#platonic!sbi family x reader

[fandomlit]

and scene (sbi x reader)

summary you make the mistake of telling your friends that your sociology class is boring. they change that for a day.

warnings swearing, implications of suggestive themes, fighting (but playfully)

a/n aka i’ve been watching too much gilmore girls lately

gif cred belongs to @m-iyaeto​

in a lecture hall with two hundred students, it was easy to get bored. it was rare that the professor’s eye was tuned directly into one particular student, and even more rare that that student was you. sociology was an interesting topic, but not interesting enough to keep you from nearly sliding out of the small, cramped seat as you dozed off.

your attention was finally grabbed when the door slammed open. you sat up straight in your seat as a familiar blur stormed toward the row you sat at, demanding, “y/n l/n!”

of course, it only could’ve been wilbur soot.

the entire class stopped short to ogle at the tall man now staring down across four students to where you sat in your row. your professor didn’t seem to know what to say in that moment.

“where were you this morning?”

your heart was already racing from all the attention that had suddenly been turned on to you. you racked your brain but you would’ve sworn you had never made plans with wilbur for that morning, had he not been so quick to interrupt you.

“so what, it-it’s one night of hot, searing passion and then you’re gone?” he demanded, voice too loud and too clear throughout the suddenly too small lecture hall. you swore you had never felt so much heat fill your body; you had certainly not spent the night with your best friend.

“wil, wh-”

“oh, save your excuses for tonight!” he yelled out. giggles and murmurs were starting to reach your ears as you started to lift yourself out of your seat. “yeah, we’re still having dinner with my parents, by the way!”

before you could yell at him and protest, the door came crashing open for a second time. “y/n!”

it was technoblade, out of breath and gripping flowers. his vermillion gaze was locked on you and you felt like a deer suddenly in a big, bright headlight. 

“y/n, this can’t be the end for us,” technoblade spoke in his strong, powerful voice and suddenly you hated your friends so, so much. “not when i still feel this way for you.”

“you had your chance, brother!” wilbur yelled down to the longer-haired man.

your professor took this chance to speak up, “gentleman, i do not think this is the space for this dispute-”

technoblade cut him off without a thought, “you’re telling me you’re the better option out of the two of us?”

“i was the first!” wilbur started to descend down the steps again toward his brother. “she never told you about that night in the rain, did she?” that’s when technoblade threw him into a headlock and suddenly they were wrestling on the likely-disgusting carpet of the lecture hall. your classmates were cheering and laughing all around you, but you were absolutely mortified. just when you had buried your face in your hands, the door slammed open for a third time and a whistle blew in the room.

your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw it was tommy, wearing a terribly cheap-looking policeman’s costume with the loud whistle between his lips. did they take him out of school for this?

“you two, break it up!” he yelled dramatically, tearing his brothers off of each other. “no crimes of passion in the university!” they finally broke apart in a fit of suppressed laughter and breathlessness. “see what you’ve done, y/n?” all eyes were on you again. tommy slung his arms over his brothers’ shoulders. “let this be a lesson to you all! never fall for the siren that is y/n l/n!” 

wilbur and tommy bowed as the class cheered and hollered. technoblade nodded at you and threw the bouquet of flowers. one of the guys in front of you caught it and offered it to you. you couldn’t help but let an embarrassed laugh slip as you took the arrangement into your hand. your smile made wilbur and tommy let out a loud cheer and technoblade clap before they scampered out of the class.

you threw your warm face into your hand again as the class’s excitement died down and your professor began, “well..” you heaved a loud sigh that made the girls next to you laugh again. “i think l/n here made friends with too many theater majors..” the class chuckled. “you did know those gents, correct?”

you nodded and gathered up what voice you could, “not as well as they implied, but..” the class broke into more laughter. “yes. they’re my best friends.”

“good, good,” the professor chuckled. “well class, let’s take this as an example of breaking societal norms.” you tuned the professor out again as you willed the embarrassed heat to leave your body, pressing a cool hand to your forehead.

you were going to get those damned boys back.

[py-dreamer]

SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

[lonely-lost-soul]

Dream Smp Masterlist

Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:

☁-Angst

❆-Fluff

⚘ -Smut

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Technoblade x Reader:

Under the FloorBoards: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII,  Pt. VIII, Pt. VX, Pt. X, Pt. XI, Pt. XII, Pt. XII ☁❆

Lost One's Weeping: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two ❆☁

Beauty and the Beast: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4: final, epilogue ❆⚘

Phantom of the Opera AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Final ⚘❆☁

Withered ☁

Where Loyalties Lie ☁

I’m Not Soft ❆

Let Me Worship You ❆

Fight For Me ❆

Royal ❆

Blood for the Blood God ❆ ☁

Shut Up and Drive ❆

Written In the Stars ❆

Forgive me father for I have sinned ⚘

Don’t mess with the boss’s wife ❆

Wilbur Soot x Reader:

First Lady of the Court: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III ❆☁

Philza Minecraft x Reader:

Of Immortality and Nymphs: pt. II, Pt. III ❆

Karlnapity x Reader:

Time Travel is A Tricky Business ❆

Fundy x Reader

Little Fox ❆

Platonic Ranboo x Reader:

Slumber Party ❆

Platonic Tommyinit x reader:

Tis' But A Flesh Wound ❆

Since I've Been Gone ❆

C!Jschlatt x Reader:

Poff Poff (Platonic) ❆

Daddy's Little Girl (DadSchlatt au) Pt. II, Pt. III ☁

The Women Who Loved a Monster☁

Family SBI x Reader:

Little Hope ❆

Dream Smp Headcanons:

Them simping for you ❆

How they Kiss ❆

Them Leaving Marks on you⚘

A Pirates Life for Me ❆

Woes of an Immortal (3k Special) ❆⚘☁

[sanderchu]

Ok I’ve had this thing stuck in my head , so there are these two kids, one of them is holding a sparkler and the other kid runs behind her yelling “SOMEONE GAVE ME FIRE”. Do you think you could do a Dadza x teen reader base off of this with Wilbur holding the sparkler and reader running past him with Tommy right behind them? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense lol, it was just an idea I just had

Sparklers

Note: bro this is really cool-

Characters: 3/4 sbi inc.

teen au

reader: Gnteen!reader

All platonic, family relationship

Everyone was outside. Phil was doing a cookout for you, tommy, Wilbur, and him just to spend some time outside and together. Everything was going well you were hanging out with tommy and Wilbur as you all did weird things. Like for example, tommy took a stick to poke something he thought was dead. You all had to stay inside for a bit because it seemed angry and Phil just watched and laughed.

“Look what I found” Wilbur said as you and Tommy looked at him as you both sat on the table. Wilbur held a skinny slightly big box with a colorful look. "what is that?" tommy asked as wilbur opened the box to show him. Will took out a long stick from the box, "sparkler" he sai before pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lighting it up. "where did you get a lighter?" y/n asked as wilbur handed tommy the lit sparkler and pulling out two more for you and him. "dont ask questions just have fun." he sounded slightly stern as he lit your sparkler and handed it to you.

Tommy was already mezmerized at this point with his. "what do we do now?" you asked as you looked at yours, "run." With that wilbur started to sprint around the yard making tommy only follow right behind. You thought about it but soon started to run being ahead of tommy due to his semi slow speed. Phil saw you guys coming this way as you yelled, "WILBUR GAVE ME FIRE!" phil watched as you tommy and wilbur kept running around the front and backyard.

"WILL!" that's when phil yelled now chasing you guys too. Wilbur got in trouble and so did tommy for almost burning a tree and you just sat there and watched with a evil smirk on your face basically saying, "haha fuckers" all over your face.

[mysticalsoot]

★masterlist★

if you would like to request something, check out the post linked below for guidelines! (the masterlist continues after the cut!)

introduction post here

key;

fluff // ☁️

angst // 💔

hurt comfort // ❤️‍🩹

authors favorite // 🪐

romantic // 🌹

platonic // 🌷

request // ✨

WIP // 🧵

[HEADCANNONS]

(mostly wilbur, but most of my stuff is him so)

dadbur hc's!

[ X READER ]

(some may be cross posted on AO3)

« cc!Wilbur » ↓

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he did and he always will) ❤️‍🩹🌹

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will) 💔

marry the idiot on the stage (request) ✨

This is it, this is what joy feels like, doesn't it? 💔☁️🪐🌹

too, more, and most 💔❤️‍🩹🪐

sick at space camp ☁️ 🪐🌹

« c!Wilbur » ↓

guitars and domestic bliss ☁️🌹

to be determined!

« Technoblade » ↓

to be determined!

[NON-READER FICS ]

(cross posted on AO3)

« cc!Wilbur » ↓

this is reality 🫧💔



« c!Wilbur » ↓

What's reality when everything is fabricated? 🧵



« Technoblade » ↓

to be determined!



« SBI » ↓

humanity doesn't require red (neither does family) 💔

[amyelevenn]

muddy days

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; request - platonic Technoblade, where he's trying to maybe give gardening lessons to everyone but someone (maybe Tommy/Wilbur/idk) start a mud fight? Just something fluffy and entertaining, I just enjoy reading about Techno trying to gives lessons of any kind 😁 Phil needs to go do some things, leaving Techno in charge of his siblings - one thing leads to another and a mud fight breaks out (ages: Techno & Wilbur - twins - 16, you - 9 (also called Clymene), Tommy - 7 (Also called Theseus))

WARNINGS; none

A/N; ahhhh adorable request !!! had fun writing this as I barely write fluff :))

1.3k words - M.LIST

The past week had been rain, rain, and you guessed it – more rain. Mother nature took no break, deciding it best to have it pour non-stop for 6 straight days. Some hours were heavier than others, yet it never varied past a light shower.

The weather was so bad that if it were human you would have no choice but to assume they were miserable.

Miserable. The perfect way Tommy and his siblings would describe this forecast. You were all sick and tired of being locked up inside, to the point where Wilbur got so antsy that he pulled his two younger siblings out with him to play in the rain. Yeah, it did result in a scolding from his father, but all three knew the short time outside was worth more than their money.

After yet another night of seemingly endless rain, dawn broke when the down pour finally eased. It drizzled for a little while longer, but came to a proper end by the time the sun was comfortably above the horizon.

Phil really wanted to take the chance to get out and do what he needed for supplies so his family could suffice, so that is exactly what he did. He was gone before his three youngest were awake, making a quick conversation with Techno to double check the hybrid remembered all of the household rules.

Techno was ecstatic that he would get to boss around his annoying siblings for the day, finally able to get the stuff he wanted done around the house. He knew that their home would look better than it ever had by the time Phil was back. (Because really, all he wanted was to make his dad proud.)

As the Minecraft kin awoke, Techno immediately informed them on what would be happening today – hastily promising it would be fun when he was met with three separates groans of distaste. You ate breakfast as per usual, then the hybrid sent you all off to do certain chores.

“Waaiitt,” Wilbur objected, “can’t we get dressed first? Surely you won’t deprive us of that.”

Techno shot him a glare, which his twin only shrugged off. “Fine,” he huffed, “but don’t wear anything good, we are going to do some gardening later.”

