You look very handsome as well.” You refuse to meet his eyes as a bright red fills your cheeks, and he can only watch as you hold the bouquet close to your chest smiling brightly.
“Shall we?” He offers his arm to you, wanting to give you the choice whether to take it or not. You do of course, pulling yourself closer to him as he leads you towards the restaurant. “Sorry I was late by the way, I uh, truth be told I was trying to pick the perfect outfit.” He admits sheepishly, a blush rising to the tips of his ears at his admission. You don’t judge him for it, simply looking up at him with a soft smile and a wink. “I think you spent your time wisely then.” His blush darkens as you reach the lobby of the restaurant and are quickly seated.
Charlie has you both laughing the whole time, cracking as many jokes as he can. He finds himself feeling less nervous the longer the dinner goes on, seeing how relaxed you are with him relaxes him in turn.
At one point though, he’s laughing so hard he knocks over a glass of wine and makes an absolute mess. Which only causes you to both laugh harder, and the poor waiter has to come over while the two of you are trying to choke out apologies through giggles. You both felt so bad afterwards and tipped big as you left to apologise.
First Kiss
The two of you leave the restaurant, the sky above the lake now filled with sharply twinkling stars that reflect brightly on the water’s edge. “I cannot believe you didn’t even say sorry Charlie.” You shake your head still laughing softly, “I couldn’t stop laughing! And then when I did stop, I choked on my own spit, you saw it happen!” Slimecicle desperately tries to defend himself, arms raised in mock surrender. You softly shake your head exasperatedly before taking one of his hands and leading him towards the lake, determined to make sure this date doesn’t end just yet.
As you both reach the edge of the water Charlie turns to face you and squeezes your hand before moving it to hold your waist instead. And for a few perfect moments the two of you just stare into each other’s eyes. Both enamoured by the other, stars reflecting in their eyes as the soft rolling of waves lulls a sense of peace over the two.
You’re brought out of your thoughts of Charlie when he reaches a hand up to cup your cheek gently, as if he were cradling a precious piece of history. He’s almost reverent in his touch, even at your waist splaying out his hand to feel as much of your warmth as he can. “Can I kiss you?” Your lips fall agape in surprise, even if you knew this was likely how your date would end it still managed to surprise you.
You move one of your hands to cup the back of his neck, the other pressed against his chest above his rapidly beating heart. “Yes.” Your response is breathless and barely above a whisper, he seems almost surprised by your answer. But closes the distance between the two of you with barely contained joy. His lips meet yours and you feel your chest tighten, your hand on his chest tightening it’s grip against his shirt, desperate for purchase.
His hand on your waist moves to your back, pulling you flush against him as you gasp against him pausing the kiss for a moment only for him to pull you back in just as breathless. Until finally your chest begins to burn, and you reluctantly pull away panting.
“I really hope that’s not going to be the last time we do that.” Charlie looks to you smirk soft and eyes hopefully wide. “Depends on if you’re going to make us official or not.” You raise your gaze to meet his eyes, “Only if you’ll have me.” The nervousness in his tone is something you quell with a soft embrace, wrapping your arms around him and sighing pleasantly. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, Charlie.”
okay can i request a technoblade x male!reader, where techno and the reader are fighting someone *maybe quackity its not important tho) together and the reader gets injured, techno gets worried but realizes the reader can handle himself? sorry if thats too specific
I have combined this request and another request for a male reader fluff fanfic, so the ending is a little softer than a fighting fic may usually be! However, this is basically gender-neutral, whenever I added gender-specific pronouns it seemed really forced?? So I just left that out, I hope that’s okay! Enjoy :D
Underestimated
It had only been a few days since Quackity’s butcher army attempted to publicly execute Technoblade. He hadn’t left your side since he returned home, hand in yours or arm wrapped around your waist as if to remind himself you were still here with him despite everything. Techno had been making preparations for another attack when he knew they would inevitably return to try again. But Techno never knows when to stop and start taking care of himself, that’s when you stepped in to pull him away from his plans and into your arms. It was as if the second his head hit your chest all adrenaline he had been running on the past few days, ran out. That was about 6 hours ago, and the two of you still had no intent on moving any time soon.
Your hands toyed with his hair as he continued to read slowly to you, glasses reflecting the soft warm glow from the nearby fire. It’s crackles had slowly been lulling you to sleep against Techno’s chest, mouth pressed loosely against his calm pulse. His hand rubbing soft circles into your skin at your back beckons you deeper into your subconscious, the soft rumbling of his voice fading fast in your ears.
A slam of the front door sends both yourself and Techno bolting up, tangled in long limbs and a lack of space as Phil comes into view from around your fireplace. “Quackity’s headed here!” Phil chokes out, obviously having run a considerable distance to deliver such a message, Techno stands, and you follow suit. “Already? He’ll be underprepared.” Techno mused, moving to start gathering his supplies. Tools recently sharpened, potions brewed days ago, and stacks of fireworks prepped for firing.
You mirror his actions, gathering your weapons with a bridled enthusiasm. You hadn’t been home when Quackity and his army had taken Technoblade and you had beat yourself up over that fact. Knowing that perhaps the outcome could have been different if you’d been there, you were going to make sure that was the case this time. Mind distracted by theoretical outcomes you equip your armour with practiced familiarity, knowing you’ve done this hundreds of times before. But only this time did it truly matter.
