#wilbur soot x sibling reader

[if-you-feel-lonely]

Being Wilbur's younger sibling but closer to Jack

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy

A/N: i swear i'll post more, i've been really invested in school work recently, but I'm off school for christmas holidays!!!

This is inspired by @beeindaclouds's similar fics!! part one is here

For a while, you felt jealous of the bond between Tommy and Wilbur

You knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, but that didn't make you feel any different

It was always "Tommy this", "Tommy that" with him. You tried to ignore it - you really did!

But you couldn't help it

Don't get me wrong - you liked tommy. The two of you got on well together

But nothing you, him or Wilbur ever did would change your feelings

When Wilbur and Jack started talking and became friends, you tagged along on a lot of their outings

He made a lot of jokes at your expense about having to babysit you, hence you joining them, but it never took away from the fact that Jack did genuinely like you

In fact, he liked you so much that he started reaching out to hang out - just the two of you

You weren't a content creator by any means, but with how often you were hanging out during his streams, you might as well have been

He pushed you to do a lot of things you wouldn't normally have done /pos

He encouraged you to pursue the things you loved

It was weird - you two acted more like siblings than you did with Wilbur

Multiple compilation videos titled "Jack and Y/N being siblings for twelve minutes straight."

It was while before Wilbur noticed how close you were with Jack, and how distant you were with him

When he noticed pictures of the two of you on your social media, and his private accounts, he started having some suspicions

It only really sunk in when he found out you were moving to Brighton for university

Obviously, since you weren't a content creator, you had other ambitions, and you'd got into Brighton University with ease

When he offered to let you stay with him, and you declined, since you and Jack had already arranged for you to move in with him, it broke him

He didn't know what he had done wrong for you to choose his best friend over your own brother

Nevertheless, he moved on from it

If you wanted to spend time with Jack rather than him, that was none of his business

Maybe it pissed him off that you chose his friend over him - could he even say that anymore? He was your friend, too - but that wouldn't really mean anything, would it?

Okay, maybe he was a bit jealous. And maybe you knew and were just ignoring it. But hey, karma's a bitch sometimes! These feelings had been with you for far too long now, it wouldn't kill him to feel what you've been feeling

Speaking of, since hanging out with Jack, it had been a while since you'd felt that way

He made you feel appreciated in a way that Wilbur hadn't for a long time

You never told him why you always seemed so tense around him, and they thought it better not to ask

When Wilbur came to help you move your things into Jack's flat, there was a thick tension between you two

No matter what Jack tried, nothing seemed to break it

Finally, after two hours (though it felt like twelve), Wilbur left, and it gave Jack the chance to ask the question he was left wondering whenever it was just you, him and Wilbur

"Just out of curiosity," he began, awkwardly leaning on the kitchen counter. "Why are you and Will so distant now?" At your confused face, he elaborated. "Just 'cause you seemed really close when I first met you. Now you barely speak to each other."

"I mean, we were never really that close. Just hung out with the same people. Besides, he had other people to focus on, like you and Tommy and Niki." You explained casually, sitting on the counter opposite from him.

"Okay, you weren't like, best friends. But when he was here earlier, you were really tense. Both of you. It was weird - I've never seen two siblings so awkward around each other. Did one of you do something?"

"Jack, you don't want to know. It's just stupid and petty. Don't bother yourself about it."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know. Besides, stupid and petty shit is the only really interesting shit I get to hear."

"I don't really know. He just always prioritised Tommy and you lot more than me, and he's literally my brother. Since we started hanging out, you've been more like a brother than he has for the past few years. I get that it's childish and shit, but it still pisses me off."

"It's not that childish."

"I can't tell if you're taking the piss or not, but if you are, I will be moving out."

"I'm not! It is fair - compared to him and Tom, you two might as well be strangers. I know what you mean. But it's not gonna change if you don't talk to him about it."

"But that's awkward and therefore I won't be doing it."

"I'll tell him if you don't want to do it."

"Fuck off, really? You'd actually do that."

"Well yeah, but you'd have to actually talk to him about it. I'll just tell him what you told me and get him to talk to you."

"I love you in the most indescribably platonic way possible."