You and Tommy wailed in disapproval whilst Wilbur shook his head, clearly not happy with Phil’s decision.

the break for lunch came and passed sooner than any of you would’ve liked, and it wasn’t long after everyone had finished that Techno was dragging you all out the back door to start gardening. Once all eight gum boots had been slotted onto their respected feet, you raced Tommy down the stairs and to the shed. You were having a good day so far, so you let Tommy win. The smile on his face was much better than winning would’ve gotten you anyway.

As the mud squelches under foot, a brilliant idea forms in your head, and when you look up at Tommy, based on the glint in his eyes, you can tell he has the exact same idea.

The twins interrupt your ‘telepathic’ conversation with Tommy, scurrying into the shed to grab any necessary tools. The duo came back out, guiding you over to the veggie patch.

“Alright Theseus, Clymene, you two will plant whilst Wilby and I will weed,” Techno directed, ignoring the pointed scowl coming from his twin at the childish nickname.

“What are we planting Tech?” you ask.

“Uh- just some carrots and potatoes, nothing that exciting,” Wilbur interjects.

You and Tommy hum in approval, making quick work of grabbing the necessary seeds and running over to a separate veggie garden to be alone. As you hastily throw down your tools, Tommy looks up with the most wicked grin you had ever seen.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he smirks.

“That depends sir,” you giggle, attempting to hide your ever-growing smile. “Were you thinking about how fun mud can be to play with?”

“Yeah!”

“Good me too!”

The pair of you laugh, oblivious to the twins’ gaze on you. They could tell the two of you were up to no good, but were weirdly willing to let it all play out.

“Ok Toms I’ll move to the other side of the veggie patch so that way you can throw mud at me, but I will ‘accidentally’ duck so it hits Wilby in the face,” you snicker.

“Why do I have to throw?” Tommy whines.

“Why can’t you?”

“Techno likes you better so he won’t get mad if you do it.”

You think for a moment. “Good point. You move to the other side and I’ll throw okay?”

He nods, salutes, then crawls so he is opposite of you, his back turned to his brothers. You wait until Tommy is the only one with his eyes on you, then ready yourself.

“Get down,” you whisper, failing to contain your massive smile.

 “MUD FIGHT!!” you screech, gathering the biggest clump of mud that you could muster and piffing it at Wilbur’s head. Unfortunately your aim isn’t exactly perfectly accurate – so instead of hitting the twin you aimed for, you may have hit the other.

For a hot minute, everything froze. You thought for sure this was how you were going to die – Technoblade killing you for something you misdirected. Wilbur’s pupils were blown wide – as were Tommy’s – at what had happened, both clearly unsure of what Techno’s reaction would be.

“Tech?” you gulp, fear running rampant through your veins. “I- I didn’t mean to hit you I was aiming for Wilby I promise-”

Your sentence got cut short because a big, gooey chunk of mud landed straight in between your eyes.

“Bullseye,” Techno smirks, already prepping himself to make Tommy his next target. Wilbur seemed to have a similar idea, glancing at his twin before launching his attack.

Wilbur’s mud pie hit Tommy in the back of the head, causing him to turn around and then be struck on the nose by Techno’s.

Multitudes of laughter echoed around the garden at the youngest’s double whammy, joy spreading like a contagious disease. You and the gang felt better than you had in over a week.

Yet when you noticed how clean Wilby was looking, you didn’t bother to resist the urge to push him over and into the mud. Running as fast as you could, you grinned as his own smile faltered, quickly realising what he was in for.

You cackled as he scrambled to his feet, screaming oh so loud. “Noooooo Clymene I’m your favourite! You wouldn’t dare!”

“Yes I would!” you cheered, chasing him in circles around the veggie patches.

You could hear Tommy shrieking in glee as he did the same thing to Techno, antagonizing the elders with you.

Adrenaline flourished throughout all four siblings as the chase continued for a while, the two younger beginning to tire out. The twins knew it to be only fair for them to slow down, meeting eyes for only a second as if in mutually agreement to let the youngin’s best them.

Hope sparks in both yours and Tommy’s chests as your pursuit was coming to an end. For you, all you had to do was stick your leg out for Wilbur to trip on, falling and landing face first into the ground – now coated head to toe in mud.

Tommy, on the other hand, had a bit more trouble bringing down the piglin. So, after lending him a hand up, you and Wilby decided to help him out.

With his twin holding his hands behind his back, Techno was stuck, rendered useless. Tommy and you had a field day smushing mud onto his face, smearing it on his neck and arms.

Despite how grimy and gross the twins felt about being saturated in dirt, both knew the pure happiness that shone from Clymene and Theseus was well worth everything that had happened.

And although he claims it was a waste of time, to this day it remains one of Technoblade’s fondest childhood memories.

[pretty-amorphous-blob]

Skin is not always so pretty

familial / platonic c!beeduo and sbi x reader 

Disclaimer: there are a lot of pet names used in a familial/platonic way and a lot of platonic physical affection. Also somewhat graphic depictions of eczema and pain.

You cursed as you woke up, feeling the tightness in your face and inevitably the rest of your body, groaning quietly at the pain. The eczema was really bad today. 

Getting up took about ten minutes, with the incrimental shifting towards the tub of salve on your bedside table, and a combo pain and healing potion made for you especially by Philza. Eventually sitting up you took the potion mixture, making a face at the taste, and rubbed the salve onto your joints, it wouldn’t solve the problem, but it would at least allow you to hobble towards the shower. 

Walking to the shower was a grueling task, you carried a topical ointment also from Philza and salve with you as you went, as well as the linen strips for wet wraps and clean cotton pajamas. Every inch your skin moved made you keen in agony, and tears began to form in your eyes. It hurt so bad, you wanted to curl up and cry, but you knew the only way to fend off the burning dryness was to shower and moisturize.

The bathroom wasn’t very far, and you were almost there when you heard a familiar voice call your name drowsily.

You tried your best to hide it from them since the flare up had started, wearing long sleeves all the time, covering your face with a mask, showering incredibly early and late at night, blaming it on workout routines. You built a schedule to avoid them seeing the red scaly patchiness on your skin, downing numbing potions like they were going out of stock everyday to keep the constant twinges and itchiness away. Philza was a saint, keeping your secret nd experimenting with Techno to come up with treatment potions.

They noticed the strange behavior of course, but they just ignored it in favor of respecting your boundaries. They all had weird things, Ranboo hated eye contact and Tubbo hated fireworks, but this? This was disastrous, Tubbo was awake, and he seen your uncovered face, your arms, everything. His eyes widened in shock, seeing the red patches and wrinkled dry skin around your joints. It was humiliating. 

You froze, tears still collecting in your eyes, this time from shame as well as pain. You didn’t have time to explain though, you needed to shower, or you were gong to die. Well  not literally die, but the pain was making you lightheaded even with the potion.

You rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, hurriedly sorting all your care items on the counter and turning the fan on. Now for the hardest part, undressing. You always dreaded this, peeling clothing off the oozing cracks hurt so much. Sometimes it was easier to literally get in the shower and then take off your clothes as the water softened your skin and washed away the crusted blood and fluid.

You hissed in pain as you gently peeled away your shirt ignoring the fire burning across your body. The process took at least five minutes, and you muffled pained groans and gasps by biting your hand. Not the best coping strategy, but hey, hiding a severe medical condition from your bestfriends wasn’t easy.

Soon enough you had finished your shower, despite the fact that you had to be incredibly gentle and took way longer than what would be considered normal. You definitely would have to go back to Philza at some point to make sure nothing was infected but for the time being you were dead set on not getting caught scurying back to your room in shorts and a tank top that barely covered your back. 

When you left the bathroom you saw Ranboo and Tubbo speaking in the kitchen looking concerned as their ears twitched and ranboo’s tail flicked back and forth anxiously. You snuck by them and got to your room, laying a towel on the floor, and attempted to rub the ointment Philza made you into the problem areas. You were trying your best to avoid the wing friendly tanktop and running shorts you had on. They were the only clothes you had that didn’t cover the problem areas but also wouldn't absorb the precious concoction Philza had so graciously made you. 

A knock on your door made you jerk suddenly and you whimpered in pain. You knew it would be easier to let them help you, but the humiliation and shame of letting them see your condition made you shrink into yourself. You didn’t want them to see your skin, they would think you were hideous. A monster, despicable, they would shun you like a leper.

“Sunshine? Is your skin acting up?” you heard Tubbo’s gentle voice come through the door, and you let out another quiet whimper. “I’m gonna take that as a yes. Is it alright if Ranboo and I help you?”

You wanted them to, it would be so nice to be taken care of, gentle hands helping you put the ointment and salve on and then helping with the bandages. You always did them in a hurry, leaving them sloppy and barely effective, good enough to get the job done but not remotely like the first time Philza showed you how. The vulnerability was terrifying, but you knew you were part of their family, and they would care fo you just the same as Tommy, Michael, or Shroud. 

It would be the same as Tubbo applying Michael’s anti-necrotic potion each night to stablize his condition. 

It would be just like Ranboo massaging Tubbos left shoulder when it had phantom pains from the execution.

 It would be like you and Tubbo searching for Ranboo in the dark hours of the morning, only to lure the lanky man’s enderwalk state back home with chorus fruit and grass blocks.(Ranboo stocked up on both for such events.)

You knew they would care for you so you opened the door, stepping back and hanging your head in shame, while shivering with pain

Ranboo immediately rushed to your side, softly stroking your hair and examining your skin gently. “Oh honey, it's really bad huh?” you sniffle as he softly runs his free hand over your arms and back, gently moving you to sit on the towel Tubbo moved to your bed. “Shh, its alright, Tubbo’s gonna help okay? We’re here. We’ve got you.” as forgetful as the guy was he could be awful sweet.

 Tubbo shuffled onto the bed with you, picking up the tub of ointment and the salve. “Where do I put the ointment sunshine?”

You let out a small sigh at that, tears continuing to roll down your cheeks. You look at the floor and mumble “Back, arms, and the l-lower part of my legs.”

Tubbo starts to apply the potion, his touch is ever so gentle and caring, and it makes you weep all the more. You felt so vulnerable and scared, the only person who had ever helped you with this before was Philza, and he was practically your dad. The soft rubbing sensation eased the burning and throbbing pain rushing through your skin, and Tubbo softly hushed your whimpers as he worked on your arm.

Ranboo kneels in front of you, somehow still taller than you, and moves to card one of his hands through your hair. You catch it and push it away, for fear of hurting him with the wet strands. 

“I took a water resistance potion love, it’s fine.” he smiles genuinely and you move your hand back to your lap. Ranboo immediately puts his hand back against your head, gently tugging through the hair and softly smiling down at you. It feels too loving, too real. 

Tubbo had finished your back and moved on to your left arm, and it hurt. Your muscles were stiff and your skin felt tight and painful. “Hey boo, do you wanna do their legs to get it done faster?” 

Ranboo immediately warbled in agreement, and started to work on your legs, rubbing gently and softly, careful to not scrape you with his talons.