A hand presses to your shoulder and you turn, “You’re staying inside the house. You know I can’t lose you, not now, not ever.” His hand moves from your shoulder to your hips, squeezing softly. Your eyes search his and only find pain and worry. “I’m fighting with you; you know I can handle myself Tech.” He looks away from your face, unable to meet your gaze. He knows you’re right.
And he also knows you won’t take no for an answer. Especially considering they were able to take him to Manberg last time. “Fine.” He huffs out, “But you have to keep this.” Techno takes the golden charm off of his shirt, the small totem’s eyes glinting as he pins it to your shirt. You open your mouth to question him, “I have another for myself, don’t worry.” He meets your eyes then but only for a second, pulling you tightly to his chest. “Be safe my love.” His lips press soft atop your hair, “I always am.” You raise your head and meet his lips, hand cupping the back of his neck before pulling away with a smile. “Time to kick ass, huh?”
Even on the battlefield, you can tell that Technoblade is still worried, he is distracted by your presence in the fight. You intend to prove during this fight that his anxiety is for naught, Quackity didn’t even bother with a spiel about how Techno deserves this and he’s going to get justice instead opting to fight instantly. His butcher army stood by his side and seemed to assume Technoblade would be alone, Phil and yourself rid them of that assumption as quick as it had come. You were quick to notice they were down a man, Ranboo was missing. Technoblade was right, they were underprepared.
Fundy’s blade clashed with your own, drawing your eyes off of Techno and onto him. “He has to face justice; can’t you see that!?” There was no skill or nuance to his attacks only power behind them making them hard to block but easy to predict. However, you were breaking a sweat as he finally managed to nick your shoulder, with a particularly quick thrust of his sword your armour fracturing upon impact. You muffle your cry of pain with a grunt, nailing the fox hybrid with a deep slash across his chest. Fundy fell backward with a cry, shaking as you stab downwards into his chest and finish the job, his body disappearing and his items popping out of seemingly thin air.
You look over to where you last saw Phil, Tubbo now squirming futilely beneath his sandal. Your head whips around as Quackity screeches, bloody body barely making it to the ground before disappearing. It seems you’d at least get a good haul of loot from these idiots. Techno’s eyes are frantic searching for you for a moment, you watch as his body visibly relaxes when he spots you. “Are you alright?” His hands are all over you, feeling for any injuries. You intake sharply when he gets to your shoulder and he growls, “That bastard.” You place your hand over his, “It’s merely a scratch Tech. I’m fine. Are you okay?” You are acutely aware of the growing patch of crimson on his torso, white shirt stained dark. “Nothing I can’t patch up.” He grumbles, hands tentatively pressing on and around the area.
Techno refuses to let you patch him up first, practically throwing you onto the kitchen table so he can get a closer look at your shoulder. It’s barely even a scratch. But you’re quick to realise it’s a great excuse for him to touch you so gently. Pressing on your skin as if too much pressure would cause you to shatter completely. “You dropped your arm to avoid the brunt of the force behind his blade,” Techno observes looking to you to confirm, you shrug lightly in response. “I’ve seen you do it before. Watched you do it the other day when you were sparring with Phil.”
He nods solemnly, deciding he truly can’t do anything about your shoulder. Due to it being a scratch and nothing more, as you had said several times. “Well, for someone who just watched me do it you completed the move pretty well.” His eyes can’t meet yours and you smile softly, “Eh, my reflexes are just pretty good. Not a whole lotta skill involved for me.” You are quick to change the subject, ushering him onto the table so you can look at his torso wound.
Your fingers are nimble, working through each stitch with a practiced precision that Techno watches with a keen but relaxed eye. You’re usually the one to patch him up, he can do it sure, you’re just better. And maybe he secretly likes how close you have to get to him and how gentle your hands work against his skin. “I was watching you… during the battle I mean, you made short work of Fundy.” Your hands still for a moment fumbling with the bandage, your eyes move to his and he looks away quickly. “You were? I uh, he isn’t traditionally trained or anything, so he wasn’t much of an opponent.”
You force yourself to keep your brain on track, tightening the bandage around his middle as gently as you can. One of his hands grabs your wrist, you still immediately and meet his eyes. “I… you really can’t take a compliment, can you?” His sigh is soft, and his eyes are warm, “What I’ve been trying to say is that I’m sorry for underestimating your skills and that I’m proud to fight by your side.” Even as he says such sweet things, he still can’t seem to hold your gaze. The grin on your face is enough to bring his gaze back however, “Best be getting used to fighting with me then because I don’t plan on budging anytime soon.” Your lips press firmly to his cheek a few times before he turns his head to catch your lips.
“We can start training tomorrow because I’m still exhausted.” Techno groans, shifting to get off of the table, your hand finding his with ease and leading him back over to the fire where the two of you had been hours earlier. That’s when you notice his hair, you gasp softly and take a seat in front of the fire. Techno moves to sit behind you, you quickly pat the ground in front of you. “Your braid’s come loose, let me fix it for you.”
