#philza x you

[sardonic-the-writer]

VALENTINES DAY WITH THE SBI <3

• You hadn't been with the Sleepy Boys for too long, being a guest they had taken in until further notice had that affect after all, so when valentines day rolled around, you hardly noticed at first

• The only thing that clued you in at first was the way Wilbur used it as an excuse to share his plethora of sappy love songs

• Not to say he didn't already do that on the regular—he just had an excuse this particular day

• Chances are he ushers you, Phil, Tommy and Techno onto the living couch while he sits opposite all of you, strumming a tune about a mysterious stranger that had stolen his heart (often times maintaining soft eye contact with you all the while)—only pausing at the end to enthusiastically ask your opinions

• "I think it was shit. Where's all the men and the money and the riches Wil."

• "Tommy, I swear to god mate. One of these days, Wil's gonna smack you upside the head and I'm not gonna do anything about it."

• Tommy has spent every valentines day so far pretending to throw up at every romantic gesture he happens to stumble across according to Phil. Even if it's just a pink heart.

• He had been doing this ever since anyone could remember apparently, so it was to be expected at this point

• Secretly, though, he likes to think about everyone's reactions to him giving them a flower. He'd give you a daisy specificly, probably braiding a few stray ones into a flower crown for your hair like Tubbo had taught him. But he eventually decides that would be too babyish, and resorts back parading around the house while whining about love and how stupid it was

• Unlike Tommy's drastic change in behavior however, the only difference between normal Techno and Techno on valentines day, is that if you asked him enough times, he would read some of his greek mythology books out loud to you

• "Heyyyy Techno. Nice weather were having huh?"

• "S litteraly stormin outside (Y/n)."

• "Uh. Well. Rain, er, am I right?"

• "Jus' get in here so I can read to you already."

• Funnily enough, he always chose romance stories. Or at the very least, the few happy ones that existed in mythology, just for you

• The tale of Eros and Psyche happened to be your favorite. And each time you asked, Techno would turn back to the beginning to read it again, a faint smile on his face at your own

• At one point Wilbur had passed by Technos room, momentarily seeing through the cracked door the sight of you laying your head in Technos lap gently as he read to you

• Later when he brought it up to the pinkette, he had gotten a book thrown at his head and was told to never mention that to Phil

• Phil himself spends most of valentines day looking out the window and up into the sky quietly, petting one of his crows slowly. Like he was waiting for something. Someone.

• But in the meantime, while he waited, Phil was perfectly happy with his wild family and the stranger from the woods they had taken in, heart bursting with love for them all

[krabs-quill]

phantom gn!reader x royal!sbi? platonic of course.

the reader is an old friend of philza's since phantom's have a long life span, maybe they were a potions dealer and phil at the time was a hunter and potion dealers and hunters were known to be a great pair during that era so they kicked it off but split after that era was over and moved to other professions.

the sbi are running away after their kingdom turned against them, and phil led them to a forest to try and find reader? but when they arrive wilbur, or someone else of your choosing, freaks out cause they think phantom hybrids are dangerous and such.

but before he makes a move, reader folds their wings which means 'surrender' in phantom? fluff ensues :D hope this isn't too much. /gen

old phantom phriend - royal!sbi x phantom!reader

characters: royal!philza, royal!tommy, royal!techno, royal!wilbur

main characters pronouns:they/them

trigger warnings: fire, weapons, death threats, mention of cults, cursing, kinda politics but not really???

authors notes: this was like, surprisingly really fun to do? super neat concept, thank you for the request!!

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Phil had everything planned. His sons couldn't have been able to predict the oncoming rebellion, but Phil sure did. He took extra care in ordering only the most trusted servants and guards to keep Tommy, Wilbur and Techno as isolated in the castle as possible, because if they were to go outside in the public eye in the past 6 months, they'd have an arrow in their neck and crimson on the ground.

Only now do they finally see what's going on- rallies being led to the front drawbridge of the castle and a man standing on a wooden crate. He is slim and lanky. In one hand he held a pitchfork the height of two wine cellar barrels stacked up on each other, in the other he held a large wooden pole with the kingdom's flag slowly engulfing in embers. The crowd smells of sweat, ashes and faux justice.

 “People of this wretched kingdom!” the man on the wooden crate starts, raising the burning flag high over his head. The large ashes fall into the crowd as he continues. The man's words fall on deaf ears, however, as Phil orders his guards to alert the princes of their sudden urgent departure. 

“I can't believe I'm going to see you again- after 40 years and under these circumstances…”

Phil sighs tiredly, discarding his glistening crown on his pristine writing desk, ridding himself of the last piece of physical evidence of his reign. 

Knocks rattle through the large oak door of his bedroom, and a guard speaks with a gruff, urgent tone. 

“My King, the princes have been escorted out of the castle with their belongings. They are safe and waiting for you at the largest oak tree in the far east of the forest. I'll have to escort you now; and fast. Knights at the front lines have turned on us and they are lowering the drawbridge to the townspeople. Do you have all your personal belongings?”

Phil grabs two large leather bags, intricate designs dance across the straps of each one. After slinging them over his shoulder, he then turns to the wall closest to the large windows. 

Hung up on the wall is a longsword. A few scratches on it and a worn handle, but it was loved well and a bow with a sling of obsidian arrows to go with it. Both items have dust covering them as if it's been ages since they've been swung or plucked, Phils fingers quickly grabbing them and cutting through the dusty residue. He nods, following the guard out of his bedroom soon to be ransacked and burned to the ground; his crown placed on the desk surely to be taken by a squalid dictator.

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“PHIL! Phil, what the Fuck is goin on, man?! The whole fuckin towns swarming the castle!”

Tommy yells, his voice panicked and shrill. He stands up immediately from his spot on the lush grass. Taking a good look at him, he carries his own bag prepared by one of his servants before ushering them out of the castle's perimeter. On the surface, he doesn't seem to be equipped with self-defense precautions other than a large rock in his right hand- but Phil can't exactly see into his bag, so he only prays that the former servant packed at least a dagger or something. 

“Listen, I'll explain all that later but right now we need to leave, now. It's not safe here anymore, alright?”

Phil glances around to see his other two sons. 

Wilbur is seen standing a few feet away, a thousand yard stare as his left foot taps away with what anyone could only assume to be a mania of thoughts on his head. Heavy footsteps circle all three of them, as Techno has been orbiting the small clearance around the large tree. A close look at his stone cold expression makes it clear that he's watching for anyone who could possibly sneak up on the unprepared group. 

Wilbur snaps his head up at Phil, “Look at me- Phil. What are we going to do? Because by the look of things, I just happened to notice the rallies of townsfolk with pitchforks and I don't think they seem too happy.” Wilbur babbled. 

Techno quickly introjects, voicing his own concerns.

“Listen, how much did you plan for this kinda thing, exactly? Maybe you didn't notice-” he stops pacing, turning to look at the castle in the distance as one of the corner towers erupt into flames from the inside, “-the castles uninhabitable for us anymore, and we're runnin from an entire KINGDOM. So unless you've got some secret life saving plan, now's the time to tell us. Otherwise, I don't see any way we'll be gettin’ out of this.”

