#p!SBI x 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.]

Taglist: @frowniing  (if you’d like to be tagged in specific works just let me know :] )

[bad268]

Writing Inktober 2023

300 word minimum and no repeats are the challenges this year. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. (haha yes)

BTW the medal emojis are the winners from the polls :)

01/10 Dream

Sebastian Montoya X Reader (W.C. 386)

02/10 Spiders

Seth Borden X Reader (W.C. 338)

03/10 Path

Max Verstappen X Reader (W.C. 367)

04/10 Dodge

Benny Rodriguez X Reader (W.C. 348)

05/10 Map

Sebastian Vettel X Reader (W.C. 338)

06/10 Golden

Justin Herbert X Reader (W.C. 342)

07/10 Drip

TMR Newt X Reader (W.C. 342) 🥈

08/10 Toad Sacrifice

Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader (W.C. 338)

09/10 Bounce

Marcus Armstrong X Reader (W.C. 384)

10/10 Fortune

Johnny Cade X Reader (W.C. 485) 🥉

11/10 Wander

Peter Parker X Reader (W.C. 402) 🥇

12/10 Spicey Scandal

Pierre Gasly X Reader (W.C. 391)

13/10 Rise Tonight

Colby Brock X Reader (W.C. 370)

14/10 Castle

Oscar Piastri X Reader (W.C. 370)

15/10 Dagger Nightmare

Lando Norris X Reader (W.C. 419)

16/10 Angel

Mick Schumacher X Reader (W.C. 395)

17/10 Demon

Kimi Raikkonen X Reader (W.C. 327)

18/10 Saddle

Daniel Ricciardo X Reader (W.C. 318)

19/10 Plump Wet

Ollie Bearman X Reader (W.C. 365)

20/10 Frost

Paul Aron X Reader (W.C. 389)

21/10 Chains Bouquet

Charles Leclerc X Reader (W.C. 369)

22/10 Scratchy Flight

Joe Burrow X Reader (W.C. 390)

23/10 Celestial Redeemer

Corpse Husband X Reader (W.C. 400)

24/10 Shallow Chosen

P! SBI X Reader (W.C. 358)

25/10 Dangerous

Callum Ilott X Reader (W.C. 310)

26/10 Remove Shots

Dennis Hauger X Reader (W.C. 348)

27/10 Beast

Christian Lundgaard X Reader (W.C. 339)

28/10 Sparkle

Dino Beganovic X Reader (W.C. 406)

29/10 Massive Approval

Felipe Drugovich X Reader (W.C. 358)

30/10 Rush

Clement Novalak X Reader (W.C. 386)

31/10 Fire

Pato O’Ward X Reader (W.C. 343)

Bonus: Break

Tadashi Hamada X Reader (W.C. 363)

Average W.C. 369

Want to read other years’ Inktober stories, check these out:

2021 // 2022 // 2024 (Coming Soon)

On a side note, I looked back at last year’s entries, and I definitely thought Bouquet was Banquet, so instead of admitting I was wrong, I did it as a sub this year. If you noticed, no you didn’t :)

Also funny story about Shallow, I kept reading it as Swallow, so I couldn't do it

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

[1donoow]

CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

......

♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

......

Corpse husband

Tommyinnit

technoblade

- DSMP reacting to you actually being rich

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

@beeindaclouds - Things you do that they love pt.1 pt.2

- DSMP reacting to Reader with a high spice tolerance

- C!DSMP meet OWL!Reader, right-hand of Lady Death

- Children!DSMP reacting to Babysitter!Reader having a partner

- Crew Boys reacting to you "saving" their basket ball

- dsmp with rich!reader

- C!DSMP react to Reader switching during a fight

- C!DSMP w/ a Vampire!Reader

@dsmpxreaderstuff - reader gifting the dsmp flower

- sassy! reader

- Reader who's always wearing gloves

- your highness

@ruminationnn - nickname for you

@rae-writes - sbi finding out techno has a daughter

@basilly - kissing their nose

@astrologyslayy - what the dsmp would do when crushing on you

- their reactions when they watch you draw

@god-of-balance - ___(hybrid creeper!reader)

@krabs-quill - old phantom phriend

@brightert0mb - Syndicate Gang with a Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Headcannons

@ruminationnn - a random hug from the reader headcanons

@angel-anoetic - killer cutie (killer bunny!reader)

@cupidmybeloved - ice skating (platonic)

- knitting (sbi x sibling!reader)

@voidgonemissing - a gentle rainy day (platonic)

@helliontherapscallion - sbi sibling deer hybrid!reader

@ramzawrites - strike me down,Zeus! (creeper hybrid!reader)

@retroaria - comparing hand sizes

@modelbus - face id

@thabeeboii - (Y/N) loves hugging people randomly pt.2

@streaming-yn - p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n

- forgetful!y/n duo names

- forgetful!y/n interacting with other streamer

@myntrose - face reveal pog?

@quackarl - mcyt having a crush

@griffintail - just another day (sbi x winged!child reader)

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corpse husband

@sarahwasfound - fuckin' hot

@thefanficmonster - the doll

@bunnvlr - Mama's boy

@malleux - spell

@whiteqnn - pure 2

@quits-writing - being corpse husband's s/o hc

@castor--writes - corpse finding out you have a bingus cat baby

@rottenroyalebooks - my girlfriend is a witch

@dollsbite - corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o

@kbrownie - leaked

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tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - tommy with shorter reader

@ohlovejoy - reacting to his beard

- the jitters (mute!reader)

@julibeeline - tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship

@sanderchu - breakfast made with love

- ylyl vlog

@modelbus - beguiled in the background

- cute cat

@bingbongsupremacy - little intruder (toddler!reader)

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Technoblade

@ze-maki-nin - child in the snow

@milqueandsugar - ___

@beeindaclouds - having c!technoblade as your dad

@fandomlit - imagine technoblade being jealous of the attention you give tommy

@smelted-applejuice - ___ (techo's daughter)

- ___ (wither skeleton!reader)

@beelzebubaz - techno seeing you in his clothes

[nerdysleepybunny]

How's your request box lookin atm, bunny?

EEEE MY FIRST ANON TO CALL ME BUNNY! :D Also my ask box is quite full atm. I'll likely be dead for a while because of school. But I go on break soon, so at least 1 fic should be written soon!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

TPN trio x reader who puts up a happy & bubbly facade, but is actually calm and relaxed

Ray & Norman (separate) x fem!reader who wears a hijab but isn't muslim

Emma & Ray (separate) reacting to a mute gn!reader talking for the first time

Ray reacting to a fem!reader hitting puberty (modern world school au)

Ray x fem!reader that has an ISTP personality

TPN trio reacting to seeing reader for the first time in many years

Part 2 to Don headcanons

Colby Brock x medium!reader

TPN trip (separate) x sweet and caring reader

Norman x demon!reader

SBI Wilbur & Techno fighting over reader

Romantic headcanons with Don

What the TPN trio would do with reader on Valentine's Day

Norman & Ray (separate) x clingy!reader

TPN trio x demon!reader

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

That's all of my requests in order! Please comment, reblog, DM me, or send an ask if there's any asks you'd like me to do first! I'll write them in order of which ones want to be written the most. :D

[elliot-needs-sleep]

Dream SMP: A-P

Link to the second half!

Dream SMP as a whole

Drabbles/Oneshots:

Awesamedude

Headcannons:

Sam with a very chaotic reader

Sam with an easily flustered reader

Drabbles/Oneshots:

Stop The Cycle

Dream

Drabbles/Oneshots:

The Owner

Stop The Cycle (Check the link in Sam's section!)

Captain Puffy

Headcannons:

Puffy with a reader who doesn't sit on chairs

Puffy with a reader who does anything to be taller than her

Puffy with a reader who learns a language to help her

Puffy with a reader who does musical theatre

Puffy with a reader who's a weird wizard

Eret

Headcannons:

Eret with a Ghost reader

Eret with a reader who's a god

Eret with a reader who comes out to him

Eret with a reader who's a weird wizard (Check the link in Puffy's section!)