He moves with vigor at your words, knowing your nimble hands against his scalp will send him to sleep in minutes. The warm glow of the fire highlights his bright eyes as they peek back at you every few moments, “Head forward, my prince.” You press a few soft kisses to the back of his head and his hands snake around to knead your soft thighs. You huff out a breath of air as your cheeks heat up at his ministrations
“I’m trying to focus on your hair here.” You grumble, “What?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, so in retaliation, you focus your full attention on his hair, not noticing his hands on your thighs begin to slow their movements until they stop, and you’ve finished the braid. “Techno?” The soft snoring you hear in response warms your chest and you carefully manoeuvre him to lay down on the plush fur rug in front of your fireplace.
He’s normally a light sleeper, which means he truly must’ve been exhausted by that fight. You quietly lay next to him, tangling your legs and wrapping an arm over his chest being careful near his wound. “I love you, Techno.” A kiss to the side of his face doesn’t wake him as the crackling fire and howling of the chilly wind outside lulls you into a peaceful sleep.
hi! i’m like 80% sure requests are open but if they aren’t feel free to ignore this! i was wondering if i could get some fundy confessions? like a similar piece of writing to what you did with ranboo? which by the way was very good and your writing is super neat :]
I’m so glad you enjoyed the lil Ranboo confession hcs, I hope you enjoy these just as much! :)
Fundy Confession HCs
Realising he likes you
Fundy knows he’s crushing on you immediately. But he doesn’t understand how deeply he cares for you.
Fundy finds himself surprised when he doesn’t have to chase you, you actively pursue him as much as he pursues you.
Fundy usually doubts himself when he finds himself crushing on someone, unsure whether he should pursue them. But with you it’s different, your support makes him feel confident in his feelings.
Sometimes he feels as if he could never confess, scared he could ruin your friendship in case you don’t feel the same way. (Even though you very much do, he just thinks you deserve someone better too)
Fundy spends a lot of time contemplating his feelings for you, mostly in his head whilst the two of you are hanging out. He finds himself zoning out while you’re speaking, his eyes wandering between your vibrant eyes and your gesturing hands, landing somewhere in between, usually on your soft lips. However, if your back is turned to him, he will simply fixate on your hair, his hands desperately wishing to feel it. He knows that it's soft from the few times he’s fixed a stray lock of hair to a spot behind your ear. Basking in the pride he feels when your cheeks tint a soft pink, wondering whether it was real or just a cruel trick played by his imagination.
Fundy often finds himself thinking of you whilst streaming, he’s mentioned you a few times. Not enough to raise any questions about what your relationship with him is, just enough so his chat can try and appreciate you as much as he does when he allows his mind to wander mid-game.
Fundy finds himself slamming into an epiphany late one night when he realises that dating you isn’t about whether he thinks he deserves you but whether you do. And he hasn’t even given you the chance to answer, all this time he’s made the decision for you because he’s too scared of what your answer would be. He makes a promise to himself that night. That you deserve to make that decision yourself.
The Confession
Fundy knows that if he’s going to confess, he needs to make it extravagant and perfectly tailored to you.
This man plans out his confession to you for MONTHS, meticulously crafting props, making bookings, and trying his best to coordinate far away friends. Meanwhile, your friendship continues to strengthen with each night chatting until the both of you fall asleep in lone discord calls.
You know that Fundy has been busy with a project he refuses to tell you anything about, changing the subject with nervous stuttering whenever you bring it up.
You have let it keep you awake for a few nights before concluding that perhaps he finally managed to snag a partner and he was unsure how to tell you. So, the next time you meet up you make a note to drop some hints about knowing what his little project is. This freaks Fundy out instantly. How the hell did you figure it out? And you seem super okay with it? Was he wrong, do you actually feel the same way? Fundy’s head is spinning as you continue your casual conversation alone, “But don’t worry, I can wait. I only want you to tell me when you feel comfortable.” Your words snap Fundy out of his spiraling thoughts as your warm hand squeezes his knee and he forgets how to breathe.
Fundy spirals yet again that night after he gets home. You seemed okay with him liking you? But you didn’t confess either!? What does that even mean!? Fundy groans loudly before stuffing his pillow over his face, wishing that his love life could be easy.
He sets to work the next morning, finalizing all of his plans. When once again, he is struck by another epiphany. You wouldn’t want this. Some big extravagant show with the pressure of your mutual friends watching from the sidelines. You’d want something sweet and personal. That only you and he would understand, or even care about. He doesn’t bother cancelling the plans and bookings, instead of texting you to meet him at his place for dinner. If tonight works out the two of you can still experience the more extravagant side of his confession, but if this whole encounter goes sour it can go sour in private rather than public.
You arrive promptly, as you always do. Happy to spend time with him and perhaps seduce him you dress a little cuter than usual. Hoping he takes notice. He definitely does, and you can tell. The second he opens the door to reveal your frame he’s grinning, a light pink rests at the tips of his ears almost immediately. He is quick to greet you and lead you inside.
Fundy spent all afternoon regretting that he had sent that text to you. As he had to frantically run around the kitchen trying to come up with a meal to cook because there was absolutely no way, he was going to feed you takeout! Normally of course he wouldn’t have minded doing that, but not the day he plans to confess! That’d just be embarrassing. He spent a good thirty minutes deciding on the menu, thinking he’d do something Dutch to show off a little. And then he promptly realised that over half of the Dutch dishes he knew required no cooking but days of prep-work. Which took out a lot of what he knew how to cook.
