#tommyinit x reader

[justanormalfangirlx2]

types of kisses ft. tommyinnit

kisses you’d get from tommyinnit:

forehead kisses are a MUST

omg nose kisses are so adorable 🥺

little pecks on the cheek

when he’s feeling soft, kisses on the lips

neck kisses just bc

he probably bit your neck a time or two before honestly

hand kisses when he’s a soft boi

kisses your hair occasionally

will kiss the inside of your wrist

[angstyx]

Ah ok I didn’t know!

What about streaming with the SBI?

Sorry I’m Nights friend Toby!

It nice to meet you!

-Toby

Streaming W/ The SBI HCs!

TW: cursing, random stuff (i kinda just went off with random ideas), messy writing

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: another fic? wow wow

This is kinda messy sorry

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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it'll be total chaos

and i mean total

i mean you probably could already guess what'll happen right?

tommy and wilbur would be arguing with each other over some dumb shit (probably over the game you guys were playing)

phil would be trying to calm them down but give up after a mere 5-10 minutes and just decide to chill with his chat and you instead

you would probably just be either try to calm the two down as well or just laugh your ass off at them while calling them dumbasses

would you be wrong tho? exactly

and techno? yeah who knows what he'll be doing

someone's stream would crash at least once or twice or maybe more than that

i bet 10 bucks itll be wilbur's cause i bet he'll knock or unplug something

but if it was a irl stream you guys were doing? then oh boy

buckle up cause itll be even worse than if you guys were playing a game

the stream would be named "chill irl stream w/ sbi" but once someone clicks on the stream they'll be met with screaming and cursing

again, the stream would definitely crash once or twice and itll be lagging most half of the time

maybe during the stream you guys would just be walking around places but still even if you guys were doing that tommy would find out a way to make it entertaining

maybe he'll publically embarrass himself or something close to that honestly

yeah maybe a irl stream wouldnt be a good idea

lets just stick to gaming streams cause tho itll still be chaotic, itll be less chaotic

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[joviepog]

Materialist:

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

( Click on anything underlined to read! :D )

Wilbur soot ♪

A new start -Wilbur comforts you after a breakup

As the sun sets -you go to a Lovejoy concert and then end up on stage with them

The longer I’m gone -Your cafe crush turns into more

Meant to be -You and Wilbur meet on a plane

Comforting tunes -Wilbur helps you after surgery

New Year’s resolutions -You and Wilbur start a new resolution

Sad neighbor -You help Wilbur after you hear him crying

Late night walks -you ramble about stars to Wilbur

Love or Host -You join Wilbur’s love or host

(Blurbs)

L’manburg au -Wilbur is in love with your talent

Sleepy Wilbur -Literally just sleepy wilbur

New neighbor -You start to fall in love with your new neighbor

Feeling sick -You go to a Lovejoy concert even though you are sick

Ballet reader x janitor wilbur -Wilbur watches you dance

Swing dancing with wilbur -Literally just swing dancing with Wilbur

Geography rants -Turns out both you and wilbur love geography <3

My love -Wilbur spends a whole week planning you a surprise date

With all my love -Musicianbur makes you a song

Made it -You and wilbur both win Grammys!

Love at first sound -You and wilbur write loves songs to each other

Mine -Vampire!wilbur and YN dance to a little song

Lovely night - You make wilbur a little date

(Siren)

“God, i hate you!” - Different situations of you and Siren/Wilbur with the same four words

People I don’t like - You and Siren go on a mission but you betray them

Ceux qui nous détruisent - your back story to my story lolz

(Series)

Click. -Your lifelong friendship with Wilbur turns into more

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Tommyinnit ッ

Cuddles -You become jealous but Tommy is there to help

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Multiple People ❥

Heart broken -How different dsmp people would react to you being broken up with

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Young Coriolanus:

Weakness -Corio realizes he finally has a weakness after so long, you.

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

New story:

Part 1 -a girl who is writing a letter to her lover but something isn’t quite right…

[seobrangii]

can I request c!tommy hcs (or anyone else with this concept) for him with a reader who does pvp and the reader sees him for the first time and it’s like “oh I’m ur bodyguard now” so they just rock anyones shit if they’re a threat to Tommy’s well-being

❝SKILLED PROTECTER❞

warnings:: curse words, bullying, etc.

parings:: tommyinnit x reader (c!annon, p!latonic)

genre:: fluff, angst.

summary: when tommy can't defend himself, he needs someone else to do it for him.

a/n:: thank you for the request, I hope its up to your standards! (also sorry about the double line, they won't go away :(.

m.list - ask - series m.list

it was known throughout the whole server that you were a pro at pvp.

you could take down anybody no matter the height, weight, or skill.

but you still needed practice, some help mastering a move that kept tripping you up. So, you asked Technoblade for help.

and he was more than happy to. you guys practiced outside of his home, it was a undisturbed place with very few people, meaning less distractions.

or so you thought.

