#philza x sibling reader

[character-dsmp-things]

Hi love <33 Could u do like a (platonic) SBI x Reader where the reader's like a teenager, maybe a year younger than tommy? And they're really good with weapons, fighting and pvps? Take ur time on this or feel free to ignore this, have a great day, love. xx

AGH IVE BEEN ABSENT APOLOGIES

C!SBI and Young Fighter Reader

Platonic SBI!!

Techno

Takes to you like a good older brother.

“You know you’re better at this than Tommy. He’s gonna be really upset.”

“I’m gonna actually have to start trying. If you keep it up.”

“You’ve got the mind of a warrior, but do you have the heart.”

Would likely be nit picky about the little mistakes you make, just to give you something to work on. Overall he’d probably bring you out on hunting missions to help train you more for the outside world.

Tommy

The usual sibling rivalry he says he hates you but would fight for you.

“Why do you have to be better than me!”

“It’s not fair! Just because Technoblade likes you more doesn’t mean you’re a better fighter!”

Would likely tattle to Wilbur, or bring him into fights.

Asks for tips 24/7

Wilbur

Probably watches you and techno train.

“Be weary Techno! Y/n is getting pretty good they might just beat you out!”

You’ve probably had to help him out of more than one sticky situation.

“Geez you can handle a sword. Maybe you could teach Tommy a thing or two”

Philza

Feels inclined to protec

You remind him strongly of Techno,

“Nice shot kiddo. You did well.”

“I told you, that you could do it!”

Definitely gifts you nicely crafted swords as gifts.

Hope this is what you wanted!!

[heartofwritiing]

Absent in the spring.

paring: q!wilbur x fem!reader (+ platonic q!philza x fem!reader)

summary: a small vacation to Phil’s beach house causes you to finally break down.

authors note: a follow-up to this fic but you don’t really have to read it. some more q!wilbur angst for you guys because I miss wilbur and tullulah content! also i made it so chayanne and tallulah talk in this lets just pretend the eggs are the human-dragon hybrids that are in fanart bc thats how i see them!

warnings: a little angsty sorry, hurt-comfort, happy end, not 100% following qsmp lore, unedited! please ignore any mistakes!

“how are you holding up?”

Phil’s voice pulls you out of your trance from fidgeting with the blades of grass next to your tucked legs.

You bring your gaze up from the lush green and watch on as Chayanne and Tallulah play tag a few feet away in the field behind Phil’s beach house.

The past month had been weary as you waited for your husband to return from his tour. Days stretched on though you kept going despite that dread in your chest of missing him.

Phil had noticed you seemed less like yourself as the month went on. You were sleeping less, and getting stressed. When he came over to help you take care of Tallulah yesterday he saw how defeated you looked while trying to keep a brave face for your daughter.

Being in an empty house wasn’t fun for anyone, especially when it was too dangerous to go outside on the server alone. So, Phil invited you out to escape that empty feeling, just for a while at least. A walk and boat ride later, you were now sat beside the man with his legs crisscrossed while he munched on avocado toast.

You had shrugged plainly to his question. Fine? Okay? you didn’t know…

Squeals and giggles erupted in your ears as you watched Tallulah finally tag a breathless Chayanne, who had gotten tired of running away from his sister and let her have a turn at the one being chased. Her little legs barely kept up with her taller older sibling as he quickly regained energy.

You couldnt help the smile that was brought upon your lips. Happy they were having such a good time together, being normal for once and not sheltered from the horrors of the server that was trying to harm them every moment. They needed this time, to be care free. To be kids.

You and Phil chuckled at their antics. Though It made your heart break thinking about Wilbur being absent. He wasn’t here to hear the sounds of his daughter's sweet giggles as she played blissfully in the tall grass. To see how she was getting along with everyone, making sure they were happy and cared for.

Wilbur hadn’t sent you a letter in a week. You understood he was busy with tour, you didn’t expect him to have much time to sit and write but your worst agitations were coming true.

The disappointment was settling in each time you would go to the mailbox by the door- you and lullah had spent a day painting and decorating to your liking, with splotches of colors and your names painted across in not-so-straight letters- it would be empty with no sign of even being open since the previous morning.

“I miss him,” you say suddenly to Phil, whose gaze shifts away from the kids to you. You keep your eyes locked on them, fearing that meeting his eyes would make you finally break down into the tears you were holding back for so long.

Phil brings his hand onto your shoulder, a simple symbol of comfort.

“Awe mate, I miss him too.” he said warmly. “he’ll be back soon, im sure of it.”

Swallowing the lump building in your throat, you were so glad you had Phil there for you in these moments. Tallulah had done a good part cheering you up but sometimes you needed a real talk.

"I thought I could do this on my own but-" you choke. "I need him, Phil. He's missed so much and I can't help but think he's gonna feel guilty for not being there for her, or for me."

You let yourself break down in-front of your father in-law finally letting go of everything you’d been holding onto the past month and a half.

Phil placed his hand on your back in support as you sobbed into your hands. The aching pain in your forehead with the slight headache building, the chest pangs told you this cry was long over due.

A tap on your shoulder brings your head out from your knees. You lift your eyes to see Chayanne standing over you, his hand stretched out with a simple white flower pinching between his little fingers. His eyes held nothing but innocence as he looked down on you solemnly. He did not understand why you were so distraught, nor did he care, he just wanted to aid you in any way that he could.

"Please don't cry, Tia Y/N," his voice was small but sympathetic, making your heart sink.

Phil looked so proud in that moment, to see his son come over to aid you with comfort made him perceive he was doing something right in raising a child for once.

Taking the flower from Chayanne, he immediately crouched down to give you a tight hug around your shoulders. Surprised but grateful, you began silently crying as another pair of little arms joined the embrace - you knew it was Tallulah. Finally, you allowed yourself to let go and broke down into tears, feeling their tight embrace.

You were so glad you had these kids. Though they didn’t understand your behavior entirely there was no judgement, only care.

“For what it's worth Y/N, you have us and we will always take care of you both.”

Of course, you knew that. Phil had always been there for you since you first met him. He took his role as a father to everyone very seriously.

“thank you for bringing us here Phil, we really needed this.” you breathe as the kids pulled away from you. Phil gives you a smile of understanding.

-

A few hours passed as you all sat on the dock, watching the last glimmer of daylight fade away over the water - casting a golden glow. Phil suggested a campfire to roast marshmallows. Tallulah and Chayanne were already running off excitedly to gather various sticks to help. Once the fire was going, you all sat together on the sand telling stories, laughing, and enjoying each other's company.

The hole in your heart was healing, and the weight on your chest lifted. You realized that even though life was rough and unpredictable, having a supportive family was what mattered, and you felt content and at peace.

You saw the others smiling, knowing the shared bond was enough.

That night you all slept at the beach house, and for the first time in a month, neither you nor Tallulah had a nightmare.

The journey the following day back to Phil’s was thankfully uneventful. Mostly just shenanigans between the two children. Collecting things like leaves for the scrapbook you and Tallulah were making for Wilbur, documenting all your adventures. Chayanne running ahead to deal with any monsters who dare cross your path.

Upon seeing the tiny house with a fenced yard, you all went your separate ways. As you opened the gate to the yard, the tall purple trees and the various flowers made you miss the tiny home.