All of them are looking at Phil, waiting for an answer to each of their questions. He sighs, pulling out his old longsword from its sheath. 

“Techno, take this. So, we absolutely can't go back. I've got a plan, we're going to visit an old friend of mine. And we have to go NOW.”

Phil disclosed, setting off into the woods immediately after. Techno takes the sword hesitantly but wields it like an old friend as he follows directly beside Phil. Tommy sputters concern and shock, but it falls on dead ears. Wilbur is the last to move, standing there looking at where his father once stood with wide, squirrely eyes. He flinches when Tommy calls him to catch up. The boys follow Phil into the thick, suffocating woods.

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Each bird that rustles the trees or deer that steps on the dry grass makes the entire group stop each time it happens. Phil has his bow and arrow up and ready, pointed towards the ground as he walks with a cautious eye. 

Techno holds the blade of his sword across his body, ready in case an unruly visitor decides to make an unforeseen appearance. 

Tommy clutches his rock, though it won't do much compared to a sword and bow but perhaps the sweat from his hands would make its way onto the rock to scare away the opponent. 

Wilbur, unlike Tommy, has actually checked his bag prepared by his old servant and finds a decently sized dagger to wield. Not as good as a sword but DEFINITELY better than a sweaty rock. Despite this though, Wilbur seems to be the one most on edge. To no surprise, Wilbur used to be the brother who went the least outdoors. This meant the spontaneous castle lockdown impacted him the least, but the sudden turn of events spawned an intense feeling of shock and confusion at every little thing he failed to be instantly familiar with. This feeling only heightens at an alarming rate as the group arrives at a strange treehouse.

Knock, knock, knock

Phil knocks on the tree three times. A few dead silent seconds pass before odd sounds seem to emit from…inside the tree?

Like clockwork, a long staircase folds out from inside the tree step by step. Techno, Wilbur and Tommy flinch back, a contrast to phils calm and almost excited face. 

Footsteps gradually make their way down the steps, and the more Wilbur sees the more alert he becomes.

Sure, he had never been one for going outside much if at all, but with the castle's grand library to keep him busy, he had learned a few things. A few things about those white markings on blue tinted skin. About those lime green eyes and slim, scaly tail. About those large intimidating wings that could circle prey for hours, and those razor sharp teeth that can bite chunks out of a human's shoulder and soar away in an instant to circle back and make sure they go for the neck next time. 

“Phil? Oh my gosh, phil?! It's been YEARS, man! What're you doing here again- came to pay me a visit, ay?” Y/n jested as they went in for a friendly hug, however instead of Phil they felt he was replaced with a sharp dagger pointed at their throat.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down there, pal-” Y/n put their hands up in defense, Wilbur cautiously holding his weapon to their throat.

“Right, I’m telling you now to stay away from Phil- don’t fucking touch Phil you feral monst-” he brings himself to a full stop as he hears a loud swish of the air. He looks from Y/n's wide eyes, to their wings, folded and pressed into their back, at their face, and at their wings again before hesitantly withdrawing his dagger and shuffling back a bit.

Folded wings mean no harm.

If there was anything he remembered at that very moment from the various books he's read, it was that. Y/n's face was alarmed and a bit shocked, sure, but their face seemed to match up with their wings and their intentions were clear; they meant no harm. He fully settled down, giving them more room to move as they slowly put their hands down and relaxed. 

“I'm an old friend. I don't wanna hurt anyone, I promise. You won't see me trying to get damage on anyone here, swear to it.”

Y/n says, still trying to be tentative of their tone. While Y/n seems to be much more forgiving of the sudden out of pocket threats, Phil on the other hand was furious. A hard smack in the back of Wilburs head seemed to get the message through.

“What the hell was that, Wil?!”

Phil scolds Wilbur, with no remorse even after Wilbur hisses and rubs the back of his head in pain. Techno and Tommy burst out laughing, easing up the tension.

“Bruhh, I'm gonna be honest Wilbur, it doesn't seem like you really thought that one through.” Techno chimes in, a taunting grin on his face.

“Man, if I were you Wilbur, I'd be so, SO embarrassed if I were you, but luckily, y’know, I’m me. Me and NOT you, Wilbur.” Tommy boasted with a shiteating smile. 

“Anyway, enough with the smalltalk. What're you doing here, Phil? Haven't seen you in what, 40 years? Shouldn't you be ruling that kingdom I've been hearing about? Also, who are these guys? Never seen them before.”

Y/n gestured towards the three younger boys as they spoke, nodding their head towards the trio. Phil gruffly sighs, remembering the months of resistance against his reign. Y/n notices his sudden change of emotions and intently listens. 

“The kingdom got tired of us. There was lots of gossip about some man who started this huge cult following- something about him being a god or something pretty much. He got so popular that his cult eventually took over the entire kingdom. That's when he convinced all the citizens that he should be king and that we were ‘imposters sent by Lucifer himself’ or something. He overtook the castle, and that's when we all had to sneak away. These three are my sons, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.”

Techno nods at Y/n with a brief hello, Wilbur hums to show his presence, and Tommy gives a boisterous “hello there!”

Y/n stands there with a dumbfounded expression before responding. 

“Well first off, hello boys, lovely to meet you. Secondly-” they take a deep breath before continuing, “-WHAT?! They just- ambushed you? Just like that? Man, I mean if the people in that kingdom were THAT easy to persuade into some cult, I don’t think you'd wanna rule there anyway.” 

Smalltalk continues between Y/n and Phil, they offer them all a place to stay for as long as they need. Phil expresses his gratitude to Y/n, but there seems to be another conversation going on. 

“Well go on, Tommy! You ask!”

“WHAT?! No, no, no, if you're so curious about it then why don't YOU ask?!”

“I've gotta agree with Wilbur on this one, Tommy. I mean, if we're gonna be livin’ here then you've gotta start pullin’ your weight, you relied on the serfs too much anyway.”

The huddle breaks as the trio stands up straight. Wilbur speaks up, seeming to act like his normal self again.

“Now, excuse me, Mx. Y/n? Tommy has a bit of a question he'd like to ask you, if you would be so kind.”

Wilbur declares, nudging Tommy forward to urge him to speak. Tommy jerks the side of his back away from Wilbur in annoyance. If you try hard enough, you can hear him angrily mutter “bunch of fuckin wrong ‘uns…” under his breath. Tommy turns to Y/n and Phil, clearing his throat before speaking.

“How do you know Phil?"

….

“Wow, way to make that question really captivatin’, Tommy. Way to go.”

“SERIOUSLY Techno shut the FUCK UP!”

Y/n lets out a snort before answering the question. 

“Ahh, Phil here and I used to be partners waaay back. I was his potion dealer and he was a hunter back when that whole pair was popular- not even sure if you guys were alive for that era. We were real close for a good while before that whole thing died out and we went off to do different things. I've got my own thing and by the looks of it Phil does too. But man, you kept the bow and sword? Those ancient things?”

Y/n nods at the sword that Techno is still holding, though he sheathes it back into its holder now that he feels unthreatened. Y/n reaches up, stretching their back and flaring their wings out to stretch as well before relaxing. 

“Oh, here, come inside! I've got a good amount of extra rooms, so make yourselves at home. Something tells me you'll be here for a while.”

