Baking With Tommyinnit And Tubbo

baking with tommyinnit and tubbo

pronouns: they/them summary: baking with tubbo and tommy is chaotic af :) requested: yes a/n: tysm for 100 followers, sorry i was gone for so long <3 tw: swearing and a TON of fluff wc: 0.4k

- first things first: this is chaotic as HELL

- you were ATTEMPTING to make a cake (a bee themed one, requested by tubbo) and you were all actually really stoked to do it !!

- so lets start off with tubbo, he is genuinely trying his best and wants to do well!

- he'll help you if you can't get the exact amount of milk in the bowl, or if you're struggling to crack an egg

- just a sweetheart <3

- but he mayyyyy throw a bit of flour in your direction occasionally ;)

- as for tommy...

- *insert deep sigh here*

- you and tommy will stick your fingers in the mixture and just straight up eat it when tubbo has his back turned

- and tommy will purposely pour the completely wrong ingredients into the bowl just to be annoying

- "are you tryiNG TO KILL US, TOMMY?!"

- "pfft, no-"

- will start a food fight

- you and tubbo vs tommyinnit himself

- but to spice things upppp, you would decide to betray tubbo for shits and giggles

- "y/n, how could you..."

- "it was never meant to be..."

- tubbo would probably still win lmao-

- after what felt like hours, and after a scolding from tubbo's mum, the cake would be in the oven and you were on to the best part

- CLEANING UP !!!

- we all love that part, right? right... guys?

- tommy was on washing up duty and would attempt to speed run it like he was dream or sum shit

- tubbo would put away all of the dishes after tommy washed them (tubbo would probably have to rewash them tbh)

- and you, well, you probably ran off to hang out with tubbo's sister

- but when the cake was out of the oven and you left it to cool, it was onto the decorating

- tubbo would probably take over since you and tommy can't keep your shaky ass hands still for two seconds

- tommy would most likely chase you around the kitchen holding a piping bag as tubbo just peaceful draws bees on the cake

- honestly i was just picturing that one brooklyn nine-nine meme where gina is just vibing as everyone's just fighting in the back but anywAYS-

- the cake genuinely looked good !!! (thanks to bee boy)

- but then it came to the taste test

- and it tasted

- like

- shit...

- "why is it so salty?"

- "..."

- "TOMMYINNIT, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

- turns out tommy poured salt instead of sugar in oops

- but what did you expect?

- overall, baking with tommyinnit and tubbo is hella fun :)

make-up ; georgenotfound

pronouns: they/them summary: george wants to wear make-up, but he's too shy to ask. requested: yes a/n: this might be my favourite thing i've written, this literally made my heart go whoosh, i love him <3 tw: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF wc: 0.9k

george was always fascinated with the idea of make-up. every morning he would just sit there and watch you put it on your already flawless face, but never had the courage to ask you to do it for him. he thought it was silly and the guys would tease him, but you could tell that there was something on gogy's mind.

it was a sunday morning and neither of you had anywhere to go, and george didn't need to stream for another couple of hours. you were once again sitting at your desk in your shared bedroom, finishing up on your make-up as george looked intensely at what you were doing.

"you okay, georgie?" you broke the silence, making george snap out of his daze. he just hummed in response. "you sure? you can tell me anything, i hope you know that."

you move away from the desk and sat next to george on the bed as he looked down at his lap. "i just like when you do your make-up."

you stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking between your make-up they lay messily over your desk to your boyfriend before speaking up, "d'you want me to do your make-up for you?"

george's cheeks heated up in embarrassment before he sheepishly nodded.

you quickly jumped up from the bed and sat back on the chair and patted your lap, gesturing for him to sit. he smiled at your eagerness and did as he was told. it was a slightly awkwardly position but it didn't bother either of you.

"lets start with the basics-" you pulled out numerous different pallets. "what colour eye shadow do you want?"

gogy opened and looked in each pallet before settling a baby blue. "this one."

"i was hoping you would pick that one." you smile as you grab the brush. "now close your eyes, love."

a series of giggles escape george's mouth as the brush tickles his eye lid. "i know you're super cute, but i need you to stay still!"

after you put the brush down, george turns to pick up the mirror. "we're not done yet!"

"really?" george turns his head to the side. "i thought- you're going to keep going?"

"if you like." to which george rapidly nods his head. "onwards then. now, this is the hardest part, especially since you can't stay still for your life."

"oh god." he watched as you picked up the liquid eye liner.

"if you don't want to, that's cool-" george takes hold of your wrist as you move to put it down.

"i want it, i want to be pretty like you." george mutters making your heart flutter.

"georgie, you're the prettiest boy in all the land." you give him a kiss on the nose before lightly grasping his jaw, making him stay still. "don't. move."

it was a struggle since george wouldn't stop flinching and giggling, but eventually he had the eye liner on, and did he look adorable. the mascara was a bit easier, but it was still hard since, well, he's george for heaven's sake, he can't sit still for two seconds.