So, by the time you arrived, he actually hadn’t finished cooking anything yet. And he was internally screaming as he heard your knock upon his door. So, to distract you he invited you into his room for some Minecraft. He repeatedly thanked his past self for furiously cleaning his room even though he originally had no plans for you to come in here.
As you play your eyes wander around Fundy’s room, allowing yourself to be distracted by his nerdy décor. “Creeper!” You scream as you’re brought back into reality as Fundy’s character jumps in between yours and the exploding mob. You gasp dramatically, “Fundy, my hero!” You pretend to swoon, grinning as he chuckles at your antics. “My shield is now practically broken.” He whines, “Take mine.” You drop it in front of him before moving your character back over to the iron ore you’d spotted in the cave earlier. He readjusts himself beside you, shimmying his shoulders as he mutters out a quick thanks. You lean against him softly, “No worries.”
It is at that inopportune moment that he remembers he had been cooking before you showed up. Thank god his oven had a safety feature to turn off after a certain amount of time. He ducks out for a few moments to quickly check on the mess of ingredients he’d chucked into a casserole to find it charred black. He repeatedly slams his head against his countertop as he began to enter both yours and his usual order of Chinese takeout into his phone. “You good with Chinese takeout?” He calls towards his room, wishing a hole in the ground would open and swallow him up pulling him straight down to the ninth circle of hell for his crimes against love. “Hell yeah, I am!” You respond with an enthusiasm that allows him to unclench his jaw and unfurrow his brows. God, you were definitely too good for him. Even as a friend.
Hours soar by with ease as the two of you play, trying your best to speedrun Minecraft and absolutely failing. Fundy does manage to make a nether portal pretty quickly using the lava pool strat. He allows himself to puff out his chest, pride swelling as you cheer him on with a grin. You don’t stop playing even when the takeout arrives continuing to communicate through mouthfuls of rice and complaints about trying to not get grease on your keyboards. Fundy cant remember that last time the two of you spent time like this just hanging out with no pressure from his stupid feelings and you absolutely glowing with joy beside him. He knows you need to do this more often.
“YES! FUNDY HIT HIM! AHH!” With one final blow, the dragon is slain and you finally beat Minecraft. You throw your arms around Fundy laughter bubbling from your lips, his arms grip you tightly pulling you close. His own laughter reverberates against his chest causing you to realise just how close he was holding you. You gulp down your rapidly growing nerves before looking up to meet his gaze, finding his face a lot closer to yours than you had expected. Fundy looks down at you as his cheeks burn a bright crimson and he tries to stutter out the words he’s been dying to tell you for the past six months.
And that’s when it hits you like a tonne of bricks. The bullshit he had been hiding this whole time wasn’t a partner, he wanted you to be his partner! Your mouth falls open in surprise for a few moments as Fundy continues to gape at you. “Holy shit Fundy.” That causes his gaze to snap to yours, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a firm line. “I thought you were hiding the fact you were with someone from me!” You laugh at your own absolute stupidity, hand coming to press high on Fundy’s chest. “Wait, what!?” The exasperated expression on his face only causes you to laugh harder, “Yeah, I thought that’s what you were being super cagey about. Sorry my bad, misjudged that one.”
Fundy finds himself chuckling too, his shoulders relaxing as he does so. “Yeah, a real good read love.” He laughs, your gaze rises at the pet name. “Real presumptuous of you Fundy, I haven’t even said if I feel the same yet.” Your teasing tone doesn’t even stop him as he pulls you even closer to him, pressing your body flush against his. “I think I can read you pretty well now. Not to mention you’ve been blushing this whole time.” He grins into your hair, squeezing you with an unbridled joy you find so contagious. Or perhaps you’re feeling that way because it turns out your crush isn’t actually dating someone else but instead likes you back?
“B-but like, just checking you actually do really like me-“ Fundy begins, feeling his nerves inevitably creep up his spine. Before he can even finish you cup the back of his neck with your free hand, the other clenching his shirt as you kiss him with all the intensity you can muster. “That answer your q-.” You begin to respond against his lips only from him to silence you, which maybe you deserved. Fundy can’t help but smile into the kiss. Somehow things actually turned out alright. Squeezing your warm soft hips, he ponders who the hell is looking out for him upstairs. But as your hands tangle in his hair, he makes a silent promise to himself he’ll consider praying to them tomorrow.
can you do "dating tommyinnit includes..." hcs pls?? 🥺
This blog is soo TommyInnit heavy in terms of content and I have no idea how it happened! Regardless I hope you enjoy these!
Dating TommyInnit HCs
This boy is stubborn as hell and he is going to try his hardest to not seem clingy in your first few weeks dating. But once he finally either swallows his pride, or finally realises he doesn’t need to keep up appearances in front of you. He is always going to want to be holding you, or for you to be holding him.
There are plenty of instances in which you will simply be existing and trying to do your own thing and Tommy just comes you to you and hugs you. Usually from behind, resting his chin on your head and enveloping you. And if you continue to move around, he will just follow, clinging to you and waddling behind you. Whining that you should hug him back and that you don’t need to do whatever it is you’re trying to do.
If you ever want Tommy to take you on an official date you will need to tell him. This boy thinks that you guys chilling on the couch hanging out is enough of a date. But when you bring it up, he feels SO GUILTY. He scrambles to organise as fancy a dinner as he can as quickly as he can. So, you both agree to go on one traditional date once a month, because even you will admit you do enjoy the casual hangout dates you have.