Philza had been sitting on the steps watching as Technoblade stood behind you- guiding your legs and hands to where they needed to be.

when out of nowhere from inside the house the sound of crashing and glass breaking caught Philzas attention.

Tommy waddled out with a pan on his head and his arms and torso stuck through a wooden chair.

he ignored Philzas questions and stared as Techno let go of your arms and watched as you swung your sword while simultaneously ducking and flipping.

but you stopped when the glare of the pan in the sunlight caught your eye. You bring your hand up to cover it up and laugh.

the sight of him in such a puzzle told you that he most likely did this a lot, and from what you heard from techno he wasn’t one for defending himself physically.

so you took it upon yourself to be the one to “rock anyones shit” if they messed with him (thanks anon)

when he got bullied by dream and was shoved to the ground and you appeared behind him like a goddamn ender man- tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned the first thing he came in contact with was your fist.

if wilbur was ever being a absolute idiot and just started being a prick towards tommy (but never laid a finger on him) you’d give him a small slap on the cheek.

not enough to hurt but enough to let him know that he shouldn’t act like that towards him.

you always followed him everywhere just be safe. you had no way of communicating to each-other if something was wrong so you opted to following him around.

you sneak behind him, he knows where you are but never said anything- just taking in your presence.

if you were shorter than him and something went wrong you'd unsheathed your sword, slowly revealing it along with yourself from behind tommy, while he smirked.

if you were taller though, the person messing with him could already see you, you didn't even have to pull out our sword.

just pull that creepy ass anime smile and then you're good.

on occasion tommy would get insecure because he had to have someone else take care of him and protect him.

that added more stuff to the things he'd get bullied for.

honestly, it'll only take some kind words of encouragement to get him back to his snarky, arrogant self.

"if it makes you feel better, I could teach you how to fight? So you can defend yourself!"

tommy grins, grabbing your sword from off the table, "aw that's so badass! I can go swoosh then swoosh and-" the weight of it immediately weighs him down and both crash to the floor.

you suck your teeth, bending over slightly to pick it up from his hands, "yeah, lets just start with the basics."

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[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine helping to exorcise Uncle Nasty with Charlie and Tommy

This stream is a fever dream

Edit: I hope Charlie is feeling better and Uncle Nasty should be burned

[god-of-balance]

Tommy x Reader(Platonic/Romantic) Incorrect Quote

Tommy: *Accidentally hits y/n in the face* Tommy*Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Tommy: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Y/n: Tommy: Y/n: What the hell's wrong with you?! Edit: It took me weeks, even a few months to figure out I spelt 'incorect' wrong in the title.

[shepard-ram]

Origins Smp x Isekai!Reader

[For those who don't know, Isekai refers to a person from our real world getting transported into a fantasy world]

Not requested, hurt comfort: No romance, but I'm open to write that eventually. This was an older string of asks that I absolutely loved. So here we have a collection of thoughts about it. Some mine, most not. I wanted to try to add everyone, but it felt like they were shoehorned in so a few people got cut out. Tw: Reader is injured, descriptions of poison/illness, talk of the possibility of readers death, homesickness. Strap in folks this is gonna be a longer one.

What the hell what the hell what the hell what the- Where are you? How did you get here? Why does this teenager have feathers???

Needless to say, you had alot of questions.

At least this kid, who introduced himself as Tommy, could answer some of them.

Okay, so you're in a fantasy land (likely a dangerous one if your knowledge of the genre had anything to say) and everyone here is a hybrid of some sort.

Tommy himself was very quick to proudly inform you of his own abilities.

He seemed very happy that you acknowledged his speed and gliding as something exceptional.

Well, if all else goes wrong, at least you've endeared yourself to one person- or uh, this one avian.

Then he wanted to know what kind of hybrid you were. Practically circling around you in search of any telling clues.

Okay, new fact unlocked: Humans aren't a thing here.

Tommy didn't even believe that someone without powers could exist.

Well, he did for all of four seconds before he came to the probably reasonable conclusion that someone without powers is the least weird thing he's seen this week.