"okay, this next two steps are the easiest." you rub your left hand up and down his thigh as you pick up a small metal container and an extremely fluffy brush. "blush!"

"ooooooh." he closed his eyes as the brush stroked his soft cheek, "i like that."

"thought you would." you chuckle as you admire your boyfriend. "it's my favourite part by far."

the sensation was soon over as he pouted.

"don't worry, pretty boy. we're nearly done." you look through the tubes. "now, which lip gloss do you want?"

george looked deep in thought as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "i think i want the shade you have on." he leaned forward and captured your soft, pink lips. the kiss didn't last long, but it was perfect.

"well," you said in a daze. "you could've just said so."

you opened your eyes to see that george indeed had a faint trace of your lip gloss on his lips. he looked perfect.

"you ready to see, gogy?" you held onto the mirror, ready to show him.

he looked nervous, even though he knew he looked amazing, it was still a new experience, he had never wore make-up before. he nodded his head as you spun the mirror around so he could see himself.

"wow." he took hold of the mirror. "i look good."

"that's the understatement of the century. i think i made you look pretty hot, gogy. hotter than usual."

his cheeks heated up, contrasting the light blush on his cheeks. "thank you, baby."

"anytime, and if you ever want me to do it again- or, if you want me to teach you to do it yourself, i'm here." you caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

"i might stream like this." george rested his head on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his torso.

"you up for that?" you smiled down at him.

"yeah. yeah, i am." he confidently said. "i think dream and sapnap would be pretty jealous, don't you think?"

"oh, most definitely."

you there,

the one reading this now,

yeah you.

you did great today, be proud of yourself

awwwwww! these last couple days have been utterly awful, so this made me feel a bit better tysm <3 and everyone reading this right now are doing the best they can and i’m proud of you!!

the desk ; tommyinnit

pronouns: they/them summary: y/n has a conversation with a stranger on their desk. requested: no a/n: this is intended to be platonic, but to each there own ig + a lot of skips tw: mentions of death, slight angst at the end wc: 1k

life was a bore. y/n had no friends, average grades, and a low-paying little job at a nearby café. they couldn’t wait for their final year of high school to be over so they could really start living.

y/n looked at their wooden desk, not bothering to pay attention to their geography teacher. faded markings littered the frame as they traced their index finger over them, but something really stood out to them.

the words ‘i’m bored’ was etched in with the sharp end of a compass. it looked new. y/n chuckled at the statement. simple, but true. they looked up to make sure that no one was looking in their direction as they slipped their compass out of their blazer pocket and began to sketch in a respond.

‘same’

the second they finished, they quickly put the compass back into their pocket. luckily, no one bothered to look their way. they inaudibly sigh to themselves. what was the point in that? no one was obviously going to respond.

the week continued on like usual, y/n didn’t spare another thought about the little conversation on their geography desk, well, until they sat back down in their seat and saw a respond.

‘glad we agree :)’

 y/n laughed lightly, bringing out their compass once again and began contemplating what they wanted to write.

they settled on ‘not a fan of geog either?’ before sitting up and listening to the lecture for the next hour.

y/n began to find themselves looking forward to geography, just because they were curious on who the mysterious person was on the other side of the conversation. it was sad really, y/n considered this stranger to be their friend at this point. their only friend. and they hadn’t even met them! so that’s when y/n decided that they were going to meet this person, and nothing was going to get in their way.

fortunately the next lesson rolled on quickly as y/n pretty much ran into the lesson, earning a smile from their teacher who was convinced they were excited to learn, but that wasn’t case.

they peered at their desk as they sat down, other students walking into the classroom, not bothering to look y/n’s way.

a new message was written underneath y/n’s question.

‘hate it. i assume u do too’

y/n didn’t want to seem too straight forward, but at the same time, they didn’t know how else to put it.

‘who are you?’

the weekend eventually came and for the first time in forever, y/n didn’t want to go home. for the entirety of the two days, y/n sat there thinking about who it could and couldn’t be. they had geography... but most students did, but they had it at a different time, so they were in a completely different class, maybe even year group. that’s pretty much all they knew, so in conclusion, they were stumped.

monday morning finally arose as y/n rode their bike to school. they had geography first period much to their delight.

they walked into the almost empty classroom to see their teacher at his desk. “ah, y/n, see that you’re here early again, enjoying geography are we?” mr. simons looked up at the teen through his glasses.

“er, yeah.” y/n nodded, speed walking down to their desk, and looked down to see a single word engraved, or as they should say- name.

‘tommy’

 y/n didn’t know anyone called tommy, or even thomas for that matter. it was fairly small school and she was almost completely certain no one had that name.

“hey, mr. simons...” y/n began, walking closer to the front desk. “is there anyone called tommy you teach?”

mr. simons leant back in his chair and bit his lower lip in though, “nope, i don’t know a tommy.”

