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Reacting to You Going Missing

Here’s a little thing I was thinking of all weekend. Figured I would share. Some of these are cc! and others are c! so like. I dunno. Some you can interpret in either I think.

Dream:

- Insists on looking for you every. single. day. - Spends as much time as possible looking. - Loses sleep. Not that he sleeps much anyway, though. - “Listen, none of you seem to understand. I need them here.”

George:

- Also spends a lot of time looking for you, but promises to keep taking care of himself for you. - “If I take care of myself, will you come back home?” - Is very affected, and oftentimes stops something early.

Sapnap:

- Is essentially a wreck without you. - Pushes people away who are trying to support him in such a difficult time. - “I’m not leaving the search until we find them.” - He does cry, but it’s hardly around others.

Badboyhalo:

- It doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as the police bring you back. - “Can’t you guys keep looking? Please, just keep looking for them. I miss them so much, and I want them home...” - Takes care of any of your pets and keeps your room tidy.

Skeppy:

- He makes all the usual wise cracks and such but it doesn’t feel the same without you. - Sometimes he’ll slip up and just go quiet, thinking about how much he misses you. - “Sorry guys. Give me a moment.”

Techno:

- Would absolutely stay up every night until you came back home. - Spends a lot of time thinking about where you could have gone, but usually can’t bring himself to go look. - Brings his ideas of your whereabouts to the police instead.

Tommy:

- Explosive as heck at literally anyone. - Someone tries to comfort him? An immediate “piss off” from Tommy. - Even gets angry with the police. - “You aren’t trying hard enough! Find Y/N right now!”

Tubbo:

- Draws pictures of you. They may not be the best, but it’s his only way of remembering what you look like. You never did like to take photos of yourself. - Makes your favourite drink sometimes to feel closer to you. - “I understand that the police are doing their job, but... I miss Y/N so much.”

Phil:

- Writes a letter to you every day, so that you have something personal when you get back, and so you don’t miss a thing that happened. - Takes good care of your trinkets and personal objects. - Helps Tubbo with his drawings of you sometimes if Tubbo forgets too much. Phil remembers you quite well.

Ranboo:

- Finds it hard to function with you gone.  - Writes what he remembers about you in his book. - Tries to find you, but with him trying to keep calm and not get too emotional, it doesn’t take long for him to need a break.

Awesamdude:

- Panicked is one way to put how he feels. - As soon as he gets the news, he’s already grabbing his jacket and going to join the search party. - “We have to find them. We have to find Y/N. What if they’re hurt?” - Very open to the support from others.

Schlatt:

- At first, he doesn’t believe it. - “Y/N? Missing. Yeah, I don’t think so.” - It takes him a couple of days, and then when he finally believes it, he’s making calls and looking for you as much as he can. 

Niki:

- Trying to keep all of your stuff as it was when you were there last. Sometimes she just sits in your room and soaks the atmosphere in. - Prays every night for your safety.

Wilbur:

- Writes songs that he promises himself he’ll sing to you when he finds you. - Spends a lot of time busying himself with work and music so he doesn’t think too much about you. - When he does think about you, he gets very sad and often cries. - “I just want them back home.”

Reacting to You Being Found

Per request, here’s the sequel to them reacting to you being missing! Enjoy!

Dream:

- Is immediately holding onto you so tightly and refusing to let go. - “Dream, I’m okay, you can let go!” “Nope. Never again.” - Is very protective and hardly ever leaves your side so you don’t disappear again.

George:

- The first thing he does is take a nap, but clings to you very tightly. - Makes you food, makes sure you take care of yourself like he took care of himself when you were gone. - Does a lot of thanking whoever or whatever made the universe for bringing you back to him.

Sapnap:

- The first time he’s willingly crying in front of someone and it’s over you being home. - He has never felt such strong relief in his life and immediately squeezes you tightly while just full-on sobbing. - “Y/N, where the fuck did you go?? You scared me!” - Guard dog Sapnap, anyone?

Badboyhalo:

- Also probably crying a little, but happy tears! He makes sure you know it’s happy tears too. - “I knew eventually they would find you! I begged them to keep looking, and... I’m glad it worked.” - Talks about how he took care of your pets. He did take your pets with to see you, so of course you’ve got some welcome back snuggles with him and the animals.

Skeppy:

- “oHH MY GOD YOU’RE BACK” - Also hugging you extremely tight and talking about how much he missed you. - “Skeppy, I can hardly breathe, you’re hugging too tight.” “HOLD YOUR BREATH Or SOMETHING AND LET ME HUG YOU A LITTLE LONGER”

Techno:

- Very chill but internally is so, so happy you’re back. - “You’re alive. I’m glad. I wasn’t of much help in finding you, though. I was too cowardly. Sorry.” - A cup of tea and a book later, and it feels like everything between you two is just as it should be.

Tommy:

- Acts like he’s pissed, but he’s also super happy to see you alive and back home! - “Where the fuck were you? Trying to sneak off or something?” - You heard about how he acted with the police and tried scolding him, but he wouldn’t listen anyway.