Tallulah seemed happy to be back and automatically tried dragging you to see her turtles before you could close the gate. You asked her to be patient while you brought your bags inside.

Walking up to the front door, you heard a crash from inside and you froze. You instantly reached for your sword laying on your hip. Tallulah saw this as a warning and she quickly cowered behind your legs. Preparing for the worst, it could be anyone behind the door. Charlie looking for food, (since he was living near your house in a shed last you heard.) Quackity looking to start another fight about parenting. Or worse the code monster could’ve shown up again to take Tallulah from you.

You would die before that would happen.

Tallulah clung to your legs as you quietly unlocked the door and pushed it open. You gazed down at her and saw her worried eyes.

“If something happens I need you to teleport to abuelito and Chayannes to warn them okay?” You spoke to her firmly in hushed tones, being careful. Tallulah showed you the tiny purple stone for a quick getaway and indicated she understood.

The house was exactly as you left it, except for the suitcase and guitar bag resting against the sofa, which made you frown. Then realization settled in and a gasp escapes you.

Was he here?

Or was this another trick?

As you lowered your sword, you heard someone rustling down the ladder. The wood creaked with every step as the person in the yellow sweater came into view. With round glasses leaning down his nose, fluffy hair, and long limbs, you’d know him anywhere.

Wilbur felt relief wash over him as he stopped midway on the ladder and saw you staring at him in disbelief. as if he were a ghost. It pained him slightly. You couldn’t believe it.

Wilbur was back.

Tallulah peeked out from behind your legs and the tiny gasp she let out when she saw Wilbur. She ran into his arms and cried out;

"Papa!"

Wilbur grinned as his tearful daughter ran towards him. He scooped her up in a tight embrace as you watched, tears streaming down your own cheeks. He held her swinging back and forth gently trying to hush her cries. She was so happy to finally see him again. You had never seen such a wonderful sight of the two people you loved the most in this world.

“I missed you so much Tallulah!”

Wilbur rested his head on Tallulah’s and smiled sideways at you and reached out his arm. Without hesitation, you dropped your sword, which clanked loudly on the ground, and you rushed into his embrace.

You bury your face in his neck, holding onto his scent, his body, his everything. Never wanting to forget how he felt and sounded. Tears stream down your face, drenching his sweater, but you don't care. This time, they flow out of love and happiness, not frustration or sadness.

You all cried and held onto each other for dear life.

“I missed you so, so much my love,” he coos in your ear causing you to choke out a laugh. After missing his voice for months you were so elated to hear it again.

Wilbur sniffled as he squeezed you both tightly in his arms, never wanting to let go.

“I’m here my girls, and I am never gonna leave you again,” he whispers.

This was home.

End

[maeizy]

C!ranboo little sister x reader!

I HATE MYSELF RN, I LOST THE DANG REQEST THERE WAS TWO AND I REMEMBERED THE FIRST ONE- sjdjdnsidndoanfiehidn anyways the request was by @fantasyfiction-net ! and no I dont have a discord server yet! Ill try and make one though, ty for the advice! And yes I'd love to be freinds!!:D annnyways- ONWARD!!

INFO FOR REQESTS MY FANDOMS, AS WELL AS BLOG

GENRE: PURE FLUFF!<3

SYPNOSIS:x-reader where very young sibling,age 4-5. of C!ranboos, gets close with the sbi, Tubbo, philza, tommy ecr. To where he thinks they like the sbi more than him but they dont.

PRONOUNS: gn

TRIGGERS: getting hurt; (by water[since readers also half enderman]), no others!

Notes <3- totally didnt forget about this- I kinda hate it but its whatever I guess. Sorry for being so inactive as of kate, I'm making a lot of more fics, not in this fandom but in others like Lockwood and co ect. Please please please make sure to check out my blog info and my other stuff I have it linked in ever post :D sorry of this is trash but I hope y'all enjoy anyways.

you and ranboo where getting ready to go to philzas house it had just started to snow. you had always been fascinated by the white floating specs that reminded you of your very own purple ones that floated around you from time to time connecting to you to your ender man heritage.

"Y\N!" your older brother Ranboo yelled out as your tiny bare feet thudded out of the shack door breaking free from your bigger brothers arms to excitedly run out to the snow and attempt to flop down on it, but as soon as your bare skin touched the cold frozen flakes of water it burned, the excitement was then sucked away, as a searing pain tore through the pads of your exposed feet.

an enderlike screech of pain burst from your shocked mouth and purple particles was all your vision picked up on as you subconsciously teleported back, with a soft woosh, you popped back into the small space of the entrance of the Shack, that you and ranboo called home.

upright and confused, you where frantically holding your foot with a Audible "ow,ow,ow,ow,ow-" trying to balance on one leg and hopping backwards. already loosing your balance due to your freakishly long limbs for your age. (Thank your enderside) with a hiss you where sent wheeling back. being uncorranated as is, and then adding the fact you where standing how you where at the moment, you knock things down with you as you fall and land on your back with another shriek and a loud thump.

You let out another small, half hurt half annoyed huff, as tears formed at the ends of your green and red eyes. ranboo panicked running over in a semi-shocked state to grab onto you checking the red scorch marks on your left foot as you pushed yourself up on your elbows to let out another soft "ow" as he bent down to pick up your small 5 year old form.

being carefull not to bump into anything as he stumbled to set you on the staircase as he went to go grab some bandages rambling on with a " oh no!- I said to get your enchanted shoes on! Water hurts us-aww no please don't cry- healing poti-TUBBO"

The shorter boys head popped around the thrown open door as cold wind pushing its way in in a blizzard you hadn't noticed brewing till now, too focused on the throb in your foot.

The boys chipper voice was followed by ranboo half falling down the stairs to greet him and help you "Hi ran boo and- RANBOO WHY ARE THEY CRYING?!" ranboo fumbled with The wrappings as he wrapped it around the fresh wound " they went outside! in the snow! without enchanted boots and got hurt when it melted on them!" The little kid rushed over to tubbo hugging him tightly completely oblivious to ranboo who was trying to help; and ran into the shorter hybrids arms tubbo stooped to pick the younger child up as he set them down again on the staircase.

She wasn't full blown crying now, just sniffling as she tried to wipe of runaway tears as tubbo patted her head warmly with a small comforting grin to calm her nerves. she let the goat boy wrap the rest of the bandages around her foot then gave him an exited hug and a small. "thank you tubtub!" And got to her feet ignoring the ache and running to the front door to pick up her shoes, while ran boo wined a little at The younger boo and crossed his long arms in silent protest, giving a little huff of annoyance.

Tubbo chuckled "apparently she just likes me more" he said in a joking tone. But ranboo frowned "pftt-no.she-" tubbo laughed again as ranboos face turned a shade out of embarrassment. "whatever" he grumbled as he walked over to little y\n as she finished yanking the big enchanted boots onto her much smaller feet. she hummed with a happy little smile as he watched her with furrowed eyebrows standing their a little she got up humming a song tommy taught her and unconsciously grabbed his bigger hand bouncing as she pulled him outside "Phil's!phils!phils!" She chanted as her hand slipped from his when they got to the front porch of their small home in the snowy biome. Phil and technos conjoined house in the distance, lit with a warm light as the girl twirled through the snow twords it.