Eret with a reader who breaks down from stress

Eret reviving ghost reader

Foolish

Headcannons:

Foolish with a reader who's a slime

Foolish with an easily flustered reader (Check the link in Sam's section!)

Fundy

Headcannons:

Fundy with an easily flustered reader (Check the link in Sam's section!)

Drabbles/Oneshots:

Storyteller

Jschlatt

Headcannons:

Schlatt headcannons

Drabbles/Oneshots:

Schlatt x reader

Nihachu

Headcannons:

Niki with a reader who does musical theatre (Check the link in Puffy's section!)

Philza

Headcannons:

Phil with a reader who doesn't sit on chairs (Check the link in Puffy's section!)

Phil with a reader who does anything to be taller than him (Check the link in Puffy's section!)

Phil with a reader who comes back from a long journey

Phil with a reader who's a god (Check the link in Eret's section!)

Philza with a reader who's a medic

Phil with a very chaotic reader (Check the link in Sam's section!)

Phil with a reader who's a slime (Check the link in Foolish's section!)

Phil with a reader who comes out to him (Check the link in Eret's section!)

Phil with a reader who's a weird wizard (Check the link in Puffy's section!)

Phil with a reader who feels guilty for Wilburs death

Phil with a reader who breaks down from stress (Check the link in Eret's section!)

Phil with a reader who keeps everything in a large bag

Phil with a reader who makes him listen to their s/o's playlist

Phil with a reader who says random things

Phil with a blacksmith reader

Phil with a reader who's a horrible cook

Drabbles/Oneshots:

SBI oneshot

Phil oneshot

Phil drabble

Haircuts

The Owner (Check the link in Dream's section!)

[littleaxoltotlisabouttokill]

Requests :D

I don’t know how to link things so imma figure it out later lol

Fandoms:

-SBI (no Dream please i don’t know what to think of him rn)

-Hazbin/Helluva

-Owl house

-Tokyo Ghoul

-My Hero academia 

-Monkie Kid (GIVE ME REQUEST FOR THIS P L E A S E)

-BATIM

-Minecraft (NO APHMAU)

-Percy Jackson

-Magnus Chase

-Kane Chronicles

-Avengers

-Simon Snow

-KotL (keeper of the lost cities)

-Pokemon

-Demon slayer

-FanF

-DBH (detroit become human)

-Lab Rats 

-Mighty Med

-That other show the two above did (elite force..?)

-Harry Potter

Requests I will take:

-Theories

-Head cannons

-Top 5 

-Drabbles

-Fully fledged fanfiction

-Ships 

-x reader (unless the character in canon is in a relationship)

-Opinons

Things I will not do:

-NSFW

-Shipping with a character younger/older than the reader or other character

-Yandere

-Gorey stuff (not to much)

-Aphmau 

-Sexualization of a minor/sexuality/body type/race/anything really

-Drawing (i can’t draw lmao)

[wrenqueenisboss]

Always Here (bench trio + Wilbur x gn!reader)

Characters: Tommy, Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur Warning: knives, injuries (cuts), cursing Words:

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You were just cooking dinner. Just chopping vegetables to put in your chicken soup. Something you'd done a million times with no consequence. But for some reason, the universe had decided that your hand needed to slip. Decided that you needed to slice a cut in the the palm of you hand.

Honestly, it happened so quickly that you didn't feel pain, but now that you're focusing on it.... Goddammit, it hurts.

You know you should be able to deal with it yourself. You know that you should get in your car and drive yourself to the urgent care center, but instead you grab your phone. (with your non-injured hand)

You open messages and open the group chat with Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo. You type out a message.

Chaos Quintet

y/n: guys help

Tommy: omg wtf did you do this time

y/n: shut up

Wilbur: are you okay???

Ranboo: u good?

y/n: no

Tubbo: pls explain what did you do

y/n: cut myself with a knife the usual

Tommy: WTF

Wilbur: Y/N!!

Ranboo: ahhhhh!

Tubbo: aghskldjfk

y/n: can u guys come over? I need help

Tommy: (y/n) totally casual about SLICING THEMSELVES with a mf knife

Ranboo: also y/n cAn YoU gUyS cOmE oVeR?

y/n: I hate you

Wilbur: and yet ur still asking for our help

y/n: touche now get over here and help me

Tubbo: why should we?

y/n: cause I'm bleeding to death?!?!

Tommy: so dramatic

Tubbo: smh

y/n: I will literally kill u both

Tommy: not if u die first

Wilbur: fine we'll be there

y/n: omg finally

Ranboo: don't bleed to death in the meantime

y/n: I'll try lol

[ship268]

BAD268′s Dream SMP Masterlist

!! These are all in game, therefore, in character. Also, I don’t write DSMP anymore!!

Technoblade

Compass -- W.C. 183

Battle -- W.C. 142

Banquet -- W.C. 342

Ego -- W.C. 282

Chosen -- W.C. 358 (Platonic+SBI)

Wilbur Soot

Extinct --W.C. 160

Dream Team

Fuzzy — W.C. 188

Empty -- W.C. 438

Karl Jacobs

Forgot -- W.C. 256

Karlnapity

Injured -- W.C. 351

Slimecicle

Bluff -- W.C. 247

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

[unfoundhoney]

little blade ; part two ↠

↠ p!philza , p!tommyinnit , p!tubbo , p!ranboo , p!nihachu , p!hannahxxrose , p!captainpuffy , p!badboyhalo x fem!reader ; fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ read part one first!

↠ @ochabby @kiritokunuwu @pyrotechnics84

when you first joined the server you were almost immediately thrown into lore with techno’s (attempted) execution & all that

but out of canon, you became friends with a lot of people

of course phil is your internet father

what world would we be living in if he didn’t adopt you?

ever since mcc4 he’s kept tabs on you

then when you & techno really became good friends phil tried to become friends as well

in a “any friend of techno’s is a friend of mine” kind of way

phil thinks you deserve the world (you do btw) & does not deal with anyone talking shit about you

he has gone on many a rants about how the internet treats you- & other teenaged girls

he’s a mod in your chat & is fucking ruthless

mans has 0 mercy for anyone doing weird shit

he goes through ban appeals & it’s banned forever, banned forever, banned forever

he has no patience for anyone being weird about you or being mean to you

tbh you & tommy never really talked much one on one prior to the raccooninnit arc

in & out of canon you got a lot closer

tommy is a comically bad influence on you

but it’s funny bc you’re just like “no?” whenever he tries to get up to mischief with you

or you just tag along & he’ll try to pin the blame on you

(phil) stop bullying y/n, you fucking child

(tommy) Y/N IS ALSO A CHILD THIS IS DISCRIMINATION AND I’M NOT BULLYING HER IT’S HER FAULT

you & tommy are actually really good friends

when ranboo & tubbo started hanging out a lot more, tommy turned to you as another kid on the smp to be friends with

he hops in a vc w/ you during your streams & just chills

privately, you two have had many hours long calls just talking about stuff

cancel culture, the pressure of being a popular teenaged cc, how the hate you get is affecting you

y’all are really close & understand e/o really well

n e way

you’re part of the bench trio quartet

alright?

i don’t make the rules

you four are an unstoppable force of chaos

you & tubbo are wholesome in the least wholesome way possible

no i cannot describe your friendship any better than that it’s complicated everyone is confused

(tubbo) i’m going to burn down your house

(you) oh :(

(tubbo) with love :D

(you) :)

(tubbo) i am going to burn down your house tho

(you) D:

he teases you a lot & you’re just like “oh no ;(” but he would never actually do anything to upset you

he would feel so awful if he ever did & would apologize over & over for it

part of the reason he teases you so much is bc you let him

like you could easily just kill him anytime & totally own him but you don’t & that gives him a lot of power be careful

your & ranboo’s relationship consists of him being super gen z & you being concerned

(ranboo) haha bullying’s fun. i would know. i had a great childhood

(you) …you doing okay?