Tubbo:

- “Y/N! I missed you so much! Here, Phil helped me with these!” - Once he explained what the drawings of you were for, you were the one absolutely sobbing. - He did so well in remembering you. You were glad the two of you were friends.

Phil:

- Gives you the letters he wrote every day for you. A lot of the contents talked about how he never gave up his search for you and how he missed you dearly. - Once again, you’re in tears. So is he, though.  - “Also, I dusted all your little shiny things. I figured you would appreciate that.” 

Ranboo:

- Feels like he didn’t do much as far as your search went.  - “Y/N, I’m sorry for not looking hard enough for you, I wrote what I could remember about you and I spent a lot of time with Tubbo to remember what you looked like, and-” - You hugged him very hard, and said, “Thank you for being a good friend.”

Awesamdude:

- Asking a tonne of questions, like, “Are you hurt? Where did you go? Was it scary? Were you stolen away?” - Basically, he’s talking circles around you the entire way home, and he’s holding your hand tightly and sort of refusing to let go. He doesn’t want to lose you again!

Schlatt:

- “Gone for how long now? Did you get involved in a gang or some shit?” - You already know how hard he worked to get the police to keep looking, but you give him the benefit of the doubt. - That night, and many nights after though, he’s staying up later than usual to make sure you don’t disappear.

Niki:

- “Y/N? I... I was so scared you wouldn’t come back, I...”  - Of course she’s crying. She thought she had lost you.  - She sits the two of you down to talk about it over tea, and you cuddle afterwards to wind down after an emotional rollercoaster of a day.

Wilbur:

- “I didn’t think they would find you. Took them long enough,” He jokes, ruffling your hair, putting his jacket on your shoulders and heading home with you. - As promised, he sings the songs he wrote for you while you’re seated on the couch. - “I’m glad you’re home. I missed you so much.” 

Reacting to Your Music

Request: hiii <3 could you possibly do hcs of mcyts of your choosing reacting to your original music? Thank you so much in advance if you can :)

A/N: listen, I write my own music so this was very nice to write. Enjoy!

Dream:

- “You made this? Y/N, this is really good.”  - I feel like he would totally be up to make a song with you if you ever felt like it - Would probably listen to it a lot by himself because he is just so proud 

George:

- He loves your music, there’s no doubt about it!  - He would probably want you to play it for him on stream or something so others can hear and react to it. - “They are so talented, you guys can’t even comprehend it.”

Sapnap:

- Will he learn all the lyrics and belt them out when it’s stuck in his head? Yeah. - “Stream, you guys need to hear these bars that Y/N wrote. Straight fire.” - Supports your music career entirely and is your biggest fan.

BadBoyHalo:

- As long as there aren’t curse words, he entirely enjoys it! Maybe a few curse words are okay.. - “This is super good! I’m proud of you, Y/N.” - Will talk about your music to friends and followers.

Quackity:

- “Do a song with autotune next.” - All jokes aside, he’s also really into it!  -He would probably put it on during a stream.

Wilbur:

- He wants to learn how to play it, and will do so. - He’s very supportive of your music and finds it to be fantastic. - Will listen to it quite often because it’s just so frickin good.

Ranboo:

- It is the vibe. He vibes hard to it. - He’s very proud that he’s friends with such talent! - Probably asks a lot of questions about your whole process because he is just fascinated.

Tommy:

- “It better not be rubbish, Y/N.” - Of course it’s not rubbish and he ends up really liking it. - Boasts on Twitter and/or TikTok about having a wickedly talented friend

Reacting to You Falling

Request: I’m relatively clumsy so I was wondering if you could do hcs for mcyts of your choosing reacting to you falling? I imagine Tommy would laugh at me lol.

A/N: he would laugh at you. He does laugh at you in the hcs.

Dream:

- “Why are you so bad at walking? Get good.” - Despite his teasing, he still helps you back up. - The man isn’t the greatest at first aid, but he knows enough to know you might need a band-aid.

Tommy: 

- IMMEDIATELY starts laughing hysterically - “You clumsy fuck! Even I’m better at walking than you!” - He probably helps you up, but after that, he’s still laughing too much to help you with your likely scraped knee.

George:

- “Did you just fall? Seriously?” - He’s smart. He knows (kind of) what to do, so you’re bandaged and iced before you know it. - “Wanna play Minecraft til you feel better?”

Sapnap:

- “Y/N? You okay?” - He falls a lot when he skateboards, so he’s basically a pro at first-aid.  - You two go to get food afterward to make you feel better. Your pick of where to go.

BadBoyHalo:

- Immediately fussing over you, because your knee must hurt. - He’s got fun band-aids, so now you get a BRIGHT neon green one. - “Take it easy, Y/N! You’re injured.”  - No matter how much you try to protest that you’re not so injured as to not continue what you were doing, he won’t take no as an answer.

Wilbur:

- Also laughing, but his laugh is too contagious for you to not laugh along. - Afterward, he’s helping you take care of your knee, explaining that you’re not supposed to fall when you walk. - “You’re silly, Y/N. So silly.”