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Philza: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Wilbur. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Wilbur!

Y/n: Nope.

Philza: In that case, as the archbishop of Tubbo's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Wilbur right on the lips!!!

[if-you-feel-lonely]

Being C!Phil's older sibling would include...

TW: Swearing, me being british and projecting that onto Y/N :,)

You practically raised Phil, and it shows with how similar the two of you act

You spent a lot of your life travelling, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone

So while you were off building bridges and meeting new people, Phil was slowly but surely accumulating a surplus of children and friends - biological, legal and emotional

You don't come to the SMP often, but when you do, his home gets progressively more crowded

First it was just him and Techno

Then Wilbur

Then Tommy and Tubbo

Then Ranboo and Michael

And now Niki drops by, too

You swear you've seen Jack and Fundy a couple times

Even Eret used to drop by every now and then when L'manberg was starting out

"Every time I come to visit, you've picked up more feral little shits." "I'm not trying to." "You're a bloody liability, honestly."

... Yeah

If you end up having children like he does, you'll never hear the end of it.

"Hypocritical if you ask me." "Piss off, at least I didn't pick up the founding fathers of a country and their partners."

oh my god

Can we stop pretending he wasn't a feral gremlin child

Tommy and the others had to pick it up off someone, and we all know it wasn't from Kristen

"Wilbur, did I ever tell you that your dad was a fucking psychotic child?" "... REALLY-"

As much as you love your nephews, you're not afraid to play favourites

It started when Tommy and Wilbur were younger, with you would casually say "if you did this, you'd be my favourite"

Over time, they'd get more and more competitive

You're their coolest relative that laughs when they do stupid shit, of course they want to be your favourite!

Little do they know, Tubbo is your favourite

But you won't tell them that

That ruins the fun!

Phil is your brother, you're always looking out for him

That's why when Tubbo put him under house arrest, you couldn't help but feel betrayed

You also broke him out, but that's not the point I'm trying to make

Technically, you're not part of the syndicate

But when Techno calls upon Icarus to help, you're never too far away

[milqueandsugar]

I desperately need headcanons for a reader with astraphobia(the phobia of lightning and thunder) and getting comforted!

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Genre: hurt comfort

Warnings: None

| Philza |

He hadn't a clue of your fear before this day, he would never have been able to guess

He's seen you tear beasts limb from limb , slay armies on your own

To say he was dumbfounded at first was an understatement

He had never seen you scared before, worried, shocked, startled yes but never, ever scared

He hardly recognized you

It didn't take long for him to put two and two together and he was by your side in moments

He wraps his big, used to be fluffy, wings around you and covers your ears.

You don't say anything, neither one of you have anything to say anyways

But you sit I each other's company until the down pour becomes a shower, then a drizzle and soon only the run off from the roof could be heard outside

He didn't ask about it, he didn't need to

But from then on, he payed a little closer attention to the skies.

| Foolish |

Foolish liked to fuss with his powers every now and then

It had gotten into a habit when he was young, when training and adapting to his God hood

He never grew out of training however, and he always kept the crackle of lightening in one hand

It was a slow day, the two of you lounging around and patching up the roof, he was really the only one doing the work you were simply enjoying the view

He had hardly registered the rattle of bones before an arrow flew past his head

You had jumped for your sword, having spotted the skeleton stowing away in the waters of your well (gross)

Foolish was faster though, and the sound of a rolling thunder made your hands tremble, even through closed eyes you could see the strike of lightening, feel it shake you like a rag dill as you stumble

Foolish, on a roll this evening had caught you before your knees truly buckled, he cursed and cursed as he brought you too his chest

How could he have forgotten? A moment of instinct made his heart shatter for you, he had ways promised to warn you, how could he be so..so idiotic?

When you had recovered from your fright you'd better give him some reassurance, in his eyes he might as have stabbed you

It takes some time but eventually you both calm, and decide to get back to work, and you too your view, even if he stopped every few minutes to make absolute sure that you were alright

| Niki |

When she heard the thunder her feet started moving before her mind did

Her groceries were long forgotten and you were placed in the forefront of her mind, and her worries

The sight of her bursting through the door was far more frightening then the distant thunder had been so far, but you were happy to have her home none the less

She brings you straight to the basement, out of sight out of mind right?

Niki keeps you busy with everything from board games, baking, reorganizing and sparring to keep you mind from the growing storm outside

If she's good at anything, it's being a distraction, and despite the Goose bumps and the hair on your neck beginning to rise you enjoy your time with her, and of course she with you as well

Together you leave the basement and pick up after the storm, fixing the roof, windows if need be, mopping up from a window you two always seem to forget about and joking all the while

When things begin to come to an end, and exhaustion has claimed you both do you finally remember what had been nagging you all day

"Niki?"

"Mmhmm, sugar?

"What happened to the groceries?"

[rapid-looser]

okay! can i request platonic sbi + tubbo and ranboo headcanons with a reader who uses knee braces and a cane for chronic pain in their knees? if you don’t wanna write it that’s fine :)

-🌊

★Sbi + bee duo with reader who uses a knee brace and a cane★

a/n: sure i can write that ^^

Request: yes/no

Prounouns: they/them

Philza:

•So first of all, he'd wait for you when he's taking you somewhere

•He'd also tell someone to slow down when the two of you are walking with somewhere else

•If you were joining him and someone else on a blog, he'd probably take the paths that are easier on you

•He'd also try to avoid long stairs

•Hes also avoiding floors that make recently been mopped/cleaned just incase you fall over

•If your moving somewhere, he'd also offer to move most of your stuff for you

•However he'd be asking if you wanna go back to your house just incase your knee gets too sore

•Overall he just cares about his friend

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Wilbur:

•He's tall so you may have to remind him to slow down a bit

•If you drop your cane, he'd be extremely quick to pick it up for you

•He'd ask if you wanna take an elevator instead of something else since it'd be easier on you

•But he'll also hit his head on the elevator door/opening

•He has a spare cane in his care for you just incase you forget yours

•If your pain gets too bad he'll go over to your place and help you put your knee brace on

•Another person who offers to carry the heavy stuff for you

•If your in the amusement park blog, he'd offer to go onto the rides that don't cause much pain to your knee

•If he ever did an irl stream and a chatter comment on how slow you were going, he wouldn't say anything, he'd just ban them

•If someone mocked you for having to use a cane, he'd probably say "Fuck off you lifeless person." And continue walking with you

•And if anyone comments on how you walk slowish, he'd flip them off

•In general he just wants to be a good friend for you

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C!technoblade:

•Okay so he'd probably insist you live near the syndicate

•Why? Because your chronic pain in your knee makes you an easy target for people that want leverage on technoblade

•But he also wants you to be safe since your a close friend of his

•He's constantly checking in on you to see how your feeling

•He's making sure he knows where your cane is at all times

•He would also borrow one off C!Philza if you loose yours

•He'll try to make armour that you can wear while still having your knee brace on

•But he probably won't give it to you unless your being attacked

•He'd probably have a potion of strength with him at all times for you

•And if he's away taking down a government, he'd probably get someone else like ranboo