Tubbo then shifted closer to you, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “We’re almost done, Yeah? You’re doing so well sunshine, so proud of you.” he murmurs reassurances as he moves to the right arm. The muscles ached from lack of use, a side effect of hiding in your room all day to avoid being seen, and every press on them hurt a little bit. It felt so nice, but it also felt so so so scary. Would this make them see you different?

Ranboo interrupted you thoughts, seeming to catch on to the negative spiral as he started on the left leg. “You wanna watch some movies and cuddle with us after this? I can give Michael to Tommy for today, he’ll understand. Plus he’s been hinting at a playdate with Shroud for a while now.” He was watching you carefully as he spoke, relieved to see your tears becoming less and less as you sank back into Tubbo, relaxing a bit from the care you were being given. It was so tender, and strange, you never treated your skin this delicately, there wasn’t time for that.

You hummed in affirmation as Ranboo finished up your legs, slumping even further into Tubbo and curling into his chest while shivering from the waves of razor sharp pain. They both cooed at you in sympathy. Ranboo has a distorted enderian trill as he softly rubs your cheek, and Tubbo’s hand moves to your hair and he mutters more reassurances quietly into your hair.

“Ranboo can you grab a numbing potion, some gauze and the linen strips? I don’t want to move them y’know?” Ranboo smiled again and nodded moving away from you.

“Of course, I’ll call Tommy to get the kid as well” Ranboo leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and chirped quietly.

After about ten minutes he came back with a worried looking Tommy in tow. 

“Are they alright, do I need to get Philza?” you winced at your loud friend, barely comprehending anything over the blood rushing in your ears from pain, snuggling closer to Tubbo when he entered the room. 

“Oh” Tommy breathed. “How long will it take the flare to go down, do ya think?” they were talking in hushed whispers and Ranboo shrugged.

“They’ve never had one this bad, but hopefully soon. I hate seeing them in pain.” a small pained trill came from him as he walked over and sat on the bed with a potion and two sets of bandages. “You should probably go though, they need treatment and probably a lot of rest.” Tommy nodded in agreement, looking over at you and Tubbo, smiling fondly at the scene before leaving to collect the two children running rampant in the house.

“Hey darling, I’ve got a numbing potion for you,” you perk up at the sound of that and shift to look at him, “here, it should help.” Ranboo presses the potion to your lips and Tubbo continues to brush your hair, soothing the throb of pain throughout your body. 

Soon the numbing potion took effect and you could move and speak easily without too much pain. It had subsided into a dull burning sensation and you could sit up enough for ranboo to start the wet wraps. 

“I was supposed to soak the bandages in two parts water and one part potion correct?” Ranboo looked to you for guidance.

“Yeah, thats what Philza said. He also said to cover them with dry dressings and wear pure cotton clothing while I have a flare, so.” you slurred tiredly as Tubbo hummed in agreement, still stroking your hair. 

Tubbo shifts behind you, moving his arms to push you up a bit “Can you sit up so we can apply the wrappings?” you nod carefully, and Tubbo guides you to sit up fully, facing Ranboo again. His ears are twitching and his tail lazily wraps around just above your knee, avoiding the tender skin on your lower legs.

“Okay, we’ll be gentle and try to do this quick, alright sunshine?” you hum, not in nearly as much pain as before, but still not quite with it. Ranboo takes a small vial out of his pocket and drinks it before grabbing the wet linen strip for application.

The process is still painful but less of a mind numbing, searing pain, and more, a dull throbbing pain. They work quickly and efficiently, the bandages applied with expert care. probably a side effect of wartime first aid. The wet wraps help a lot and soon they’ve applied the gauze, you notice how much more secure it is, as well as how dry the outer layer is.

Tubbo pulls you back into his chest and Ranboo crawls up onto the bed, sitting in front of you and Tubbo, while sroking the line of your face.

“All done kiddo, we can watch a movie and relax now okay?” Ranboo smiles at you and looks back at his husband who hasn’t let you go since this whole thing started forty minutes ago.

“yep , just like boo said, we’re all done sunshine. You can relax and sleep now, we’re not going anywhere.” he turns so you were on your side and Ranboo covers you with a light blanket, laying beside you two.

You feel so sleepy and taken care of, it’s hard to stay awake, especially when you hear Ranboo’s little trills and Tubbo’s soft bleating. Somehow you fall asleep on top of Tubbo with Ranboo’s tail around your waist, and for the first time in a while you have a peaceful sleep.

And if Techno and Philza come around occasionally with inventory full of salves and potions intended for you, well that’s nobody’s business.

And if shroud mysteriously has playdates with Michael on the really bad days, well, Tommy just has really good timing.

And if Ranboo and Tubbo devote the early hours of the day and the late hours of the evening helping you with your skin until the flare goes down, well, no one had to know.

[quinn-styx]

HC's with SBI for a lazy Sunday

Based on the @flufftober2021 Prompt for day 3 "Lazy Sundays", as well as inspired by this series by Hellion!

Pairings: SBI + sibling! reader

Pronouns used: they/them

AUs: SBI family dynamic, modern DSMP characters, highschool AU

Warnings: none other than maybe out of character SBI?

Summary: it's the weekend and after a long week beforehand everyone just wants to relax a bit.

A/N: Everyone here is based on their Dream SMP characters, NOT the content creators that play them. I'm also not trying to push a non-canon dynamic, I am aware that SBI is not canon, this is an AU.

• There was nothing particularly special about this Sunday, no birthdays or holidays, it wasn't even a day that Wil would be hanging out with his friends like he normally does

• The only real outlier was the week before, and lemme tell you it was certainly one hell of a week

• Between Phil dealing with some particularly picky people at his job, Techno, Wilbur, and Y/N having to take tests in school, and Tommy having gotten a new plastic gun (which wasn't necessarily annoying for him, but you can image how it's effected everyone else) everyone was stressed

• Which is why it was no shock that once Sunday rolled around the Minecraft's didn’t want to do very much other than just have a nice relaxing day

• The day started with breakfast a bit later than usual, everyone slept in a bit that morning and everyone got a plate of pancakes with their favorite fruits on top, calm music played from a radio

• After breakfast everyone went their separate ways Wilbur to play some music, Techno reading, and Y/N to work on a project they were thinking on as Philza and Tommy went to work on the small garden outside together :D

• Music filled the house from Wilbur strumming his guitar throughout the morning, at times you could swear that Techno was humming along to the soft tunes

• Later on after lunch Tubbo came over to hang out with Tommy and the two kids ran around the halls and talked to the teenagers in the process

• As afternoon fell to evening, Tubbo would be staying for dinner and everyone ate as a family, the world felt nice in that moment, very calm and warm as light chatter found itself falling over the table

• All was well, even if for one day

[crystalcow]

𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙//𝑆𝐵𝐼

Masterlist

SBI x reader !p !Father’s Day

Pronouns used: she/her

Warnings: swearing, family bickering

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wilbur.”

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

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

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

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

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

[capt-spooki3]

By The Witch's Grace

Technoblade's Route

Chapter Five: The Decision

A Sbi "choose your own story" fanfiction

Click here for story description(and for route emoji code)

Warnings: cursing, mention of bruises and injures, kidnapping, kind of human trafficking?(turning someone in for money)

4.9k words

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“Okay, play a ‘C’.”

Y/n was answered by the strum of a guitar.

“Good, ‘A’.”

Another strum.

“Now a bit of a challenge, play ‘A’, then ‘C’, then ‘E’.”

And the consecutive strums of different chords followed.

“You’re learning so fast Wilbur! You’re doing really good, honestly.” Y/n said with a smile, busying themself with looking through a music book enough to not notice the adoring look Wilbur was giving them after the praise. He focused back on the instrument for a moment before looking back at them and opening his mouth to speak, but not before seeing Technoblade pop in at the top of the staircase.

“Hey Pigeon, sorry to bother you two, but Tommy and I wanted to know if you had animal-safe dye and if so if we can dye a couple of the sheep.” He asked nonchalantly even as Y/n looked up at him bewildered before they broke out into a laugh. Shaking their head, they turned around slightly from their spot on the floor to face the staircase.

“Yeah, go right ahead. I don’t have actual dye, but I have some herbs that can dye the wool. Look in the top left barrel, take what ones look like they will dye something.” He nodded at their words and gave them a  thumbs-up, doing his best to stifle his smile until he was out of sight. “Oh and Techno, make sure you let the dye sit on the wool for at least an hour before you rinse it!”

A moment passed, the sound of the barrel lid being taken off as he faintly hummed before he showed back up with a handful of herbs and a couple of small light-colored satchels which were stained with colors which he clearly was assuming were from whatever the bag contained. “I’ll remember that, thanks. And Wilbur, the music sounds good so far, keep it up.” He said, giving another thumbs up though this one is directed at his brother. Not letting any time spare he hurried up the stairs and disappeared around the corner, shouting out for Tommy to join him before he was gone with the sound of a closing door.

Wilbur scoffed a light laugh and shifted around to put his back up against the concrete wall as the pair were sitting on the floor despite the plush chairs being right next to them, wide open for use. Y/n turned back to him when hearing the laugh and glanced down to look at the thin booklet in their hand. 

“Okay, so… try playing this now.” They turned the book around and held it out for him to read off of. He leaned closer to look over the series of chords, nodding slowly to himself as to work up the confidence to play it.

He leaned back, adjusting the guitar as he focused his attention. Playing the chords slowly as he glanced back and forth from the book to his hands. The first few rounds were rough but by the fourth go at it, he played hot cross buns perfectly.

"Yeah!!" Y/n threw their arms up enthusiastically with a big smile, making Wilbur laugh. "That was good!! You're doing such a good job with this Will.” They praised him thoroughly while he watched them with a sweet smile, clearly loving the attention he was getting. He relaxed against the wall behind them and watched them, making eye contact with them as long as they looked at him until they looked away from the nervousness of his eyes on them.

They flipped through a few pages in the book absentmindedly, stopping on a page when seeing a song they loved and was easy to practice on. Turning the book to him, Wilbur leaned forward and read the notes, mumbling them to himself each note. He leaned back and watched his fingers on the strings, glancing back and forth quite a bit at either Y/n or the book to make sure he had the right note.

He kept up playing different things until he could manage to play pieces with a couple of lines of notes. He struggled with switching chords quite a bit and even as Y/n tried to help adjust his hands when they weren’t right, it only seemed to distract him from getting better.

Wilbur was halfway through his third attempt at a piece that took up half a page on the book, Phil made his way down the stairs with a platter in hand. He knocked on the wall with his free hand which broke Wilbur’s concentration and made Y/n turn around to look at him. 

“Sorry if I’m disturbing you two, but you’ve both been at this for a while. I think the two of you deserve a break.” Making his way down the stairs, Y/n scooted toward the wall so he could get past them on the stairs. “Okay, I should rephrase because I know that look you’re giving me Will, I want you both to take a break. I brought you fruit, cheese, and bread so enjoy it.”

With a little sigh, Wilbur adjusted the guitar in his lap to pull it closer to him as he looked back at the book. “Thank you, dad, you can leave now.”