Manifold to the rescue

True to his word, Jack did message Wilbur on your behalf

Which brought about the hard part, actually talking to him about it. You wanted to, yes, but you failed to realise that that would mean actually speaking to him about it

You did speak to him, though! And cried, since I can't talk about my feelings without crying and I'm in a #projecting mood /nav

He was nicer about it than you had expected him to be

And, although it started out tense and awkward, you two did start to build a better sibling relationship

And you stopped being resentful to Tommy, which was a miracle in itself

He had noticed your bitterness towards him, but he never really knew why (and he never would)

The result?

Countless videos titled "Wilbur and Y/N being siblings for eight minutes straight". It almost rivalled the videos of you and Jack or Tommy and Wilbur

But through all this, you still lived with Jack since, even if Wilbur lived only ten minutes away, moving is such a pain, and one you're not willing to endure again

[justpuppylove]

HIII WELCOME BACKK!! WE MISSED YOU!! NOW IM GONNA NEED MORE OF THAT STEP BRO WILBUR MHM MHM 🤭

Sh~ Stepbrother Wilbur soot smut

Stepbro!WilburSoot x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], degrading, begging, marking

A/N: HIIIII AND OFC :3

If you were completely honest, you didn’t like Wilbur. Your mom started dating your stepdad and after about a year he moved in, he brought Wilbur with him. Wilbur was honestly kind of a prick, he always made such snarky comments and was always teasing you. You always had to put up with him, especially on holidays and for special events. It just so happens that your mom and stepdad wanted to go on a date, and Wilbur decided to come bother you.

“What’s up dickheadddd” Wilbur says as he busts into your room. You let out a gasp and jump a bit, not expecting him to just barge in. You roll your eyes, “What is it Wilbur, don’t you have anything better to do?” Wilbur looks at you with a stupid smirk on his face. “What? Can’t I hang out with my favorite sibling?” He asks as he walks over to your bed where you’re sitting. He towers over you as he looks down. You feel a bit flustered as you look away; avoiding eye contact. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “You’re not blushing, are you?” He asks as he studies your face, that dumb smirk still plastered across his face. “What? No.. of course not, dumbass.” You respond as you shove your face away from his hand. “Awe you are, admit it” he says, placing his leg on the bed as he partially climbs on top of you. You feel your face heat up as he positions himself over you. You keep quiet as Wilbur grabs your face once more. “Admit it.” He says as he slightly squeezes your face. “Fine. Yes, I am.” You say as you look up at him reluctantly.

He moves himself over top of you as he moves his hand from your face to your neck. He kisses you and you feel yourself melt into his touch, you’re a bit surprised but you let it happen. His hand moves down your body and you spread your legs open, inviting him in. He smirks against your lips as he sees how needy you are. “You’re such a slut” his words ring through your ears as his hand meets with your core. You still had your shorts on but you were soaking wet. Wilbur was obviously quite surprised by this, he teases you by trailing his fingers over your shorts; making you whine. “You’ve needed me so bad hm?” He asks teasingly, all you can do is nod. “You don’t even care that I’m your stepbrother?” He asks as he slides your shorts off and takes off his shirt. You trace his muscles with your eyes, not paying attention to his questions as he unbuttons his pants. His bulge is very apparent against his boxers as he kisses your neck. He fingers once again meeting your core. He slowly pushes his fingers in, which causes you to let out a moan. You grab the back of Wilbur’s head, your fingers combing through his hair, as he leaves a hickey on your neck.

He lines himself up with your entrance, tapping his hard dick onto your pussy. He slides himself up and down your wetness as you get needier. “Please just fuck me” you say as Wilbur looks down at you. “How bad do you want it?” Wilbur says, wanting you to beg. You almost let out a scoff before realizing that would just postpone your pleasure even more, “Please~ I need you so bad. I need you to fuck me Will” you say pleadingly. Wilbur seems pleased with your response because he slowly slides into you. You let out a whine as you try to adjust to his length. “Sh~ I know baby” he says as he gives you a second to get used to him. He starts slowly moving inside of you, letting out a few groans as you clench around him. After hearing your moans he speeds up and begins slamming into you roughly. “Fuck~ Wilbur~” you moan out between whines. “Yeah? You like that?” He says as he slams into you, making the bed hit the wall. He lifts your legs up over his shoulders and grabs your hips, his nails pressing into your thighs. “Such a dirty slut~” he says, you clench around him as you hear his words. As he feels this he moves one of his hands to your clit, skillful circling it. “Please~ can I please cum~” you beg Wilbur as he continues slamming into you. “Cum for me, only I can make you feel this good.” Wilbur says, possessiveness swimming in his tone. Once you get permission you feel yourself release on Wilbur’s dick, your clit throbbing as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. “Ah~ Wilbur~” you moan out, gripping onto his wrists. His grip on you tightens more as he slams into you even harder. With a few more thrusts his seed spills out onto you.