Niki:

- Makes a bit of a deal out of it, because you’re hurt now! - “Hey, are you okay? Let’s get you cleaned up.”  - You two get to go out for ice cream afterward, luckily, since ice cream makes everything better.

I’m Not Who You Know - Ouchie Fuck Ow Revivebur

Request: I am once again making formal request: Revivedbur, finding Friend and not knowing why Friend is so clingy with him, and attempts to get Friend to leave him alone. Give me more pain please

A/N: ouchie, I hate it! Thanks!

Theme: Ouchie fucking angst ouch fuck ouchie ow this hurts OW

Warnings: angst. MURDER. ummmmm also strong language? Lots of it.

Characters: Friend my bestie Friend the sheep ;w;, Revivebur, c!Tommy *sobs*, Y/N

His day had already started off relatively bad, but the added nuisance of this damned blue sheep that had been following him since the day he’d gotten back didn’t help any. 

The constant bleating, and nudging against him, and laying near him was enough to almost drive him crazy a second time. Maybe third, if he counted limbo, but he wouldn’t Didn’t even wanna think about it.

As Revivebur tried his best to get through his day, Friend became more and more infuriating. Didn’t this thing have better things to do, like... eat grass, or whatever? He tried to bribe him with wheat, which he ate but didn’t take a hint from. He lightly kicked him, which made him run around a little before coming right back. He even tried just shooing him. Nothing was working. It was simply too much for him to handle.

“Could you fuck off?” He turned to the sheep, who just stared back in response. Obviously. Sheep can’t talk. 

“Hey,” Y/N mumbled, “be nice.” 

“This thing is so fucking annoying. Why the fuck does it like me so much? And WHY is it’s name Friend? That’s so stupid. If I were named Friend, I would simply ki-”

“Enough,” Y/N interrupted. They didn’t have the heart to tell Revivebur that this was Ghostbur’s sheep, because if he heard that, he’d probably kill Friend on the spot. 

“Oi, dickhead! Heard you talking bad about Friend!” Tommy glared at Revivebur as he made his way over, kneeling down and running his hands through the brightly-coloured wool. “This is the only thing we have left of Ghostbur.” 

Well, I guess Tommy did it for Y/N. This was gonna be bad. 

“Ghostbur...?” His jaw clenched, but Tommy was too busy to notice as he pet the sheep, who bleated happily in response. “What is it with you guys and that stupid ghost..? He’s gone.” Y/N went to step in between Revivebur and the other two.

“Tommy, look out!” 

Revivebur was quick to cut Y/N’s attempt down, by pushing them to the ground. Y/N wouldn’t be able to be quick enough to try again.

“Sorry, love. But this fucking stupid blue sheep is pissing me off.” 

It didn’t take long for that lovely blue to be stained red, and for Tommy to be holding the last remaining thing they had of Ghostbur. Revivebur tucked his knife back into his pocket, kicking Friend lightly with the toe of his boot to make sure he was dead. 

Tommy shook violently with a mix of rage, intense sadness, and also a little bit of fear. “You... you...” He was breathing hard. He was in no state to speak. “I’ll kill you. My god. Someday, it’s going to be me that kills you. I promise you that.” 

Revivebur shrugged, then turned to his lover. “You coming, Y/N? I’d assume you would want to wash up? You’ve got some blood on your face.”

Y/N heavily contemplated just leaving him right then and there. 

“You go on. I’ll be with you in a moment.” 

The older male shrugged again, sticking his hands in his pockets and making his way back home. 

“I’m sorry, Tommy. I should have... I should have been quicker.” Y/N wiped some blood off of their cheek and looked down at the sheep, whose wool had slowly become a dark purple in some areas. They were hit with the harsh reality that Revivebur wasn’t the same person as Wilbur. He was cold. Quick to anger. He wasn’t the same, and never would be. 

“It’s... it’s okay. You couldn’t have known, Y/N. I don’t blame you. I blame him.”

But... they could have known. 

They did know.

Why did they let him do this? Was there something wrong with Y/N too? Was Revivebur’s influence that strong...?

Simp 💜

(He/him pronouns)

(Trans male reader)

(500+ words]

Description: You're having a dysphoric day and it gets worse when you realize you're on your period. You get on a call with Tommy who helps make you feel better.

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{《☆》}

You rolled out of bed, your head spinning as you stood. Picking up your phone off your pillow, you hobbled off to the bathroom.

"Ew," You mutter to yourself, staring at the face that seems so unfamiliar to you. Squinting, you ignore the way your lips pursing distastefully made you look more feminine.

Sitting down, you realize why you feel so shitty. You're on your period.

"As if today couldn't get worse," You bitterly grimace. Your binder helped a little, but even that couldn't wash away the painful cramps that reminded you of your past.

Sitting at your desk, you considered life for a moment. A light bulb in your head goes off as you consider the pros and cons of putting yourself in a coma.