Ranboo teleported to the front step of philzas house with ease and tubbos head peeked out of the door of ranboos house, confused and annoyed, his shouts unheard as he ran across the landscape to join ranboo, and his sibling, who was huffing up the steps. "Cheater" you glared with a tired face. Your brother grinned as tubbo caught up. they didn't bother to knock as tubbo opened the door lazily and thunked his snow boots on the side of the doorframe. piles of snow landing on the hardwood deck from his boot.

The younger boo copied his actions holding onto the door frame for balance. And with a less powerful kick, her boot collided with the door, sending a little amount of Triump into the girl as she soon forgot about it and rushed into the house.

when she spotted philza and Wilbur having a chat in the kitchen she ran straight to them ranboo trailed aimlessly after her finding a spot next to tubbo as he chatted with tommy. Tomny and tubbo where fighting over who got the last peice of cake to which ranboo intervened and took it holding it above their heads while he took little pieces to eat himself while tommy and tubbo complained.

The little girl rushed over to hug phil who managed a "hey mate!" and patted her head and before he could say anymore she found techno who was talking to Wilbur.

"no -you have to kill them, then you can drag them into the-" he spotted the younger girls salt and pepper hair as she was silently staring curiously at him. He switched up his words as she walked up to him with a small cautious and confused face "kill someone?!" You questioned "uh-but of course we would skip the uh first step. and We would -drag them... to a nice place to have a talk-" she laughed hugging the pig-man who akwardly patted her back with a grimance. A glare shot from wilbur burned into technos skull.

You then hugged Wilbur who already had his arms stretched out. and with a warm smile she ran straight into him as she gripped his jumper with all her force. She leaned her small form back to Look up at his muddy eyes. With a mischievous grin then snatched his glasses off his scarred nose putting them on there face quickly, and dodging his long arms they Ignored the shouts of the older man. running off to find philzas arms to hide in. You darted into the living room, stopping shortly to take in there surroundings. the chatter from the boys, the sun streaming through the window, and the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen of whatever Phil was mixing up. it was comforting, but the loud footsteps behind them where not.

You couldn't make it to philza in time so you went to the person you would normally go for comfort, ranboo. Your brothers long limbs where crisscrossed on the floor and he silently nodded along as tubbo and tommy conversed. His green and red eyes found yours and his mouth turned into a grin and you sprinted twords him. Tommy spotted you coming there way and intervened "HEY y\n!" His bandaged arms opened wide, with a boyish toothy grin. Before you could decide who to go to, Wilbur rounded the corner. a glare set on his face as he squinted at her. "AHAHHHH" you ran straight into tommy.

the betrayal on ranboos face was prominent, his arms dropped slowly to his sides as his smile faded. though he didn't show it his heart panged a little As Tommy's arms locked in around you. He was supposed to be the one you ran too. He was your brother!

Wilbur barreled into the living room trying to take you from him. Tommy attempted to throw you on the couch and quickly cover you up with a pillow but it didn't work. The fight was over, Wilbur grabbed his glasses back off your defeaded half dead looking form and grabbed the pillow and proceeded to beat tommy with it.

You lifted yourself up, your hair now disheveled from the two brothers. You looked over to ranboo, your own brother, who looked a bit downtrodden. A wary smile was shot tword you, you huffed, feeling a bit tired you walked over to him, laying your head on his shoulder and gripping his arm "you ok big man?" He said as he patted your head lovingly "yes-can we go home now?" you yawned "we can- but I thought you wanted to hang out with techno, and tommy and-" " ranboo! I wanna spend time with you!" you smiled up at him, your eyes squinted. ranboo, forgetting you where a very unfiltered five year old died at your next words "Tommy's a little loud anyways-" he Busted open with laughter as wilbur did too, pausing over Tommy's defeated form on the spot on the floor where he had been being hit multiple times with the soft round throw pillow clutched in wills grip, tommy yelled in protest "HEY! I PROTECT YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME??" You look at him blankly " ummmmm- yes." Ranboo shoots grin his way, and scoops you up and grabs your shoes. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you could hear techno voice echo " the kid was right, you are really obnoxious tommy" and another yelp from the blonde boy as a pillow thrown from techno this time, hit him square in the face. another loud scream was heard this time from tubbo "GET WRECKED" and a bust of laughter was heard.

This was your family.

And as you grew up, it always stayed that way, no matter what you went through, this, what some would call a ragtag group. was stuck with you, as family and you were ok with that, as long as your big brother stuck by your side, you felt impossible.

[beeindaclouds]

Hello bee! Can i have a C!DSMP x nezuko reader? If you don't know nezuko you can make the reader a demon like bbh!

💮 anon

💮 anon, hii! Trust me, I know a lot about Demon Slayer, I've been an anime fan for waaay to long now lol

I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Demon!Reader

Includes C!: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Being a demon wasn't really your choice

Some are born with it and some accidentally become one after being bitten

You were, unfortunately, the former

Unspeakable things had been done to your village because of your uncontrollable form

But thanks to a certain demon, Badboyhalo, you were able to put your powers under control

Bad had to but you on a "no blood" diet to get your conscious back

And once you were back to normal you also had to keep on biting on a bamboo stick, kind of as a way to muzzle your own hunger

[a.n: just search "Nezuko" if you don't understand the whole "bamboo muzzle" thing]

During these months of recovery you had constant nightmares of the things you had done to your village

Luckily for you, Bad and Skeppy were great company. They really acted like your dads, which you found really comforting

Because of your "muzzle", you didn't talk much to anybody, but everybody in the SMP knew pretty much who and what you were

You had helped Dream and Punz numerous times whenever they needed your strength. You were completely oblivious to what you were helping them with, but wanted to be kind to everyone;

Sapnap and you shared a very close sibling-like bond. Being basically adopted by Bad and growing up togheter as siblings;

You didn't know much about George, other then the things Sapnap or Dream would tell you;

Sapnap and Bad had kept you away from getting close to any of the L'manburg civilians. But they especially kept you far awya from Wilbur, Phil and Techno, mostly for your safety

Karl and Quackity also treated you as a little sibling, probably because of your relationship w/ their fiancée. But you later were kept clueless from their whole "fighting" period

That didn't mean that you didn't meet atleast some of them

You especially liked Niki and Techno. Niki just had a naturally welcoming aura, while Techno had complimented your demon form and fighting style many times

When the egg first appeared, and your dad Bad started drifting apart from you, it led you to moving in with Auntie Puffy

While living with her you met Foolish and Sam, who would sometimes visit and hang out with you for a bit

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Alis Volat Propriis (He Flies by His Own Wings)

by The_Plant_Messiah

Tommy always wondered what Theseus looked like to others. Clad in black and crimson. Tall and looming. The gleam of blue, hateful eyes.

At least that’s what the wattpad fanfic had said.

That was another story for another time. Tubbo had taken a liking to reading aloud Theseus x Reader fics at 3 am without a warning.

Shaking his head of thoughts he zoned in on the task at hand. This would be simple.

He launched himself towards the dude with the pipe and interlaced his fingers through his hair and yanked back.