Seeing as the two of you are still too young to live on your own together Tommy practically moves into your house. He only returns home when he has to stream, and his mother will just end up trapping him there and then he will text you begging for you to come over. So of course, you do.
You both study together, of course. Tommy is a smart kid, but everyone can always study a little more. So, the two of you set up at Tommy’s place practically covering the whole dining table with folders chock-a-block with notes. Tommy may be smart, but he is easily distracted, and you distract him the most. At several points, you are trying to explain something to him, and you watch as his eyes start to lose focus and he seems to stare straight through you. You give him a soft whack with your opened textbook, snapping him out of his stupor. “Back to reality, blondie.”
Tommy frequently falls asleep whenever the two of you are together, for this boy between school and streaming and YOU of course, sleep for him is hard to come by. Whenever you’re over at his place and notice that he’s super tired you will coax him into placing his head on your lap. You thread your fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp with your nails and he is asleep within minutes. Even if you’re not chatting with Tommy you know how much he needed this, and you’re happy to fall asleep along with him. A nap never hurt anyone.
You lose a lot of sleep while dating Tommy. This boy’s sleep schedule is whack and he will not hesitate to pull you down with him. Unless you pull him out of it with a strong tone and threats of some form of punishment. Otherwise, he is 100% going to have the two of you in discord speed running Minecraft until at least 2:30am ON A SCHOOL NIGHT OF COURSE. This leads to multiple occasions of you being on call and hearing Tommy’s mum burst into his room to start berating him for being up too late and being a horrible influence on you. You can’t help but cackle with laughter on the other end as Tommy cowers at his mother’s tone.
When you guys play Minecraft together, he truly assumes the protective role. This boy does not wander far from you, making sure you don’t get blown up by a creeper or spooked by an enderman. And whenever you ask him about it, “Keeping a close eye on me, hmm?” you will watch as he grows a bright red on your video chat. He tries his best to stutter out a response as you giggle to yourself. And if Tommy ever spots a creeper within two chunks of you he starts screaming at the top of his lungs and running towards you, “DON’T MOVE I’LL SAVE YOU!” which in your humble opinion is far scarier than any creeper explosion.
You usually end up screaming out of fear at him and he usually misses his attacks on the creeper and it explodes in his face. (sometimes he dies and makes you pick up his stuff as he pouts saying “I DIED FOR YOU I DESERVE A KISS!” Of course, you give him one) HOWEVER, when he doesn’t die, you tease him “Oh, my hero! What could’ve happened if you hadn’t saved me!” You can’t help but grin as he puffs his chest up out of pride, a smarmy grin on his face. “Heh. All in a day’s work!”
Tommy attempts to bake for your birthday. It does not go well. His mother tried her best to save the ‘cake’ he had made but even she was at a loss on how exactly he failed a boxed cake. All he had to do was add milk and eggs! That’s all! So, when it is plated in front of you, the dark charcoal showing through the haphazardly slapped on icing you smile at him and his mother grimaces at you. She knows you’re far too nice to say no to his ‘cooking’. So, in a stroke of genius as you begin to scoop up a piece to eat, she taps the table eyeing Walter by the doorway.
In response to the gesture Walter takes a running start and jumps up on the table, swallowing the piece of cake on your plate. Betty follows suit on the other side of the kitchen but instead, she goes for the cake itself, slobbering all over it in the process as Tommy screeches at them both to get off the table. His mother half-heartedly makes them get off the table, trying to hide her laughter as she does so. You silently thank her as Tommy’s back is turned and stand from the table, moving to your boyfriend to comfort him at the loss of his hard work. “It’s okay Tommy, how about we make another cake together instead?” Surely, you’ll be able to help Tommy make an actual cake this time.
Do you write for Slimecicle? I've been binge watching his videos and I just really want to hold his hand hsbdbdsfhj-
Yes, I most definitely do!! I love that man with my whole soul! Anon I’d love for you to send in a specific request for him, it would be an honour to write for that boy.
Could you write a cuddle oneshot on highkeyhateme? He’s a smaller streamer but is really underrated. You might have seen him on tik tok. If not that’s okay, I was just wondering. Drink some water please!
I had absolutely no idea who this guy was, so I did some research and watched some of his content. I hope I did him justice! And thank you for the request :)
Midnight Streams
“DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT?! I’M A PVP GOD CHAT!” You are woken by Oliver cheering at his stream from the other room, you groan loudly in response raising your hands to your face to rub at your sleep-addled eyes. You roll your head to the side and squeeze your eyes shut as they are assaulted by your bedside clock’s bright face. 2:03am. God damnit.
You groan again and slowly begin to clamber out of bed. With a yawn you haphazardly trudge towards Oli’s streaming room. You usually would knock on the door but after being woken up this early you are not in the mood for that level of politeness. “Oliver.” You manage to mumble, slumping against the bedframe. Oliver looks away from his stream when you walk in knowing immediately that he’s let time get away from him.
His stream cam faces away from the door allowing you to simply be a faceless voice to his chat, “Come to bed Oli, it’s 2am.” You grumble, running your hand through your messy bedhead. His eyes widen, “2 am!?” He tabs out of Minecraft to see that you’re right, “Sorry babe. I’ll finish up and I’ll be right there!” He was meant to finish up hours ago, guilt begins to sink in when he realises he must have woken you. You nod, slowly pulling the door closed behind you.