If someone distracted you, you wouldn't have to deal with the problems in your life (until later).

You are a genius.

Pulling up discord on your phone, you pull up the one contact that's already helped you like this before.

Tommy.

It hardly rings for a few seconds before he picks up. You always loved that about him. No matter what, he'd pick up your calls. And quickly too.

It was a bit troublesome when once you called during a math test and he picked up anyways. It was instinctive and the teacher had spotted it quickly. You both got in trouble that day.

"Hey, what's up!"

"Tom, I need you to distract me." You pleaded. And like he always has and always will, he agreed. Tommy didn't even need to be told about what. It wasn't important to him. He would listen if you wanted him to though.

"I am streaming through, Y/N," Tommy noted. You flushed instantly.

You weren't on most (if any) of Tommy's streams. And, through some sort of divine luck, you've never interrupted one before.

"Oh," You nervously laugh. "Sorry. I can go if-,"

"You're fine, Y/N," Tommy assured, his voice gentle. "Chat isn't as important as you."

You giggled, embarrassed and slightly red. "Thanks, Tom."

"Anytime, Y/N."

{《☆》}

And, unlike a majority of Tommy's streams, the stream was full of quiet chatter to fill the silence and no over-exaggerated yelling. You only had to talk if you wanted to. He kept talking enough for the both of you.

It was peaceful. You didn't let your mind wander to anything because each time Tommy was there to talk about Minecraft blocks or mobs or any number of random things.

When the cramps caused you to silently suffer, Tommy would make jokes until your stomach issues were about laughing too hard. He was as sweet as possible, even with his reputation on the line.

Eventually, two hours had passed and you felt so much better. Tommy always made you feel better. "Hey Tom, can you end stream?"

"Sure," He readily agreed, taking a minute to say goodbye before he spoke up again. "What's up?"

"Thank you." It was honest. Tommy was amazing and you were so grateful for him. "You're incredible."

Tommy smiled at his camera, the sweet as honey smile that only you got to see. "Anything for you."

"I love you." You said. It was true. How could you not when he did so much for you.

Tommy laughed softly. "I love you too."

{《☆》}

["I love you" can be platonic so please, take this as you will. He is a simp either way lol. A (only) platonic Tommy post will come out tomorrow around 6pm bst. But anyways go read my EretxM!Reader post because for some reason no one has seen it lol.]

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Grim Reaper 💛

(He/Him pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1000+ words)

Description: Lady Death asks you to care for her favoured's son. Tommy is begrudgingly easy to get attached to.

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{《☆》}

"No! Please! I'm not ready-!"

"To die yet, I have so much to live for." You roll your eyes, pointing your scythe at the trembling man's neck. "I've heard it all before. I'm not here to give mercy, all threads must be cut eventually and you, mortal, are no exception."

He screams, withering in pain as you press your scythe closer and his souls separates from his body. A shadow of the man, you easily slice through them and send them to the aether.

Unequipping your scythe, you take a moment to stretch your wings before you give two strong pushes and get thrown into the air. Flapping your wings, you raise yourself above the clouds and start gliding more leisurely.

The sun shines in your eyes, casting a soft glow against the milky white clouds that cover the sky aplenty. Your raven black wings contrast sharply against the pastel colouring of day, your connection to Lady Death.

A gift, she said one day. To the son I never had.

You had devoted yourself to her that day. Now, every day of your semi-immortal life is lived to serve Death. It is a life you will never give up, willingly or unwillingly.

Y/N, she softly calls. It reverberates in your chest, and you swoop down instantly. It's a sharp fall, but you pull up barely and are through the narrow cave entrance. Find me, my child.

The portal, in all of its golden glory, stands looming above you. It only takes a second to get there, only two to be transported to Lady Death, and another to drop to a knee as she smiles gently at you.

Next to her stands another winged man. His wings are a more gentle green, with darker feathers spread throughout his secondaries. Their bucket hat, striped green and white, swivels as the man turns to look at you.

It is the man from the paintings. Philza, The Angel of Death, as his title is officially known.

You narrow your eyes, glancing up at Lady Death. She tilts her head and you take it as a cue to stand. Philza gives you a tight smile, turning back to Lady Death.

"Kristen, please. He wasn't-, Tommy shouldn't have died."

You flinch at his common use of her name. Philza really is as close to Death as the stories depict. But he is still foolish for wishing to reconnect the thread that has already been worn thin with death.

It is not your place to decide who lives and who dies. She firmly rebuffs, sympathy still etched onto her immortal features. But if this mortal truly is that important, I can have Y/N look over them.

You keep your face impasse, even if part of you wants to disagree. You do a majority of Lady Death's work so that she can focus on her husband, but she still spends so much time on building up souls. It's odd for you to even think of doing anything else.

Philza frowns, anger and understanding deep-set in his tense shoulders. He spares you a glance, accessing you most likely.

In any other scenario, you wouldn't even entertain this thought. But this mortal is special to him, and therefore to Lady Death. You will treat him only kindly.