Words: 1649, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: DSMP - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, Sally the Salmon (Dream SMP), Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Sam | Awesamdude, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Captain Puffy (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Phil Watson | Philza/Phil Watson | Philza's Chat, SBI - Relationship, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Wingfic, Bird Hybrid Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Bird Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Wilbur Soot, piglin hybrid Sally the Salmon, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Supervillains, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Torture, Bench trio, Sleepy Bois Inc Week | SBI Week 2022, tommy is ace cuz I said so, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Wilbur Soot, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Dream is loosing his mind, poor Drista, broke bench trio, Villains, SBI are villians, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, twins duo, dirty crime boys, angel duo, Animal Instincts, preening, Sickness, idk how to tag, Syndicate

[thefanficmonster]

hey!! could i have some family hurt/comfort with the sbi (technoblade, wilbur, tommy & phil) with a sister reader? have a good day!! :)

Hell yeah you can! Hope you enjoy!

Sleepy Bois Inc & Sister!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of some family issues, breakups and disagreements, Swearng

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Technoblade

You and Techno haven't always been on the best of terms with him being an overprotective and overdramatic older brother and you his bratty younger sister who never wants to listen to him. That has often ended with him snitching on you to your parents which has only resulted in worse conflicts.

However, when your parents cut you off because you dropped out of college to pursue your dreams, his was the shoulder you cried on. His was the apartment you stayed in and the couch you slept on. With your limited knowledge of video and audio editing you helped out with his videos as much as you could while working your ass off with two jobs to provide you enough money for a secure future and also to compensate for living in your brother's apartment.

Truth be told, it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows for you in the world. Luckily, Techno is always there for you, building a one man support system for you.

"I don't know if I'm good enough to make it big, Tech. Maybe mom and dad were right. I'm just a dumb child that never wants to settle and put effort into anything." You whined one night, emotions a little amped by the few drinks you had with your colleagues after work. The two of you were sitting on the floor with your backs resting on the bottom of the couch lazily as you barely paid attention to some action movie he had chosen.

"First of all, mom and dad are rarely right, Y/N. If we listened to them, holy shit!" He chuckled, getting a laugh out of you too, "Second of all, you're the least dumbest child. Yeah, you may have some childish tendencies such as tantrums, but that doesn't change the fact that you're one of the most determined people I've ever met. And third..." He clinks his glass of water against yours. "You're not good enough, you're better than that."

Long story short, you’re on far better terms now than you have ever been before.

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Wilbur Soot

Wilbur and you may be twins but you’re polar opposites of one another but there’s one love you share - art. He’s chosen music, you’ve chosen theatre and have been pursuing an acting career for a long time while the band he’s in flourished. You often found yourself celebrating his successes alongside him and his bandmates, allowing yourself to momentarily forget your own failures.

“I swear I’m one rejection away from just becoming a barista or a waitress cause I’m clearly not cut out for this actress shit.“ You complained to him one time while the two of you sat around as he wrote lyrics for a new song that had popped up in his mind.

“Maybe you’re not...“ He said absentmindedly, not looking up from his notebook.

“Gee, thanks.“ You rolled your eyes, twirling a pen between your fingers.

“No, I mean it. You’re maybe not cut out for this but for something else.“ With that being said, he handed you the notebook where he’d written down a short verse. He smiled at you, nodding at the messily written lyrics, “Sing it as you think it should sound.“

You maybe had been unsure then, but your present self is more than happy - because she’s now in Lovejoy herself. 

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Tommyinnit

Tommy and you bickered on good terms frequently but then again there were times when you’d be real shits to each other. Despite being older, you never followed through with the rule of letting him win, refusing to give into his bratty behavior even more.

But even Tommy knows his limits and he knew that the last thing you needed was his mocking and infuriating comments when you came back home in tears. You were supposed to meet with your boyfriend and it didn’t take the then 12 year old blonde to put two and two together and feel the immense need to kick that jerk’s ass.

“Hey, you ok, Y/N?“ He cautiously asked, resting on the stair banister as if afraid to climb down the last few stairs to get to your sobbing form that had curled up on the couch in a self-protective fetal position.

“Go away, Tommy.“ You’d weakly said. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You were a full blown legal adult which is mainly why you felt like the biggest fucking loser, sobbing like a child in front of your brother.

Tommy stayed quiet, climbing down the last few stairs and approaching the couch as if coming close to a rabid animal. You were lying with your back turned to him so you hadn’t seen him come closer which is why his voice startled you.

“Wanna egg his house?“

That’s when you knew the kid was onto something.

You turned to look at him with this menacing look in your eyes which his mirrored right back at you, “Hell fucking yeah.“

Who knew that just three years later you’d be egging the house of his ex - what can I say, good times.

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Philza

It’s safe to say you were a united front about everything growing up, doing shit together so both of you could get in trouble accordingly to avoid one running off scot-free. To be fair, there was a likelier chance you’d be allowed to pursue you shenanigans no matter what they were. You’d flay some sporty games he came up with and he’d agree to play your artsy games like painting and redesigning old clothing.

That clothing is still in your apartment which you two share, now both in the shenanigans of streaming and content creating on several platforms with you being more into DIY stuff and him gaming but that was to be foreseen.

“Y/N!“

“What?!”

“Can you make a design for my merch!?“

“Say no more!”

All his merch he owes to you, but he never fails to mention to his friends and fans how lucky he is to have such a talented sister. You consider yourself the lucky one though - without Phil you’d never be able to show your true talent.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Little Intruder

localsimp-queen

Yoooooooooo, I have a request for you, I did my research to see if it was okay and if they are comfortable with it, and so I was if you could a Tommyinit X toddler reader, where Tommy left his room because he had to do something really quick leaving, Phil, willbur and techno to entertain his viewers ( They were playing together or whatever you want them to be doing) and little 4 your old reader comes in and some how menages to but the head set on and stars being adorable.

A/N: I know this probably isn't my best story. I'm sorry. I had a really hard time writing this one. I couldn't figure out how to start it. Hope it isn't too bad!

Pairing: Tommy x Toddler reader

Type of Story: Family

Warnings: Nothing I can think of

Summary: Tommy walks out and you wander in and entertain the stream.

*Not Proof Read*

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" How long does it take to get a drink? " Technoblade mutters while stealing Tommy's wheat. It's been about ten minutes since the teen disappeared to grab a drink and the others have been waiting to head to the nether.

" Doo do do doo. " Wilbur hums happily while placing a third layer of blocks around Tommy's avatar.

" What are you doing? " Philza laughs while looking at Tommy's makeshift prison.

" That's for taking my diamonds. " Wilbur answers happily. " The next layer's going to be obsidian. Then I'm thinking some lava. "

" Wilbur. " Philza shakes his head with a smile.

A soft giggle fills the room, confusing the men streaming.

A small child pokes their head into the room before pushing open the door fully. Y/N waddles into the room, carrying a stuffed creeper under their arm.

" What the hell is that? " Wilbur asks in surprise.

" A cyclops. No a child, obviously. " Techno says while returning to his previous tasks.

" Probably Tommy's sibling or something. " Philza points out.

" Makes sense. "

Y/N wanders towards the streaming set up before climbing onto Tommy's chair. They reach towards a large headset, mimicking actions they'd seen their older brother do before by putting them on.

Y/N stares into the dark screen in front of them, leaning their tiny body closer. Music softly fills their ears.

" Creeper. OoOo. " Wilbur starts humming, the creeper plushy suddenly reminding him of the song.

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise at the voice that comes through the headset. " Whoa. Hi! " They shout happily while waving quickly.

They look around, attempting to find the source of the voice.

" Aw hi! " Philza greets in return.