“Streeeeeam I really have to go…” Oliver begins to slowly wrap up the stream, reading out his last donations and closing out of Minecraft. Meanwhile his chat is going absolutely insane asking who’s voice that was and screaming about the fact that he called them ‘babe’. He can barely keep up with his chat, watching it fly by on his second monitor.
“Thanks for the long stream tonight guys! Maybe next stream I can tell you about the person I was speaking too.” He teases with a cheeky grin, ending his stream. Oliver takes a huge deep breath knowing next time he streams he’ll probably finally have to tell his chat about you. He promptly decides that topic is something he can bring up with you later when it isn’t literally 2am.
After a few minutes cleaning up his stream setup tiredness continues to allude him, he moves to your shared bedroom. You are lying down in bed again, facing away from him. Oliver tries his best to stay quiet but as he climbs into bed beside you he notes you are definitely still awake. “Sorry for waking you love.” He cautiously shuffles closer to you, pressing his chest to your back trying to gauge whether you’re mad at him. You press back into him, humming pleasantly when he slips his arms around your middle.
“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to. But you really gotta set an alarm for ending your stream, this can’t keep happening.” You press your cold feet to his legs in an attempt to make him take your sleepy voice seriously, he immediately yelps and jerks his legs away from you. “Ah! Okay, okay! I will, just keep your icey feet away from me.” He squeezes you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck trying to make himself smaller as if that will save him from your freezing feet.
You laugh as he slowly brings his legs back down, cautiously testing the waters. “I won’t do it again Oli.” You snigger, twining your legs with his and taking comfort in his slightly larger frame covering yours. For a few minutes a comfortable silence settles over the both of you and you finally begin to start falling asleep again when Oliver says your name.
You hum in response, “I can’t sleep.” You roll your eyes, “I’m this close to kicking you out of the bed.” You threaten, rolling over so that you’re now facing Oliver. He instinctively pulls you towards him, “Don’t kick me out. This is a comfier position, I’m sure I’ll be able to sleep like this now.” He squeaks out, holding your body flush with his own. You sigh and wrap your arms around him in turn, running your hands through his hair softly. “You best start getting sleepy.” You continue your movements, trying to soothe your boyfriend as much as possible because you know you won’t be getting a wink of sleep until Oliver is practically comatose.
Oli hums pleasantly as you rake your nails over his scalp, giggling to yourself when he shudders. “Keep doing that and I’ll never wake up.” He mumbles, eyelids long since shut. “Maybe that’s been my plan all along.” You whisper with a smile, watching his expression change as he giggles a little before relaxing again. His hands begin to move on your lower back, pulling up your shirt to slip his warm hands underneath.
You gasp softly at the sudden contact, your hands in his hair stuttering for a moment. He smiles and begins drawing soft shapes into your skin, humming a soft tune. You allow your eyelids to slip closed, your ministrations through his hair beginning to slow as you grow more relaxed. You lean up to press a few slow pecks to his lips which he happily returns, sighing pleasantly against your lips before returning to his soft tune as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.
You faintly feel Oli press a final soft kiss to your forehead as he finishes the tune he had been humming. He whispers your name, but you are far off into your subconscious and Oli faintly smiles as he finally joins you, his breath evening out and body fully relaxing “Goodnight my love.”
I hope it's not too much to ask, but is it possible for you to specify the pronouns you use for the reader when you post a fic? I hate to annoy you or anything but it triggers my dysphoria when I start reading a fic and see she/her pronouns used for the reader without warning. Sorry if this is a bother, though!!
I’m so sorry about this! I will always specify if I am using a certain set of pronouns in particular at the beginning of the work and if none are stated it’s gender-neutral. However, in the work I just posted I accidentally left in she/her pronouns, which have now been removed so thank you so much for letting me know! And once again, very sorry that happened and I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again!
omggg can u make tommyinnit hc about his crush meeting his friends (kinda based off of his confession hc part 2?)
Thanks so much for the request, I hope you enjoy :)
BTW - This might not make much sense to you if you haven’t read the Tommy confession HCs! So give that a read if you want context for this!
Meeting Tommy’s Friends
Tommy would try his best to keep you a secret from his friends for as long as possible because he knows all they would do is hassle him mercilessly until he introduced you to them. Very much “They go to another school.” “Oh, so they don’t exist?” “They do!” “Introduce them to us, or they doesn’t exist.”
Tommy begs his crush not to tell his friends about the disaster that his confession initially was.
However, his confession is the first topic of conversation his friends bring up. Tommy attempts to lie at the same time as you do, which leads to you both saying different lies. “Well, I got a mariachi band-“ “He brought a talking parrot-“ You both make panicked eye contact as his friends laugh. Tommy eventually swallows his pride and admits that he literally punched you in the chest whilst confessing. His friends don’t stop laughing for a solid minute and a half. You don’t really blame them.
After that initial rocky start, everything was going smoothly, his friends jokingly interrogating you a little to make sure you were the right fit for Tommy, and to sus you out in general. You didn’t mind answering their questions, happy to prove you were a good match for Tommy.
Until Tommy had to go to the bathroom, leaving you alone with his friends.