You give Lady Death a small bow and take off towards The Land of The Dead.

{《☆》}

"OH FUCK OFF!"

You land in the centre of a gym, a small section of the Land of The Dead. It smells sweaty and emotionally repressed, so you look around for the boy who you've been assigned to watch.

The group of men, an odd group, watch you. One, in shock. They're young. Likely your charge. Another two in amusement, one wears a mask and another wears a worn trench coat. The last, a hybrid ram who eyes you with a neutral glance and goes back to their beer.

You step forward, bowing to the blond who steps back towards Trench Coat. "TommyInnit, Lady Death has assigned me as your charge."

"What the hell?" They yell, the brunet wrapping an arm around them protectively. You blink, mortals were so finicky.

"Have I upset you?" You ask, eyeing the one glaring daggers at you. "It wasn't my intention. I am merely here on behalf of Lady Death and her favoured."

They blink aggressively at you, anger seems to be their main solution. Definitely leads back to the emotional repression you had sensed a mile away. "Her favoured?"

You purse your lips, furrowing your brows at the ground. "You mortals refer to him as Philza Minecraft?"

"Dad...?" They mutter quietly. You nod along despite not understanding fully. "Would you like to go see him?"

Tommy scowled. "No."

"Okay," You pause, unsure of what to do. Handling mortals has never been your job, only collecting their souls. The others have gone about their own business, but the brunet glances at you a lot. Its uncomfortable, you want to get out of here. "Would you like to go for a flight?"

That makes them pause. They tilted their head, watching you with bright blue eyes. Then, they shrug. "Why not."

{《☆》}

You left him for an hour to help with soil collection and he gets revived.

You are done with humanity. But sadly, you've gotten attached to the tiny human who enjoys head pats and rain.

"My lady," You bow. "I know now that Tommy is alive, my mission to watch over him is done but..."

Lady Death grins. You've finally gotten attached to a human. And one of Phil's!

You frown as she giggles, giddy. She smiles gently at you when she's done. Of course you can go. I'm glad you found someone you can call a friend.

"Thank you," You rise, smiling awkwardly. Humanity is strange but now you were going to deal with it on the daily. "I will be sure to check in regularly."

It's not hard at all to hop between world. What will be difficult is finding Tommy when you arrive.

{《☆》}

[i promised this like 3 days ago lol. all men do is lie sadge... anyway i have a technoblade one next and then a platonic tubbo and ranboo one. hopefully I'll remember to post the techno one on Wednesday at 6pm bst ]

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Masterlist

Hotel Holiday 💛

Request by @you-did-well-moon on Tumblr: “I need a part two your honor. I’m a Tommy apologist and I’m not sorry about it 👩🏾‍🦯"

(They/Them pronouns)

(1000+ words)

Description: You need some time away from your Dad and Phil. Luckily for you, you know a place open for visitors constantly. (Platonic Tommy x Reader)

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{《☆》}

The rain seemed to pick up as you flew away from your dad's house. The rain got heavy, heavier than you could safely fly in, as you got closer and closer to the main area of the Dream SMP.

You pulled your wings close to your body and started a quick descent towards the ground, eyes dead set on one block. Only a few feet above the ground, with the wind whipping past you, you snapped your wings out and you landed to a minor stumble over the prime path.

Tommy's hotel stood, looming in front o you. The bright red walls stained a darker red as the rain hit every second. You took a deep breath in, solidifying your resolve before you started towards the door. It was unlocked, opening and inviting you to spend a night. It was certainly better than spending the night outside in the rain.

An android sat at the reception, staring right at you unblinking with its very adorable racoon ears twitching softly. They gave you a very robotic version of a smile, nodding politely. "WELCOME TO THE TOMMYINNIT HOTEL. WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET A ROOM?"

You nod, looking over the hotel for the first time. Your dad had told you before to stay away and you had listened, ignoring every piece of mail inviting your family to go over. But nowhere you were, for the first time going against your father's explicit directions because you felt... confused? Concerned, even. You weren't entirely sure what you were feeling besides anxious.

What if Tommy took one look at you and told you to leave and never come back. He wouldn't, you knew he wouldn't. But what if?

Tommy's head poked out from the floor, his eyes over the edge just enough for you to spot the glittering blue. Your heart stops for a second, terrified. "...Y/N?"

"TomTom," You blurted before you could, using that silly nickname you made up when you were kids. Your wings puffed up around you just thinking back to those days. "Hey..."

Tommy climbed out of the floor, which was really just a small entrance to a basement now that you could see. His face was more bruised than you remembered, blotched over his nack and face. His smile is more of a smirk, a fond lift to the edges. "TomTom? You haven't called me that since you were 8. "

You laughed at your own mistake, finding it amusing how Tommy thinks he was better. "Yeah? Remember when you called me Chip every day."

Tommy cringed, the memories of his adorable babbling about you being a cookie came back to him. Those four years were amusing to everyone except him, apparently. He shook the memories off and quirked his head at you. "That's not important right now. Why are you here?"