•Although while he's in prison he'd probably get Phil to check up on you daily

•'Could you also look after [name]? Their house is at -1904 42 3291, thanks'

•However being friends with him is risky because he is a wanted person on the server

•But your also protected by him a fair bit

•When your going around the server, he'd probably be following behind you just incase someone wants to take your cane

•Or knock it away from you

•But he also has a spare knee brace for you incase you forget yours

•He usually keeps the spare close to him just incase you need it

•But if you ever fell in the snow he'd help you up and pick up your cane for you

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Tommyinnit:

•He'd jokingly call you an old person but he wouldn't go too far

•He would probably carry everything for you

•Like your groceries, furniture packages ect

•He'd also forget that you have chronic knee pain so he'd probably tell you to hurry up a few times before he realises

•However he will flip off anyone and everyone who gives you a weird stare, the 'Why do they have a cane?' kinda stare

•He's also interupting people who whisper about you

•He'd walk up to them and say "Do you mind whispering about my friend? And you suck at whispering so fuck off"

•Hr has no shame in slowing down for you if you need him to

•He's probably taking you to different places a lot but he'd make sure it's not too painful on your knee, Like rides at amusement parks? He's probably going on the slower ones with you

•But he'll try not to get in your way, like if you want to do something yourself, he's not gonna insist he does it

•Because he still wants you to have your freedom and he doesn't want you to feel like your not able to do something

•However when your sitting down he will take your cane and pretend that he won't give it back

•But he actually will give it back after a while or when you go to stand up

•But he may also mess around with your cane, like drawing random patterns with it or fiddling with it

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Tubbo:

•Now tubbo is a lot more relaxed compared to the others, he won't insist he helps you with stuff he knows you can carry but he will help with heavier stuff or when he sees your struggling

•He will however walk long distances to get you something, like if you want ice-cream but the store is a whole away? Don't worry about it he'll get it for you

•He will constantly make you have a break after doing stuff

•"No [name], you gave to take a break, even for a bit"

•He'll try not to put too much pressure on your knee though

•And he's constantly asking if you wanna stop for a while

•He's side eyeing anyone who comments on you using a cane, and he'll probably take you away from them

•No matter if your taller or shorter than him, if somewhere you need to go has stairs, he'll help you up them

•He'll open the push/pull doors for you if you have trouble opening them

•He's also checking if you have your knee brace on

•If you forgot yours, he'd buy you another one

•If you ever needed your cane cleaner, he'd offer to clean of for you

•Carrying your small items that you can't carry

•When he does subathons, he'd probably invite you to them a lot since their chill and you don't have to put pressure on your knee

•If someone has to walk off the road, he'd probably offer instead of you walking on the road

•He'd probably also avoid steep stuff when he's with you

•If you say your knee hurts, he'd stop what he's down and sit you down for a while

•If your knee brace gets worn out, he'd offer to buy you another one

•He'd also try to reassure you that he doesn't mind doing all this for you

•He just wants you, his friend to be comfortable and not in pain

•He'd also pay attention to how often your knee starts hurting really badly so he knows roughly when to stop something

•If your pain gets extremely bad, he'd ask you what he can do to try and stop it

•Even if he can't, he'll still try to make you in as less pain as possible

•He'll also try to cheer you up when your pain gets really bad with memes

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Ranboo:

•He'd probably be a bit clueless for a while in what chronic knee pain is

•But once he figures out what is, he's offer to help you with a lot of stuff

•You need your cane? Don't worry he'll get it for you

•But he'll also drop things quite often, like something he was carrying for you, he'd drop it accidentally

•He'll give you a piggyback ride if you've forgotten your cane

•It may grab some attention in public though

•A lot of picking you up if your comfortable with it

•And for some reason he has a spare cane on him most of the time?

•Like if you two are driving somewhere, and you realise you forgot your cane, he'd just have one chilling in the back seat

•He'd also bring you to beaches with no rocks

•Since you have chronic knee pain he won't walk too far though

•And he'd also make sure you can use your cane on the sand

•He's also making his chat aware of your chronic knee pain so when he does an irl stream, he won't have to keep explaining why he keeps slowing down

•Anyone who complains about your speed, he'd just pretend he didn't see

•If the two of you are walking near night, he'd walk a bit behind you so no creeps try to approach you

•But if someone if rude to you or complains about you using a cane, he'd just ignore them and say "C'mon [name] let's head over there yeah?"

•In the end he just wants to relax with his friend (you) with them being in as less pain as possible

•Oh and he'd have a bunch of spare canes and knee braces for when you want to go over to his place

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

sweet names

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

what i'd think each of the sorry boys would call you for nickname(s) ♡

(platonic and romantic)

warnings: none, just cutesy fluff

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

charlie (romantic): babe, honey

tommy (romantic): love

wilbur: (romantic) darling, sweetheart

ranboo: (romantic) love, darling

philza (platonic): kiddo, hon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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hello! its that cabin au part 3! know that meme, i can fix him? we're making them worse!

part 1 / part 2

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After an… exciting day of hiking, where techno has taken many chances to slip inside of you, watching you cry into his neck trying to muffle yourself… and the hike back to the cabin of course, it is perfectly okay to say that everyone is exhausted.

And well, you’re one to tap out after strenuous but after a three hour nap, and your boyfriend boiling you in the dead of summer, you’re not shying away from the cool night on the porch, on the swinging bench.

Your feet scrape the wooden boards gently, brushing against it as you let your legs do some of the work, the breeze cooling your burning face and neck faster than you anticipated. Your head tips to the left, leaning against the arm and closing your eyes. The sounds of the night lulling you into a sleep, the crickets chirping and the owls hooting every now and then. It’s pretty nice.

Then someone opens the door and you’re not that quick to open your eyes. The door shuts with a quiet click.

Your name is murmured within a scratchy throat, and you lift your head, rubbing your eyes open as you turn to look at the father of your boyfriend. “Hey, Phil, couldn’t sleep so I figured I should sit out here for a minute,” he nods, taking the seat next to you, the bench creaking the tiniest bit under his weight, nothing like the sounds it’d make if his boyfriend was the one next to you.

You’re tempted to do something but something about the peace, the quiet and existing next to him is something you haven’t had in a while. Yes, you enjoyed feeling good while making this man feel good, while under the current, rigid circumstances, but there’s a reason why you loved Techno’s family the way you did. They were not only interesting but incredibly kind to you. (Not to mention, unbelievably hot.)

“You’re good for my son, I’ve never seen him happier.” Phil’s low voice hums next to your ear, mumbling to you or himself, you’re not sure. “I don’t know why I’m meddling with it.”

You smile, shifting in your seat and give him a side-look, “you know I’m not good for him for that exact reason. And… I don’t think I want to stop anytime soon.” Your hand slides over his pajama pants, squeezing his thigh a little bit. You lean close, your mouth parting as you kiss his shoulder. “But if you ever want to stop, then tell me.” You slip your hand away, sitting straight up while you pull the cardigan over your chest, “I'm not going to be an asshole.”

You hear him shudder a breath, a shiver rolling down his spine as his hand stops you from leaving, encircling around your wrist soundly as you turn to stare at him. You watch him hesitate to form words but with the way he’s stopped you… you know he’s not going to stop this little thing between the two of you. (You’re certainly not, if you can help it.) 