You had previously assumed that his friends were rather chill and laidback in comparison to Tommy, in a way to balance him out. Boy, you were wrong. The three friends present battle for your attention as they each tell the most embarrassing stories they have about Tommy, trying to one-up each other in the process.
All whilst Tommy is completely unaware only about 20 metres away from where you were all sitting.
His first friend recalls the several occasions in which Tommy called their teacher ‘Mum’ and almost ran out of the room in shame turning bright red.
His second friend reveals that once on a field trip to a ski hill they managed to convince Tommy to eat some ‘yellow snow’ they had found, lying and saying it was a snow cone. Only telling him afterward that it was from a snow patch they had found, leading to him vomiting a few minutes later. When in actuality they’d just coloured the snow with highlighter fluid they managed to scrounge up between the three of them.
His third friend begins his story by explaining that when they were at a school camp when they were all around 12. Tommy was deathly afraid of storms, so obviously it stormed the night they arrived. Tommy was shaking the whole night but managed to fall asleep, however, the night morning he had switched beds. The friend was curious, so they went to investigate the bed Tommy had slept in the night before to find - As the friend finally reaches the climax of their story Tommy comes bounding back over to the table and he promptly shuts up. But you definitely knew where his story was going, and very glad he was forced to stop.
“Hey, guys! Hope you aren’t giving ‘em too much trouble!” He beams giving you an enthusiastic side hug as he sits down beside you, arm staying slung over your shoulder.
That alone changes the subject, causing his friends to start ribbing him about getting handsy with his partner at the table. They all chorus that you and Tommy should “GET A ROOM!”
The conversation continues to flow casually from there full of Tommy and you blushing at his friends’ jabs and you trying your best to hide them along with light threats that if you ever hurt Tommy, they would totally wreck your shit. And you most definitely believe that they could.
As the sun grows closer to the horizon Tommy finally calls it, “Alright guys, my mum is gonna be pissed if we stay out too late. Maybe if one of you guys finally manage to pull anyone we can do a double date, doubt that’ll happen anytime soon though!” Tommy jeers, standing with you and talking your hand without prompting.
His friends all holler in your direction as the two of you leave the small café and head for the tube just down the street. “So? What’d they say when I was gone?” Tommy is quick to ask after you vent out your nerves to him, now happily seated on a train. “Uh….” Your expression must scare him because he grimaces, “It was that bad!? I’m gonna kill ‘em next time I see them!” Tommy angrily pouts at you and you can’t help but laugh, “Don’t worry I’m sure my friends will do the exact same thing when you meet them. However, I won’t be leaving your side kinda rookie mistake for you to do that I’ll be honest.” You tease, pressing your fingers into his side tickling him lightly.
His reaction is instantaneous, soft giggles bubbling from his throat and he is quick to move his hands, dancing his fingers down your side forcing you to laugh wholeheartedly. He beams at you as you squirm in his grip, begging for mercy. “Never!” He cries as you gasp for air between fits of giggles, desperately trying to tickle him back and failing miserably. He finally stops his onslaught only for him to pull you into his chest, arms tightly wrapped around you in a soft moment of quiet Tommy mumbles into your hair.
“Thanks for meeting them today. I-I know it must’ve been scary. I think they really really liked you though, think they’re jealous they didn’t get you first.” You can practically hear his grin as you pull back to look up at him giggling quietly before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I think so too.”
Even if his friends are a little weird, you wouldn’t trade this boy for the world.
Hello! can i request a Dream x reader smut using he/him pronouns. dom!dream would be preferred and a scenario where they did it in the kitchen. They could get caught or not or almost, either is fine!! If you want ofc! Thank youu
This is the first piece of NSFW stuff I’ve written in like 5 years, so I hope I still managed to do your request justice!
Kitchen Mischief
“Hey, you’re a big man- you can make your own decisions. I’m just saying having sex is a better way to waste your time”, he sniggers stealing a cherry from your group of ingredients and popping it into his mouth. He leans casually against the doorframe, “Yeah, well, I want to make a good impression on your folks, Dream. I don’t see cooking them a nice cake as a waste of time at all.” You readjust the apron straps as they fall off your shoulders yet again. “I’m not even asking you to help, so you should be feeling pretty lucky.”
You lightly threaten him as you continue sorting out your ingredients upon the kitchen countertop. “Plus, your folks are letting us stay here for free, and it isn’t even the holidays!” You gesture exasperatedly with your hands as Dream continues to watch you with amusement. “It’s truly the least we can do, Dream.” You eye him for a moment, and he throws his hands up in a mock surrender. “Okay, okay, boss! I get it. Where do you want your sous chef?” You smile, peck his cheek and quickly put him to work.
However, Dream doing as he’s told for more than ten minutes isn’t a skill even you, his boyfriend, can manage to crack.
You turn to see Dream fiddling with the flour you had placed out, “Ah! Yeah bring a few cups of the flour over here, I think it needs more.” You turn your focus back to your bowl making sure to keep a keen eye on the consistency of the batter. “See? I’m always a good helper.” You let out a yelp as you feel a harsh slap against your ass. Dream stands back to admire his handiwork for a moment and hums a chuffed affirmative, the flour handprint standing out starkly against your black pants. You shove the bowl away from you, “Alright, that’s it!” You turn and glare at Dream, but he only grins in response and moves closer crowding you between him and the countertop.