Phil let out a small wheezed laugh at the quick response, setting the platter of food down on the table in between the empty plush chairs. “Harsh! Lucky you though, I actually need to talk to Y/n so it’s a break for a while, Will.” He looked at Y/n, holding his hands politely by his midriff. “Would that be alright Y/n?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah that’s fine.” They got up quickly, looking down at Wilbur whose attention shot to them when they got up. “We can pick this up together another day, I promise. You picked up a lot today, it really is a good idea to take a break so you can absorb all that new information, you know?”

He seemed to melt just a little from their praise and nodded, though sighing as he set the guitar aside, propping it against the wall like he wasn’t ready to quit just yet.

“Alright, you win this time. Take them away father, I will just mope on my lonesome whilst eating cheese and bread!” He said dramatically, slumping his body to the side as he stood up and trudged over to the platter and picked up a piece of cheese.

They both laughed at his skit and Y/n hurried over to put their music book away before they followed Phil who was already up the stairs. They waved to Wilbur a quick goodbye and zipped around the doorway and onto the porch after the man.

Phil stretched his arms, groaning softly as he adjusted his shoulders around and let his wings droop onto the wood of the porch. Y/n carefully walked up by him, munching on a piece of apple, but stopped a few feet from his wings, not wanting to accidentally step on a feather and hurt him. He tucked his wings up against his back again with a little shake before sitting down on the top step, patting beside him.

“So…” He started, waiting until Y/h was seated beside him and comfortable to which they leaned against the beam of the railing to face him entirely. “I wanted to know what you thought of Techno.”

They perked up at his name, it seemed with the excitement of teaching Wilbur, they momentarily forgot about him. “Oh, yeah, I mean…” Being put on the spot made their mind go blank and they had to stop and really think about the man. “He’s a lot nicer than he lets on, that's for sure. If I’m honest, I was afraid of him all up until a few days ago. It’s really nice seeing another side of him, that’s for sure.”

“Do you… think he would be a good person to give your time to?”

“What?”

“I mean- you know, hang around and um… you know, do you like him?” Phil looked at them now, seeming quite interested in their opinion.

They slowly pulled their legs in to sit criss-cross. “Well, yeah, of course. I don’t have a reason not to like him. He… is nice to be around, I would feel safe around him if he came to town with me, that’s for sure.” They stopped talking, assuming Phil would have something to say after that, but he was quiet and waiting for them to say more. “Um… I guess, yeah, I would give my time to him, I would like to get to know him more, he seems like a very interesting person.”

That seemed to be just what he wanted to hear, a soft smile on his lips as he turned away, looking toward the pasture where they both could clearly see several colorful sheep and Techno near the fence, watching as Tommy walked to the back of the house with dye all over him.

“I think he needs someone like you. He has Tommy who is carefree and he has Wilbur who he can talk to and me to completely confide in, but” He looked at Y/n again, a softness in his eyes. A hopeful look. “You hold all of that in one soul. I think that would be good for him and… maybe you too.”

Something about the way he described them in reference to Techno, brought a flush to their cheeks, they could feel the warmth and yet were a bit unsure what brought it on. Looking away from Phil, they pressed the back of their hand to their cheek to feel how hot it had gotten and he chuckled a little, clearing his throat after.

“On the note of important things, I wanted to ask you about the eye.”

At the mention of the eye, their attention was grasped yet again and they looked back to meet his eyes, dropping their hand down onto their lap.

“What do you want to know?”

“How does it feel?”

 “How does it… feel?” They furrowed their brows for a moment in confusion as they echoed him.

He let out a small laugh at their reaction and shifted his body to face them, getting his legs underneath of him and crossing them before completely letting his wings down. One splayed out over the porch while the other was along the stairs of the porch. Putting his hand on his chest, he tapped lightly, using the motion to tell them he was asking if it weighed on their body in a literal sense.

  “Oh! Uh well…” Y/n looked down at the eye on ender, sitting and gleaming in the light on their chest then focusing on the ground to help their mind search through the proper words to use. “I don't really know how to describe it. It’s cold, I can say that for sure. Sometimes, I forget it’s even there but other times…”

Phil leaned forward toward them as his interest grew. “Describe it the best you can.”

“It’s unbearable.” They stated, flicking their eyes across the wood as they grew unsure if they should fully open up as the topic felt weirdly personal. “It alters my thoughts, the way I'm able to think sometimes. Definitely not all of the time, but if I use its stored magic then yeah. I can feel its… influence.”

“And what exactly is it influencing you to do?”

They bit the inside of their cheek, a bit of anxiety welling up in their chest. They were afraid to admit the intrusive thoughts it brings.

“It makes me want to hurt people… or kill. Sometimes both.” They closed their eyes, the intrusive images flashing through their mind once again just by bringing it up to which they gave their head a little shake to help themself out of it. “It tells me and it… it urges me to burn the village down. I hate thinking about it so much- it reminds me of how much I am hiding, all because of them. My whole life now has revolved around not being found out but also completely relying on them to live. And how I’m not even living anymore, just surviving in the middle of their… rat’s nest as it likes to put it. It usually refers to them as vermin.”

“I hate to uh,” They laughed nervously, wringing their hands in their lap to steady their voice, their thoughts, and their train of thought while letting their eyes wander from Phil’s worried ones. “I hate to admit it but it can be rather convincing at times. I know it’s wrong but sometimes it feels like it’s in the right and I’m being naive.”

“You’re not.” Phil’s voice was stern and sorrowful, once they looked back at him he reached over, putting a hand on theirs and holding their balled-up hands gently. “I… I understand. The intrusive thoughts, I understand them. I don’t think you know this about Techno but…” His eyes held their gaze but it was clear his mind was somewhere else.

“What about him Phil?” Y/n asked with a weak voice while he shifted closer to them for comfort. Whether it was for him or them, it was hard to decipher.

“Techno struggles with something similar. We’ve come to call them his voices. Pretty self-explanatory, he hears voices urging him to do things instead of normal thoughts.” He sighed, sending a sideways glance to where he knew Techno was probably training alone now. “When he was really young, it was so hard for him to control. All they wanted was for him to kill things. He went berserk more times than I can count, luckily it wasn’t ever people but… just little animals mostly.”

“Blood for the blood god they would tell him to rile him up. Over time he’s gotten much better and I can’t stress how proud of him I am. He’s come to live with them now and last we talked about them, they can be very positive like when I come around they will say my name, cheer, all of the sorts.” He was smiling a little when talking about it. 

“When… was the last time they made him hurt something?”

Phil sighed softly, looking up at the sky in thought. “Right when I was about to get killed and before we fled the castle. He hasn’t told me about it yet but… I could tell. He was nearly foaming at the mouth with how feral he looked. He shifted, which happens when he’s under their influence, and he killed those guards right before me. I know he felt terrible guilt afterward but he hasn’t chosen to open up just yet.”

Silence settled around them with those heavy words weighing down like a thick fog. Phil moved over to sit beside them with his legs still crossed, knee touching theirs as he held their hand a little tighter, for their comfort this time they were sure. They leaned over and rested their head on his shoulder to which he did the same.

“Does it weigh on you?” He asked in the quietest voice, only for them.

“I’m just tired, Phil…”

-

“Tired? Oh, what bullshit, if that stupid eye is going to make you use excuses like that then stand still and I’ll crush the damn thing.” Technoblade said in playful annoyance while he rushed at them, attempting to grab hold of their arm. They took a few swift steps away though they were a bit sluggish.

“Yeah, I would love to see you try.” They laughed, noticeably out of breath. “You’ve gotta catch me first to see if you can.”

He scoffed at their teasing. “Your words really have some weight there, especially when you’re like this.” And just as if his words promised him some kind of advantage, he ran at them and as they brought up their hands to cover their face he grabbed both of their forearms. Tearing their arms away from their face and holding them too tight, sure to bruise, staring them down with furrowed brows.

With their shoulders slumped, feeling all too small beneath Technoblade’s shadow, Y/n stared up at him and swallowed down hard despite their mouth feeling impossibly dry. 

Despite knowing full well he is a friend, there were times Y/n couldn’t help but succumb to his intimidation. His presence was large and heavy and it made it quite hard for them to keep their ground.

Technoblade held their gaze, mind far away from where they two physically stood, and after what felt like forever, he released his grip completely and Y/n lurched forward slightly as they had been relying on him for balance. He took a few steps back away from them.

“They need to be stronger…” He whispered the words in a way that was clear he didn’t want them to hear but the tone reached their ears regardless as they stood slightly slumped, rubbing their arm. “If they can’t hold their own against those people… what will I do?”

Y/n looked up at him when he left off on those words. His own conflicted and worried eyes met theirs, flicking back and forth from one eye to another. Licking his lips in nervousness he looked away and brought his hands up, rubbing his face then up to comb his hair as he softly groaned.

“Techno?”

“I fully believe you’re capable. I know, I know you’re strong. But Pigeon…” He sighed and dropped his shoulders. “What if, no matter how much I train you and make you stronger than you ever could have been without me… what if it’s not enough? What if no matter how hard I try, it isn’t enough and you get hurt or you… what if you-” 

“That’s why I have magic.”

Technoblad whipped his head around to them, brows furrowed in a way that told them he didn’t think that could do much.

They smiled and let their features relax despite his rigidness. “I know you’ve seen Phil. I know you’ve seen the things he can do.”

“Yeah but-” He tried to interject

“And you know how strong it can be and what that kind of power can do.” Slowly, they took a step toward him. He didn’t move. “Having only one strength, I have doubts I could stand up to them. But I’m going to have both. You have to understand that.” They stared him down, but he didn’t say a word. “So if you let me use what magic I know to show you what I can do-”

“No.”

“Technoblade.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Oh come on, why!?”

“Because!” He yelled out and let silence pass over them as now Y/n’s features held the furrowed brows. “Because… we have to perfect your hand-to-hand combat.”

“Can we try it?”

He said nothing.

“Please?” Techno let out a slow breath. “One time. I want to see if I can do it, I won’t hurt you I promise.”

And with that, he just laughed and growled out, obviously annoyed by their persistence as he pinched his nose bridge.

“Okay. Alright! You can go all out with it, but just this once! I guess… it won’t do you too bad to know how to use it in the heat of the moment.”

Y/n smiled and backed up from him, rubbing their hands together as that’s where they primarily used their magic. He watched them prepare themself and slowly shook his head, not believing he let them win him over.

Without giving them any kind of warning, he rushed them. The goal of their game was to render the other person unable to get back up. As things typically went, they waited him out, excitement now giving them the energy to really move around. At the last moment, they ducked down and managed to slide between his legs, kicking him in the back of the knee real quick before scrambling up on their feet.

Just as Technoblade was recovering from getting kicked, when he turned around the first thing his eyes laid on was the fire glowing in their veins. It glittered like embers in the palms of their hands while they watched him, clearly scheming.

“You gonna hit me with something Phil has shown you?” This was his little way of trying to figure out what they were going to do to him and prepare for it.

All they did was smile and laugh, shaking their head as they backed up. They cast glances to their hands, working up something, but also keeping an eye on him.

Testing his luck, he took slow steps toward them but just as the second step landed he heard crackling. Their smile grew, eyes glancing up to meet his and they giggled. Fear shot through him in a moment and he backpedaled away just as they contracted their hands and a crash on lighting struck the place he once stood. Then again near him and once more behind him, making him stop, look at the singed grass, then at Y/n once more.