“I don’t want to stop. I’ve never felt more alive,” he confesses and you reach up with a free, slow hand. Caressing the side of his face and watching him lean into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and you nearly coo, enjoying this bit of peace with him. You nearly feel bad at ruining it when you tug your hand out of his hand, cupping his junk and feeling him stiffen against you. “You gonna let me suck you off while everyone’s asleep?” You whisper to him and his head tips back, a quiet groan escaping his lips while you move to get on your knees, getting comfortable while you fish his cock out, wetting his head with the tip of your tongue and sucking it into your mouth.

His hands come up to hold your head, his hands gripping the sides and making you feel hotter in a way you didn’t come out here for.

His muted moans, only quiet because of how hard he’s biting down on his lips, you’re sure, they set your insides on fire, knowing just how much chaos the cabin would be in if they found the two of you like this. Phil’s tiny ponytail slowly comes undone while his jaw is lax, prayers being mouthed to the ceiling of the porch, and no doubt, the reason being why the most incriminating. You, on your knees, lovingly tending to his dick, slobbering over and taking it into your throat even when you felt you couldn’t breathe, your lips will no doubt be puffy. And when his thighs tense, his fingers dig into your skull, a little dull tugging at your scalp making you moan, you know he’s close. So what do you do besides flick your tongue over his piss slit and suck at his head until he shoves your head down all the way, leaning forward as he curls into your mouth, pulsing as spurts of cum are shot down your throat.

You finally come up when he relaxes against the bench, massaging your head and giving you a look with his half-lidded eyes, kissing his tip goodbye and you press one into your fingers, fingers against his lips. “See you in the morning.”

“Can’t I return the favor?” He asks, hand sliding up to kiss your knuckles, looking up as you stand.

You hum, thinking to yourself how you should return to bed, Techno will probably wake up any minute and the faster you two part, the safer you should be from the consequences of getting caught.

And the thought of getting caught leads to you pressed against the cabin from the outside, gasping as your legs are over Phil’s shoulder, his tongue lapping over your clit, over your labia and pulls not one but two orgasms out of you, the sounds of slurping too addicting in your ears to let him stop at one.

You gather your breath as Phil wipes his mouth across your thighs, smiling to himself as he says goodnight, entering the cabin. Still breathing heavily and legs shaking as you approach the bench swing, you take what feels like an hour before going back inside, being sure you could actually walk without seeming weird.

And when you slip into the shower, scrubbing your scalp with the delicious smelling shampoo, you’re too content to check whether the person slipping into your shower is actually your boyfriend when you greet him with a groggy voice.

“I thought you were asleep,” you say as he pulls the curtains back, hands coming around to settle at your waist, squeezing and pulling you close to him, and when you didn’t immediately feel him slip inside of you, you’re curious. You hum a question as you open your eyes, looking down and seeing the music note tattoo on the inside of his wrist, you know it’s Wilbur holding you close in the warm water.

“Would you believe me if I said you kept me up?” He kisses the back of your neck, hands slipping towards opposite directions, one curling around your neck and one hand pressing a digit inside of you, pressing you closer and closer against him.

You bite your lip, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth and he shushes you quietly, “none of that, c’mon pretty girl, let me hear you.” And you have to pull him by his neck, pressing your needy moans into his mouth so you would have a chance at actually fucking without getting caught. He slips a second finger, and you’re twitching, needing more of his long, cold fingers inside of you.

“That’s it, that’s it, I got you,” he bites your lip, fastening his pace and guiding you over the edge, pushing you into a freefall of an orgasm, shaking in his arms and nearly falling over. You let him press you against the wall, the water cascading over the sides of you two, as he pulls one of your legs up, sinking his dick in so easily, so good for him. He murmurs in your ear how good you feel, nearly whimpering when he has to hold himself still, how you feel too good and how he might just cum right then and there.

His hips move slowly, inch by inch, groaning with how your walls clench around him. “You’re gonna- fuck, oh you’re so good, my good girl, right?” You nod, trying not to lose yourself in the dizzying pleasure, gasping against the onslaught of water.

“Letting me f-fuck you like this, oh fuck, so close to him and yet you’d let me bend you over in front of him and show him who owns this pussy, wouldn’t you? Yeah? You’d show him who fucks you better?” You weren’t processing his words at all, only knowing it made your stomach flutter at the thought. 

“Tell me,” he gasps in your mouth, one of his free hands dipping down and circling your abused clit, pulling every sound he could out of you. “Tell me I fuck you better, tell me you’re my good girl,” and you say every word. Well, the best you could when he fucks you in the shower while trying to not wake your boyfriend. In between whines and crying, you tell him. You tell him everything he wants to hear and more because it all sounded so, so good in that moment.

And when he’s down cumming inside, he doesn’t hesitate to drop down to his knees and clean his mess.

He leaves the shower not long after, a kiss pressed to your forehead and promise on his lips.

You don’t even make it to your shared bedroom, you just curl into the couch and pull the thin throw blanket over your body, too exhausted to do much else. You know that among most nights, this was the riskiest. And the thought only makes you smile, the danger buzzing underneath your skin, sending you to sleep.

Tonight was too risky but you couldn’t find yourself to care.

If anything…

You had even more… daring ideas to try next time.

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Oink P1 -Short bc i want more action in part 2-

requested by @KaiMick1 on wattpad  -Child Yn also he/him- Part one will be Philza x Reader Part two is Techno x Reader 

Yn, who had lost both his parents and his tribe, sat on the nether floor and stared at the lava while tears streamed down his face. When Yn heard footsteps, he swiftly spun around to see a tall, blond man with two black wings sprouting from his back. He was wearing a green hat and robe. Slowly rising to his feet, Yn made a squeaky grunting sound.

The man turned and smiled as he turned to face Yn. Yn stomped his feet and waved at the male, who waved back while his tail waggled. His tail began to wag faster as he approached the male and stopped directly in front of him. "Hey kiddo," the blonde remarked as he crouched down and rubbed Yn's head. Yn made a grunting noise and bumped the man's palm.

"You are the cutest little piglin,"  The male sprang back as Yn squealed and shouted, "P-piglin." He then looked over the piglin, which he could now see had more human features, just like his son. "You can talk?" he said. " I'm Philza, what's your name," Yn tilting his head. After pausing, Yn exclaimed, "Yn!" and grunted.

"Well, Yn, you make me think of my son, who is roughly your age." "son!" Phil laughed as Yn squealed and snorted, "Yeah, his name is Technoblade, perhaps you can meet him." Yn waggled his tail and nodded.

--3 days later--

As Yn waited for Philza to return in front of a glowing portal, the portal began to whirl and create loud noises, causing Yn to flick his ears back. Yn immediately hugged Philza's legs and said, "Philza!" " Do you want to come with me, Yn" Philza asked making Yn to nod and attempt to enter the portal. As soon as he joined, Philza grabbed hold of Yn and pulled him into the portal so they could travel together.