(ranboo) haha no *audible finger guns*

you really care about ranboo & do not let anyone speak badly about him

tommy & tubbo are too, but ranboo is such a genuinely good person & he’s open & vulnerable about it

you don’t want him getting hurt :(

you’d fight the sun for him okay :((((

& he’s super appreciative of you & is protective of you back

bc you’re so kind & soft for someone w/ such a big following & he just hates people hating on you for nothing

he has popped off on stream ranting about your antis

(ranboo) and i’d do it again

(you) boo, please, you’re gonna get canceled

(ranboo) AND I’D DO IT AGAIN

fans started doing the 3/4, 4/4 thing they do for sbi for you guys

you four are so chaotic together not even phil’s supervision can stop it

it’s mostly tommy or tubbo taking the lead w/ you & ranboo like “yay friends :D” & just doing whatever

ex.: tubbo joking that he’s going to burn down the bamboo forest, tommy agreeing to helping, them accidentally lighting some on fire, it spreading, y’all panicking, putting it out, then fleeing the scene of the crime

long distance friendship at it’s finest

& the final minor of the smp: purpled

you’re actually really good friends w/ purp

you’re comfortable w/ him & y’all can just chill & have fun & joke around whenever

he really enjoys playing bed wars w/ you

he’s made at least two bed wars youtube videos w/ you because you two play all the time together

you two are a criminally underrated duo

he would also totally brag about being friends w/ you to tiredtwt just saying

of course i can’t not mention hannah, niki, & puffy

you’re one of the girls of the smp & you will be included in the group chat where they make fun of the boys

they’re all super protective of you

like, even more than phil

if that’s possible

there was a brief period in time where nsfw mcyttwt stepped out of line with you specifically

& like yeah it’s all online, it’s all just drawings or videos or whatever, but there was just some really disturbing stuff written about you

you shouldn’t have but you read a little more than you should of & just got so scared

you called niki halfway to a panic attack just crying & scared

she calmed you down & comforted you, grounded you

let’s just say she was not pleased

“it’s one thing to sexualize me or other adults, even after they’ve said they don’t like it. it’s another to do that to a literal child. it’s disgusting. y/n called me sobbing bc she was so scared & didn’t know what to do. she is a sixteen-year-old girl; she shouldn’t have to worry about things like this!”

lots of other cc’s spoke up in your defense & those twitter users were quickly banned

now onto the most wholesome internet father-daughter duo to ever come into existence:

i’m talking about you & badboyhalo of course!

bad absolutely loves you

you don’t curse (on stream) & you just have a really wholesome vibe

you two are the same person, different fonts & it’s great

(bonus lore angst: you become good friends w/ bad in canon as well but he invites you to the red banquet where he plans to kill you, betraying you & making you join the pro-omelette side)

you become like the entire smp’s little sister

where tommy is the annoying little brother, you’re the baby sister who must be protected at all costs

seriously, even the members you’ve talked to maybe once adore you

(connor(eatspants)) y/n is so sweet. i’ve never really spoken with her but she is such a nice girl

or

(george(notfound)) she was popping off last stream. y/n was. she had like 100k viewers at one point. that’s incredible

or

((the)eret) “don’t steal from y/n, you don’t want her coming after you.” guys, i know how good y/n is at minecraft but she’s too sweet to actually canonically kill anyone

you also came to the uk when ranboo did so that’s fun

bench quartet meetup arc pog?

tommy’s been super hyped to meet you irl but he pretends it’s because he wants to prove he’s taller than you

it’s totally not because you’re like his best friend or whatever

imagine the chaos with you four streaming in one room together oh lord

the world ain’t ready for y’all to meet irl but it’s happening anyway

watch out world

[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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[griffintail]

so normally I'm super shy to ask stuff like this but I fell in love your child series! I was wondering if you could do a P!philza x winged reader? I hope I'm not asking for too much -Blue

Um, I might have strayed a tiny bit from just Phil to a tiny bit SBI, but it's certainly still Phil's kid and I think it's still pretty cute so I hope you like it Blue!

Flight Lessons

Pairings: P! Philza x Winged! Child! GN! Reader, Some SBI x Child! Reader there too

Warnings: Mentions of Falling

A/N: Reader is like eight, Tommy's maybe seven in this story.

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         “Daddy!” The winged hybrid child jumped on their father. “It’s morning!”

         Phil startled as he put a hand on the child’s back, catching his breath before gently laughing. “Yes, it is, angel. You are ready for today?”

         “Yes.” They beamed excitedly.

         “Good, then let’s go get some breakfast before we go out.” Phil stood slightly, holding the child to him, before carrying them outside of his tent.

         He carefully placed them in their usual spot next to the fire pit before he went to work lighting it and making the meal for this morning. The small child bounced eagerly in their place as Phil cooked and before long, the taller winged hybrid came out.

         “Wilby!” The child exclaimed.

         Wilbur winced at the volume so early but smiled lightly as he picked up his sibling.

         “Hey, squirt. You ready for today’s lessons?”

         “Yes! It’s going to be lots of fun.”

         “Dad always makes his lessons fun, doesn’t he?” Wilbur chuckled. “But I’ll be close by to make sure it is fun.”

         (Y/N) giggled as Wilbur sat with them in his lap instead, humming slightly before taking a special brush for wings from his inventory and gently going through their wings. The child gave a small, delighted noise at the nice feeling as Phil smiled lightly at his children. Those two may be his actual blood but he loved them just the same as he loved…

         The small boy came out of his tent with a yawn, probably woken up by the smell of food, before spotting his other young sibling and waking completely.

         “(Y/N)! You’re going to fly!” Tommy grinned just as delighted as Phil’s other child.

         They clapped their hands with a bright smile. “I’m flying today!”

         Phil and Wilbur bother knew it was hovering and gliding lessons, but they didn’t want to ruin the pair’s fun with technicalities. Phil finished up breakfast looking over at the trio.

         “Alright, time to eat,” Phil told them.

         Wilbur gave a hum before sitting the smaller hybrid down back in their usual place, satisfied with his work. Phil divided out the meal, the younger two finishing their portions as fast as lightning. They were ready for today’s lesson.

         “Ok you two, go get ready for the day while Wilbur and I finish.” Phil chuckled.

         The pair rushed to their tents eagerly.

         “Techno still off at the village?” Wilbur asked.

         “Yes, but he should be back by midday.” Phil nodded.

         “Do you want me to take Tommy somewhere while you have the lessons, so he doesn’t distract (Y/N)?” Wilbur asked with a chuckle.

         “No, they should both be alright once the lessons start. And (Y/N) really wants you there as well anyway.”

         “Alright.” Wilbur agreed.

         “Ready!” (Y/N) cheered as they rushed out, holding out their arms as their wings mimicked the motion.

         Phil smiled as he watched them, Tommy tumbling out of his tent as well.

         “Ok.” He nodded as he cleaned up their and his plates. “There’s a good clearing not far, we’ll practice there.”

         The two children bounded after excitedly as the two older figures walked ahead. When they got to the clearing, Wilbur made sure to keep Tommy back on the sidelines with him as Phil helped his little angel learn to hover and turn it into a glide. Now, it wasn’t as exciting of an adventure as actually flying, but it was the first step to getting there.

         Tommy got bored though on the sidelines at the less exciting version of flying but Wilbur happily encouraged his younger sibling with a smile. They’d actually be flying before they knew it. And all of it was just exciting to (Y/N). They could properly use their wings!

         As the small child was hovering for a little bit of time to build up her strength, Phil had her guild into him. When he caught her, he jumped at the voice behind him.

         “Pretty good kid,” Techno said, Wilbur and Tommy, snickering as they saw the piglin hybrid coming up.

         “Techno! I’m flying!” (Y/N) told him excitedly.

         “I see that. You’re pretty good.” Techno ruffled their hair.

         “Good to see you mate.” Phil chuckled.

         Techno nodded before going to join the rest of the peanut gallery. After a while of the lesson, Phil finally wrapped it up and everyone went back to their current camping grounds. (Y/N) was excitedly telling Tommy how cool it felt to fly, which finally brought back the younger boy’s excitement as he understood how they had felt with it. Though, he told them how he couldn’t wait till they were actually flying like Phil.

         “You need to learn all the steps to fly safely Tommy,” Phil told him and the other child. “If you don’t have the strength and the knowledge on how to relax your flight, along with an easier landing, the flight will be difficult and dangerous.”

         “Ok, daddy.” The child nodded before grinning and using their wings and gliding to hug him.

