#thundermans x sibling!reader

[sunna66]

Y/n: I may be dumb..

Phoebe: But..?

Y/n: No, that's it.

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Y/n: Isn't it weird how cow boys never die, they just ride off into the sunset.

Max: Is that what your parents told you when you came back from school one day and your cow boy was missing.

Y/n: He... he just ye-hawed into another ranch...

Max: Yeah, that's what they all say.

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Max: *trying to cheer the group up* Things could be worse, you know!

Phoebe: How?

Max : How what?

Y/n: How could they be worse?

Max: They couldn’t, I lied.

Y/n & Phoebe: ...

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Max: They said I’m perfectly fine.

Max: Except for this minor burn, and this broken rib- That’s right next to two other broken ribs.

Phoebe: Did Y/n clear you or not?

Max: They did not. All right let's get back to business!

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Max: I prevented a murder.

Y/n: How'd you do that?

Max: Self control.

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Y/n: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Phoebe: Several traffic violations.

Billy: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Nora: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Max: Also, that's not our car.

Y/n: *Sighs* Yeah, that tracks.

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Y/n: *Is visibly upset*

Phoebe: Y/n, what happened? I haven't seen you this upset since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

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Y/n: In my defense I was left unsupervised.

Barbara: Wasn't Max with you?

Max: Well, in my defense... I was also left unsupervised.

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Y/n: Isn't it weird that we pay money to see other human beings?

Max: Are you talking about prostitution, movies, or airplane tickets?

Y/n: Umm, glasses....

Y/n: -but Oh mY god!

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Y/n: *Talking about Max* I finally learned how to read his emotions.

Y/n: His lips are slightly pursed, and he's blinking at eight seconds intervals as suppose to his normal ten.

Y/n: *gasps*

Y/n: Oh my god.

Y/n: He's having a meltdown.

Phoebe: Meltdown seems excessive.

Y/n: Nope. It's a meltdown.

Y/n: Mark my words.

Y/n: *Walking over to Max* Hey there, Max, everything okay?

Max: No, I'm having a meltdown.

Y/n: *Slowly walks back to Phoebe*

Phoebe: Props. Solid reasoning.

Y/n: Thanks, it was a lot of work.

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Y/n: I may be small, but I know things.

Max: You don't know what the top of shelf looks like.

Y/n: ...

Max: Please don't kill me.