#p!SBI x gender neutral reader

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Can I please have SBI with a sibling reader who always feel like their on fire due to anxiety and the SBI giving them cold things to cool down (My anxiety cause me to feel as if I'm on fire, so I always have a cold water bottle or ice pack on me)

-💛🔥

So since this isn’t something I personally deal with, I tried to do my best without like overstepping any lines, if that makes sense? Ah anyways I hope this is to your liking and I hope you like it :]

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: none used/gender neutral

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

So each SBI member does a different thing to keep you cool. They all have their own little thing to help cool you down or to lessen the heat for you.

Phil uses his good wing to fan you gently, if you’re at home he’ll give you ice cream or an ice pack to help as well. If you’re away from home he’ll help to get you to a shady area before fanning you and grabbing a cool bottle of water for you.

[“Here eat this.” Sliding a bowl of your favorite ice cream, Phil goes to stand behind you. The light fluttering of his large wing creates just enough of a breeze to cool you down without disturbing anything in the home.]

Wilbur would carry around a small bag full of cold drinks and snacks for you to have, it helps cool you off internally rather than externally. If you’re at home then you can find this bag somewhere in the kitchen, but if you’re away from home then Wilbur will have it on him. He restocks it constantly to make sure there is enough in there and that nothing goes bad.

[“Do you want the red or the blue?” Wilbur held two drinks in front of you, waiting for you to pick one before placing the other back into his bag. He then pulled out a handful of snacks, opening the one you wanted before shoving it into your hands.]

Tommy and Tubbo kind of hand in hand as they both do similar things. They carry around handfuls of those instant ice packs, the ones you squeeze to activate. They do this over ice packs so that they don’t have to worry about keeping them cool, they can also carry more at once. Whether at home or away from home, they’ll have several on them constantly, they even hide a few around other's homes just in case they run out.

[“Here hold this.” A cooling pack was shoved into your hands rather quickly, more being soon pressed against you. “Stay still (Y/n), we’ve got you.”]

Something that Tommy does that Tubbo doesn’t though is to pour water on you (assuming you’re waterproof). He targets specific areas so as to not ruin clothes or other things. He’ll get the underside of your head, soaking the roots of your hair so that it will keep you cool. He also targets your hands and (if available) your feet.

[“Alright, hands.” Having already gotten your head, Tommy moved on to your hands, wanting to pour the cool water over them to both cool your hands and to allow you to spread the cool water over yourself. He would next ask you to remove your shoes so that he could get your feet as well.]

What Tubbo does that Tommy doesn’t is carry around cooling gel, rubbing it into key points on your skin where you either feel the hottest or where he can reach.

[“Alright, I got all that I could reach on my own, do you think you can get the rest?” Tubbo held the tube of cooling gel out to you, watching you with concern as he waited for your answer.]

Ranboo can’t do much to help, his inability to carry water or interact with it makes it harder for him to help. To combat his water problems, he carries around fans. Some are the little handheld ones and some are a little larger, all run on alternative power sources so they don’t require an outlet to work. He will hand you a fan and set up others around you to cool off as much of you as he can. He’ll also pull you into a shady area and insist you sit down for a few moments, also insisting you remove a few layers of clothing if you wear several.

[“Hold this one, I’ll set the other ones up while you just sit there.” There was no arguing with the tall, ender boy, especially during a time like this. So you simply sat there, cooling as much as you could with the smaller fan while he bounced from spot to spot around you, positioning a ton of other smaller fans to point at different parts of you.]

Lastly, there is Techno who isn't the best help, but he does his best. He would spend a lot of time trying to find a potion that would help cool you down when consumed, but while that was in the works he would work on other things. When at home he would run you a cold bath or shower, letting you climb in to soak and lower your body temperature. If you’re away from home he’d look for a shady spot or the nearest cave as those are going to be the coolest spots. Aside from that, he’ll carry a small pouch with cold items, which include but are not limited to jewelry, orbs, and cloth. These can be placed or held anywhere to target the hottest spots.