         Phil quickly caught them, before laughing lightly. “Alright, you got to be careful when you do that. Make sure someone is ready to catch you, ok?”

         “Yes, daddy.” They giggled and Phil hugged them.

         “Good, now let’s get something cooked up.”

         They went through the day with their normal routine after that. And before they knew it, the night was there, and everyone went to their tents. (Y/N) laid quietly in their tent trying to get sleep when a quiet voice psst at them.

         Looking up, there was the grinning Tommy.

         “Hey, since everyone is sleeping, let’s do real flying.”

         “I…I don’t know Tommy. Daddy said I need to get stronger.”

         “You’ll be fine. You just had that lesson.” Tommy pouted with crossed arms as he looked at his fellow young sibling. “Come on. You for sure can fly now. And, he said make sure there was someone there to catch you, I can catch you.”

         (Y/N) sat there, looking at their brother before grinning widely. “Ok, we got to be quiet though.”

         “We’re quiet all the time.” Tommy grinned as he took their hand, and they went to the trees still lit up by the torches but not too close to the darkness. “Come on, go up the tree and you can fly higher than today.”

         (Y/N) nodded eagerly as they climbed the tree with ease. The two children were skilled in tree climbing after much practice. (Y/N) stood on a sturdy branch, Tommy vibrating below as he saw them. He spread his arms to tell them to fly. (Y/N) was a bit nervous for a moment before taking a deep breath, borrowing some of their brother’s confidence, before spreading their wings and leaping out of the tree.

         Tommy stood gleeful as (Y/N) laughed as they were flying. They were flying! …They were falling! They weren’t sure how to angle their wings, how to maintain air, how to do any of it! On instinct from today, they started to glide, but they were going to crash! Tommy panicked trying to run and catch his sibling but there was no way he was going to make it!

         Then a flying figure flew past him, quickly snatching the child out of the air, crashing themselves but protecting the younger as they fell. Wilbur shook out his wings as he looked down at (Y/N), who looked at him sheepishly, still, a bit frightened at what happened.

         “And that’s.” Wilbur looked at the younger boy pointedly. “We listen to Phil. Do you two understand? (Y/N) could have been hurt.”

         “Yes, Wilbur.” Tommy pouted to the ground.

         “Yes, Wilby.” (Y/N) nodded.

         “Good. I won’t tell Phil.” Wilbur grunted as he stood up, stretching out his wings as he still held the child. “But this better not happen again. Back to camp.”

         Wilbur led the way, Tommy following behind him quietly. (Y/N) frowned down and Wilbur sighed softly.

         “I know, it’s slower than what you like (Y/N). I had to learn to fly just like you. Unfortunately, no one caught me when I came out to fly on my own.” Wilbur told them and they looked up at him in surprise. “I was a few more lessons in, but I still wasn’t ready, and I got hurt. It’s exciting and you just want to do it. But, give it more time and it will happen.”

         They listened before nodding. “Ok, Wilby.”

         He chuckled now, gently ruffling their hair. It would be a secret among siblings, certainly not the first and certainly not the last amongst them.

[basilly]

say cheese || irl!mcyts x reader

request:  hello hello can i request hc’s with a photographer friend? maybe for bench trio or sbi? thank you i love your writing :)) <33

includes: p!tubbo, p!tommy, p!ranboo, p!phil, p!wilbur, & p!techno

note: all platonic! i did the two groups and then ranboo (idk he was just good for this)

pronouns: they/them

warnings: none!

sbi:

. asks you to take ‘family photos’

. honestly kind of chaos

. phil just wants a group photo but wilbur and tommy keep comparing heights

wilbur: “tommy get off your tippy toes” tommy: “but wilbur i have to look taller!”

. techno is just waiting for it to be over

. you get only a couple good ones out of the 100 you take

techno: “tommy look your eyes are closed in that one-” phil: “techno, mate you don’t look any better- what is your mouth doing??”

. they appreciate your work a lot though

. they would show it off to others, proud ‘family’ moment

. you love taking candid shots of them

. its the small moments you liked to cherish

. also makes great memes for twitter

. the photo album of you guys is quite large-

. sometimes phil or techno will help you take photos so you are in them

“here i got this- y/n get in the photo” “really? thanks phil.”

ranboo:

. he think you’re incredibly talented

. if you offer to take pictures for him, he would not stop thanking you

“ranboo i can help take your pictures if you want?” “wait really?” “yea of course!” “thank you- really, thank you so much you don’t have to do this but thank you”

. puts photo credits anywhere he could if he posts on twitter

. he loves your photography- he’s super supportive of any art forms

. you might need a raised platform to take a photo of him at a straight angle

bench trio:

. lots of blurry photos- the cooperation is NOT it

. like- tommy and tubbo can not stand still together

“tommy! stay still I can’t take the photo- it’s going to turn out blurry again!” “sorryyy”

. the blurry photos become fan favorites though

. you help them take pictures for social media 

. or merch or thumbnails!!

. they’re very appreciative of your work

. but be careful if you give tommy the camera-

. he might mess with your settings

“tommy what happened- the settings are all off??” “i had to change them for my photo”

. tubbo would have you take lots of nature photos

. or ones of him with like his foot in the fire-

“y/n this would make a great photo-” “tubbo don’t burn your foot!”

. ranboo is mostly just *there* on the side

. thumbs up like,,, yup im here too

“this is great- this is just going well” “ranboo im sorry- they’re not staying still”

. ranboo probably takes the best photos out of them three 

. he likes taking tips from you

. tubbo tries to take photos like you but always messes something up

. tommy,,, he tries, okay?

an: i got slight writer’s block but i hope you enjoy :))

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[crystalcow]

𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙//𝑆𝐵𝐼

Masterlist

SBI x reader !p !Father’s Day

Pronouns used: she/her

Warnings: swearing, family bickering

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“Ow, will you stepped on my toe!” “That wasn’t me it was Tommy.” “Fuck off” “Where the hell did you learn that- oh.”

The four children managed to quietly make their ways into the small kitchen after many failed attempts of waking each other up. “Damn it we don’t have any bread.” Y/N sighed shutting the fridge door, glaring at her older brother.

“What did I do?” Wilbur head his hands up using his beanie to cover most of his face. “Oh yeah who’s turn was it to get groceries while dad was sat work?” Techno added on leaning at the side of the wooden counter. “Tommy wasn’t it?” “Oh my god.”

The faint whispers flew through the small cottage home, the mixture of pink and orange glowing through the large trees. The young girl crumpled into the island chair pulling her hair in frustration.

“How the actual living hell do we manage to fuck up Father’s Day every single year. One year it’s the fire in the kitchen and the next is the termites causing the roof to collapse..” The siblings cringed at the old memory before shaking it away.

“I can make potatoes and eggs.” Techno muttered from the door, shooing the fallen strands of hair. “Oo Oo lets just get techno to make potatoes! And I can check the coop to see if we have eggs.” Tommy insisted, the pinkette moving over to put him in a subtle choke hold with a nice noogie.

“Quiet down you two, alright Tommy you and n/n go get the eggs from the coop and me and techno will start the potatoes. Move move move!”

Wilbur looked over at the clock which slowly ticked seeing how much time they have left before their dad wakes up. All the siblings quickly made their move rushing around the house, sliding in their socks and bearing the morning chill.

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“Toms, the chickens are sleeping.” Y/n looked over to her younger brother who was carrying the woven basket. “Then wake em’ up, no big deal.” The blonde shrugged pulling a hand through his hair.

“Yeah? Do you want to deal with the squawking and waking up dad? Yeah that’s what I thought, now carefully pick up the chicken and cradle it while I get the eggs.”

The blonde scowled in disgust after picking up the first chicken holding it out in front of him. Little squeaks admitted from the animal, and a glare of contempt from Y/n.

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The siblings had finally made their way back inside a basket of eggs with them. “What took you so long the potatoes are all ready.” Wilbur scolded snatching the basket, Techno oiling the pan.

“Hand me the salt, today you nerds hurry up.”

The sweet sizzles and cracks from the white and yellow yolk. The fresh smell of the different seasonings mixed together, the hot potatoes on the side with a rich of garland.