“a thomas?” y/n questioned.

“no, sorry, kiddo.” he said, standing up and walking closer towards y/n. “why’d you want to know? is he someone you know, or something?”

“uh, no, i was just-” y/n looked down before continuing. “someone said their name was tommy. it’s written on my desk-″

before they could finish, mr. simons chuckled. “so, it was you who was writing on the desk! i though so.”

“um,” y/n wasn’t expecting to be caught. “i’m- i’m sorry, sir. i-”

“don’t worry about it, kid.” he smiled down at the student. “you’re not the first one to talk to tommy.”

“wait- i thought you didn’t know a tommy?” they raised an eyebrow. a million questions going through their head. “i’m confused.”

“tommy,” mr. simons began, walking towards y/n’s desk, tracing his finger over the old conversations. “he was a student here centuries ago, long before i was even born. he used to sit right here.” y/n followed him to their desk and looked down.

there were so many conversations there, so many that y/n didn’t pick up on. they were all conversations between tommy and former students.

“he died in this seat, no one knows how, but the anniversary of his death was exactly a week ago. when he started talking to you, y/n.” mr. simons looked up to see y/n’s shocked face.

“how’s that even possible?”

y/n was talking to a dead boy all along...

“i guess the spirit of tommy will always live on.” there was something in mr. simons’ eye that scared y/n.

“mr. simons...”

“and now he will live on in you.”

omg karl jacobs x fem reader where she is candle girl?!?! <333 - 🦊 anon

awwwwww yessssss, that video just came up on my recommmeded!! <333333 -🦊

blush ; wilbur soot

pronouns: she/her summary: y/n goes on another one of her nerdy tangents during a stream and wilbur listens to every single word, well, sorta. requested: yes tw: one swear word maybe??? wc: 0.7k

"and we're live!" wilbur clapped his hands together as the chat began to excitedly greet him. "and of course, what would a stream be without my wonderful girlfriend, y/n!"

y/n was a fan favourite, there was no denying that. the second the stream met her months back, they fell in love with the nerdy girl, what can i say, she taught them more than school ever did, and y/n took pride in being their source of knowledge.

"hi hi!" she smiled, waving at the camera, wilbur chuckling at her enthusiasm, with y/n, there was never a dull moment.

"you know the drill, chat! you laugh... you lose." wilbur leaned back in his chair, glancing at y/n ever so quickly. "media share's on, let the videos roll."

y/n leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting the first video, which was the classic 'objects i've shoved up my arse', making will roll his eyes and immediately skip it, "rule number eight, chat! no videos we've seen before, and especially that!"

a brief moment of silence went by as the next clip played, and they instantly recognised it.

y/n stayed silent during the 'cheeto' video, as wilbur stifled a laugh, "how do you find that funny?!"

"the question is, how do you not find that funny?!" wilbur laughed as y/n gave him a knowing look. "that doesn't count! no, n-no, chat, stop. no. fine, fi- i lost a life, i still have another."

"i don't think that's how it works-" y/n began as wilbur places his hand over her mouth.

"my stream, my rules." y/n removes wilbur's hand from her mouth.

"you're such an idiot, i swear." y/n crossed her arms and scoffed at her boyfriend.

"yeah, but i'm your idiot." wilbur's cheeks flushed over the statement he made as he glanced up at the chat. they were already calling him a simp. "chat! listen here! stop calling me a simp!" wilbur turned redder as he read each comment. "it may be true, but there's no need to point it out, okay?! i have consent to simp."

"did you know that humans are the only animals that blush?" y/n took notice to his blush as wilbur turned to y/n, ready for another rant. "i know it sounds obvious, but it's true! ya know charles darwin, right? yeah, cool. well, he referred to blushing as "the most peculiar and most human of all expressions," as mark twain said, "man is the only animal that blushes. or needs to." it's fascinating really, chat, you should look into it!"

wilbur was only half paying attention, he mostly just admiring y/n, taking her presence in. y/n snapped her fingers in front of will's face snapping him out of his daze. "gosh, wilbur, are you even listening? at least chat is. thanks chat, i appreciate you guys." y/n gave the camera a cheeky wink, leaning closer to wilbur subconsciously.

wilbur and y/n read the chat together, smiling at some of the comments.

damn, y/n is the definition of big brain

y/n, pls be my tutor

if y/n ruled the world, it would be such a better place

god they make me feel so single-

mr and mrs soot right here

wilbur was so glad that his fans were accepting of his girlfriend. he admits, he was quite scared of introducing her to the stream since she was quite an intense person, but his fans adored her and he even attracted more viewers which was a bonus. they loved y/n, maybe even more than they loved wilbur (and that's saying something).

"okay, okay, lets move on and watch the next video, and i will not laugh!"

"debatable-"

"hush, my little nerd."

"well, did you know the term nerd started back in-"