[“(Y/n), I need you to hold this.” Techno handed you a larger, smooth stone. It was cool, the stone lending its coldness to you, allowing the chill of it to sink into the flesh of your palms. As you held the rock, Techno placed cool, but not damp, rags onto your shoulders, back, and legs.]

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[sunflowerdaisybee]

I didn’t see anywhere that you requests were closed, so could we get a part 2 of the zombie apocalypse au? Maybe like a few years later

-fruity anon

Ok uh two things, one requests actually are closed and if it’s not findable in my bio usually my most recent post will tell you but it’s ok, I actually really enjoyed writing this anyways :]

Number two, would you guys like to see more of this? Is there any characters you’d like to see? Would you prefer if reader ended up with someone or if they stayed single forever? Just a few questions about where you guys would like to see this go as I have a lot of fun writing for it but have no idea where to take the story myself so :]

Summary: You’re first meeting with your new family had been rough, but you find that things are much nicer a few years in the future

Pairing: P!SBI & P!Benchtrio X Reader

Pronouns: None used/gender neutral

[A/n]: This is a part two of Zombies so if you haven’t read that, I recommend reading it first

It had been a few years since you had joined the small, found family that you now belonged to. The zombies hadn’t completely disappeared, but the numbers had dwindled significantly. Resources that were previously low in number or unavailable had become accessible again.

A few things had changed in the small community your family had built for itself. Techno had started keeping dogs and training them to attack and hunt, Wilbur had nearly mastered explosives, Tommy had started leaving more on expeditions, flying out on his own in search of people or supplies. Tubbo started to build new homes, making room for any new survivors that Tommy comes across, Ranboo had started farming, growing crops as long as possible to ensure that there would be food for everyone, Michael had grown into a fine young man and had taken up treating the injured, his quiet nature limiting him to certain tasks, Phil had taken up teaching the new members how to fight properly and had become the leader of sorts, and you, well you often worked as the community blacksmith. You would fix, clean, sharpen, or even make weapons and tools for your family and the growing number of people in your community. There weren’t many jobs available at the time and despite not knowing much when you started, you had plenty of time to learn.

“Hey (Y/n), are you busy right now?” Your thoughts were quickly shoved to the back of your head as you looked at the person before you. He was a younger man, around the age of Tubbo and Tommy, though he never seemed to hang around them much.

“Ah, Purpled! What can I do for ya?” You set down the ax you had been cleaning and walked towards the front of your area, greeting Purpled with a friendly smile.

“Oh uhm, my ax broke when I was out chopping trees earlier.” He placed said ax onto the small table you had set up, and the damage was clear.

“Hm, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fix it, but I can certainly try. Worst case, I have to make you a new one. How soon will you need it?” Examining the tool, you considered the possibilities, debating what would be easiest and what would be quickest.

“I’ve finished my lot for the day, so tomorrow morning by the latest. Does that work for you?” With your nod of confirmation, Purpled left with a thank you, ensuring he’d be back tomorrow to collect his tool.

The boy had always been a mystery to you. He was roughly the same age as Tommy and Tubbo, yet kept more so to himself. His strength was clear, hence his task of chopping wood, and yet he preferred to not fight. Purpled had also run into a group of other community members prior to them all living here, but had a splitting off with them. There were also very few people he talked to and the only one he seemed to spend any real time with was a man named Ponk.

“You really shouldn’t think so much when you’re working, you’ll lose a finger or two that way.” The words, followed by a light chuckle, had you turning away from your work, mentally cursing yourself for being caught in your thoughts again.

“I’m plenty careful with my work, trust me. Plus aren't explosives just as dangerous?” You poked back at Wilbur, a smile and light laugh echoing back in a manner similar to his.

“They’re only dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing.” Wilbur gave a pointed look before setting a few things down on your table, the same one Purpled had placed the ax on just moments prior. It was two plates of food and two glasses of water, lunch for you and him.

“You’re eating with me today?”

“Yeah, Techno and Phil are busy, Tubbo and Ranboo are eating together and Tommy’s run off again.” Wilbur pulled out two chairs as you set down the tools you were holding and wiped any remaining dirt off your hands.