Your face starts to flush when you feel something press against your thigh, “Does me cooking really get you this horny?” With a quirked eyebrow in his direction the last piece of your courage fizzles away when you make direct eye contact with him. His pupils are dilated; his eyes half-lidded. He shrugs to try and appear nonchalant. “What? I just think the cake would taste better with a more personal batch of batter, don’t you think?” As your eyes widen in surprise at his words, he catches you off guard by gripping your thighs and hauling you up onto the kitchen counter. He allows the space between the two of you to grow even smaller as his hands begin to wander up under your shirt. You gasp at the sudden contact, squirming under his touch until he suddenly stops.
“Ah, ah, ah, what have I told you about squirming?” He hums, moving closer to nip at the skin beneath your ear, blowing on it afterwards to watch the way you shudder at the sensation. “I-I…”, you attempt to stutter out a witty quip to respond with, but your train of thought derails completely when he pulls your body forward, making it flush with his own. He takes his time grinding your hips together slowly, drinking in your expressions with a devious grin; trying his best to milk the sounds coming from your mouth as best he can. Dream continues this motion for a few more moments until you make a sound of discontentment and squirm against him. He grins.
“Oh? Don’t you like this? You have to ask if you want more.” Your face flushes a bright red at his words, and you try once again to mumble a response, but he swallows it with his teeth as he captures your lips. Once he releases you, you are beyond breathless- heaving against his chest, hands clinging to the flimsy apron he’s wearing. “But since I’m so nice to you, I’ll only ask you to beg once.” The condescending tone he uses with you causes shivers to run up your spine as his mouth dives for your neck biting and sucking on your sensitive skin. Between gasps you cry out for his touch, “Please! Anything!” His slow thrusts against your hips still for a moment and you watch as he straightens up in front of you.
“Anything?” You regret your choice of words immediately and your expression must show as much because his grin only widens. Before you can even begin to imagine what his next plan for you as he grabs the back of one of your thighs and raises your leg practically laying you down on the kitchen countertop. His hand flies to finger you through the fabric and you’re forced to stifle a sharp yelp by biting down on your lip. Dream growls at the action, stilling his hand.
“I will hear every noise you make, or else- I‘ll have to stop.” He threatens, his hand on your thigh squeezing just tightly enough to teeter on the edge of pain. Dream leaves his hand where it is, fingers extended towards your hole, but doesn’t move. You glance up at him with wide eyes, fully understanding the mistake you made. “Either accept your punishment or hop off the countertop.” His tone is nonchalant but as you glance down you recognise that his body betrays him. You eye the tent pushing against his apron and slowly begin to move your hips, pressing languidly into his fingers and doing your best to appear wanton. You know even guys like Dream will give in eventually if you play it up for him.
Dream finally slips a full hand around your dick and you feel your eyes roll back, lips parting in a silent cry of pleasure. He begins to pump at a harsh and unforgiving pace, and you feel the knot of pleasure in your stomach growing tighter with every practiced flick of his wrist. Your hips buck desperately up into his hand as you hear Dream begin fumbling with the belt on his jeans. “Yesyesyesyes”, you hear yourself whimpering in anticipation against his bruised lips, only to feel him grin. “Don’t get too excited. You’ve got a lot of stretching to go through before you get that, baby boy.” The sudden softness to his voice causes you to keen into him, the noise music to Dream’s ears as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth.
That’s when you hear the jingle of keys come from the other side of the room, the front door. As the door swings open, Dream dashes out from between your legs and misplaces his footing, reaching for the counter blindly. His hand catches the huge bag of flour and sends white powder soaring across the kitchen. The bag and Dream are sent crashing to the ground with a harsh thud as the door swings open, revealing his mother and Drista. “Look at this mess!” Drista is in hysterics as she staggers over to Dream’s flour covered frame, still on the floor.
You sheepishly hop off the counter, “I’m so sorry Mrs-“ His mother immediately cuts you off, “Oh, I know this had nothing to do with you dear. Let me guess, my son was trying to show off for his boyfriend, hm?” She grins wickedly at her son as Dream finally pulls himself up from the floor, dusting flour from his hair with a cough. He actively avoids eye contact with you as you notice he’s holding his apron over his crotch just as you are. The mental image that is provided to you only causes your face to flush an even darker shade of red.
Only when Dream speaks again do you tune into his and his mother’s conversation. “I promise after we get cleaned up, I’ll come back and fix up the kitchen.” Dream crosses an ‘X’ over his heart to symbol his loyalty in regards to the blatant lie he just told, because there was no way he was going to clean up this mess. “No, I don’t want either of you boys back in my kitchen, even to clean it! Now shoo, both of you, I need a head start on this mess so I can at least START dinner sometime today!”
Dream beams at his mother’s response and practically bounds over to you, “Whatever you say, mom!” He takes your hand in his and begins to lead you away from the kitchen, where Drista is now protesting about how unfair Dream getting away with that mess was. You’d have to agree with Drista on this one. Your mom would have absolutely berated you if you’d tried anything like that in her house.
Dream leads you upstairs and into the bathroom next to his room. You allow yourself to glance around at the new room. Until you feel Dream slam you against the vanity, one of his hands sinks into your hair to pull your head up to meet his gaze in the mirror. His eyes are half-lidded and his mouth floats dangerously close to your neck, his tongue ghosting your skin and causing you to shudder pleasantly. “Care to continue where we left off?”