Under the darker light of the sunset, the lightning was visibly crackling between their hands, the plasma weaving between their fingers and glowing a brilliant white before it fizzled out and they relaxed their hands. Now holding Techno’s gaze, they spread their arms and brought them higher before bringing them down toward the earth fast. Four consecutive strikes of lightning struck around him in a perfect box.

“Wouldn’t fuck with me after that would you?” They called across to him, confidence high in their voice.

“I- ha… no, no I wouldn’t. You win.” He sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Let’s uh… go take a break.”

-

After consoling Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur that all of the commotion was just the two of them, they sat on the porch to take a breather and contemplate the events of their training session. Phil kindly brought them tea and told them dinner would be done soon and to come in when he says. 

Y/n leaned against the support beam on the top of the stairs, sitting in the same place they were when talking to Phil earlier that day. They held the warm ceramic cup tightly as their hands were shaky from using such high-energy magic. Closing their eyes, they focused on feeling a warmth flow through their chest just like they had taken a sip of a hot drink which came from the mana actively flowing through their body still. The only thing to stir them from their mental rest was a finger, lightly tracing a pattern over the back of their hand.

Opening their eyes, they looked over to see Techno, rested with his elbow on his knee while intently watching his finger on their hand with an expression they couldn’t exactly make out. Finally taking a look at what he was doing, they were hit with a small bout of shock. Their hands were covered in delicate red lines, sprouting from the center of their palms and spreading up to their forearms before it stopped. It looked as if someone lightly painted lightning over their skin. It wasn’t painful but as they focused on it, there was a faint burn wherever there were markings.

“You didn’t even realize, did you?”

“No… not really, it didn’t hurt so I didn’t exactly notice-”

“Does it hurt now?” Looking at them now, there was a tinge of worry as he kept his hand lightly on theirs. A soft and gentle gesture from someone that easily made growing bruises on their arms just from sparing.

They scoffed a laugh and just looked at the difference between their two hands. “It kinda burns a little, but nothing crazy. I think I’ll be okay.” They spoke softly as the air felt right for it. With their part of the world being bathed in pinkish-orange light, looking back at him was comforting. The lighting suited his pinker features and overall made him look sweeter, softer, even more innocent, and harmless than anyone else would ever see him for.

“You know, Y/n, I think-”

“Techno, Y/n. Food’s ready and Phil says…” They looked back toward the door, seeing Techno do the same out of the corner of their eye, where Wilbur stood, looking at them both. Something in his eyes seemed to become a little sadder as he averted his attention, cleared his throat, and looked back at them again to speak in a much more serious tone. “He says get your asses inside or else.” And without another word, shut the door.

Y/n exchanged a look with Techno before he shrugged, looking to not care about continuing his sentence, and took his hand away from theirs to slowly get up, teacup in one hand, and extended his free hand in a way to ask for their cup which they gave up quickly.

“I guess that’s our call then. You ready? I can help treat those burns so they don’t scar too badly if you need.”

“If it really comes down to it, sure, you can help if that’ll make you feel better.” They said with a bit of a laugh in their voice, getting up and looking over the damage from their magic. “Maybe it’ll scar kinda cool though.”

Right as they were finishing their sentence there was a big rustle in the woods close to the house, Y/n snapped their head in the direction, growing silent to listen just in case.

“What was that?” Techno stepped closer to them in a protective manner, looking out in the dark of the woods alongside them.

They patted his arm. “It’s fine, don’t worry. This happens all the time. When it’s spring, predators start getting ballsy and try to take the chickens. I’m gonna go scare it off, tell Phil I’ll be in just a minute, okay?” They said, already going down the stairs.

He started to follow down a couple of steps. “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine! Go eat, I’ll be there soon. It’s probably just a possum or raccoon and if it’s anything more I’ll yell for you.”

After hearing a quiet grumble, they heard his steps cross the porch then the door open and close with a few clinking of the cups. They couldn’t help but laugh at his protectiveness. This is what they guessed it was like being a part of his family.

They hugged themself, looking up at the remnants of the sunset as the darkness flooded in with the sun’s absence. Another rustle turned their attention back to the task at hand. As they stepped into the taller grass just before the woodline, they were regretting not bringing a stick or something just in case. Then just as they were looking around to see if something was on the ground that they could pick up, a figure rushed at them. Before they could react, a large object that looked like a pipe whacked them in the head and they were tackled to the ground with a body right on top of them before they could begin to recover.

Y/n let out a yelp as their back hit the ground and the air was partially knocked out of them. Realization of the situation was finally dawning on them a few moments too late. The man that was on top of them, short auburn hair with brown eyes, sat up on their midriff and held down their arms while two other men came up on either side of them. One had shaggy, dark brown hair and was grinning with his arms over his chest while the other had shorter light brown hair and looked down at them with a neutral, almost bored expression. He knelt down and held a dagger to their throat, hard enough that the tip burned at their skin so they assumed it punctured the skin.

“Well well well, didn’t think it would be THIS easy to catch the witch.” The grinning man mocked them, sending a glance over to the other man.

“How much do you think it’ll go for? Did you ever look at the bounty for it? I was put out by one of the noblemen.” He muttered, slowly moving the blade along their throat and leaving a thin cut. The man on top of them put more of his weight on their arms and as they tried squirming, digging his nails into their skin to make them stop.

“We could just keep it too, make it do it’s magic for us. It could make us rich.”

Y/n was in a pure panicked state, debating whether they should fight back or scream. It’s been years since they have had to do this and the thought of hurting another person was debilitating and nearly rendered them incapable of doing anything at all.

Only one question dominated their thoughts: ‘What am I going to do?’

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‘Scream for Techno, he’ll come and save me!’❤️

‘Get back to the house, maybe no one will have to get hurt!’💛

‘Fight them off on my own, I’m strong enough!’🖤

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I drew a scene for you guys

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[pha5ed]

could i request sbi headcanons with a reader (platonic/familial) who uses asl? like maybe they collectively learn it after the reader goes mute/deaf and how they comfort them when it gets frustrating (i love your writing by the way <3)

ASL Family Member || SBI Headcanons

Techno

When you turned deaf he didn't know what to do

He would always try to help you, being more protective of you than usual

Killing everything that even slightly threatened to harm you

At first he would just use vague hand signals of what he meant

He's not very expressive at first, but he slowly becomes more and more expressive to help you

He tried writing messages to you but his writing was too messy and scratchy to read

Whenever you teach him ASL he tries his best to remember

He never shows you but he practices in private 24/7

There's stacks of books and notes of how to sign all over his room, but he hides them when you come

One day you'll sign to him and he'll surprise you with his ASL skills

Since you became deaf and weren't born knowing the language, he’d learn ASL with you

Really enjoys it, he likes hanging out with you after being so busy with wars and stuff

Whenever you get frustrated he panics

Emotions aren't his best spot but he tries his best for you

Let's you vent out your emotions in either writing, signing, or fighting if you want

Once you vent it all out he writes out a really long yet well thought out reply

If anything, he's glad he gets to write down his reply. Words are hard for him

Tries to cheer you up by searching for some diamonds to make you earrings to decorate and appreciate your ears :”)

Wilbur

idk if u wanted vilbur, ghostbur, or lmanburg wilbur so I wrote for lmanburg wilbur

So sweet with you, instantly tries his best to learn anything and everything

For the first few weeks he’ll use signals like Techno but Wilbur’s were a lot clearer and expressive

Always makes eye contact with you, he learned that from a friend

Super mindful about everything

Always super gentle when letting you know he's there, stomping hard on the floor, blowing wind on your ear, etc

When you offer to teach him ASL he’s honored and a quick learner

He messes up sometimes but just laughs it off with you

He's very stiff at first, wanting to make sure it's perfect, but soon becomes a lot more natural

Likes writing stupid jokes down on notepads to make you laugh since you can't hear him

When you got frustrated with your loss of hearing he understood completely

He let you write out your frustrations and then he wrote a reply to it

His words are so thoughtful and meaningful, filled with compliments

To help calm you down, he’d play his guitar for you and let you rest your hand on it, to feel the vibrations

Tommy

You became mute after you got a disease in your throat

When you couldn't speak Tommy thought you were joking, trying to prank him

But when he found out you were serious he was so baffled

Asked around if there was any way to get your voice back but there was none

He keeps searching for ways to get your voice back but you finally accepted it and stopped him

Instead, you offered to learn ASL with him

He was a little hesitant at first, scared of embarrassing himself

But he couldn't say no to you, so he tried learning

Either super stiff and slow or wayyyy too sloppy and fast

He takes a while to teach but once he has the basics down, he's learning constantly

He'll probably try to make a sign for “pog” or other twitch terms but he gives up mid way

No one knows but Philza knows this, sometimes Tommy asks Phil to buy him books on ASL to learn in his own time

Tommy hates being sappy so he hides it

Gets such a massive ego boost when he does a sign you don't know

When you get frustrated and start crying/being super pissed he's lost

If your disease was a human, he’d beat it's ass so fast

Just sits next to you and pats your back, he's very awkward

Let's you vent out your emotions and tries to comfort you by making a ton of jokes

To cheer you up he (terribly) builds statues of the both of you with lots of money lol

It's a lil ugly but he tried :”) If anything it made you smile and wheeze

Philza

So caring with you :””)

When you turned mute and deaf he instantly took care of you

It was so stressful to just have those two things ripped away

He reads every single one of your vents and replies to them with the best advice he can muster

Mob-proofs your house to prevent any sneak attacks

Adds like 500 torches to your house :””) You have to beg him to stop

Gives you so many spare torches, literally finally up 5 double chests

Surprisingly brings up learning ASL before you

Gets so many books to help learn it with you

Is very patient and kind to you, taking baby steps the whole time

He signs well, a bit too relaxed to the point where you miss a word or two

Super accepting of criticism when it comes to signing

Wants to make sure it's perfect so you can understand him

When you get frustrated again he lets you vent all of it out and then cooks you a nice meal

Offers to invite the other SBI members to relax together, but if you don't want to he completely understands

He's always distracting you, to keep it off your mind

Phil probably starts an ASL school/tutoring house for any other DSMP members that are interested in learning

[lonely-lost-soul]

Little Hope

(Platonic SBI Famliy x child reader)

Request 6: An imagine or Drabble about sbi family x reader where the reader is the newest adoptee to the family and it turns out they sleepwalk! They do random things like moving stuff around, talking to empty air, and can sometimes end up waking up nowhere near their bed. Just harmless shenanigans that might be spooky at first but are ultimately funny and endearing in a way. 