After your chat Tommy offered to show you around and introduce you to the others.

More people means more answers. And hopefully, a way home. So you were keen on accepting his invitation.

Meeting everyone else didn't go as smoothly as meeting Tommy.

Apparently poking fun at someone's lack of useful powers was a common pass time. And Tommy, with his only claim to fame being a softer and slower fall, was often a recipient of these heckles.

And now they someone with absolutely nothing. At first you could understand the humor in it, but it got old real fast.

They seemed like decent people. You hadn't interacted with them much, but it didn't take much to start getting ticked off.

Thankfully, you could rant to Tommy about it. As he was able to fully sympathize with your situation. The heckling part anyways.

During one day, when your mood was particularly done with it all. You completely chewed them out about it.

It seemed that you got through to them. They backed off and even apologized to you and Tommy. Looks like you earned their respect! Hurray!

Turns out that earning their respect ment that you were to be officially accepted into the group.

Yeah, you're starting to think that being accepted is worse than the jokes.

Unsurprisingly, they had some aggressive hazing rituals.

Very aggressive.

Like, "you're starting to worry that they're trying to kill you" aggressive.

...Are they trying to kill you?

No- no they are definitely trying to kill you.

You were familiar with the fact that they had infinite lives. You had gotten use to that over the two or three weeks you had been there.

But you never made them understand that you only had one. After all, the plan was still "Find out how to leave and leave as soon as possible." You hadn't felt the need to tell them too much about your story. Even Tommy was only half listening when you told him.

Now they didn't believe you. They thought you were just trying to get out of it. To be fair it would seem like a very foreign concept to them.

The bee hybrid, Tubbo, was one of the most adamant about the hazing tradition.

Which on it's own wouldn't have ment much to you, but that would be dismissing an important fact that you very much cared about.

He poisons the things he attacked.

Even if you aren't very allergic to bee venom, the amount that a human sized sting would inject is surly enough for you to want nothing to do with it. Attempted murder or not.

You did your best to fend him off for a day or so. Likely gaining some extra recognition for yourself, meaning that he just got more determined to be the cause of your first (And unknowingly, only) recorded death.

It was only a matter of time before he did more than nick the iron armor you scrounged up for yourself.

And when the poison sunk in? Suddenly your screams of only having one life had alot more legitimacy.

Tubbo only knew his world's version of poison. Deadly and painful yes, but fast coming and fast leaving. Rarely killing its victim.

This was very, very different. Frankly other worldly and disturbing. How the sting site grew, swollen red and plainly horrifying.

He stood there for a good few minutes, not believing what was happening. Watching as the mark of his attack refused to leave.

You weren't lying. You really aren't from here. Your body really does work differently. You really do have one life.

Tubbo was quick to tell everybody what had happened. As if you couldn't get more strange, now you were the biggest concern around.

You could die permanently from the smallest mistake. Be it yours or theirs. Something had to be done to keep you as safe as possible.

But future plans aside, you needed help now. You were still out of commission. Sadly, you were right, a sting of that size is truly miserable.

Along with the pain that moving your arm caused, you felt sick. Body racked with nausea and dizziness in its attempts to get the poison out of your system.

You refused to leave the tiny shack you made on the outskirts of their developments. After Tubbo's reaction you correctly assumed that you didn't have to worry about the hunt anymore.

Soon though, people started to visit you. Not out of murderous intent, but concern.

They may not know how to deal with this kind of situation, but you do. And at the very least they can listen and fulfill your requests. If nothing else, take it as the real apology for the crap you're going through.

Rather it was stew, clean drinking water, or ice water and some cloth to put on the sting, they needed to make sure that you would make it through this.

Most of them also wanted to keep you company. After all, now that your story has been proven true they had just as many questions as you did.

You entertained them and accepted their silent invitations to form some kind of friendship.

However, during your recovery phase you noticed that the offending bee hybrid hadn't once stopped by.

You had a feeling you knew why, and a quick inquiry of Ranboo, an "Enderian" who Tommy had confirmed was nearly as close to Tubbo as he was, validated your belief.

He was overcome with guilt. According to the End's Prince, he was doing absolutely anything to avoid even talking about you.

Maybe he thought that you hated him, maybe he thought that he might hurt you again. Whatever the reason you wanted to prove him wrong.

If you're going to be stuck here for a while, (as the slump in your "research" implied) you should do your best to be on good terms with everyone. Especially now that they were dedicated to being your key to safety.