You shrugged a bit awkwardly, trying not to drag your slightly wet wings on the floor.  "I thought it'd be nice to finally spend a night here. You opened it a few weeks ago, right?"

"Close enough." Tommy shrugged, looking away from you. Tommy mumbled something so you leaned closer to hear him. "...didn't think...  come..."

"What?"

"I didn't think anyone would come," Tommy admitted louder, shuffling his feet in place. "I mean, Techno and Phil have been avoiding me like the plauge so I thought– ya know?"

You inhaled a bit sharply, biting your cheek. "They don't know I'm here. Dad would probably have my head if he found out. And... I was. Going to avoid this place, I mean. But things change and I, well, I missed you."

Tommy turned his head away, his shoulders shaking. For a second you though he was going to start yelling and fighting. But then he started laughing, a bit hysterical and wet and trembling. He was crying, you realized as he wiped at his tears desperately.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. "Its just, I feel like since I've came back that no one even cares. But you're he–re and... I'm sorry I'm just being stupid."

You crooned sadly, your wings ruffling to shake off water before you pulled a wing over Tommy. He relaxed back into your wing, pressing a hand to the feathers hesitantly. You warbled soothingly, pressing your wing closer to him. The urge to care, to heal, to protect your human, your family, your flock, it was strong and you could barely stop yourself from preening his hair.

"No, no... I'm sorry I didn't visit sooner." You said, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. You wrapped another wing around Tommy and let out a shaky breath. "Dad's gone crazy protective after you left. Almost had to fight him to let me visit Tubbo as much as I do."

Tommy laughed dryly, leaning against you. "That sounds like Techno. Even when we were kids he hardly let us do anything without him with us, remember?"

You let out an exaggerated groan. "He was the absolute worst. Remember when he'd follow us around school thinking no one saw him and we got called into the office because they thought he was stalking us?"

Tommy laughs at the memory. That village lasted about a year before you guys were on the road again. Going to school there wasn't the worst, but they certainly weren't like the nicer villagers near Hypixel's hub.

Tommy goes silent, staring at a random spot in the hotel, lost in thought. Quietly, he asks you. "Does Techno ever— does he miss me? I mean, I know I betrayed him and I'm—I am sorry about that but..."

"He wouldn't say it, but I know he does." You say back, just as softly. "You were close to him, Toms. You still are. You're his brother. Nothing, not even the war, could change that."

He sniffs, shaking his head softly. "Look at you, acting all grow 'n shit. Just yesterday you were all snotty and whiny about sleeping with your favourite blanket." He laughs wetly, resting his head against yours. "When did everything go to shit..."

"I dunno," You say, closing your eyes. "I don't know."

{《☆》}

[Hey hey hey! I was originally going to make this fluff but then I got into an angsty mood so you're stuck with this.]

[And finally I just want to thank everyone for reading!!! Finding inspiration to write has been hard lately but knowing that people enjoy my writing has really helped! So thank all of you for just even reading this. It means so much to me.]

[I will be posting daily for around a week maybe a day or two more to celebrate me hitting 300 followers. I actually procrastinated so much that we're like 7 away from 400 !! So anyways here's some content the next post will be a BadBoyHalo x Reader romantic fic :> ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL !!]

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💛 Blue Boquets and Brothers

[1400+ words]

[No pronouns]

Description: Tommy's been stealing flowers from your garden for weeks. Today though, you finally catch him in the act. (Platonic Tommy x Reader)

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{《☆》}

Tommy shuffles down the street, dragging his feet across to kick a random stone. It skids just out of reach so he moves on, wrapping his hands around the straps of his backpack in that way movies always depicted nerdy kids. In a way, it fit.

The garden on his way to Wilbur's is empty, devoid of human life like it is every time Tommy walks up to it. The little chain link fence isn't good at keeping out people but he imagines that it had to be good for something since there aren't any dogs chewing on leaves. His foot fits into a hole and he pushes himself on top and jumps a bit to land perfectly.

He bend down, dirt and rips already staining his relatively new pair of jeans. There are blue hyacinths next to a array of purple flowers that he can't name even as he plucks a few of both.

Tying them together with a strand of blue ribbon, he carefully puts them in his backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder, reaching back awkwardly to fit it over his other, something rattles the door to the garden and Tommy throws himself forward to climb the fence. Too late, he thinks as someone's hand wraps around his ankle. "Let go—!"

"Not until you come down!" You yell back, tired lines under your eyes. You were waiting for him, he realizes. "You're going to break your leg trying to jump!"

"Then let go!" He tugs at his leg but for just a moment he loses balance and gives up on his pants to curl his fingers around the metal tug himself up. In his panic he kicked you in the face. Good, he thinks vindictively.

You tug harder and Tommy is wailing as his arms reach out to stop the impact. His palms burn, arms aching with the impact still ringing in his bones.

"Shit kid," You had jumped back when he fell but now you're kneeling at his side, face twisted like it's torn between helping or not. Tommy doesn't even care, instantly scrambling to make sure the flowers in his backpack are safe. To his great relief, the flower petals are only slightly smushed.