Requested By: @0melodydrifter0​ 

When Phil brought home a little girl wrapped in a blanket Wilbur was pissed, another child his father had adopted that Phil couldn’t take care of, another child that would end up being his and Techno’s duty to raise. However, something was different in his father’s eyes as he held the young girl close to his chest, 

     “Dad?” Wilbur murmured an eyebrow raised suspiciously high on his head, “What’s that?” He watched his father wince a little cradling the toddler closer to him, 

     “Wilbur...this is (Y/n). She’s going to be your new little sister.” Wilbur grits his teeth and felt rage flood through his veins again, not at the little one, no he couldn’t blame the child for his father’s savior complex. “An old friend of mine village was raided, he asked for my help but by the time I got there everyone was dead, everyone except her.” Phil moved some stray hair out from the kid’s eyes, “I couldn’t leave her for dead Wilbur.” Wilbur’s face softened a little bit, now wasn’t the time to argue with his father, especially since he had just lost a friend. 

      “Could I...see her?” He asked hesitantly as Phil knelt down beside one of his eldest, Wilbur noted the girl had flecks of (h/c) hair on her forehead, her face was covered in soot and ash, he noted she had the brightest (e/c) eyes he’s ever seen. She was quiet, very different from Tommy already, she reached up and touched the side of Wilbur’s cheek with a pudgy hand. The boy was done for after that, vowing up and down that he’d be the best big brother in the world to her even if it killed him. 

Much better than Tommy and Techno too. 

Speaking of the first time Tommy and Techno met you it was quite the experience. Tommy basked in the fact of no longer being the youngest member of the family and Techno was quick to remind him the being the middle child was far worse. Tommy had called him a bitch and Phil told him not to curse in front of his sister which he huffed at, swearing to Phil that her first word would be fuck. 

He got hit on the back of his head for that comment. 

Technoblade was indifferent about that situation, saying orphans were cringe and that you smelled bad, Wilbur was okay with both of these outcomes. As he stated earlier he was going to be the favorite brother whether you knew it or not.

By the time you were ten years old Wilbur’s wish had come true, you stuck by his side and were a quiet staple in his life. He also spoiled you rotten, he made you songs and snuck you cookies when Phil wasn’t looking, he’d do anything to see that smile a smile on your face. However, much to his displeasure it seemed that both Technoblade and Tommy were encroaching on his little happy bubble with his sister. 

It started with Technoblade, he noticed you following him around more often than not. At first, the hybrid was annoyed, he’d lock you out of his room and force you away by threatening to cut off your fingers if you didn’t leave him alone. However, that only made you cry and it made Techno panic if Phil heard you crying he’d be a dead man, and if Wilbur heard he’d be double dead. He began to try to hush you frantically, you didn’t calm down until he stated he would hang out with you a little longer. It shut you up immediately, oh you were a sneaky little shit, he could respect that. He decided he read to you if that was alright, you nodded eagerly, and he carried you into his room. You were a kid of few words and Technoblade could respect that, he pulled out a story about some of the ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses. Figuring the Art of War was probably too much for a ten-year-old, surprisingly he enjoyed himself. You were eager to learn and enjoyed the stories way more than he thought you would, okay maybe you bonded just a little. He had taken to calling you Moirai the greek goddess of destiny, not only that but Technoblade had started bringing you gifts from his adventures, something he never did for anyone else.

Therefore Wilbur was feeling VERY threatened and Technoblade LOVED it. 

However, while the both of them were having their little pissing contest they didn’t notice their younger brother swooping in to join the fight for your attention. As the eldest were at war with themselves, Tommy had taken to sneaking you out of the house to cause trouble by his side. After all, no sister of his was going to be boring like Wilbur and Technoblade, she was going to be as awesome as he was if he had anything to say about it. So when he snuck you out one night against their wishes when they were too busy to notice he decided to take full advantage of that opportunity. He adored hearing your enthusiastic giggles as he tore through the forest with you on his shoulders. 

You were typically a very quiet child, so to hear you laugh because of him made Tommy preen with delight. Your fingers were twisted in his blonde locks as you steered him like a horse, it hurt like hell but so long as it kept you steady he really didn’t mind. 

The joy didn’t last long because Wilbur and Technoblade had found them not soon after he escaped their clutches. Techno plucked you off his shoulders and held you in his arms, you let out a little whine of disappointment and Tommy frowned,

     “Oh come on Technoblade don’t be an asshole!” 

     “Don’t curse in front of (Y/n), Tommy.” Wilbur hissed hitting him on the back of his head, “you can’t just run off with her it’s dangerous!”

     “I can protect her just fine you bitch!” 

     “Oh please, you can barely protect yourself.” Technoblade scoffed as you began to play with his pink hair, hating the tense atmosphere. Tommy snarled at his brother and moved to punch him in the chest but Techno was quick to sidestep them, “nice one genius.” 

     “FUCK OFF!”

You let out a displeased whine and covered your ears at the volume Tommy shouted, 

      “Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur hissed “You’re way too loud and you’re upsetting her.”

     “WE WERE HAVING A LOVELY TIME UNTIL YOU FUCKERS RUINED IT!” 

     “Tom-Tom please shush,” You pressed a finger to your mouth in distress, mimicking a hushing movement. His face faltered, his voice lowering in volume as he apologized softly towards you. “Thank you,” a big smile spread across your lips, and all three brothers visibly relaxed.

     “Alright little one,” Wilbur spoke tenderly running a hand through your hair his heart-melting a little as you nuzzled against it. “Let’s get you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” You groaned in distaste falling against Techno’s shoulder with a soft thud, the man chuckled softly as all three brothers walked back home. 

It was about two months after that when your happy facade came crashing down around you, it had been a particularly rough day. Everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or another and you were left to your own devices and thoughts. They all came rushing back to you, the memories of the day your village got raided and your bio parents passed away. Wilbur was the first to notice something was wrong and had asked Phil to check up on you, so when Phil finally got around to ask what was wrong you burst into tears. That’s when they discovered you apparently remembered more of the incident than you let on. It broke their hearts to see you so upset over something you had no control over, but like everyone else in their family of misfits, you blamed yourself for simply surviving the tragedy. 

They had made sure to coddle you the rest of the day, Technoblade had made sure to make you your favorite food for dinner. Phil and Wilbur tried to keep you busy with music and potion brewing and Tommy played some discs to help you fall asleep. You did so smiling and his heart soared, point to Tommy for getting you to fall asleep with a smile. 

Your found family had gathered that night to discuss what they should do with you moving forward. Phil had declared they all do their best to keep you distracted the next few days, preferably in shifts if that was needed. Wilbur offered to spend the morning with you, he wanted to visit Niki and Sally and both of them loved you if anyone would cheer you up they would. Tommy offered the afternoon and he could bring Tubbo over and you all could play soldiers, Techno said he’d handle the nights with Phil. 

Everyone settled into bed to get a much-needed rest, out of all the brothers Technoblade was the lightest sleeper. So when he woke up in a cold sweat with you standing over his bed he almost shit himself. You had a glassy look in your (e/c) eyes, 

     “(Y/n)? What are you doing? Do you know how late it is?” Technoblade scolded reaching out to grab his glasses, you didn’t respond to him which made his nose scrunch up. “Did you have a nightmare?” His voice got quieter as he reached out to cup your cheek, still no response from you. “Kid?” He sat up as you turned away from him to wander back out the door, “what just happened?” He murmured scratching under his chin, he’d have to bring this up tomorrow. 

Wilbur was concerned and immediately wanted to seek a doctor, especially because you had no remembrance of the event. Phil ran a hand through his hair in thought, “could it be sleepwalking?” 

     “(Y/n)’s too cool to sleepwalk. What the fuck do you mean?” Tommy scoffed and you frowned eyebrows furrowing together. 

     “Well it makes sense, doesn’t it? She doesn’t remember walking around but it clearly happened. Hopefully, it was only a one-off occurrence and she’ll never do it again.”

      “Is it bad if I do?” You whispered shuffling on your feet suddenly self-conscious, “Tommy doesn’t seem to think it’s good.” They all glared at the teenager who winced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Phil knelt down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, 

     “It’s not bad. We just have to take some extra precautions for you is all, it’s perfectly normal especially after the trauma you went through.” You bit your lip and nodded within his hands, “Tommy’s an idiot-”

      “Hey!-

      “That doesn’t make you any less of a person and it doesn’t make you any more abnormal either,” Phil assured as Techno began snickering behind him, he turned his head to shoot him a look.

     “What? It’s just funny assuring her she’s normal when no one in this house is normal.” Technoblade waved his hand, “we’re all a bunch of misfits- don’t give me that look you know it’s true. Half of us are hybrids and the other half are gremlins,” He motioned to Tommy again who made an indigent sound tired of being the butt of everyone’s teasing. “So she’s never gonna be normal, but she’s always gonna be one of us and we’ll kill anyone who even thinks about teasing her.” 

Phil smiled sheepishly sweat gathering on his brow, “Let’s not kill anyone Techno at least not now. Especially if they’re children.”

     “Now, now dad, Technoblade has a point.”

     “Wilbur.” Phil scolded as Tommy’s face lit up, 

     “Can I punch a child?” You burst into laughter at Phil’s horrified expression, 

     “No Tommy. No, you cannot!” 

     “It’s okay papa I give them explicit permission to beat anyone up who fucks with me!” You shouted and Tommy’s face once again lit up, he grabbed you out of Phil’s arms and held you close. 

     “You said Fuck! I’m so proud I’m teaching you so well!” He spun you around only causing you to laugh harder as the older members of your family glared at Tommy, “Now say it again!”

Wilbur plucked you from Tommy’s arms glaring at his brother, “No. No, she won’t say it again. That’s a bad word you can’t say it till you’re older.” A pout settled on your lips as you crossed your arms in frustration. 

     “But Tommy gets to say it all the time.” 

     “And he’s older.” Phil let out a chuckle at Wilbur's response watching you slump forward with a loud groan of absolute torment. 

You didn’t sleepwalk again until a few months later, everyone had relatively assumed it was a one-off occurrence and their watchful eye was lifted. In the meantime Tommy had started to maybe sort of sneak out; he had his bag all packed and planned to meet Tubbo in the park. They both wanted to go monster hunting on their own, it wasn’t their first rodeo but it still wasn’t something he was supposed to do without his dad's permission.

Tommy didn’t give a shit about permission though. 

Obviously. 

He grabbed his sword from its place in the living room, Tommy held it up with a wicked smile. It shone in the dim light and he could see the reflection of his face inside it, it must’ve been freshly polished. Tommy put his sword in its holster and turned around, immediately letting out a startled yelp slapping his hands over his mouth. You were standing behind him eyes glassy as you blinked blearily at him, 

     “(Y/n)?” Tommy whisper hissed glaring at you harshly, “What the fuck are you doing awake?” You didn’t respond, only walking past him reaching for a sword of your own, his eyes widened frantically and steered you away from the sharp weaponry. “Are you sleepwalking?” Tommy asked in mild concern before a smirk came across his face, “Guess I don’t have to worry about you snitching huh?” He slowly led you into Phil’s room opening the door and shoving you in before shutting the door. Tommy made quick work of grabbing everything else needed before heading out of the house to meet up with Tubbo. 

Phil woke up to you standing over him, looming, and it almost sent him into a heart attack. He knew immediately you were sleepwalking, “Oh honey...come ‘ere.” He pulled you into bed with him and watched your eyes drift close and snuggle up to him. At least you were safe with him, so long as you didn’t start unlocking doors and injuring yourself they could handle this. 