Eventually you manged to get Tommy and Ranboo to pester him enough on your behalf to get him to visit.

At this point the sting and subsequently, your extra symptoms, had drastically improved. A great peice of evidence that you held no ill will towards him.

The talk proved effective. You were able to squash some of his worse anxieties and he was able to get his conscience cleared. As well as prove that even if he did accidentally sting you again, that you would be fine given enough time.

As your recovery reached its conclusion you were excited to get free and moving about again. Especially now that you had a solid place in the group.

Yeah those safety plans had other ideas.

It was a bit of whiplash. But now that they had realized how incredibly fragile you were they were taking no risks from this point forward.

For one, your dinky hand-made iron armor was simply not going to cut it. A race had started to get you the best suit their world could provide. Enchanted netherite.

Apparently a full scale mining operation had begun, with everyone forking over any diamonds to make it.

The concept of an whole set of armor made entirely of pure diamond sounded unreal to you.

Jack, a Blazeborn who you mostly knew by association to the teenage trio, was in charge of digging up his home dimension for the actual netherite. A material that had to be explained to you by the others.

Last but not least: Ranboo, along with Philza, Tommy's elytrian father who was always kinder to you than the others, probably due to your friendship with his son, and Wilbur, a phantom who while not hurting you- certainly got a kick out of scaring you, were tasked with getting the enchanted books needed to make the armor the best it could possibly be.

You were only mildly surprised that magical books and enchantments are a fact of life here.

In the meantime you were not leaving your house during the day without at least two people acting as bodyguards. And you certainly weren't leaving at night, period.

Most of the time, Tommy and Tubbo took that role while everyone else focused on making your armor.

One of the first orders of business was to get you some dogs. Not so much as for company but as an extra layer of defense, especially if you're caught alone for some reason.

While your new army could help you in some cases, they were far from full proof. And with your armor still under construction everyone still took any sort of threat seriously.

Which you have realized, included one member in particular. Scott.

Dispite the fact that a starborne is arguably the most intriguing species, being made of stars ment that he also died with all the force of a human sized supernova.

It felt like no one let him within looking distance of you. Let alone let you have the chance for a chat.

As much as you felt like everyone was overreacting a little, (you had been just fine your first weeks all by yourself, thank you very much) you had to admit that they did do a good job making you feel like all the unfamiliar dangers of this world were miles away.

Now that your armor is done and ready to be donned by you, all the better. You still get to feel untouchable, and you get some extra freedom without everyone completely panicking.

You even finally got to talk to Scott without everyone in a mile radius having a heart attack.

And on a more general scale, you could be your own person again.

Sort of. They still kept a close, protective eye on you. And you were no stranger to the earful you got whenever you left your house without the armor and a few dogs.

Still, it was more than you had before. That was good enough for you.

With your newfound wiggle room you were still primarly thinking of two big questions. Why are you here in the first place? And how do you get back home?

Since you had gotten close to most of the folk here, you felt comfortable sharing your case.

But more so, you were desperate for some kind of lead. A few words in an old book that they knew, a broken artifact that one of them hoarded, something, anything that could point you in any sort of direction.

The more you talked, the more hopeless it seemed. This world was full of magic, but apparently not the kind that could send someone to one that doesn't contain magic.

You started to feel as hopeless as your research.

You had wanted to go home this entire time of course, but with these recent dead ends? It really started to weigh down on you.

You were chronically homesick.

But things were a little different now, you had people. Friends who could and wanted to support you. Friends who could on some levels relate to your anguish.

On the more lighthearted scale, you and Ranboo found yourselves going back and forth on all the luxuries you wanted so badly to indulge in again.

The prince would sigh about a palace filled with people to obey his every whim, and in turn you would talk about all the technological convinces a middle class person your age had access to.

Jack may be able to visit his home whenever he wants, but he still lives away from it. Together you talk about the little things from your dimensions you miss.

For him, it's the comforting him red haze. The uniform dense heat and sounds of crackling fire and bubbling lava. For you it's the song birds welcoming a morning, the yellow glow of your old light bulbs, the smell of the soaps and shampoos you used.

And on the most emotional side of things. Scott may be able to relate to your situation the closest. Fallen from his own family, and here he's been for decades with no idea how to go back to them.

You've spent alot of nights looking at the stars and sharing in your longing. Most of the time it's silent company. Sometimes one of you starts crying, the other always follows soon after.

As much as you hate the ever growing possibility that you'll be stuck here forever, those nights have made you ever grateful that you were dropped off here. With them, and not alone.