You both pant a bit as you come down from your highs. Wilbur cleans you both up and helps you put your clothes back on. You both settle into your bed together and turn on your tv. You both watch some movies together before Wilbur gets a message from his dad. “They’re coming home..” he says, “you should do something about that.” he finishes as his eyes dart to the huge hickey on your neck. Your face heats up as you scatter to the bathroom.

[shubblelive]

— SOURCE MATERIAL

summary : tommy’s plan to get you and wilbur back together doesn’t work. fortunately, you don’t need it. a quiet christmas party, joni mitchell and a little bit of alcohol works just fine.

genre : fluff with some angst peppered here and there

warnings : mentions of a breakup, alcohol/drinking (one mention of being drunk in the past, no one’s drunk in the fic), swearing, very minor panic attack, tommy being a little shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur x ex girlfriend!reader

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit (tommy and will are the only creators with dialogue),cc!phil + kristin (mentioned), cc!ranboo (mentioned), cc!tubbo (mentioned), cc!james marriott (mentioned), cc!aimsey (mentioned)

word count : 4.3k

note : christmas fic christmas fic christmas fic!!! december is one of my favourite times of the year and suddenly i am so inspired like i haven’t written anything in ages but december rolls around and boom here’s a 4k wilbur fic. thank you to carrie for letting me yell at her about this fic.

it wasn’t unusual for tommy to call you and ask for a ride home. he would catch an uber somewhere and sometimes he’d go to book one home and the nearest car would be over an hour away, so if his parents were busy he turned to the next best thing; his siblings. 

the internet was well aware of the younger boy’s habit of adopting older creators as family members. phil and kristin were his parents, and you and wilbur were his older siblings, and you were more than happy to give him lifts whenever you were free. 

“can you come pick me up?”

“hello to you too, tommy.” you had just ended your stream, and were processing the footage for editing to go on your youtube channel. “where are you?”

“i’m about twenty minutes from your place, i can text you the address.” tommy answered. “please?”

you were already putting on your coat. “alright, send me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

“you’re a life-saver, atom,” tommy said. you huffed at the nickname, given to you because “you barely matter” as tom had joked one afternoon a few months ago. before you could respond, he had hung up.

“shithead,” you pocketed your phone and bent down to tie your laces. your phone vibrated in your pocket, probably tommy with the address. you pulled it out one handed as you tightened your shoes. without looking, you copied the address into google maps and pressed enter, putting it on your dashboard mount. 

it should have clicked when you passed the dive bar you used to frequent. it should have clicked when you passed the corner shop.  it should have clicked when you passed the ginger stray you used to pet on your walk to the corner shop. perhaps you were in denial, but you didn’t register where you were until you were parked in front of the building.

you were nervous when you’d first moved in there. you had lived in the same shitty flat since uni, and when wilbur had tentatively asked you to to move in with him you had your doubts. not because you didn’t love will, no that was the least of your issues. you just didn’t want to step on his toes, it was his place after all. you were hesitant to bring your things in, feeling guilty when wilbur’s novels were moved to make room for your plants, when he had to install another rack to hold all your shoes, when you had come home from the bakery and found wilbur had swapped out his sheets for a set of yours. but over time, wilbur had eased you into it, and soon it was just as much your place as it was his. 

now it was just his again. it hadn’t been yours for nearly a year, and yet when you pulled into the strip of parking you had to consciously go to the ‘guests’ section. you took your phone off the dock, your knee jumping up and down as you called tommy. he didn’t answer. you texted him. and again. then you called a second time, leaving him a desperate voicemail. fifteen minutes went by and tommy hadn’t even read any of your texts, so you huffed, realising that you were going to have to physically go and retrieve tommy. 

you dug out your key card from the depths of your purse, praying that wilbur didn’t block your card. the light turned green and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the door open. in an attempt to make it take longer, hoping and praying that tommy would reply before you reached the third floor. you reached the top of the stairs and sighed, counting to three in your head before knocking. “tom? it’s me!” you knocked again, not wanting mr adams next door to hear your voice and come out to talk to you. he was a nice older man, but you didn’t want to be in this building for a second longer than you had to. “tommy?” you inhaled. “will?”

you heard a muffled voice, and the door swung open in front of you. “tom.” you breathed another sigh of relief. “great. let’s go, i have a video to edit.”