After telling the other brothers about the incident last night Wilbur was only growing more concerned about your sleep state. He offered to take you to the doctor but Phil brushed him off, saying that normally this thing sorts themself out on their own. Since he was feeling rather protective Wilbur slept in the living room the next few nights just to make sure you didn’t go wandering off. Plus, Phil seemed to not only approve of but also grateful for the idea; so long as the old man could get much-needed rest he didn’t seem to care. Another week flew by with no problems, and he decided to spend one last night in the living room just to triple-check you weren’t going to sleepwalk. 

He woke up to the sound of a hooting owl and soft banging against the wall, he tossed his hand over the back of the couch and he blinked blearily. Unlike his twin, he didn’t exactly have the razor-sharp reflexes that Technoblade was gifted with. Wilbur grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and shoved them on his face haphazardly. 

What was that noise? Did Tommy sneak out again? He turned towards the opened door and it took a few moments to process why the door was open. Wilbur scratched the top of his head in confusion before his eyes snapped open in blatant realization. He tossed the blankets off the couch and scrambled out the door. Bare footprints were made in the mud leading away from your house, tiny you sized footprints. 

Oh, he was so fucked. How long ago did you leave? Are you alright? It’s so cold and you weren’t wearing shoes.

Wilbur made sure to grab both of your jackets and shoved his feet in his boots before heading out the door. He saw his breath out in front of him and winced you must be so cold, hopefully, you weren’t dead if you were he was totally in big trouble. He followed your footprints until they stopped at the edge of the woods, he looked around frantically and anxiety prickled at his skin. If the trail went cold here there was no way he would be able to find you, what if you woke up in a completely different part of the SMP. Or worse yet what if someone kidnaps you and takes you away from them? 

He entered the woods calling out your name desperately even though you wouldn’t respond if you were still asleep. Wilbur adjusted his glasses noticing a soft trail of broken leaves, he decided it was his best bet to follow them. Eventually, he came to a bit of a clearing in the woods that led up to a large cliff, Wilbur’s heart sunk. He felt his breathing stop as he walked towards the edge of the cliff, slowly like he didn’t want to know if he thinks what happened to you, happened to you. At the very top of the cliff is when he saw it, the bracelet you always wore on your wrist it was made of gold and Technoblade had gifted it to you after an adventure he had with Phil. He pulled the jewelry close to his chest and let out a shaky breath, tears swelled in his eyes as he peeked over the edge of the cliff. The poor boy couldn’t even see the bottom, Phil would have to fly down and search it, he was going to throw up. 

     “Wilby…?” 

Oh god, he could still hear your sweet, little voice. 

     “What are you doing? Are you crying?”

Wait, that was your voice!

He whipped around to find you rubbing your tired eyes, your feet were bare and you were shivering. Wilbur tore through the bush and scooped you up in his arms, cuddling you close to him as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Ewww Wilby stop!” You said through giggles pushing his face away from your own, 

     “I’m so glad you’re alright. You were sleepwalking again, I thought…” His voice cracked a little as you tilted your head. You looked around his shoulder and eyed the cliff wearily, you nuzzled against his neck and squeezed him tightly. 

     “I’m sorry…” 

     “It’s not your fault.” He whispered against you, “let's get you home though alright? Want to have a sleepover with me?”

     “Please. I’m scared I’ll wander off if I sleep alone again.” Wilbur nodded, running his fingers through your messy hair. For a girl your age, it was important to make sure you get a good night's sleep. As he carried you back home you ended up falling back asleep in his arms, he had a lot of time to think. He couldn’t believe that a few years ago he had despised the girl in his arms, thought of you as just another stowaway Phil brought home. You had managed to melt his heart and worm your way into not just his brain but his other brother’s brains as well. You had brought so much joy and happiness into their lives. Before you entered their lives there was arguing every night. Tommy and Techno were always at each other’s throats, Wilbur wasn’t any better, to be honest, but then you were there and everything changed. They had to get along and watch their language around you, you weirdly brought them together. Made them better and he couldn’t imagine what their lives would be like without their little hope.

[chocochipsgirl]

Being the youngest

Thanks so much to my new beta readers! I couldn’t have done this without them.

Sleepy bois inc x reader

notes: this is for a friend which I met not-so-long ago, but already like very much, if you’re reading this, remember; you are loved! (also, anon with the request of did!reader, I’m gonna make your request, just wait a little cause I gotta make some searching) LMAO, I PUBLISH THIS ON THE WRONG BLOG

request: yes, but from discord

summary: You are the youngest sibling from the SBI family, and you couldn’t be more happy about it.

wordcount: 1017

tw: swearing, shouthing (but only a bit)

A long time ago, philza and techno were starting one of those adventures, when they heard a cry.

A baby’s cry

Naturally, Philza, being the dad he is, goes straight to the baby and carries it in his arms.

“Philza, we can’t adopt another child”

Techno was sure of his opinion, until philza turned around, the small eyes of the child connected with his own.

When he saw how the tiny hand reached out to him, barely holding his finger, he knew he couldn’t leave you there

His heart melted

Philza smirked at his eldest son's reaction, but didn’t say anything.

He let Techno carry the baby while going home.

Once home, tommy is the first they encounter

“dad? why are you back so-”

he sees the baby

“oh”

He’s really happy

“I’m not the youngest! POG!”

And then, wilbur appears

“Dad? techno? I thought you were going on another mission?”

wilbur look at the baby, and was the least impress

“guess I have another sibling”

being philza’s child

He is a chill dad, you can’t convince me otherwise

he just… learnt how to live with the constant chaos

you’re the calmest of the family, which he is glad

seriously, this family is way too chaotic

though, if anyone got hurt his chill persona would drop in an instant

Also, you being the youngest means that sometimes he would treat you like a baby

He knows his children are growing, but he can’t let go yet

he will eventually, just not yet

he isn’t scared to tell his family how much he adores them, so expect lots of love whenever you’re feeling down

He’s a great dad

but the one time you went away to prove you’re capable of taking care of yourself, he… wasn’t so chill.

the only reason he couldn’t panic was because wilbur was already panicking over you

Being techno’s younger sibling

Remember when he first saw you?

the voices went crazy

He doesn’t usually likes children, but you were *his* exception

and tommy, but let’s not talk about it

He is adamant on you NOT going on adventures

but it’s not like you don’t know how to take care of yourself, he taught you how to fight and defend yourself “just in case”

So it becomes kind of a challenge at some point

You were going to prove him wrong

so you go into your own adventure, entering a forest till late at night

except… you got lost

oopsie

So, with a torch in hand, you began to look a way home

unfortunately for you, you met lots of monsters in the way

you’re running from zombies and spiders, doging skeleton’s arrows and trying your best to not make eye contact with any enderman

but you fail to see a creeper a side of you, which send you flying towards the top of a tree

you were hurt, cried a little from the pain, but you wouldn’t give up without a fight

so, you manage to make a wood sword and come down the tree, ready to attack

except

there are no monster anymore, and there are a lot of torches everywhere

“What THE FUCK did you think you were doing?!”

that took you by surprise, you jumped in fear and turn around

well crap

there he was, in all his glory, your eldest brother. Boy, he was mad.

“seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?! you got everyone worried-sick!”

you were not gonna cry, you were not gonna cry, you were not gonna cr-

you were crying

he was still mad, but seeing you cry softened his expression

“y/n, no, don’t cry-”

you aggressively try to dry your tears to no avail, he sighs and crouches down to your height

“look, I know I’m being overprotective, I know”

you look at him expectant

“but I… I only do it cause I love you, and I care about you”

you slowly stop crying while hugging him

“let’s… let’s go home, dad is gonna be glad you’re safe”

philza obviously grounds you, but next not-so-dangerous mission techno allows you to come along

eventually, you grow up enough to go on missions on your own

and techno couldn’t be more proud

Being wilbur’s younger sibling

out of all yours brothers, he is the sweetest one

he just cares so much

and he will not hesitate to show you love

when you were little, he would play songs for you to make you sleep

then, when you grow up a little, he will try teaching you play guitar

try

you two will sing along songs all the time

he is the most protective, and the second most jealous

When you went missing, philza had to calm him down to not go straight into the forest without something to defend you and himself

if you ever got hurt, he goes absolutely apeshit

and if someone hurt you?

That’s when his most sadistic side comes to light

Being tommy’s younger sibling

remember when I said you were the most calm?

i lied

tommy is the closest to you, given the small age gap

and he brings the most chaotic side of you

you guys are the power duo

and you also hang out with tubbo and ranboo

also, pranks all the time

especially on dream

he gets so pissed, but dream knows that if he lays a single finger on you he won’t live to tell it

tommy is indeed, the most jealous one

you’re HIS little sibling

he likes both ranboo and tubbo, but if they spend too much time with you he’ll complain that  they’re being clingy

he is the clingy one

he fights with techno for not letting you go on missions to no avail

when you went away in your own mission, you alone, he couldn’t help but be worried

he knew you better, he knew you could stay alive until someone found you

but still

he cheered you up while you were grounded

he was the most hyped when they finally let you out on a mission

he just loves you too much

[mysticalsoot]

7, 11, 13, 18, 20 <33

7. Favorite fic trope?

absolute sucker for found family, but I reaaaaally like the whole "I'm sick but I'd rather hold you and be sick for an eternity" trope..but also the "I hate you" → "I hate you publicly but would kill for you privately" → "I'd do anything for you".. it's a very specific trope but boy do I love it.

11. How long does it normally take you to write a fic?

if I'm super motivated, a few hours. if I have to borrow motivation from @lvrboysoot every few days, like a week at least. sometimes a few days but it depends on energy, flare ups and ✨motivation✨

13. Do you make playlists for your fics?

I've only made one for the dbh au but I do have a playlist that reminds me of wil that I listen to when I write or do like anything honestly but it does help tune into writing!!

18. Is there a fandom you have wanted to start writing for but haven't yet?

not that I can think of? i really want to write c!wilbur (and I kinda have just haven't posted) but there really isn't anything else I'd want to write fandom wise. i feel the most inspired writing about Wil/dsmp/SBI so whatever motivates me is just fine by me :)

20. What character/pairing do you write the most?

found family sbi, wilbur, obviously Wil x reader and definitely platonic James and Wil like dude they're besties and I love them sm <3

[sirsleeps]

typical occurrence pre-movie nights. | sbi & gn!reader

Hi 😈 anon!! I hope that this satisfies all of your conditions, and that there were enough sbi chaos for you…. though I think I stuck to Mr Blade a bit too much (to which I’d just like to apologize for :(() thanks again for requesting this! It’s been a lot of fun writing it (though I’m not gonna lie, the movie of choice really gave me so much freedom I really couldn’t choose which hence) hope you enjoy the fic! :D

request: [by 😈 anon] “Hello! Do you think you could do a SBI x Gn! Reader! The SBI have a movie night and invite the reader! You can do any type of movie! (Maybe a horror one!) I just think it would be chaotic! You can do a one shot, Hc, or small scenarios! Whatever you want to do!”

pairing: sbi & gn!reader

warnings: swearing, potentially ooc sbi, not beta-read

word count: 1.4k

There were a few unspoken traditions that took place every Friday evening.