“Son of a bitch, who finished the orange juice!”

“Wilbur.”

Once it had all been ready and done the four quietly tiptoed upstairs careful to not make too much noise. Not including when Wilbur hit his head on the doorframe

“How do we do this?” “Carefully shake him?” “Tommy wait!”

The blonde rushed jumping on the bed suddenly waking Phil. “Happy Father’s Day!” They all said in unison. The man smiled at all four of his children bringing each of them into a hug. Before a small frown formed on his face..

“Oh my goodness what did you little shits break this time”

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Ask/request anything! Or ask if you want to be on a taglist/ kinda gonna cry this got 100 notes in a day tysm

[stormy-skies-falling]

Masterlist

Here’s the people I write about! More will most likely be added in later on, but for now, these are the [x readers] / [p! x readers]

Little psa: for all the characters I do write for, I don't know their true personality, this is just my interpretation of them, so yeah! Kisses! &lt;3

Key &lt;3

🌩: series

☁: imagines

🌧: headcanons

🌥: scenarios

Romantic or Platonic

Dream

Did you eat half of those apples? ☁ (part of “Fall Festivities with the Feral Boys series )

Making Two Idiots Confess Their Feelings for Dummies 🌩

Twitter can wait ☁

The Bet ☁

Trying to take Dream’s new Insta pics 🌥

Y/n is Y/n 🌥

Cat Videos 🌥

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

How Erotic ☁️

I like it– picasso!☁️

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

The Hoes Gonna Love This ☁️

a series of events... 🌥

GeorgeNotFound

George and baby animals 🌥

George is colorblind among other things 🌥

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Sapnap

You really wanna go there? ☁

Okay, Darlin’? ☁

Sapnap at the announcement of him in MCC Pride 🌥

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Quackity

Children of the Corn who? ☁ (part of “Fall Festivities with the Feral Boys series )

Short and Mean 🌥

quack quack, mother fucker ☁

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Hair Braiding with Quackity 🌧

Karl

Gang signs apparently 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Punz

Y/n can "dunk" 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Wilbur Soot

Super Y/n! ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

C!Technoblade

How are we both so oblivious? ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Platonic Only

Tommyinnit

Sbi and Co. ☁

What about it? ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Tubbo

Sbi and Co. ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Ranboo

Sbi and Co. ☁

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

Multiple Mcyts

Fall Festivities with the Feral Boys🌩

Sbi and Co. ☁

Making Two Idiots Confess Their Feelings for Dummies 🌩

Lays Potato Chips 🌥

Volleyball Team!Sex Havers Headcanons 🌧

Volleyball Team!SBI Headcanons 🌧

[wrenqueenisboss]

Chapter 8: New Years Game

Chapter 8 of my series “New Girl” new girl series masterlist

Warnings: use of dream’s real name, cursing, kissing, threats Characters: Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, Puffy, Tubbo, Ranboo Word Count: 5.7k (WHAT THE F-) summary: The big football game, the one everyone has been waiting for, is on the horizon. Which team will y/n root for? Not to mention, it's New Years note: multiple pov chapter! hope you enjoy ;)

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Clay tossed the football from hand to hand as he walked down the field with his sister. The leather felt comfortable in his hands, familiar. It was his favorite sport. The teamwork and adrenaline that came with a game was something he held dear to his heart.

But perhaps even better than that was the rivalries. The spirit that went along with each game was magical. The screaming fans and teammates cheering on the sidelines. Playing against rivals, though, that was an entirely different story.

The tension was so palpable during those games. It was almost hard to throw the ball, the air was so thick. But it made everything worth it. The wins, at least. The losing, definitely not.

The boy was a competitive person. He loved the bragging rights that came with winning. And absolutely hated the shame that came with losing such a big game. He'd had his fair share of moments - both good and bad. So did his team.

SMP High. Their football team was referred to as the Crew Boys. The boys were brothers on that team. Maybe not biologically, but in spirit.

So many memories had been made on the field he was walking.

But his trip down memory lane was interrupted by the sound of his sister's voice. "Clay. Earth to Clay...."

He shook his head to get rid of the football fantasies that were playing out in his head. "Yeah? Sorry. Just thinking about the game."

Y/n laughed, a sound that he had sorely missed. As much as they joked about hating each other, the Was-Taken twins truly loved each other. At least, Clay loved Y/n. She was his sister, his twin, his other half.

Her leaving for boarding school had destroyed him. But the blond made his parents and younger sister promise to never tell Y/n. She'd never let him live it down if she discovered that he had spent practically a whole day crying in his room.

"Oh yeah. The big game." Y/n rolled her eyes. But it was obvious she was excited too. The girl loved watching football too. She had played flag football with him for a couple months too, before she started to dance. "I'm excited for that."

Clay scoffed, throwing the football a little higher. "I bet you are. Especially since it's an SMP versus SBI game."

"I feel like that was a jab at me."

"Oh it definitely was."

The girl still laughed under her breath, which made Clay let out a soft chuckle. It felt really, really good to have his sister back. The easy dynamic was something he greatly missed.

But the twins were getting closer to the end of the field, where four boys were waiting. George, Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity. The four were laughing like crazy. Their bags were piled at the bottom of the bleachers

George and Quackity were racing to see who could jump from bleacher to bleacher the quickest without falling off. Karl and Sapnap seemed like they wanted to join in too, but had defaulted to laughing at the two boys.

Y/n waved her hello, smiling when Karl and Sapnap waved back. Clay just threw the football in his hands at George. He laughed - wheezed, more like it - when George started flailing his arms like crazy to keep himself from falling off of the back of the bleachers.

"You're an idiot, Clay!" George called, frowning even as a smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Oh," the quarterback chuckled, "so I'm the idiot now?"

Y/n rolled her eyes at her brother's behavior and just set her bag down next to the others, bounding to the very top of the bleachers. She sat down and stared at the field, suddenly remembering all of the games she had watched.

Clay did the same. He tossed his bag and did his best to sprint up the metal structure. There was a little stumble, but he made it unscathed.

"Well, boys. In two days, we're gonna be on that field again," Clay announced proudly, holding out a hand. George threw the football back to him lightly. An easy catch.

Sapnap let go of Karl's hand to catch the football that was thrown to him next. "Y/n." The girl turned her attention to the boy. "Do you have any details about SBI's football team that we should know about?"

Y/n scoffed. "You guys have played against them multiple times, shouldn't you know?"

Quackity walked over from the far end of the bleachers, sitting down next to Sapnap. "Well, they do have three new players. The freshmen."

"Oh yeah. Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo."

"Anything we should know?" Clay was already annoyed by the fact that his sister seemed so chummy with the other team. It ticked him off even more that she was clearly torn about who to be rooting for.

Before she had moved away to go to Pogtopia Boarding School - and definitely before SPI Prep - meant the world that Y/n had been his biggest fan. She always cheered the loudest during the games. It hurt that her loyalty was divided.

"Well," Y/n began, trying to think of what was useful. "Tommy is Techno and Wilbur's youngest brother. But the whole team is super close. Almost family."

Clay tried so hard not to grit his teeth, but it was impossible. "Interesting. Any play strategies you remember?"

Y/n's eyes suddenly blazed with anger as she whirled her gaze to meet her twin's. "They are my friends! I am not going to be telling you anything about the way they play."

That stung more than he expected it to. "But-"

"It's not like I'm telling them anything about the way you guys play either. I'm not gonna help anyone cheat."

That made the blond boy a little happier. At least you still held some loyalty. Even still, he needed to blow off some steam. Needed to get rid of the game that was happening in two days even before the official team practices. By just messing around with his best friends and his sister.

He stood up and walked down the bleachers back down to the field, taking the football from Sapnap again on the way. He skipped the last step and jumped down, something that he and his twin loved to do.

Y/n and his friends followed him down, knowing what was going to happen. They divided themselves up into two even teams; Y/n, George, and Sapnap on one team. Clay, Quackity, and Karl on the other.

Sapnap laughed when he realized the team he was on. "Yo! It's the Dream Team. Me, George, and a Was-Taken."