You're not alone if you ever feel out of place. Niki is all the outsider you are. Use to playing by the different rules of a different world.

You're not alone.

Things are complicated and difficult, there's no debate on that. But if you wake up tomorrow and realize that everything was the world's most elaborate dream, and there's one lesson you want to take, it that things are easier with a friend. No matter how you met them or what form they take.

[vneuns]

▸ A little visit | c!dream ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ

＃ʚĭɞ warnings lore spoilers !!!! cursing , toxic ex's , knife mention , killing mention , use of the nickname princess , distressed teenaged boy with trauma

ʚĭɞ＃ author's note(s) dream do you need a back scratcher? someone to message your feet? i’ll be your housewife. on my knees for you baby.

＃ʚĭɞ others if this gets 10+ reblogs WITH COMMENTS (high ik) ill do a part two <3

"I KNEW YOU'D BE here sooner or later.” You placed the knife in your hand down with a clatter before pushing the vegetables in front of you into the soup cooking on the stove. Turning around you watched with a raised eyebrow as your murderous boyfri ex-boyfriend paced back and forth in his tattered prison uniform.

His head shook, paranoid, as he bit on one of his already short fingernails. Your eyes followed him as he abruptly took his fingers out of his mouth and slammed them on the island counter. At the beginning of your relationship, him doing something like that would’ve terrified you. It would’ve had you curling into yourself attempting to get away from him as he apologized profusely for scaring you.

Now it didn’t phase you. After he stopped apologizing and kept throwing his authority in your face, you stopped letting the raising of his voice affect you. It showed vulnerability. Something you learned you couldn’t have, especially being around a manipulative power-hungry man.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He cursed, throwing his head back in anger. You knew who he was talking about. Revenge was seeping off of him. You could just see him thinking about all the ways he was going to kill the boy, who had tried to kill him and failed miserably.

“You sure about that?” You questioned him, grabbing an extra bowl for your uninvited guest so he can eat as well. Even though the hatred for your ex ran deep, you weren’t that heartless, and plus you knew he hadn’t had a good meal in almost an entire year.

His eyes filtered up to you a deadly look in his eyes.

“Of course I am, he deserves to pay for what he did.”

“And you didn’t deserve what you got?” In a split second the knife that was behind you was in his hand, the sharp side pressed slightly to your neck. His body pressing your figure against the marble counter. You knew saying something like that would tick him off, which is why the knife in your pocket was pressed against the back of his prison jumpsuit.

Your breathing became synced as you watched his eyes flow down your features stopping at your lips. It was a never-ending cycle between the two of you. Getting together, breaking up, getting back together.

It was the comfort you received from it. Knowing nothing would change. You’d just hurt each other, only to end right back next to each other. You understood that dating wasn’t easy and took too much effort, patience, and work to make one successful.

Only when you were with him. Well, you didn’t have to start over, you just grooved back into the flow of things like nothing ever happened. You told yourself once he went to prison you wouldn’t let it happen again, but you also thought you’d never see him again. Clearly, things didn’t exactly go to plan.

Leaning forward just a smidge the blonde’s nose nudged against yours. His tongue dipped out to wet his lips. In the distance, you heard the thunder roar loudly.

“Tell me to go and I will.” He whispered softly. Everything in you was yelling for you to tell him to get out. To leave and never turn back.

“Where would you go?” You knew he had nowhere to go but you needed time to let your brain decide whether or not you’d make it through getting hurt again.

A shit-eating grin makes its way on his face, the slight movement making his lips ghost over yours.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Princess.” He knew what he was doing. But two can play that game.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is gonna be home soon so you need to eat and go on whatever murderous trip you’ve been planning.”

Watching as his eye drew back up to meet yours, trying to catch a hint of a lie, but you wouldn’t let him see it. A few beats of silence went by before he pulled back from you allowing you to turn off the stove and pour the soups into your separate bowls.

“You’re lying.”

Pushing the bowl into his stomach you give him a sarcastic smile. “No shit sherlock, but it seems you believed me at first. I must be getting better at this.”

Taking your own bowl, you walked away from the convict going to sit down on a stool. A fake smile made its way onto his face as he placed the bowl down.

“Well that’s great, eat up we’ve got someone to visit…”

“No, no, no..” Tommy pleaded to himself as he climbed back up out of the hole he had just dug underneath the cobblestone.

“Looking for something, Tommy?” A smirk appeared on your face when the two of you made eye contact.

TO BE CONTIUNED... ( possibly lmao )

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