Y/N beams widely. " Dis is Bee Bo! " The child shows off their creepy stuffy. " I love him. Tom-Tommy gave it me! " Y/N snuggles against their stuffy, earning an 'aw' from Wilbur and a laugh from Philza.

" The kid has good taste. " Techno approves of the toy choice.

Y/N giggles and starts spinning around in Tommy's chair. " Guess what! "

" What? " Wilbur smiles. The kid was very adorable.

" I can count to ten! "

" Oo that's cool. " Philza chuckles.

" Yeah! Wanna hear? " Y/N doesn't wait for a reply. " One, two, tree, four, seven, six, eight, nine, ten! "

No having the heart to break it to the kid they got some of it wrong, Philz just compliments them. " Good job kiddo! That's amazing. You're so smart. "

" Thank you! I like the movie Frozen. I wanna be Elsa for Halloween. I like her-her ice powers! " Y/N goes on for a little rant about Frozen and Elsa, sending the Chat into a cuteness overload. " Olaf is my mummy's favorite character. "

" He's pretty cool. " Wilbur agrees. " So is Elsa. "

" Elsa's awesome! "

" HEY! " A loud voice booms. " What are you doing here? " Tommy's eyebrows narrow slightly as he hurries back into the room.

" I'm talking to the people in your computer! I showed them-I showed them Bee Bo and I counted for them! " Y/N states proudly while smiling up at Tommy.

Tommy sighs slightly. " You're supposed to be taking a nap right now. "

" I don't wanna. 'M not tired. " Y/N frowns.

Tommy shakes his head while smiling slightly. " I'll take those. " Tommy snatches the headphones gently from Y/N's head. " I'm back boys! Sorry Mum left and she wanted me to put away some things real quick. I've got to go put Y/N down for a nap. "

" NO! No nap! " Y/N shakes her head. " I wanna stay with you. "

Deciding not to argue with the stubborn toddler, Tommy picks up his younger sibling and places them on his lap. " Fine I guess you can stay. But you have to try to go to sleep. "

Y/N rolls their eyes and starts playing with Bee Bo.

Tommy holds back his anger when he discovers how he's been buried alive by Wilbur, for Y/N's sake. His mother would kill him if he taught Y/N another swear word.

" Wilbur! " Tommy hisses. " You bi-brat! Ahh! "

" HAHAHAHAHA! " Wilbur cackles. " Have fun with that! Where's your enchanted armor again, Tommy? Your basement, right? I've been needing some new armor..."

" Don't you dare! "

" Tommy shh. Y/N fell asleep. " Philza alerts Tommy.

Apparently Y/N really had been sleepy.

Y/N cuddles into Tommy more, snuggling Bee Bo with one arm and sucking on the thumb on their other hand, a bad habit their parents had been trying to break Y/N out of.

" I better go guys. I gotta put Y/N down. " Tommy says quieter than he usually talks.

A collective of 'byes' are said from the discord call and Tommy ends the stream.

Tommy carefully shifts Y/N over in his arms so he can pick them up better. He walks down the hallway towards Y/N's room where he gently sets them down. He covers Y/n up with a small minecraft theme blanket he got for their birthday and brushes some hair out of their face. " Love you, kiddo. " Tommy says while turning off the light and leaving the room.

[simpformoonkight]

Awesamdude : y/n, truth or dare?

Y/n : truth

Awesamdude : when was the last time you slept?

Y/n : ... Dare

Awesamdude : go to sleep

Y/n : I don't like this game.. :-:

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Y/n : I once slept for a day and then I just stayed awake for like- three days :)

Philza : when I meet you irl I will personally throw you into the sun :)

_____________________

Awesamdude : have you drank water today?

Y/n : does energy drink /coffee/iced coffee coun—

Awesamdude : no it doesn't go drink water.

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Y/n : we are very creative people

Wilbur : what do you create?

Tommy and y/n : chaos

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The bench trio + y/n : whoops

Philza : whoops? Whoops?!—

Wilbur : this is not a "whoops" situation. We are far past whoops. Whoops is a dastant spec in the rear view mirror. We are solidly in "oh fuck" territory, and I expect you to act like it!

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Some gen z reader x dsmp members :))

[your-local-biromantic-ace]

It was never meant to be

͟͟͞͞➳ SBI [ Sleepy bois Inc x Reader ] [ Mainly Tommy and Phil ]

͟͟͞͞➳ Angst

͟͟͞͞➳ Platonic

͟͟͞͞➳ Pronouns of (y/n) - They/them

͟͟͞͞➳ TW - Descriptions of panic attacks , death of characters , cursing.

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 ₊˚꒰꒰[Author's note - some angst cause I'm writing after a really long time, hope y'all will like it! And also please excuse any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors, english isn't my first language ( ´･ω･) ]₊˚ˑ

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"It was never meant to be... "

Wilbur said as he pushed the wooden button which laid there on the dusty cobblestone, triggering the stacks of tnt which were hidden underneath the surface. Wilbur was soon pulled away by Philza, in order to not get hurt, Phil held him tight, covering Wilbur with his large wings, protecting him from getting burned, not caring if the beautiful raven feathers burn to ashes, as long as his son, Wilbur is okay, he is willing to sacrifice his own wings. Wilbur, slowly closed his eyes as tears spilled from his eyes.

The loud sounds of explosions started to drown. Phil let go of Wilbur , his wings now completely damaged. He looked back as saw a large crater which has now replaced the then nation . Phil's eyes widened in shock as his eyes looked around , taking in the whole scenario, picking on sounds of distant screams of shock from the audience. The explosion completely destroyed L'manburg. Phil started to step back, unable the comprehend the damage as Wilbur stepped in front, taking a good look . His lips formed a sinister smile as he screamed

" MY L'MANBURG PHIL, MY L'MANBURG, MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY IF I CAN'T HAVE IT NOONE CAN! "

He immediately turned around, moving closer to Phil, grabbing by his shoulders and saying—

"Kill me Phil, kill me. "

Enchanting the words 'kill me' to Phil , causing Phil to be more distressed than he already was

" Wha— Wh— I — YOU'RE MY SON! " Phil exclaimed as he pushed Wilbur away .

Wilbur instead handed him a sword,

"LOOK PHIL, HOW MUCH WORK WAS PUT INTO THIS ITS ALL GONE NOW! " Wilbur exclamed as he stepped closer to to Phil, as he held the front of the sword Phil held, and plunged into himself.

Phil's eyes spilled down tears as he saw his son collapsing to the ground, Phil quickly trying to get hold of him . Wilbur now rested his head on Phil's lap, his breathing slowing down.

" Nononono hang on there Wil, my son hang in there, you'll be okay please keep your eyes open please, look at me —" Phil rambled and sobbed for his son.

" I'm sorry dad.... " Wilbur mumbled, it was getting difficult for him to breathe

" Shhh.... It's okay it's okay— " Phil said, his voice getting weaker as he stuggled to fight the urge to burst into tears .

Phil looked straight and he saw The Goddess of Death, his darling wife, Kristen. Beside her stood his son, Wilbur, and a small child who looked similar to (y/n) when they were a child, he can't wait to meet his other kids, it has been years. Wilburdoes look a lot like Kristen. Phil thought, cherishing the two.

" Tell Tommy and Techno that I'll miss them." Wilbur as he and the child dissapeared into the light with Death .