“wait, i have to grab my stuff.” tommy said, and then he was off, and you were alone. 

the first thing that struck you was how the place looked. it was exactly the same as when you had been there. you turned around to the end table behind the door. a few unopened letters, a small wooden bowl, and a small plant. the bowl had been your idea, weeks of wilbur coming to you with “darling, do you know where my keys are?” before you caved and bought it for him. lo and behold, his keyes were nestled inside, spotify code keychain that you had also bought him sitting face up. the plant was new, and you ran a finger over the leaf.

on the couch there was a grey woollen blanket thrown over the back, also yours. though, technically he had bought it. you were the only one who used it, complaining about the cold. as lovely as you thought will’s flat was the heating barely worked. will radiated warmth, both physically and emotionally. 

the entire flat still contained your presence. any random person wouldn’t be able to tell that you hadn’t lived there since you and wilbur broke up. 

“hey.”

you spun around, wilbur smiling sheepishly. “sorry, sorry. would it be awfully cliche if I said I didn’t mean to startle you?”

you laughed breathily. “yes. but it’s okay.”

he nodded, guilty smile still pinched across his face. “tommy’s just grabbing his shit. you know that kid, fucking menace.”

if tommy noticed how awkward it was, he didn’t say anything. you and wilbur both brightened visibly when he came through the door. watching wilbur hug tom goodbye, squeezing his shoulder gently, it hits you suddenly that you haven’t seen wilbur in nearly seven months.

you’re quiet as you drop tommy off, and he wants to apologise. wants to say sorry for making you pick him up and not telling you his phone was on the verge of dying. he wants to say he’s sorry for all those times you cancelled streams, claiming you “weren’t feeling well” when he knew you were upset about wilbur. 

but tommy also saw all those times wilbur was curled up in that grey blanket you left behind. buying plants to fill in the gaps of things you took and to give him a purpose, something that depended on him. he saw the way wilbur’s eyes brightened when he heard your voice, his shoulder’s slumping before the door shut when you left. 

how one time he’d had stood in front of a drunk wilbur, tear tracks running down his face and had to wrestle will’s phone off him to stop him from calling you. 

tommy didn’t know what had happened between you two; you were adults, he was only seventeen at the time. it felt naive of him to think you two belonged together, but he couldn’t help it. 

“thanks for driving me.” he said earnestly as he stepped out of the car. you nodded and gave him a pained smile. “i love you.”

it wasn’t a normal occurrence, saying things like that, but you softened. “i love you.” tommy brightened seeing your more genuine expression, but he could still see that your interaction with wilbur had left you upset. 

you collapsed back onto your sofa once you were home, not in the mood to edit your video anymore. 

wilbur always worked too much. it was something his viewers loved; how dedicated he was to them. but they didn’t see the sleepless nights, when you would wake up to wilbur typing frantically in his notes app, a muffled “go back to sleep, darling” when he noticed you were awake.

but then it turned to missing entire nights of sleep, coming back from streaming to find wilbur passed out on the couch, shoes still on from last night. sometimes he would talk to you about it, laying on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispering about how he didn’t want to let anyone down.

you soothed him as best as you could, but you knew that the dark circles and the endless cups of coffee would only get worse. he didn’t have the time or energy to take care of himself, let alone you. not that you needed him to take care of you, but the two of you lived together and you probably talked to the fedex person more than you did your boyfriend.

you’d only been split for eight months, but you’d been missing him for far longer.

you were putting up christmas decorations when tommy called next. stringing lights across the shelves in your office, only bothered to decorate the one room. it wasn’t like you’d be doing anything anyway. “yeah, tom?” your phone was wedged between your shoulder and ear as you tried to detangle the lights. 

“hey, me and will were streaming together and i have to get home like, now but my dad isn’t available until three,” tommy explained, and you winced at the sound of wilbur’s name. “i totally get it if you can’t, but-“

“i’ll be there, but i’m going to mcdonald’s on the way back and you are paying.” tommy laughed and you had to move the phone away from your ear, giving up on the lights for the time being. “will still has the same office right?”

“yeah you can get there alright?” he asked. “you don’t need the address?” you assured him you’d be fine, and he paused guiltily. “we may also be locked in. the door broke again.”