Y/n smiled, high-fiving her teammates. "Just, in this case, it's the other twin." She looked happy hanging out with his friends.

Clay still felt bad about keeping his twin a secret. But when high school started, he didn't want to be in her shadow again. They had both cast shadows of expectations on one another, honestly.

The six friends fanned out into a loose scrimmage formation. Y/n stood in front of her brother, knees bent and ready to shoot forward and tackle him. George and Sapnap we're in the same position in front of Quackity and Karl, respectively.

"Ready, hut!" Clay shouted, jumping into action. He brought back his arm, eyes scanning down the field as Quackity and Karl sprinted down. His focus zeroed in on Quackity and he threw the ball, just as Y/n tackled him. The quarterback hit the ground with an "oomph."

The boy in the beanie caught the ball and managed to get a couple steps in before George threw himself forward and tackled him to the ground with a triumphant shout.

Y/n and Sapnap whooped with laughter, happy that their team had gotten the play.

And just for the fun of it, to speed things up, the teams swapped. Clay's team was on defense now, and Y/n's on offense. They switched match-ups too. George had to outrun Clay now. Y/n stood across from Karl. And Quackity and Sapnap were across from one another.

With the same command, Y/n started the play. George was open first, so with the same moments she watched her brother go through over and over, she threw the ball. George caught it and began sprinting down the field.

Only to be tackled by Clay. The blond and brunet boy dissolved into hysterical laughter as they rolled off of each other and out of the huddle. But even still both of their cheeks were tinted pink. And it wasn't because of the chill or the exercise.

"Get a room, boys!" Sapnap called, smirking. Y/n tried desperately not to laugh when they immediately went quiet.

The Was-Taken boy got up from the ground, offering a hand to George and trying not to blush even more at the contact.

"Shut up, Sapnap," George muttered, but his tone was way too bashful to be taken seriously.

"You guys should just kiss already." Y/n teased, picking the football and tossing it between her hands just as her brother had. Their mannerisms were similar.

Clay retorted with the only thing he could think of. "Well why don't you kiss Techno since you've obviously been wanting to do that for a while!"

Y/n's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment but her voice was steady as she fired back her response. "I already have, thank you."

Clay froze. So did his friends. Sapnap shot the girl a sympathetic look, as if he knew exactly what reaction his best friend was going to have - how he was going to lash out.

The blush completely gone from his face, he glared at his twin. Conflicted emotions swirled behind his emerald green eyes. Pain. Anger. Confusion. Embarrassment. It was all there.

He walked over and picked up his bag before walking off.

"Clay-"

"Nope."

The pure anger in his voice made Y/n wince. She hadn't seen her brother this mad in.... It had been way too long to remember. It scared her, too. Because for the first time in years, she was back. Back and living with him and the rest of their family.

It was dicey at first. They had little disagreements and petty arguments but it had been years since an argument this big. Y/n hated the idea of losing her brother again.

George rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Give him some space, he'll come around eventually."

Quackity nodded. "For sure. The news of his sister kissing his rival definitely did bother him though." The boy started laughing, but a sharp glance from Karl shut him up.

"I just hope he gets a hold of himself before SBI comes over to practice on the field tomorrow."

Y/n groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

This is gonna be a nightmare, she muttered.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-(time skip to tomorrow. still clay's pov)~-~-

All Clay could think about as he ran through his pre-practice warm-ups was the thought of you on Technoblade's arm.

He threw the football too hard, lost in anger. Coach Puffy frowned and waved him over. He huffed, taking out his headphones and pausing the music before jogging over to his coach.

"Dream." She always referred to him by his football nickname. "You're distracted. What's up?"

"It's nothing."

"You're lying."

"I know."

She tilted her head, signaling that she was ready for an explanation. "Dream?"

He nodded, thinking of his answer. "It's... teenager stuff. About my sister."

"You guys are having a fight?" The coach asked. It was as if she understood. As if she had gone through the same thing before. She smiled slightly when the blond boy nodded. "I get it. If you and your sister are close, a fight can feel daunting."

"She's my twin," he muttered under his breath. "We're pretty close but because she goes to SBI, there's some... tension."

The coach laughed, her long hair shifting. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard!" she managed to say in-between her giggles.

Clay was confused, and maybe a tad bit offended. "Excuse me?"

"Don't let a stupid rivalry get in the way of you and your sister. It's dumb and childish." She clapped him on the shoulder. "Besides, you have a game to win."

"How do you know so much about this?" he couldn't help but ask, pausing just before his headphones were on his ears once more.

Coach Puffy smiled. "I have a brother. Schlatt."

The young professor in SMP. He insisted that everyone call him by his first name. And now that he knew, Clay could see the resemblance.

He thanked his coach before jogging back onto the field to continue practicing. But he still caught the words his coach shouted at his retreating form.

"She will always cheer you on."

He smiled and picked up another football, throwing it down the field and smiling as George caught it and began running one of the routes he had been practicing for weeks.

~-~-~-~-~-~-(techno pov)~-~-

The boy with pink hair couldn't help but frown as he walked onto the familiar field. The football field at SMP High School held many memories. Good and bad. Epic wins and tragic losses.

But everything was worth it, because he loved playing the game. Shifting his duffle bag on his shoulder, he reached up to tie his long, colorful hair back into a ponytail so it would be out of his face.

Tommy and Wilbur walked up to him.

Wilbur nudged him, looking more excited than serious. "How's it going, Blade?"

'Blade' was the dumb nickname his teammates had given him. It was dumb, but it sounded much better than 'Dream,' for goodness sake. He would never admit that he sort of liked the name.

"Well, I'm getting ready for our game. How about you?" He replied saltily.

Tommy chimed in. His face was drawn into a cocky smile, but nervousness pricked his blue eyes. "I'm getting ready to kick SMP's ass. Those shitheads deserve it."

And a new voice graced Techno's ears. "Woah, watch it. They just might kick you out if you're not careful."

Technoblade turned around- and there you were. Only a few days ago, he kissed you. Only a few days ago he had taken a step he never thought he could.

Tommy frowned. "But you're an SBI student. Where's the loyalty, woman?"

Y/n shrugged. "I may or may not have a tie to this school as well. My brother may or may not be the quarterback. For the team. And he's also my twin."

The pink-haired boy didn't miss the flash of emotion in Y/n kind eyes. Something had happened, that was obvious. Something that was obviously bothering her. But he didn't want to ask- not here, at least.

He nodded and sent a quick smile in Y/n's direction. She smiled back and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to say something - anything - but he just couldn't find the words. Nothing fit the situation. But then again, no words would ever perfectly fit how he felt when he was around Y/n.

Thankfully - or unfortunately, it depends - the team practice was about to start. That's what sucked about having such a close rivalry with a nearby school. The principals were friends. And in this case, they scheduled the football teams to always practice on the same field the day before the game.

Those practices were the times where Technoblade fought with Clay the most.

Even Wilbur seemed to remember their worst fight. "Try not to punch the quarterback again, huh?"

Y/n looked confused. "Wait, Clay?! You punched Clay?" Laughter hid behind her expression. Hid behind her mesmerizing eyes.

Techno shrugged sheepishly, not able to deny it. "Yeah. In sophomore year we got into a big fight because he was trash-talking like crazy. I punched him in the nose. Almost broke it, actually."

The girl's eyes widened in recognition. "That was why he wouldn't FaceTime with me that one week." She bent over in genuine laughter, the kind that shook her body and lit up her face. "He mentioned getting in a fight with his 'rival'" but I didn't realize that it was an actual fight."

The boy was happy she wasn't mad at him for punching her twin. But practice was starting, and he hated setting a bad example as captain of the team. His players relied on him. He also wanted to win.

The last game he had won, before the bye week, had won him a date with the girl who had pretty much captured his heart. The date hadn't happened yet - but that was okay. He was willing to wait.

"Bye, Y/n. See you after the game." He waved a friendly goodbye as he turned to leave, walking onto the field and taking in the comfortingly familiar atmosphere of a football field.

Wilbur followed after waving, taking off his red beanie and stuffing it into his bag as well. Tommy turned to glare at Y/n, as if his gaze alone could convince her. "Root for us, okay?"