It was a time where everyone within the SBI family would put down their work and rest to get together for their weekly movie night. Whether they were far away from home, busy with work, or doing some laborious, mundane task, their chores would be held on pause for that evening. And if, for some apparent reason, one is unable to physically attend the gathering, then they would all host it on a computer so that one could watch along.

As per usual, (name) was in charge of bringing the drinks to the weekly movie night. This was typically because (name) didn’t live with the formerly mentioned, nor were they a household member of the SBI despite being given the decision to move in with them. With a couple bottles and cans of assorted drinks in their tote bag, they unlocked the front door.

Walking in they were greeted by Techno, who looked like he was anticipating their arrival, and the sound of squabbling. ‘From Wilbur and Tommy, no doubt,’ (name) thought.

“Hey Techno, I assume we’re going to spend the next half hour arguing about which movie to play again?” They asked, handing a couple of cans and bottles to him.

The rhetorical question emitted a laugh from Techno. By the number of times (name) was invited over for their movie nights, arguing over the movies to show is a habit that never changes. At this point, it’s become such a common occurrence that it would feel weird if neither Wilbur nor Tommy bickered over which movie to screen.

“Ehh… it is what it is.”

“So, how are you?” (name) laughs as they hauls the bag of drinks over to the table near the bickering duo.

“We met up not even two days ago, I don’t think much would’ve changed since,” Techno rolls his eyes, “but s’alright, I’m doing well.”

Though their attempt to drown out the bickering in the background was futile as Wilbur turned his head towards (name) and Techno demanded for their input on the movie choice, which made them sweat, anticipating the flurry of questions that were bound to be sent their way.

“(name)! Tell Tommy that we shouldn’t watch Into The Spiderverse, because we always play it every movie night!” Wilbur exclaimed, pointing a finger to Tommy.

“We do not!! Stop exaggerating, Wilbur!” Tommy cried in retaliation, “(name), tell him that we aren’t watching the Fantastic Beasts Series because it’s shit!”

With a dramatic gasp, Wilbur quickly turned back to Tommy. A series of ‘how dare you’, ‘take that back’, and further incessant shouts of why either movies of choice is-good-and-should-be-watched-again, were exchanged. (name) quickly glanced between the two, their hands up to grab any stray jabs as they tried to break up the ‘fight’.

A wave of exhaustion soon came upon them as the two subconsciously ignored the peacemaker, trying to one-up the other with their playful insults. Letting out a heavy sigh, they took a step back seeing their fruitless attempt to settle down the squabble. They looked at the two with tired eyes, Techno right behind them, cracking open his beverage, enjoying the show.

“So how long has this been going for?”

“Uhhh, about twenty minutes or so, give or take.”

“..Rright. Where’s Phil? I thought he’d be here to break up this uh.. soap opera…”

“He’s microwavin’ some popcorn,” Techno took a big gulp from his drink, “wait, isn’t this his turn to choose the movie?”

“I… think so??”

(name) furrowed their eyebrows, turning their head to Techno, before looking back at the two infront of them. Their hand reached in their pocket to bring out a phone, sending a quick message to Phil about the query. A few seconds had passed between them before a reply was given.

‘Yepp’

‘What are we watching tonight?’ (name) asked once more.

‘We’re finishing off whatever we have left on IT… then onto its sequel’

‘K’

Moving over to the couch, (name) whispered, “Should we tell them that neither of their movies are going to be played?”

“…Nahh,” Techno dragged on, pleasantly amused by the ‘soap opera’ as (name) puts it.

“Well as fun as it is, I’m gonna need them to stop screamin’ their lungs out—”

“What?! No, why would you do that—”

“—before we get our asses busted.”

(name) finished, getting up from their seat on the comfortable couch, before moving over to Tommy and Wilbur, to once more attempt to settle the trivial argument. They gave Techno a side eye, gesturing to help them in case anything ends up broken.

“Tommy, Wilbur,” they started, only to be cut off by Wilbur mocking Tommy with a squeaky voice.

It didn’t end there, no, in fact, anytime they tried to start or complete their sentence, they got cut off either by Tommy’s shouting or Wilbur’s imitation of what the latter sounded like. With a heavy sigh and a facepalm, (name) went back to Techno, drink in hand, and plopped down on the couch. This time, absolutely done with the mess in front of them.

“That was hilarious.” Techno commented.

“Oh shut up, smartass,” they grumbled, taking small sips from their bottle of coke, “I’d like to see you try.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“I dunno bro, is it?”

“Oh, are you seriously askin’ me that bro?”

“Well let’s say that it is, what are you gonna do about it?”

In the midst of their back-and-forth bantering, and with Tommy and Wilbur who now have migrated from their place over to the table of drinks near them, none had noticed Phil, who had entered the room with two bowls of popcorn in his hands.

Looking at the sight in front of him, Phil rolled his lips, oscillating and producing a ripple-like sound. He stomped down one foot, grabbing the attention of the other four in the room, who turned their heads towards his general direction.

“Okay chill mate, I could hear you all the way from the other room, and you know how thick these walls are.”

“Sorry Phil—”

“Yea, ‘m sorry.”

“Sorry, this wouldn’t’ve happened if someone didn’t suggest such a horrible movie to watch—”

“OHH! You take that back Wilbur!!”

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?!” Wilbur exclaims, crossing his arms, raising a brow as if to challenge the younger male.

“YOU B—”

“Ohhh-kay, how about we put those movies up, it’s my turn to choose the movies anyways.”

Phil interjects, evoking a laugh from both Techno and (name) as Wilbur froze in shock from the statement. Tommy’s finger dipped along with his shoulders, jaw dropped as he turned to look at Phil once more.

“What?” the two sputtered.

Handing a bowl over to (name), Phil moves over to the laptop hooked up to the projector, and scrolls through the horror section to find IT. While he was scrubbing through to find the timestamp of where the family had last left off, (name) walked to Wilbur to hand him his bowl of popcorn.

“You knew about it?” Wilbur asked, coming out of his shock.

“Yep,” they confirmed, popping the ‘p’, “I was gonna tell you and Tommy, but the both of you kept cutting me off every time I tried.”

“Oh…”

“S’alright, all in good fun,” they let out a small laugh.

Placing down the bowl on the coffee table, they moved to dim the lights in the room. Techno, finished with his drink, got up from the couch to get his second, pulling Tommy along with him back to the couch. A soft, “Let’s go Tommy,” was heard from the pink haired being.

With arms crossed, and an exaggerated frown, Tommy silently grumbled to himself, disappointed that they weren’t able to rewatch the incredible Spiderman animation. Wilbur, on the other hand, vocalised his disappointment to Phil.

“Phiiil, why’re we watching horror movies? That’s like… that’s so cliché.”

“Well it’s my turn to pick the movie, and I want to watch some spooky movies, so that’s what we’re watching.”

“I mean… he’s got you there Wilbur,” Techno gave his two cents.

“Oh shut up, Techno,” he retorted.

(name) came up to the group, quietly laughing to themselves as they handed a can of coke to Tommy and a caprisun to Wilbur, a small smile plastered on their face.

“Well, that was eventful… and the movie hasn’t even started.”

[nfcakes]

DSMP!SBI (2/4) x Reader

A few weeks back I had wrote a little angsty drabble after hearing a song called "Little Lion Man" by Mumford & Sons. I love the SBI and I just couldn't resist, so here you are.

Warnings- Angst, A n g s t, pure a n g s t, oh and did I mention,,, angst? Implied Death, Decided to fuck up the smp timeline a bit because I can <3, ooc (slightly?) Technoblade, Abandonment? Sorta? S a d n e s s

Pronouns- She/Her (Sorry everyone else, I can rewrite this with different pronouns/a real plot if people actually enjoy this small piece of writing/request it.)

"Extras"- SBI!Family Dynamic, Sibling(Adopted, obviously) Reader, Dream XD x Reader (Platonic)

Plot- After the events of Technoblade's attempted execution, Reader decides to take her own revenge because the SMP has taken too much away from her and her family. She decides to go off to the SMP and cause havoc before running away to escape death. The catch though? In return for not dying like she should have, she has to go with Dream XD somewhere unknown. While running up a mountain to both get away from everyone else and meet the god, her brother(s?) find out, wanting to stop her from running away.

Letting out a gasp, the girl stuttered a bit at the sight in front of her. The cold wind nipped at her face as she stood on the mountain top, the clouds dark as a green and purple portal appeared in the otherwise dark night sky. Hands shaking, a pair of fingers clutched onto the Netherite sword desperately; almost as if everything would vanish should she let it go. Her eyes were wide, quickly filling to the brim with tears that threatened to spill over. This couldn’t be real, she had to be hallucinating. Her second oldest brother was dead, so why was a ghost-like version of him standing in front of her right now? Eyes tracing his every single feature quickly, as if trying to find some kind of flaw or proof that he wasn’t real. She couldn’t find anything and her mind began to spiral as voices in her head began to scream at her, telling her to pick between her two current options she had. However, a voice seemed to draw her from her thoughts and distract her, no matter how temporarily.

“(Y/N), come back! Please, don’t run away from me!” An almost desperate voice called out to her as he pulled himself completely up so that he could be standing on the mountain top as well. He wore a pig mask, his hair long and the color of pink cotton candy, though it was drawn together in a low ponytail that rested against his covered back. His crown was lopsided on his head, barely hanging on as his cape began to blow furiously at the wind that picked up speed. He looked like a God, a king, yet his current expression and tone was something that almost ruined that entire ensemble all together. His eyes flickered to the side for a moment as he could hear people shouting below them as they had, as he assumed, began to ascend the mountain in pursuit after them.

Instead of responding, (Y/N) inhaled sharply and stepped back slightly before glancing up at the portal in the sky. Watching as a large, god-looking figure descended from the portal she looked specifically at the white mask adorning his face, a “X” and “D” carved into its front. It outstretched its hand towards her, welcoming the girl happily to join him. The voices began to grow louder once again, some screaming at her to go with the floating creature while the other side begged her to return to her brothers’ warm and safe embrace. She was torn on what to do, trying to find any and every explanation; reason that she should go back home. But, she knew she couldn’t go back home, that this world wasn’t her home anymore. It could never be again. She had slaughtered countless before climbing this cold, snowy mountain and even if her siblings would forgive her, she had made a deal with the creature waiting for her to take its hand.

“Please, I can’t lose another sibling. You’re all I really have left.” The long haired man practically begged. Both his hands were outstretched towards the girl in a silent plea for her to come back home with him. Oh how desperately she wanted to, but instead she recoiled from him and stepped back again. A sad smile placed itself on her face and she sheathed her sword, swallowing dryly.

“It was not your fault, but mine and it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I, my dear brother?” Laughing humorlessly, the pain was evident in her eyes as she reached out, taking the unworldly creature’s hand. Looking at its mask, she glanced back at her two brothers one last time, clenching her jaw tightly. Being lifted effortlessly into the air, she was grabbed more securely by the other. Turning her head away, she silently prepared for the new life that was awaiting her because she knew that there was no turning back now.