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

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There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

[average-vibe]

SBI reacting to u sleeping on them :)

summary: it’s in the title lol

pairings: techno x reader (platonic or romantic) philza x reader (platonic) wilbur x reader(meant to be romantic but platonic too), and tommy x reader (romantic or platonic)

warnings: swearing

a/n: sup.

masterlist

PHILZA MINECRAFT

You and phil were chilling on the couch, your head gently rested on his shoulders, watching TV.

“see, i don’t know why he didn’t-“ phil said, before the sound of your snoring filled his ears. “er, mate?” he said, lightly tapping your head, to no response. phil turned the TV down, and tried to make you more comfy without awaking you. when one of his noisy sons would come in, he would tell them to, and i quote, “shut the fuck up, are you fucking blind?” in a whisper yell. when you woke up, he chuckled, and asked, “are you done?”, and proceeded to cackle at your horrified face

extra things:

WOULD NOT GET UP. EVER. HUNGRY? GOTTA WAIT, YNS ASLEEP.

knows how to handle it bc he has 3 sons and 3 more adopted kids, including you.

would tell wilbur to “stop playing your fucking guitar, someone’s trying to get their beauty sleep.”

TECHNOBLADE (fly high)

you laid on top of techno, arms draped around his sides, like this

you were really tired that day, and really wanted some rest. everyone else was out at wilbur’s gig, and techno was your best option.

“eH?” was all techno said when you asked if you could cuddle with him. “why would i do that?” was the next thing

eventually, you bribed him by letting him read you greek mythology, and after some begging, he finally gave in and, will rolled eyes, let you climb onto him.

you listened to him ramble on about how cool some of the gods were, his voice putting your brain to rest. as he rambled, he noticed your breathing getting quieter, and you stopped moving.

“hey? yn?” he whispered, before finally realizing you were sound asleep.

both mortified and in appreciation of you, he quietly sat there, letting you rest. every once in a while he’s tap on you, to see if you had woken up yet, but your still body didn’t budge.

when the boys got home, their ruckus woke you up. and techno was fully prepared to fight them.

EXTRA STUFF

if you started showing that you were cold, he would put his cloak on you without second thought.

when you’ve okie up, he just smirked and said, “welcome.”

WILBUR

you came into his room after school, tired and worn out of the day.

“hey.” wil said, strumming his guitar, smiling.

“hey. can i sleep in here? i wanna be in a quiet room” you said.

“yeah, cmon.” he said, setting his guitar down on the ground and laying down, patting himself like a chair.

“on you?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“of course.” wil said, smiling. you laid down on him, quickly feeling comfortable and at home.

eventually, you both fell asleep, just like this:

EXTRA STUFF:

every once in a while, he would wipe some hair out of your face and hold your cheek.

forehead kisses. obviously.

TOMMYINNIT

when you first walked into his room asking to sleep, he looked horrified

“i beg your fucking pardon?” he asked, as you giggled your head off.

“alright fine.” he eventually muttered, opening his lanky arms to let you come into his arms

you climbed into his arms, and you couldn’t ignore the look of adoration he gave you.

you fell asleep in his arms, like this:

EXTRA STUFF

when wilbur found you two, tommy immediately whisper screamed at him to fuck off

he stared at you for the entire time, just admiring you :)

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐳𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐳𝐚'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: home—edith whiskers

masterlist!

• The crows had found you tangled up in a snare one day, tiny wings bent at an unnatural angle and angry tears threatening to fall

• The trap had probably been made to catch a rabbit or squirrel by a nearby villager and instead managed to ensnare you

• The murder of crows wasted no time in flying back home, completely abandoning their little flying session to rush back to their father—immediately begining to peck at him anxiously as soon as they had landed

• Phil, being a smart fellow, knew something was wrong. It wasn't like he could understand his feathered friends beyond a few squaks though, so he had to resort to flying after them as they led him back to the forest you were currently hanging upside down in

• He really needed to stop adopting kids this way

• You were promptly untangled and flown back home, Phil's crows tailing along the entire way

• A bowl of soup and a side of bread was fixed for you, Phil mumbling to himself all the while, occasionally stopping to check and make sure you were doing alright

• "Erm, everything fine there mate? Soup's not too hot?" He'd laughed somewhat awkwardly, really wishing that Kristen had been home today to help him. She had always been better with nursing wounds than he had.

• "It's fine mister. Thank you." You responded, reminding Phil that he hadn't told you his name yet.

• "My names Philza by the way." He cleared his throat. "But you can call me Phil. Everyone does."

• You paused

• "Okay Phil. Thank you."

• From there on, you never really left

• As soon as Mumza had gotten back from her small little business trip, it was all but decided by her then and there that they were keeping you

• Phil had no problem with it what so ever. He had grown rather fond of you, and so had the crows. Not like he could say no to his wife anyway. He loved her too much

• The following months were used building a relationship with you and healing your wings—the origin of your hybrid unknown to the two adults

• Mumza taught you how to cook specific dishes and knit, as well as how to fly safely when your wings finally healed

• Phil took to teaching you how to build all kinds of things. Ranging from little stick huts made of popsicle sticks to bonfires—the latter of which you all would sit around and roast marshmallows with on a good day

• It was a peaceful life with good people. And you wouldn't change that for the world

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[modelbus]

MODEL HELP-

i just typed a long ass message and it all deleted itself-

question, do you think you want to do another part on cut chaos? No pressure ofc, but I’d be cool! (I have a bunch of ideas for it I’ll send seperate (maybe) feel free to ignore them but like free crappy inspo man)

Request: Y/N is a part of SBI but they aren’t treated that great by the fandom or really the rest of the group. Its not like SBI MEANS to disregard the ‘hate’ towards Y/N like its nothing but they tend to dismiss or just ignore it, of course, they are still really close and care about Y/N, it still just hurts a little that they ignore it. But where the creators don’t realise they’re neglecting their friends emotions, the fans? They are fully aware they constantly joke about Y/N being the worst member of SBI. They are fully aware they also always ‘joke’ about forgetting Y/N exists. They are fully aware that despite Y/N being in as many if not more ‘SBI’ streams or videos than the other creators, they act as if they’re not actually a part of SBI. They are fully aware many of them aren’t joking when they say Y/N is not a member of SBI, or when they say they wish Y/N would stop showing up to streams. They are fully aware that the main ‘joke’ people think of when they think SBI is something along the lines of; “Whos Y/N?” or “Y/N is SO the middle child of the SBI, we all forget them!” or “Y/N? Ohhh you mean the one that’s annoying but its not funny!” .. When the SBI are streaming bedwars 2v2v2’s with a random viewer each game and that viewer happens to end up on Y/N’s team (and be an asshole) they, of course, decide to complain that out of every member they could be teamed with, they got the worst member of SBI! (Even though Y/N and techno practice pvp together regularly and the only person in SBI Y/N can’t kill is techno) While Y/N does what they always do and laughs it off with a SICK comeback (despite how much it hurts when they realise they expected that kind of reaction to being teamed with them), the rest of the SBI seems to snap as though that was their final straw (starting with tommy yelling ‘THATS BULLSHIT’ or smth) and all collectively go on a rant about how shitty most(?) fans treat Y/N, to Y/N’s surprise most of all of the fives chats are agreeing..? Y/N starts to realise maybe they aren’t as hated as they thought.. and maybe, just maybe, they are a lot more loved then they realised.