"Tommy-"

"No, it's fine," she assured. "I'll be rooting for a great game."

Even the rambunctious blond freshman seemed satisfied with that answer. Probably because he was convinced enough that he was going to win.

Technoblade decided that he was going to change into his uniform later, but still wanted to put away his stuff, so he began walking towards the visitor's locker rooms. It was easy to remember, with the amount of times SBI had played there.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Expecting Y/n, Wilbur, or even Tommy, he turned around. He was very wrong.

Fucking Clay Was-Taken stood in front of him. And he looked pissed.

"Technoblade."

Well, he's certainly mad, Techno thought.

"Clay. Are you excited for the game tomorrow."

The green-eyed boy rolled his eyes. "Cut the bullshit. I'm not here to talk about the game. I'm here to talk about my sister."

So that's where he's going with this. "You want to talk about Y/n? What about her?"

The blond's face shifted into an expression that looked like pure hatred. "What the hell are you playing at, Technoblade? What do you want with her?"

And maybe because he wanted to have some fun Techno unleashed the years of annoying sarcasm that living with Tommy had taught him. "Your sister's hot and she likes me. Obviously, I'm trying to date her. Or is that too difficult for you and your blond-haired ass to understand?"

Immediately after he said that, the SBI team captain wanted to take his words back. He hated using "hot" to refer to people. It felt objectifying. But that didn't mean he thought that Y/n was ugly. In fact, he thought that she was drop-dead gorgeous. And despite all of the flirting, he still doubted whether or not she truly liked him. He definitely loved her.

Even Clay seemed to see the flash of uncertainty in his rival's uniquely-colored eyes. He backed off, and the malice in his expression shifted to something more thoughtful. "I'm being serious. Why do you want to date Y/n?"

Techno realized at that moment that this wasn't an argument between rivals. This was a concerned boy protecting his sister from heartbreak.

The pink-haired sighed, trying to come up with the right words. "To put it plainly, I like her. A lot. She's smart, kind, and funny. And she makes me happy."

Silence. Dead silence between them as Clay had an internal debate. Whether or not to give his approval. Would he give his rival a chance in favor of making his sister happy? He sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose the same way Y/n would. (The similarities in their mannerisms were astounding).

The Was-Taken brother looked up and stared Techno right in the eyes. Even in height. They were matched.

"If you break her heart, things will not end well for you, Technoblade. I hope you know that."

Techno couldn't stop the triumphant smirk from making its way onto his face. He stuck out a hand, offering a handshake. "You have my word, Dream."

A sharp laugh. "Gonna hold you to that, Blade."

Clay took his hand firmly and shook it. Sealing their agreement. And then he was gone, back to the field to practice with his team.

Techno went into the locker rooms, quickly put his stuff in the locker he usually claimed whenever SBI played at SMP, and jogged back onto the field.

Wilbur was right there to meet him. He'd chosen to put on part of his uniform already. Wearing not his jersey, but the team's practice shirt. But he was wearing his leg pads and uniform pants. Techno was just wearing shorts and his team practice shirt.

"Saw you talking with Was-Taken. What happened?" Wilbur asked, catching a football one of the coaches' assistants threw before lightly tossing it to his brother.

Techno wound up his arm and threw the football back to the assistant. The motions of throwing were familiar. Easy.

Elbow back. Fingers on the laces. Ball behind your head. Pull it forward, quickly. Release at 90 degrees. Follow through; flick the wrist.

The years of coaching advice ran through his head. Every time he threw the football. There were the steps. In the voice of Philza, who had been his coach for so long.

"He tried to scare me off."

Wilbur paused after he caught the football that was thrown back to him. "Tried to scare you off from... dating Y/n. Did it work."

Techno shot him an incredulous look. He took the football and threw it again. It was a perfect throw, yet again. The steps ran through his head. Elbows back. Fingers on the laces....

"Of course it didn't." He threw the next football that was thrown to him. "Just like Sally wasn't scared off after I had the same talk with her."

Total shock. Wilbur froze, but his face was livid. "You did what?!"

The quarterback laughed. "I'm joking! But you should have seen your face. It was hilarious."

Philza blew the whistle, calling a team huddle. It meant that the official practice was about to start. No more fooling around on your own. It was time to run plays and fix imperfections.

~-~-~-~-~-~- (Skip to NYE, aka game day) (y/n pov)~-~-~-

The game was close. Only three points difference between the two teams. SMP was winning then, but the lead had alternated throughout the entire game. Both of the teams were incredible. You didn't know which one to root for.

Clay's team was doing really well. He was throwing perfect passes and George, Karl, and Callahan were catching and running their routes beautifully. Sapnap, Quackity, and Punz were shining on defense as well.

But SBI was incredible. Their team was playing like never before. Sure, they had been good before, but this was different. Their communication was amazing. Techno's throws never faltered as he threw to Wilbur and Ranboo. He shocked you with his speed when he ran for a touchdown earlier in the game.

Tommy, Tubbo, and Jack were making amazing tackles. It was the funniest thing to see Clay's fury when Tommy tackled him for his first sack of the season.

And yet, SMP remained three points ahead. It was the fourth quarter and the clock was dwindling down. Techno and his team were too far from the endzone, but still they never faltered.

Techno whispered something to Ranboo before resetting formation. On SMP's sideline, Clay was pacing anxiously. He knew how good "the Blade" truly was at the game. Of course he did, they'd played many games together.

Your heart flipped when the pink-haired boy looked to the stands. His eyes found yours. You smiled and waved. He winked back. A blush rose to your face.

Everyone was set. A moment of stillness - silence - before everyone exploded into motion. There were grunts as people collided, heavy, exhausted, breaths and motion. So much motion. But as someone who had watched a lot, and even played a little, you knew what was going on. You saw Techno dodge the tackle of a defender. Saw him run through the motions of a perfect throw.

His form is incredible, you noted. The clock ticked lower and lower. Only ten seconds left now.

He threw the ball. It arced through the air.

Nine. Eight. Seven.

Ranboo jumped and caught it, turning around to sprint as fast as he could. His long legs carried him across the field, his speed shaking off his defender quickly. He was getting closer to the end zone. So, so, close. But the clock was ticking down to zero.

Six. Five. Four.

Closer. Closer. Closer. Ranboo was only a few yards away. But there was next to no time left.

"Come on, Ranboo," you whispered, sitting on the edge of the bleacher with anticipation. "Come on."

It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath. Everyone except for the SBI team. They were screaming, cheering. Yelling encouragement at the top of their lungs. Anything to help their teammate- and their friend.

Three.

Twenty yards left.

"Come on, Ranboo," you chanted again.

Two.

Ten yards.

Tommy and Tubbo's screaming of encouragement got louder as they chased after their friend. Cheering and spurring him on.

"Come on."

One.

He made it into the end zone.

Zero.

The entire fucking field practically erupted into cheers. The offensive squad cleared the field as the special teams unit made it onto the field to kick the extra point. The kick was good and SBI was four points ahead.

They'd won.

Everyone spilled onto the field to tackle each other in congratulatory hugs. You leaped up from your seat and ran onto the field as well.

Everyone you could see was smiling. Ranboo was grinning so wide as Tommy and Tubbo cheered around him. Wilbur was high-fiving Niki before going to tackle his younger brother. Philza was looking so damn proud as he kissed Kristin. And Techno.

He was smiling bigger and brighter than ever. Joy sparkled in his mesmerizing eyes. He ripped off his helmet, shaking his head to free his hair. He looked pretty, you couldn't help but realize. But what really made your heart skip was that he looked so happy.

You ran down and tackled Ranboo in a hug. Well, "tackled" was a strong word, given the fact that he was so tall. But you still trapped him in a quick bear hug.

"Awesome job, Ranboo!" You shouted over the din after you pulled away. He seemed so proud of himself. It made you proud of him too. He'd grown so much. From the kid you met that first day - the kid who was insecure and always for that black and white mask - to the kid who made game-winning touchdowns and wasn't afraid to smile.

But then Techno swept you up into a hug, picking you up and spinning you around. A joyful giggle escaped you and if it was possible, the boy's smile only grew wider.