"Just go away," Tommy says, pulling his backpack to his chest, watching you with narrowed eyes. "I haven't been doing anything wrong."

"You've been stealing my flowers," You chide softly, frowning as you stood up. Taking him in for a second, you sigh, putting out a hand to help him stand. "Alright, let's go then."

"What?" Tommy knows his face probably looks like he bit a lemon but honestly it's a fair reaction. "Uh?"

"I want to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft." You say, crossing your arms when Tommy stand on his own. He puts his arm through the backpack strap slowly, staring down at his shoes. This is a... fairly odd situation he's in now.

"I have a feeling you won't let me leave if I don't bring you with me," Tommy says, grimacing at your determined nod. This was going to be awkward. He's never really brought anyone to see Wilbur before, not besides Tubbo and Ranboo. "Alright, let's go then."

You unlock the gate, pulling a key out of your pocket like you knew Tommy would break. Together, and that is such an odd thought, you start walking. You're a few paces ahead even though Tommy's supposed to be leading but he's too busy holding the flowers gingerly, careful not to knock any petals off, to care where you are.

"So," You start, probably uncomfortable in the silence that had been following you both. "What's her name?"

"His name is Wilbur," Tommy awkwardly starts, unsure of how to broach the fact that they're definitely not dating.

"That's a nice name," You say without skipping a beat. Not homophobic then, that's nice. "Does he like those flowers or did you pick at random?"

"Hyacinths were his favourite but I always bring him blue so I thought purple would shake things up," Tommy shrugs, glancing up at your approving look before scowling down at his flowers. Well, technically yours but— doesn't matter they're his now.

"Those are lavender," You slow down next to him, pointing at the pretty flowers that wrap around the hyacinths. "But you also have a few small alliums. They're the circle ones, right there."

"They're pretty," Tommy says softly and now that he's thinking the allium is kinda familiar. Ranboo had given him one when they first met. He had it pressed between a book somewhere. "I'm sure Wil's gonna like them."

"Do you bring him flowers every weel?" You ask, side-by-side. looking over the bouquet.

Tommy nods because he always takes flowers from your garden so you probably already knew. "II like to keep him looking nice. If he's surrounded by dead flowers it just gets sad."

You tilt your head in confusion but shrug. it goes silent for a minute before Tommy sees large metal gates., pulled open wide and ever-daunting. "Ready to meet him?"

"We're at a graveyard." You bring up, skittish like Tommy can't tell where he is. You do look pretty disgruntled though so Tommy doesn't take it to heart. "do you and Wil hang around graveyards often?"

Tommy just wordlessly guides you along, hearing leaves crunch as you slowly follow. In a few minutes of silence, minutes you try to fill by asking questions that Tommy can't answer. Then you are standing by a polished grave and Tommy plucks a few offending weeds off the carved stone. pulling the wilting flowers out of the glass vase and replacing them with the new ones, making sure the ribbon stays on nice and pretty.

"Oh," You say and when Tommy looks back at you, you're lips are pressed together into a tight line, brows furrowed with tension. "I didn't realize..."

He shrugs, wordlessly turning back to Wil. "Hey Wil, this is Y/N, I've been stealing flowers from their garden for you. They're... alright, I suppose. I think you two would've gotten along, probably."

"Hello Wilbur," You start slowly, moving to kneel down next to Tommy. "I meet Tommy like 20 minutes ago but I've already gotten tired of him." Tommy rolls his eyes with a smile. "Tommy told me you liked Hyacinths, they're nice flowers. You have good taste."

"I still think the alliums are better," Tommy chimed in, leaning forward to brush a hand against the stone. He softens his words, speaking quietly to the heaviness in the air that haunts him. "But I guess you do have pretty good taste."

You put a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing with a silent apology. He nods, feeling slightly choked. After Wilbur's death, the whole family took it hard. Phil started putting crazy hours into working, Technoblade went on another fencing tour (which he hasn't done in years), and at this point, Tommy's the only one who lives in the empty two-story house. Until you joined him, he can say with certainty that he was the only one who visited Wilbur. No one's held him since it happened, not until your slightly awkward one-arm hold on his shoulder, comfort and burn.

"Two weeks," You say and Tommy turns to you, slightly confused. "That's how long you've been stealing flowers from me, two weeks. Is that...?"

"Yeah," Tommy says and this time his voice is watery. God, he should've just told you to fuck off. Now he's going to look like a mess. "I try to visit him every day. I don't want him to feel lonely without me or some shit."

"You're a good kid," You say, rubbing a circle into his shoulder. You look back at the flowers and grimace, "I'd like it if you didn't steal my flowers but I'm not going to report anything. Not to your parents or the police. It can be our secret."

"He would've liked you," Tommy says before he can stop himself. His ears burn and it's not just with the cold. "You're a good person and... Wilbur would probably be in love with your garden."