“He’s not really running off, he’s just out on expeditions. If it weren’t for him we wouldn’t have nearly as many people living around here as we do now. Plus I think he likes to get out, get away from everyone and forget what kind of crazy world we live in for a while, ya know?” Wilbur only hummed, having already stuffed his mouth full of food.

“All these years and you still eat like Tommy’s trying to steal from you.” Shaking your head and sitting down, you took a moment to drink from your water before eating. The chat between you two was minimal and nothing of importance, mostly talk about new arrivals and how your respective works had been going.

“So, anyone catch your eye lately?” You looked at Wilbur with a suspicious but confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh c’mon, we aren’t five, you know what I mean. Is there anyone you like?” Wilbur watched as you took a moment to think, actually considering the question before answering.

“I’m actually not sure, I haven’t had much of an opportunity to interact with a lot of people, I’m typically tied down with my work I suppose. What about you?” You watched Wilbur sit back defeated, clearly having expected your answer.

“There’s someone but I’m not sure if it’s worth pursuing ya know?” You just nodded, finishing off the last bits of food on your plate before setting it aside. The two of you continued to chat for a few minutes before Wilbur had to leave, taking the dishes with him as he left to his explosives, leaving you alone with your tools and thoughts once more.

Was there anyone who had caught your eye? You had given Wilbur an honest answer but something still bothered you. How could you have let yourself become so buried in your work? Perhaps a day off wouldn’t hurt, it would give you time to really meet people and take in all that your community had become. After all, most of your information and social interaction had come from what Wilbur tells you during lunch, or from people coming by in regards to their tools.

“I have to have this ax done for tomorrow, but other than that I don’t think I’ve got anything to do. Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off, even if it’s only a few hours.”

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[sunflowerdaisybee]

hi can i request platonic c!sbi + cat hybrid reader(they/them) that went on a little trip in the woods for like a day and came back with a d@ed bird and philza is like "hey buddy whatcha got there?" and there like "a bird"

!Warning!: mentions of de@d animals This came out a little differently than you asked and I apologize but I hope you still like it anyways <3

Summary: Family Fun

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: They/them

[A/n]: Requests are closed, please check back alter <3 

“(Y/n) hurry up or we’re gonna leave without you!”

“No you won’t! I’ll take all the shoelaces out of your shoes if you do!” You jetted into the living room, fixing your hair as you went. At the front door stood the four waiting for you, some more patiently than others.

“Let’s go!” You nearly tackled Tommy out the door, only being stopped by Techno stepping in front of you.

The five of you were going for a walk to a clearing in the woods, where you would all have a family picnic. You weren’t all biologically related but were still thick as thieves anyways.

Everyone had a job as you would all have picnics frequently. Phil and Techno would make and carry the food, there needed to be a lot for five people, most of which are hybrids. Tommy would carry the picnic blankets, Phil and Techno would share one, and you, Tommy, and Wilbur would sit on the other one. Wilbur was in charge of carrying the drinks and you were always left to carry the dishes and silverware.

You were all an odd bunch but what family wasn’t?

“We’re here!” Phil’s lovely voice sang out, drawing you from your thoughts.

“You three go play while me and Techno set up, we’ll call you when everything is ready.” Phil shooed the three of you off, leaving you to run about like small children.

“He treats us like we’re kids still.”

“He treats you like you’re a kid still, 'cause you are.”

“You take that back!”

“I don’t have to.” You left the two to bicker, wandering off into the trees, not too far but enough to be away from the boys. A fluttering motion caught our eyes, your pupils widening at the sight. Birds.

“Foods ready!” You came walking over, hanging your head in shame.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” You just shook your head, not opening your mouth.

“Open your mouth.” Technoblade stared down at you, already having a feeling as to what was wrong. You just shook your head, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t make me pry your mouth open. Open it.” You gave in, opening your mouth and allowing the small creature inside to fall out. It was a bird, a dead bird.

“(Y/n), please wash your mouth out before you eat anything. Wild birds can carry diseases.” Phil was disappointed but not surprised, at least you hadn’t actually swallowed it.

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