MODEL I’M SO SORRY MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS SO LONG-

Its funny how I’m not motivated to write actual fics but I can write 800 word requests-

LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK!!!

✨🌌🌙 Annon-

I’d love to write more for Cut Chaos! My writing has been all over the place lately because I’ve been really busy (school stuff :/) but I do enjoy writing for that (not-so) little series

Pairing: Gn!Reader X CC!SBI (Tommy, Techno, Phil, Wilbur)

Found Fury

You aren’t unfamiliar with the term unwanted. If anything, you’ve burrowed yourself a home in the word, splitting it in two. Accepted yourself for what you are.

Quite honestly, if there was a record for ‘most hated SBI member’ it’d go to you. Actually, it wouldn’t, considering how most people don’t even see you as a member of SBI. The forgettable middle child, adrift alone.

There wasn’t much you could do except accept it.

Bothering the others with it was unfathomable. Besides, they’ve surely seen some hint of it. They aren’t quite that blind, even if Wilbur and Techno do wear glasses. And, seeing as how they haven’t said a word… maybe it’s best if you didn’t nag about it.

It’s not that you’re partial to the so-called ‘suffering in silence,’ because you really aren’t. But you’re uniquely acquainted with brushing things off, pretending that your friends’ continued silence doesn’t sting and that being excluded from the group isn’t heart-wrenching. In the end, who really cares what strangers online think?

You can ignore the messages in your inboxes. The emails to your professional email asking if you’re really a part of SBI. All the replies to all your posts. Every fucking comment on every video you’re in.

Sometimes, it piles around you so high that you can’t see past it. Words strung together to form sentences that rephrase ‘Who even are you’ a thousand times. Or the more creative, ‘How do you manage to be unfunny AND annoying’ mixed with a side of scorn. It’s worse when it trends on Twitter after a stream, but who are you to complain?

After all, you’re just lucky to be following SBI around according to Twitter. Blessed to be in their fucking presence.

For the most part, you just hire more mods. And they’re pretty strict with bans, so your chat tends to err on the positive side. Everyone else’s? Well, let’s just say there’s a reason you don’t have their chats open.

Today is no exception.

Bedwars with viewers, everyone being randomly set into 2v2v2. Tommy’s idea, although he’s lost every round that Techno wasn’t on his team. That was mostly due to you sneak attacking him while he targeted Techno, but still.

“POTATOMAN!” Tommy shouts, practically bursting your eardrums. “YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE!”

“Christ, mate.” Phil laughs.

“…my ears…” Techno mourns quietly, making both you and Wilbur laugh.

“We’re getting in! We’re getting in!” Tommy says excitedly, and everyone spawns into their teams.

Your heart sinks when you realize you’re with the viewer on white team. Their character, a potato in a suit, stares at you as you walk backward to collect iron and gold from the generator.

You’ve been lucky up until this far, always getting placed with one of the others. Logically, you knew you’d eventually be placed with the random, but part of you still hoped. Still dared to relax into the game.

Potatoman’s character stands there for a few minutes, and you buy wool with your iron.

“Funnel me the gold, Tommy.” Techno says calmly.

“No! Fuck off! This is my gold!”

“You’re just going to walk off the edge with it!”

“No I won’t! When have I ever?!”

“Last game.” Wilbur inputs.

“Wha— I was pushed! That’s different!”

A message pops up in game chat, and your eyes flick to it for a moment, too busy with building a bed defense. When you realize it isn’t Tommy’s death message (it would’ve been really funny, let’s be honest), you do a double take to read it.

<Potatoman> My luck omg

Your eyebrows raise. For a split second, you dare to hope that the viewer is a fan of yours. That they want to be on a team with you. Hope is a dangerous thing; it just makes things worse when it dies.

<Potatoman> Stuck with the worst member &lt;Potatoman> Not even a member fr lmaooo

Ah. And there it is.

Seeing the messages doesn't hurt; it's the fact that you knew to expect it right from the start.

That's not to say you're even the worst member, because in PvP you're a God. Hell, you and Techno train it all the time for fun! Even Tommy cheers when he gets teamed with you in PvP games like this. Being teamed with you for Bedwars was a pretty good thing, in theory.

Always in theory.

Because somehow, someway, you're never liked enough. Never enough for the viewers in general, even. Too annoying, too loud, too imperfect, too showy, too quiet, too anything. And you know to expect that feedback rather than to expect any semblance of compliments.

"At least the so-called 'worst member' didn't walk off the edge, unlike someone on my team." You quip, targeting your words at the viewer.

"Heh?" Techno asks.

"Oh, uh, nothing-"

"Look in chat." Wilbur interrupts.

There's a pause, then:

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Tommy screams into his mic. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"I'm agreeing with the kid here." Techno sighs.

"Actually, we really should talk about how the fans have been online. It's not even a recent thing." Phil says, his calm a stark contrast to Tommy.

"I've seen it a lot too. Let's be clear; everyone here is part of the Sleepy Bois. I made it, I make the rules." Wilbur declares.

"You did not make it!" Tommy protests, but Wilbur doesn't stop for him.

"To make it clear, we won't tolerate any hate of anyone in this group, especially not to the extent that we've been seeing recently."

Your eyes glance over at your chat, already stunned, only to have your jaw slacken when you see that your chat is spamming hearts and "YESYESYES."

"Guys, you don't have to... do this." You try.

"I'm pretty sure we do." Techno deadpans, and you can practically imagine the optifine zoom on his character's face he's probably doing/

"The fans treat you like shit, and we're all tired of it." Wilbur agrees. "It's stupid."

"They're all internet assholes." Tommy chimes in, this time at a reasonable volume.

"So from here on out, anyone who says mean shit to you gets banned. From all of our chats." Your eyes go wide at Phil's words, and you quickly pull up his and Tommy's streams to see what their chats are saying.

But... that can't be right. The outpouring of agreement can't be right. The fans all hate you, you know this. There's no way they're agreeing with Phil, Tommy, Techno, and Wil.

So you open Wilbur's chat, then pull up a YouTube tab for Techno's stream too.

Agreement floods every chat, and for just a moment you can't breathe. You were the supposed forgotten middle child, the one nobody cares to stand up for. But that was wrong, wasn't it?

You are part of the Sleepy Bois, and you're just as deserving as everyone else. Of the fans, of the support, of being able to open chat and not see overwhelming hate.

Of being loved.

[ax-y10]

Fresh Starts

In which: Wilbur moves in next door, and readers child does something a little different

A/n: this is a random dadbur drabble/blurb based on this prompt list (prompt five). I'm going to add this to the masterlist in a while (after I wake up and get out of bed).

Chapter info: Single parent reader, single parent Wilbur, he has a daughter and reader has a daughter (I can only write girls 😭), mentions of parents leaving, doubt, let me know if I said "mum" in it and I'll change it.

Pronouns: Mention of they/them, mainly you/yours

Masterlist:

You doubted yourself. Simple as that. Before you had your daughter, you didn't know if you could ever do what's best for her. But the minute you saw her wonderful face and beautiful smile, you knew you were going to do your best, even if it was the bare minimum.