"If he's anything like you, I'd probably like him too." You look over at him, probably spotting his embarrassed flush. You stand, holding a hand out to help him and he takes it. "It's pretty cold out, kid. Let's go get some hot cocoa, my treat."

"Okay," He says and it's with a relief he can't understand. "Goodbye Wil."

{《☆》}

[GO SUB TO TECHNO WE NEED TO SUPPORT THE YT MAN AND HE NEEDS TO GET TO 10 MIL GO GO GO!!!!!]

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💜 DAY 3 OF MONSTER WEEK — DRAGON TOMMY

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: IN THE FREAKING TITLE. Tommy gets bullied, you help, forced bonding and also pure laziness, all under the cut *jazz hands*!

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Things like dragons are widely considered myths, figments of our imagination with room for creative liberty when it comes to details. There are some people, though few and far between, who still believe in them, to an almost feverish degree.

You, like most, are not one of them. You've lived your entire life believing what's right in front of you, not feeling a need to search for some mystical deeper meaning. If it existed, you'd find proof eventually; if it didn't, you didn't care much to begin with.

It was a very flexible worldview. Maybe your open-mindedness for anything, this proof-begets-belief ideal, is why you've found yourself in this situation.

You were on your way to work, walking since you lived fairly close to your veterinary office when you came across of group of young school boys poking roughly at a tiny hissing animal. It looked sickly, bruises and leaves scattered over it and your heart instantly broke seeing its horrible state.

"Hey! Get away from that poor animal!" The second you started yelling, the kids scattered like the mice in the Ratatouille kitchen scene. You were going to chase after them, scold them maybe, when the animal's pitiful crying caught your attention. "Oh, you poor thing."

It cries out in pain when you try, as carefully as you could, to pick it up. You try to comfort it as much as you can, hurrying on your short walk to your office.

Now that you could see it better, it was less like a cat and more like an odd reptile. It felt around the same size as a young kitten but it was scaly, though from far away it seemed more like wet fur, with most of the scales being very, very loose as if someone had tried prying them all away from before it could properly molt.

You cooed at it, trying to one-handed open the doors to your clinic without disturbing the animal too much. "You're okay, bud. We're going to get you all fixed up." It mewled weakly, its tongue flicked at you slowly. "You are very brave right now. The bravest."

You kept very soft-spoken as you disinfected its numerous wounds. It was a very well-behaved animal as if it knew you were only trying to help it. You managed to even wipe most of the dirt off its very beautiful, very leathery texture, and vibrant yellow scaling.

It stretched itself out, curling into a very tightly-wound circle afterward. You took a few minutes to relax after that, knowing things would probably get far less exciting for the rest of the day.

{《☆》}

You were very wrong. The animal has left to leave your side even once, while simultaneously being very rude to all the other animals you've tried to take care of. You've had to close your clinic for the last two days because it almost attacked a very fearless chihuahua.

It wasn't horrible though. it was very cuddly, freely purring every time you pat its scaly back. In fact, it actively sought out contact, very pleased every time you played along.

Things had to change though. You needed to work and you knew you couldn't do that with a mysterious and aggressive animal draping itself over your shoulder at all times.

Surprisingly, you didn't have to be the one to change anything, change very rapidly found you.

{《☆》}

So, there was a strange man in your kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night to very loud banging and what sounded like a glass breaking. Looking around now, you could spot the broken handle of your favourite coffee mug.

"Y/N!," The blond intruder chirped happily. He dropped the corpse of your mug in the sink, "I have a human form finally! Look how tall I am!"

Finally breaking out of your shock, you started screaming. Very, very loudly.

Tommy, the blond intruder, managed to explain the entire story to you after surviving a very long 10-minute screaming session, a pair of policemen at your door asking far too many questions, and a mailman. According to him, he was a dragon who had been chased by poachers looking for his scales for some reason, when he had finally escaped the group of schoolboys had started poking at him and only made him weaker.

Apparently, he had siphoned off some of your energy every day, using your pets as a way to steal energy and in the process creating a bond between them that allowed him to take human form. You're still pretty iffy on the details and very much unsure how any of this works but after Tommy proves his story by shifting back into a dragon, you officially had to accept that you were bonded, whatever that meant, to a dragon.

Yay?

"So what now?" You asked because usually in stories, this would be where the call to action is. He would tell you about some evil organization or those dragon poachers would show up and you'd have to accept the mantle of being a hero. Except life isn't a story (wow, meta).

Tommy shrugs, "I'm not sure. I didn't really think I would make it this far into explaining."

"Can I just, go back to my job? Do I have to hide you until the bond goes away?" Tommy laughs at your questions. When you don't laugh with him, he gets far more awkward.

"About that," He rubs at his neck, "it's kinda permanent."

"…"

You lost another two mugs. Tommy has a far greater fear of you though, which helps keep him in check at the clinic.

{《☆》}

[I just wrote this all like 20 minutes ago, if this is bad then sucks to suck I refuse to rewrite this. (Ask again after I've had coffee)]

[Anyways, take care of yourself, drink water, touch some grass, love youuu!]

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