He finally set you down but wouldn't let go of your hand. You didn't mind at all. In fact, you would have reached out had he not.

"Congrats!" you said breathlessly, still smiling. It was impossible not to.

"Thanks!" His dopey smile made you blush even more.

But he was swept away again by the crowd of his team celebrating their win. You'd call him later, it was fine.

~-~-~-~-~-~-(time skip to a few hours later)~-~-~-~-

You were standing outside the gym, Clay right beside you.

"I kind of hate the fact that you people party so much," you grumble, staring at the closed doors.

The sounds of the New Years party seep through the heavy wood. Loud dance music, signing, cheering, voices, heavy dancing steps. So many people in the gym. All partying the night - and the year - away.

Clay huffed a laugh. "Well, you'd better get used to it. Everyone love's parties here. If you want to fit in, you have to attend them."

You scrunched up your nose and frowned. "I don't give a shit about fitting in."

He punched your shoulder playfully. "At least this isn't one of the insanely fancy parties that some people at SBI like throwing," he mused.

"What?!" You exclaimed, hating the idea of a prissy party full of fake people who all-

"I'm kidding, Y/n. This is super chill. We're both wearing casual clothes, for goodness' sake!"

You looked down at yourself. It was true. You were wearing a casual t-shirt. An old one from your favorite band, Lovejoy. The band that you and Wilbur found out the two of you both enjoyed listening to.

"Screw this," you muttered, and threw open the doors, immersing yourself in the party.

Everyone looked like they were truly happy, which was surprising. Even the kids who were usually in the corner, you noticed, were smiling and laughing with people. The realization eased you.

"Told you," Clay whispered as he passed you to go to the rest of the football team, who were all grouped together, acting like the idiots they were.

You walked over to your school friends. "Hey guys!" you called. Heads turned to you before. Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Tubbo, Niki, Jack- everyone.

"Hey Y/n!" Niki said, stepping next to you to give you a quick one-armed hug. "Welcome to the New Years Party."

"How did you celebrate the win?" You asked, smiling. "Clown on SMP?" You shot Techno a look. "Beat up their quarterback?"

He rolled his eyes and bumped your shoulder. "Hell no. We just want to have fun. And now that you're here, the party can truly begin."

You smirked, letting him put his arm on your shoulders. "Oh yeah?"

He leaned down so his lips were next to your ear. You shivered, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin on your neck. "You doubt me?"

A girl with a confident smile and shining eyes sauntered over. "Definitely flirting," she smirked, taking a drink from whatever was in her cup.

Techno rolled his eyes and rested his hand on the girl's shoulder for a brief moment. "This is Wren," he introduced, seeming exasperated, for some reason. It was obvious they knew each other.

You held out a hand and she shook it, flashing her teeth in a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, not-so-new girl." She took a step back and effortlessly pushed herself up onto one of the high tables, sitting casually. Her movements were like those of a cat, you couldn't help but notice.

Wilbur walked over then. "Is that Y/n I just heard?" the boy wearing the beanie asked. His eyes caught on the girl and he smiled. "Hey, sister!"

"Sister?" you asked, confusion evident in your tone.

"I'm their childhood best friend," Wren explained. "Philza and Mumza practically raised me, so we're like siblings."

"WREN!" Tommy shouted as he ran at the girl, wrapping her in a hug. "We haven't seen you in so long."

"It's literally been a week, Tommy. Chill." The girl laughed before turning back to you. "It's seriously nice to meet you, Y/n." But just then, someone called her name. She winked, offered a mock salute, before jumping off of the table and walking away. She really was catlike.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

It was 11:50 pm. Everyone was watching the giant clock on the wall, getting ready for the final ten seconds. The music was still playing, loud and exciting as ever.

There was dancing and karaoke and everyone was having fun. Especially you.

A song had just come on. The upbeat chorus playing through the speakers. You were smiling, dancing, and even singing along in your head when you felt someone grab your hand.

Your eyes flew open to see Technoblade. He was grinning. But from all of the jumping and dancing around, his hair was wild. You reached out with your other hand and brushed the stray pink strands out of his face, giggling when his fake flushed.

"Come on," he whispered and guided you to the center of the gym where everyone was dancing. "Do you want to dance?"

A bubbly laugh escaped you. "This isn't exactly the most romantic song," you pointed out.

He shrugged, gently taking your other hand and bringing them close. "Doesn't matter. Let's just dance." Uncertainty flickered in his gaze. "Are you okay with that?"

You nodded. "Absolutely." Grinning already, you took a step back and began to step quickly, in time with the upbeat song.

He did the same, beginning to jump around as well, spinning you around and around. Both of your laughs filled your ears. The harmony of your joy mixing with the music.

Everywhere else, everyone was laughing and giggling and dancing. Clay and George were waltzing like idiots. Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity were dancing in a circle. Wilbur and Sally managed to find a way to actually waltz to the fast-paced music. Wren and her girlfriend Em were spinning each other around, wild grins on their faces. But all that mattered was you and Techno. Grinning as you held hands and danced as if you were the only ones in the world.

It was 11:59. The song had wound down and everyone was staring at the clock, watching the seconds tick down. Waiting for the old year to the end, and the new one to begin.

Techno spun you around one last time before dipping you backwards with a silly smile. You faced him, breathless and beaming brighter than the sun. He cupped your face in his warm hands, leaning close.

He was staring into your eyes and you were staring into his. The clock ticked closer to twelve. Somewhere in the background - you didn't care - people were beginning to scream the countdown.

"Aphrodite," he whispered, the name soft and sincere.

"Ares."

It was twelve o'clock. New Year's Day. Technoblade pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was different from the last. It was gentle. His tender touch as if you were precious glass. But it was passionate. Sparks erupted in your heart and mind. His hand dropped to your waist to pull you closer.

The two of you pulled away but you loved being close to him, you rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes and simply living in the moment. He brushed his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

"You are so beautiful, my Aphrodite." He kissped you again and the sparks burned brighter.

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Hello Punzie!

I'm kind of new here and I deeply love your writing! And as I saw that your requests are open..

Could you make headcanon about Platonic SBI Family but they are street fighters (I just really idea of them being street fighters sorry-) with Teenager! Y/n who is more like a silent/shy type of people and wear glasses?

However, if you feel uncomfortable with it - please ignore this message and do whatever you want! You're feelings are way more important.

Have a nice day!

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P!Sleepy Bois X reader (Family dynamic)

Fluff (A little bit of violence + angst and swearing.)

I Want You - MITSKI

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You looked down as the fight in the ring continued. As you watch your older brother Wilbur knocked out his opponent, swift as ever. A bell rang for the next match and you step into the ring, followed by your other brother, Tommy. Carefully, you eyed each other just when you heard your opponents enter the ring. "They're just a couple kids from out of town! Don't worry, I've got you, Y/N." Tommy whispered, you nod in response. The two other kids got cocky, yelling at you about the fact that you barely would talk when you fight. Calling you shy and weak, well. You were about to prove them wrong. One of the kids lazily swung at you, just missing. In turn you caught it then punched them back, making them whimper. The other kid kicked your face, breaking the glasses that sat on your nose. They fell to the ground, shattering as soon as they came into contact with the ground. "Y/N! You good?" Tommy yelped at you as all vision escaped your eyes, soon making you collapse.

You lay there as you can hear Techno and Phil fussing over you, as well as Tommy who is hysterical. Yelling can be heard, and Wilbur who was calling the parents of the kids that hurt you. "Y/N!" Phil said. You opened your eyes.

"Ah, I'm so glad you're okay. Anything broken, mate?" Phil continued, you nod once again. Phil sighs and grins. "Be careful, kid. You might actually break something next time." Techno chimes in, helping you off the bench. Wilbur gets off the phone with the parents, he soon walks over to you with a bag of cookies that him and Tommy had made the night before. "I thought you would like these, Y/N! Me and the child made them." Wilbur said teasingly. "YOU LISTEN TO ME, I AM NOT A FUCKIN' CHILD. I AM A BIG MAN AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT, WILBITCH." Tommy started yelling, jokingly. Phil sighed as he watched you take a bite into a cookie

"Thanks for sticking around, kid." Techno mumbles.

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