He doubted himself. How was he going to look after the carbon-copy of himself? After his girlfriend left him, he didn't know how he was going to help the young one. But everytime he saw his daughters face, he knew he was going to do something.

When your daughter grew up and gained some traction in the world, she was unstoppable. "Come on! I'm going to be late for school!" She would yell each morning at exactly 7:45 in the morning. "Yes, sweets," You'd say, finishing tying her shoes up, and off she ran down the stairs of the apartment complex.

As soon as his daughter was grown up and exploring the world, he was never going to be able to stop her. "Dad! Dad! Come on! You're going to be late for the studio!" She'd remind him of his daily task as they were in a rush, and tried to calm his nerves. "We're almost there. You can see the boys soon," He'd finish, pulling up out the front of the studio.

The front desk lady, or your bestfriend, had told you there was someone moving in next door. 'Next door?' You'd thought. 'But that's where my daughter loves to play?' You'd ramble again. "But next door? What's she going to do?" You questioned, motioning to your daughter. "Oh, she'll be fine. The man has a daughter of his own, and he'll completely understand if he sees a little girl wandering in through his door," And that was the first impression Wilbur would get of you.

His daughter was grabbing at his pants leg, desperately wanting to hide and get into their room, but he had to talk to the front desk lady before doing so, so he slung her over his hip and held her. "Is there anything else I should know?" He queried, knowing the need of his daughter's was growing. "One more thing. Your little one is getting a bit needy so I'll make it quick. There is an absolutely lovely person who has the flat on your right. They also have a daughter around the age of yours," He nodded, thanked her, and off they went. And the first thing he saw as he was unpacking was a small girl wandering through his door.

"Sweets? Where are you?" You said as you walked around your flat. You hadn't told her she couldn't go next door, as to not hurt her feelings, but your heart dropped when you heard a familiar giggle from the room over. Your daughter was with the man who'd never seen your face before. And that in itself scared you so much. Moving to the room over and slowly knocking on the door, a kind smile welcomed you.

"Darling? Where's your parents?" He'd asked your daughter, her smile dropping when she saw him, for more than one reason. A tall man with funny glasses, a messed up collar tucked underneath a grey sweater, and a beanie pulled over his mess of brown, curly hair. The giggle that spilled from her lips couldn't be anything other than joy as her fingers laced through his hair. He heard rushed footsteps, and a knock on the door soon after. Pulling your daughter up onto his hips, he told his own daughter, wherever she was, that he'd be back soon. He opened the door, and greeted your shorter figure with a warm, welcoming smile.

You stood at the doorway, introduced yourself as 'the girl he was holding's parent', all the while your daughter made grabby hands at you, whining when she didn't get held by you. "Oh sorry, probably should have given her back. I'm Wilbur, by the way," He introduced, handing your daughter back to you, and welcoming you through the door. You sat down at his half put together table and got comfortable.

"Uhm, hello, I'm the girl you're holding's parent, if that makes any sense," you introduced yourself. He noticed the girl's desperate grabby hands, and held her out to you, "Oh sorry, probably should have given her back. I'm Wilbur, by the way," He held out his hand behind his back and welcomed you through, and watched intently as you found a seat at his half built table.

Before you both knew it, you were both a daily occurrence in each other's lives. Whether it was passing each other in the hall, bumping into each other when dropping your daughter's off at school, having dinner at his flat, and watching him at studio while he recorded songs. You both knew each other more than you'd known any other person you'd met, and you both saw no end of the friendship, and even hoped it moved last a friendship.

You offered to help drop off his daughter when he had to go to studio early that morning, now that your daughter and his had gotten along, and he happily obliged, a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Finally having someone to be by his side and offering to help was such a blessing in his eyes. He absolutely adored your daughter and loved the way your eyes sparkled when she did something, whether it was big or small.

How long till you got to see him tonight? One hour. An hour until he was picking you up, driving you to the restaurant across Brighton and dropping your daughter's off at his studio. God, and this is like every rom-com you've ever watched. The man arrives early, you're not ready, he watches in disbelief at how stunning you are... But that isn't how it plays out. Even though he does arrive early, he waits patiently in the living room with the two girls, happily chatting along with them, until you walk out of your room. It's simple, a plain black shirt with white patterning scattered across it, a pair of jeans stuffed in the back of your closet, some random converse and your hair done up in plaits.

He was stressed. He said casual dress for the date, and here he was stressing over wearing a sweater and sweatpants. After running his hands over his sweater, through his hair, and along every smooth surface, he was finally ready to pick you up. Arriving earlier than planned, he knocked on the door and your daughter ran up to him, before running inside with his own. "Y/n, I'm here. Come out when you're ready," he called out, hearing your approval from the few rooms away. When you walked out, however, he had to register for a second what he was looking at. Yes, it was simple, and yes, probably not your best outfit, but you looked good in everything you wore.

Arriving home after the date, hearing Phil interacting with your children, Wilbur stopped you just before you walked inside. "I need to tell you something," He spoke.

"I need to tell you something," he spoke, awaiting your answer. "What's wrong?" God, he loved how you cared for him so much. "I want to go on another date with you. It's fine if you don't want to, and I don't mind, but I just need to do one more thing-" He finished his sentence, leaving forward, flicking his eyes to your lips for a split second, and he was filled with joy the minute your lips met his.

A little knock on the door, and a child running into your legs, you immediately pulled away. "Why were you kissing Dad?" Your little one asked, and your gaze flew to him to see what he thought.

His face was red as he heard the word 'Dad'. He'd never thought of himself as a dad. Could have never dreamed of it. But here he was, falling more in love with you and your child by the second. "Do y- you, uh, do you want me to be your d- dad?" He asked your daughter, only for clarification so he knew she meant it.

And off the little one went, standing on his feet and clinging to his pant leg "Yes please. They seem very happy when their with you, and I see the way you look at them. You love them, and I think they love you," and off he went asking you.

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This was so shit and rushed but anywho... I'm starting a taglist so either dm me or request to be added to it.

[milqueandsugar]

Can you do something like what newly wed life is like with Philza please??

THANK YOU SM

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready🏵

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

| Newly Wed Life |

Philza spoils you absolutely rotten, he can't help it truly!

On a normal day he'd be at your beck and call, his love language is acts of service so you best believe he'll be servicing you

But after just getting married?

You don't even have to say anything he has everything you need darling

Part of it is his silly bird brain telling him to show you that he was the best possible choice

(Which you already know)

And the other is the fact that he is riding this newly Wed ride hard

This next few months are the happiest and most blissful you've ever seen him

His relaxed his grinning like an idiot all day, truly the peak of his life

During this time he'll take you out pretty often, most of your dates before and after the phase are dinner dates or picnics, something small and near the house since the two of you are so busy

But during this phase? You are painting L'manburg red you are out every night

You two even build your own house together! Sort of a bird thing but the thought is even romantic to you

He builds special display cases for your guys wedding attire (that eventually gets forgotten about in the attic but it's the thought that counts)

Newly wed philza is all laughter and energy, it's the happiest he's been in centuries and he tells you everyday, things have changed since then, as all things do, but the one thing that has stayed Relatively the same, his is absolute adoration of you.