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" Where is Wilbur? "

Tommy as as he walked around, searching for Wilbur who was missing since the half-way of the war , asking the same question to people, but his question was unheard as they were excited and screaming, celebrating their victory.

.......

The sounds of enjoyment was soon replaced by one with panic as hundreds of tnt exploded, causing the deaths of few residents, injuring thousands. Tommy used his hands as shield to protect his face and as soon as there were no more tnt explosions Tommy had one mission in his mind. Get to Tubbo and Wilbur as soon as possible .

Tommy rushed to find Tubbo, pushing away anyone who came in his way.

" TUBBO!! TUBBO!! " He screamed, in hopes that Tubbo may hear him and scream back in response. But alas, it was nearly impossible for Tubbo, that to if he is alive , to hear Tommy's voice in such chaos.

Tommy luckily found Tubbo at a bridge, unharmed and quickly gave him spare armour to wear.

Then at a distance, he saw Wilbur, and Phil? What was he doing here? —

He saw Wilbur get stabbed in the stomach by Phil . His eyes widened in horror.

"Wha- what? " He mumbled in shock.

His mind couldn't process any emotions, was he feeling sad? Happy? The shock was too powering to evoke an —

" STAY BACK EVERYONE " Tommy heard someone shout, he looked in the direction of the voice and saw Technoblade, holding a bow, threatening to shoot anyone who came closer to him.

.

.

.

"YOU WANT TO BE A HERO TOMMY? " Techno said while he placed soulsand on the ground, then taking out wither skeleton skull from a bag

" YOU WANT TO BE A HERO , THEN DIE LIKE ONE! " Techno said as he placed the last wither skull, a wither formed, to destroy anything that moves.

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After a long struggle , all withers were destroyed, temporarily causing an end to the war and constant struggle. Few collapsed on their knees to catch a breath, finally relieved from the unending war . Everyone were silent, nor joy neither sorrow filled the atmosphere just silence, until the silence was broken .

" Wait, where's (y/n) ? " Niki said, still trying to get her breath steady

Then everyone looked at each other upon the realisation of lack of (y/n) 's presence. Friends of (y/n) or people who knew (y/n) were worried. The one who was most paranoid was Tommy. His stomach became upset and he feared that something bad might've happened to (y/n) . He with almost everyone immediately started searching for (y/n) .

" (Y/N) !! (Y/N)!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!? " Tubbo shouted but unfortunately no response.

Time went by, people started to give up and return to the crater, there were way more important things to worry about at the moment .

Tommy's panic worsened, no sign or response from (y/n) . Then, as he sat down one one of the ruined brick walls to catch a breath, he saw blood dripping to the ground, between the pile of ruins of houses and lands, was a hand, wearing a beautiful red bracelet . Tommy's eyes widened as he rushed towards the pile, hoping that it didn't happen. Stuggleing to get bricks, broken walls of concrete off the body, he caught the attention of others, who soon started helping him. Upon removing the last piece that hid the body, laid there was a very messed up face. A face that was so fucked up no one could recognise who it was, blood was everywhere. People could see the horror and looked away. Tommy stared at the face, what was he feeling? It was numbness, he blankly stared at the face not saying anything.

No one wanted to believe it was their beloved (y/n)'s body, more so that the face was barely recognisable. Gloom once again filled the atmosphere. Everyone collectively agreed to bury the body in a graveyard and announce (y/n) is missing. The bracelet removed from the hand and was given to Tommy.

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Few months have now passed, the era of new L'manburg began with Tubbo as the president . Everything seemed to be normal, although some things weren't back to normal, for example, the delicious smell of cakes, biscuits and other baked goods that came from Niki's Bakery , the cheerful atmosphere in L'manburg caused by the kids (y/n, tubbo and child) , the usual trobbles that were caused by Tommy, not that he doesn't cause trouble, he does but that seemed to have reduced since (y/n)'s disappearance. Tommy, sometimes along with Phil would usually visit Wilbur's grave, the grave of the body found also laid beside Wilbur's. Tommy would always sit near the grave, and ramble about his day, sometimes when sad he would hold the bracelet close to himself, dearly missing (y/n), how they would cheer him up whenever he's feeling down.

One day, when visiting the grave with Phil, they saw a translucent body floating near Wilbur's grave, probably talking to the grave. The body looked back to see who's footsteps they could hear and their lips formed a toothy grin as they float towards the two who stood there frozen, was it real, was it actually........

" (y/n) ? " Phil's voice broke the short silence, bringing Tommy back to reality

" Toms! Dadza! Long time no see! How are you? " (y/n) cheerly said as they styod in front of them, happiness radiating from (y/n).

" (Y/N)! Dear what happened to you why are you like this!? " Phil quacked as he cupped the cheeks of the translucent body, who giggled in return.

"It's because I lost all my lives dad! I'm a ghost now! Look I can fly!! " (y/n) exclaimed as they then proceeded to do a backflip in the air to show their dad.

Then it struck Phil. The memories of the short visit of death, the last visit of Wilbur, the child who shyly hid behind death... Was – (y/n). That day he lost two of his children, and didn't even notice. A tear slipped from Phil's eyes. Then there was Tommy, completely shocked, that info was too much for him to process, his whole body started to shake, his knees weakened, they could hold his weight anymore, his breath quickened, eyes watering, heart pounding loudly, seemed like they were trying to escape from his chest, he felt like he was losing grasp of reality. Was (y/n) really dead? No way this has to be some kind of prank, but the body is really translucent and looks a lot like (y/n) . Please nonononono this can't be happening, the person who was there for him the most, besides Wilbur is dead. Nonononono why why why why!? This is just a nightmare Tommy wake up wake up wake up WAKE U—

" TOMMY!!? " (y/n) yelled, desperately trying to shake Tommy into reality but barely failed in attempt as ghosts can't really touch soild bodies or human being.

" Tommy take deep breaths, breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out " (y/n) directed , trying to get the blonde's breathing stable.

" Now, Tommy, can you list atleast 5 things you can see? " (y/n) requested as they saw Tommy breathing getting stable.

Tommy slowly opened his eyes half way, trying to see and state.

" Sky......., grass, you....., " Tommy stated, it was pretty hard to see through blurry eyes.

" Good! Two more ,you can do it. " (y/n) praised Tommy.

"G- grave , stone. " Tommy stuttered.

" Good job! , now tell me 4 things you can touch . "

" Hair...... , y-you.... Cold. "

"Yes, I know I'm cold, ghost are always cold , good job keep going, two more left"

" Grass , fabric "

" Great job!! Now let's go on to 3 things you can hear " (y/n) went on, and did the rest of the senses, it helped Tommy calm down, at the end (y/n) gave Tommy chocolate.

" You did great Tommy! Here, have this , Enjoy! " (Y/n) said, returning to their cheery usual self.

Yup, that's definitely (y/n) . Tommy thought, still sad about his sibling's death . Phil just stood there, all he could do was just admire the ghost of this sweet child for now. (Y/n) roamed around the field, chasing butterflies, and giggling among themselves.

It was great that (y/n) was back after months of disappearing but at what cost? A brother still lost his sibling and a father lost his child. It truly was never meant to be .

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Authors note ; again - I sorry if the ending a little boring and rushed ( which I'm sure is) ! I was running out of ideas and i can do better, thanks for reading! Make sure eat, drink some water and have some rest! It's important for you and your body!

- Author over and out

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[prismasnotebook]

DSMP Big Brother HeadCanons

Includes: Sapnap, BBH, George, Philza

Sapnap:

Sapnap is the type of brother to give you as much hell as possible

• Would actively say slightly embarrassing things in front of your crush just to piss you off

• However he would also be the first person to stand up for you if anyone tried to speak ill of you

• Would also most likely fart like right beside you and walk away just because

BBH:

Bad is the type of brother that acts more like a parent than a sibling

• He’s tell you adamantly not to do stuff or you when you do

• But he also would never snitch you out if you got yourself into some serious trouble. He’d just take care of everything, and then go on a long winded rant of all the reasons you shouldn’t have done it

• Really does have only the best intent

George:

George is what I would call a traditional sibling

• Yells at you to get out of his room, turns around ask if you want to go get fast food like five minutes later

• Gets annoyed if you’re taking to long in the bathroom, and would intentionally take longer when he’s in there and you need in

• Would tease you about secrets you’ve shared with him in private, but would never utter a word to anyone else about it

Philza:

Brother that’s more like a best friend

• takes you to do things with him, and actually wants to hang out with you

• feels bad if he ever hurts your feelings in anyway

• tried his best to be their for all your best moments and be supportive

• But siblings inevitably fight, and he’s definitely the type to lightly blackmail you to get a moment away from or to make your teasing stop

• just something like “if you don’t quit I’m going to tell all of the people we know about the time that you … “

• would never actually do it though

My Masterlist

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself. 

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win. 

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!” 

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them. 

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points. 

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders. 

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed. 

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough. 

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once. 

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed. 

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation. 

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out. 

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history. 

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test. 

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test. 

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them. 

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain. 

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match. 

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump. 

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down. 

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did. 

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly. 

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them. 

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly. 

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home. 

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out. 

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot. 

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!” 

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually. 

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp. 

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders. 

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations. 

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all. 

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better. 

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you. 

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest. 

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears. 

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.” 

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient. 

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back. 

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway. 

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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[fr1d4y-wr1t1ng]

Crime Child, Taken LITERALLY.

That's so hot that you almost got arrested 💿 anon 😫😫😫‼️‼️.

Request: YESSS!!

Genre: Familal Imagine.

CW: Arrest and some minor talk of murder.

Characters in Post: Philza, Techno, Wilbur, & Tommy.

Description: Your night was shitty, as you rode in the police car you couldn't help but wonder what your family would think.

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” You shouted at the man cuffing your hands. You were frustrated, you didn’t do anything wrong! You didn’t know it was private property! Oh god, what would Wilbur think- not just Wilbur but Dad think? You started to freak out as you and your friend were put into the police car, these men taking you to jail all because the two of you didn’t realize that you were on private property.

Your mind started to soar as the vehicle started to move, your friend attempted to make conversation but… you were lost in your thoughts. You were worried about how your family would think of you once you got out. Would they scold you? Hate you? Or… worse. But you didn’t want to think about all the shitty things that could happen after the fact. All you felt like focusing on was getting into jail.

As you arrived into the horrid place, they offered you and your friend to call your parents before anything else happened. Of course, you jumped at the opportunity, just needing to get this stupid “crime” off of your chest. As you started to dial your home number, you started to shake a bit as you heard a small answer on the other side.

“If this is about those orphans, I don’t know anything about it.” Your brother, Technoblade mumbled into the phone. You took a deep breath as you answered, “Techno, it’s me.” you heard a small pause before the piglin man answered, “I- You’re in jail y/n?” You quickly started to explain the situation of how a night at the grave-yard turned into a police chase. You didn’t realize that this specific yard was privately owned, you thought that since the only fence was of the neighbouring house that it was public and you and your friend could hang out there.

You softly sighed as you finished your explanation, “and… that’s how I’m here. Can you pick me up please?” You heard laughter over the line, confusion consumed your expression as Techno replied, “Trespassing is a lame crime to get arrested for. If you’re gonna get arrested, make it murder.” You softly chuckled at his small quip, you think he’s trying to make you feel better and… you guessed it was working. But then you heard a small breath over the phone as Techno continued, “but yeah, we can pick you up.” you smiled as the policeman looked at you. “Thanks, Tech.” you mumbled as you hung-up the phone.

It took a long while for your family to get there, but when they arrived you could tell that they were just as frustrated and confused as you were. But before you knew it you ended up in the backseat, squished between Wilbur and Tommy. The blonde boy looked over to you, a smirk on his face as he said, “Ya’ know, I didn't think you'd take the ‘crime child’ thing literally.” As your father laughed Wilbur smacked the back of Tommy’s head, a small gasp and arguing starting as your Dad sighed and turned on some music.

Yeah, your night ended up shitty, of course. But your family was there to make it better… in their own special ways. And hey, you wouldn't trade this for the world.

[wrenqueenisboss]

Game night with the SBI

Characters: Technoblade, gn!reader, Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Ranboo Warnings: cursing Summary: Technoblade playing monopoly is shockingly different from Techno in real life

He was usually an anarchist. Usually so against the constructs of governments and money. “Capitalism keeps people poor. You have to work three jobs to just stay alive. It just isn’t fair.” But... monopoly was an entirely different story.

You were dying of laughter as your boyfriend moved his piece around the board. You didn’t need to play, having spent all your money unwisely and succumbing to Philza’s railroads and Tommy’s utility squares. You and Wilbur had already been knocked out of the game. It let you laugh more, which was always good. 

“What the fuck, Techno?!” Tommy shouted. “Why the hell are you so good at this game?!”

You giggled, desperately trying to suppress a cackle.

Ranboo, the banker for this game, handed the pink-haired man the $200 he earned from passing “go.”

Wilbur chimed in. “Normally, you’re like,” he shifted his voice into an atrocious imitation of his twin’s voice. “’Fuck capitalism. It sucks. The system sucks ass.’”

You actually laughed, which made your boyfriend smile. He then turned back to Wil. “Yes, capitalism does ‘suck ass’ but this is monopoly.”

You giggle again, simply unable to stop yourself. “In monopoly everything is dIfFeReNT,” you mocked Techno.

“Sorry,” Techno shrugged apologetically, humor sparkling in his eyes. “if you wanted to win, you should have tried being less poor.”

[soothinglee]

❝ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU❞

song- “Once More to See you” by Mitski for full effect.

warnings- mention of blood and death, angst.

back | forward

‘She died because you’ the thought flies around his head over and over agian as he carries your body to the house.

‘Phil’s gonna hate you.’

‘He’s gonna disown you’

The sunlight Shines down on you as you walk. Hitting your neck at a angle...it lights upon the scar you got as you fell. Covering your entire neck..

Tommy wobbles to keep balance as he walks.

Treading through the thick snow and blood droplets from your head slowly trickle in a path.He cant bare to look at you, the instant visual of you hitting that rock covers his entire mind when he does. It makes him sick.He shifts you in his arms, carrying you bridal style as you threaten to slip through his grasp. Wings held around you.

The sun starts to set over the horizon, how long have they been out?

‘you killed his baby’

He looks up and sees Philza peeking out the glass window. Right then and there he cries, falling to his knees in the wet snow, he looks down upon you for the first time in 40 minutes. You looked so...peaceful. What did he do?The look of panic crosses over Philza’s face as he rushes out of the wooden door after seeing you lay helpless in Tommys thin arms.

“MY BABY!” He screams, rushing over to Tommy taking you out of his hands and into his. “WHAT DID YOU DO THOMAS?”

He hasn't called him that in forever.

“I-I...” He stutters, feeling overwhelmed and confused. He looks off to the side.

Philza puts you down softly and forcefully grabs Tommy by the collar to make him look at him.Tommy whips his head around, the look of bewilderment crosses his eyes and mouth. 

“I SAID WHAT DID YOU DO? LOOK AT ME!”

Tears creep into his sockets as he shakes his head “Im sorry. Im so so sorry. Forgive me please. I didn't mean to, I promise.” His voice cracks in distress.

Philza lets go of his collar as he engulfs him into a hug after seeing him break down “Oh Tommy, my boy. I know, I know.. Let it out” As his own tears fall down his rosy cheeks.

So there they sit, hugging each other as your body lay just a couple feet away, facing the sun. Oh, wouldn't he just give one more to see you?

(NGL Cried while making this, I hope you enjoyed. Its a little short ik im sorry)

[angel-anoetic]

A Philza one where reader writes ballades and is also immortal and Philza's travel companion could be pretty cool

Of course! I love this idea. Why are anons better at coming up with plots better than me?! Anywho, here it is, thank you so much and enjoy!!

c!Philza & gn!Reader - Wanderer

Genre: /plat, immortal Phil and reader

Warnings: None!

More: pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5

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Phil and you met one night many years ago, a lifetime really if you wanted to be exact. You had found him, injured on an old dirt path, weak but strangely alive. You'd taken care of him, but he could never really stay still long.

"Thank you, but you really don't have to tag along, I never really know where I'm going."

"Neither do I." You smiled. He shrugged and began his journey, you tagging along. He noticed soon after that he was traveling less and less each day, which he blamed on you stopping to examine flowers and animals you two would stumble upon.

He viewed you as a younger sibling that he never had, or at the very least didn't remember. To you, Phil was the older brother you had lost years ago. He guided you and even taught you how to navigate your way through the many biomes that you stumbled upon.

One night he awoke to a small light in the fireplace of the home you both had been luckily allowed to stay in. He got himself out of the makeshift bed and walked to see what was going on. To his surprise, you were sitting beside it, scribbling away at a small journal that was falling apart at the seams.

"What are you doing? We have a long way to make tomorrow."

You looked up, surprise to see him awake. "Sorry that I woke you. I was just writing down some thoughts I had."

He sat next to you. "May I?" He motioned towards the book. You nodded and handed it to him softly.

He took a few minutes to read. Ballads, some longer than others and about a variety of subjects as well.

"Did you write all of this?" He continued flipping through the pages.

"Yeah, as you know, after a few decades, the technology gets boring. But the art...the words that people leave behind, that's what will never leave my soul."

He chuckled, agreeing.

"This stuff isn't bad. You've got real talent."

"Thank you." He handed the book to you, yawning.

"You should probably get back to bed. I don't want you to pull a muscle tomorrow old man."

He laughed, punching your shoulder lightly, "Whatever, I'm literally like, two centuries older than you."

"You're ancient!" He got up, flipping you off, and made his way back to his bed.

You looked back to the book. You often wondered where you would be if you hadn't found Phil. Perhaps you'd still be stuck to your old ways. You defiantly wouldn't be in a town. You would be finding your way along the ocean, or among the stars.

But you wouldn't trade it for the world. Seeing Phil grow had been an honor. His seeing you grow was just as great. Friends by choice, but sibling by chance, in a way.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

This is my first time asking but can you do a fic (CC or C) where the SBI views Reader (He/They if you can) as an older sibling (or is their older sibling if it's C!SBI) and Wilbur and Techno fight on who's Reader's favorite.

Cue Philza (C R O W F A T H E R) breaking up the fight and being like "This is the nth fight you've guys had this week, and it's only tuesday)." After finding out what the recent fight was about, Philza, trying not to laugh, tells the two to follow him to go see Reader and Tommy doing something fluffy. From there on, Wil's and Tech's minds are like "so we have competition."

Bonus: Tommy is aware that he is Reader's favorite and gloats about it to Wil and Tech when reader is away.

Sorry if it's too long but I always love Sibling SBI dynamics

I really liked this idea, sibling SBI will always have a soft spot in my already super soft heart, but anyways I have no idea how well written this is but it was really cute and I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy! :] /pos

Summary: Wilbur and Techno both believe they are your favorite younger brother, Phil and Tommy say otherwise

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: He/They

[A/n]: Requests are still closed sadly, I am trying to clear out what is currently there and start with a clean state!

“I’m clearly the favorite.” Techno scoffed at Wilbur’s statement.

“If you were the favorite then why does (Y/n) spend so much time training with me? It’s almost like he enjoys my company more than yours.” Techno’s reply did nothing more than add fuel to the fire, sparking yet another argument between the two boys.

“What are you two going on about now? Don’t you have chores to be doing?” Philza’s questions were rhetorical but he was hoping it would be enough to silence the two boys. The week had barely begun and they had been caught several times getting into verbal arguments over, what seemed to be, the same topic.

“Dad, tell Techno that I’m (Y/n)’s favorite!”

“No way! They clearly like me better!” Philza was quick to break things up before the two started to argue again.

“Oh dear, what am I going to do with you two.” It was then that Phil had remembered something, motioning for his two middle sons to follow him. Earlier he had tasked Tommy with cleaning his room, which had become a mess over the weekend, and you had offered to help the young boy who whined at his father’s request. It wasn’t difficult for Phil to see how you doted on the young boy, your youngest brother, always helping him with simple tasks and spending a majority of your time around him. Despite his troublesome nature, the small blonde had grown to be your favorite of the three, and he was certainly vocal about it.

It wasn’t hard to recall numerous times when you had left with Techno or Wilbur, or even when Tommy had left with Phil to run simple errands, that the boy boasted about how he was your favorite. Of course, his siblings took this with a grain of salt, clearly, their obnoxious younger brother was playing a trick on them. Though now they weren’t entirely sure.

There in Tommy's freshly cleaned room sat the two of you, it was almost difficult to make out but you were showing off some of your beloved trinkets to the young boy, allowing him to handle and try on whichever ones he desired.

“What! He’s never let me touch any of his treasures before!” Techno whisper shouted, hardly able to contain his disbelief.

“Touch? They’ve never even told me about half those things before!!” Wilbur spoke in the same, disbelieving, hushed tone. It only took a moment for the two boys to lock eyes, challenging each other for a moment before settling on a new target. Neither of them could be your favorite if Tommy held that title, after all, how could you ever pick them over your precious little Tommy.

“We gotta eliminate Tommy.”

“I agree.”

“Don’t bother your younger brother. You both know (Y/n) cares about you a lot, Tommy is the youngest, of course, he’s going to spoil him a little more.” Phil shooed his middle sons away from the bedroom, leaving you and Tommy to continue in what you had been doing from the start.

“Now I don’t want to hear any more arguing from either of you. If I hear any more arguments over this topic any time in the next month and you’ll have double the chores. Understood?”

“Yes sir!” “Understood!” The two responded in unison, neither wanting double chores no matter how deeply they felt about the topic.

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