“jesus,” you shook your head. “yeah, alright i’ll come let you out. dickhead,” you smiled at his noise of indignation before hanging up.

this time it was worse. the last time you’d been planning on avoiding wilbur until about five minutes before you saw him. this time you had the whole drive over to think about what it would be like. his hair was longer, you’d noticed when you first saw him. you always loved it when his hair was longer but it got in his face too much and he hated the feeling. 

you’d cut his hair for him once. wilbur sitting on a chair in the kitchen of your flat (this was before you’d moved in together) while you sat on the bench behind him, swinging your legs ever so slightly as he gazed adoringly up at you.

“let me take a picture,” you’d giggled, turning to grab your phone. “you look so cute.”

“no,” he’d whined. “darling,” he’d still smiled when you prompted, and you looked softly at your screen, completely enamoured. “do not post that anywhere, can’t have anyone knowing that i simp for you.”

“dork,” you had put your phone down and ruffled his hair, some loose hairs falling out from where you’d cut. 

you pulled your car up to the pavement and went up to wilbur’s office. it was a fairly small building, and you managed to get there without anyone asking any questions. 

you reached the office and peered inside. it was dark. you opened the door and stuck your head in, but there was no one inside. “hey!” tommy said much too loudly, him and wilbur coming around the corner. your eyes flicked between the two of them, narrowing slightly.

“i thought you said the door was locked?” you asked uncertainly.

“it’s not,” tommy said simply, and he reached a hand out and shoved you through the open door, shutting it behind you. “but it will be.”

“what the fuck?” you banged on the window.

tom pushed wilbur over, but the older man just looked at him incredulously. “have you lost your mind?”

“please?” tommy asked, gesturing to where you were glaring at him.

“no!” wilbur said, hitting tommy’s arm off his shoulder. “you’re a dickhead. now let her out.”

“fine.” tommy’s shoulders slumped and he moved out of the way. wilbur rolled his eyes at tommy, saying he’d do it and then making will. his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he was halfway through an apology to you when tommy’s hand collided with his back.

wilbur stumbled toward and you both watched in horror as tommy shut the door, triumphantly locking it with a click.

“tommy you fucker!” wilbur yelled.

“now, i may have been lying about needing a lift and being locked in the office, but i wasn’t lying about needing to go home.”

“thomas if you leave i’m gonna delete your channel!” tommy actually looked nervous at wilbur’s threat. “open the door.”

tommy sighed again, finally giving up. he jiggled the doorknob and his eyes widened. “okay i would let you out but i may have broken the door.”

he backed away, both you and will yelling at him. 

you turned so your back was against the door, sitting down with your knees up to your chest. will came to sit next to you. “are you okay?”

“i just don’t like knowing there’s no way out of a room.” you said quietly. “i don’t like being trapped.”

“i know,” he said softly. “is there anything i can do besides breaking a window?”

you exhaled, smiling weakly. “can you just talk to me?” you fiddled nervously, suddenly worried about what he would think.

“of course i can.” without realising, wilbur had reached out and was dragging his thumb gently over the back of your hand. “you know that step down the street from ou-my flat? the one that you always used to trip on? they fixed it.” you didn’t seem to notice his mistake, so he kept going. “and there’s a new bar a few miles away and we’ve been trying to get them to let us play there, so we might have a new gig bar soon.”

your breathing was more even now, and he squeezed your hand gently. you squeezed back and he smiled.

you could vaguely hear tommy saying he was going to get maintenance, and wilbur shuffled. “i’m gonna see if i can jimmy it with a card. could you grab one for me please?” 

you reached over to will’s desk and grabbed a random card out of his wallet. you went to hand it to him but before he could grab it you took a closer look. “you kept this?”

over a year ago as a joke you’d bought him one of those simp cards from the arthur meme, and it had your name written underneath it. “you’re only allowed to simp for me,” you’d say as you gave it to him, making him crack up.

“yeah,” wilbur admitted, his cheeks turning warm. “guess i forgot it was there.”

he shoved it into the lock and wiggled it around until he heard a click and the door swung open. “here.” he tried to give it back to you, but you shook your head.

“you can keep it, or throw it out. whatever you want. it’s yours,” you babbled, not meeting his eyes.

wilbur wasn’t sure what came over him in the next ten seconds, but before he could stop himself he blurted out “does this mean i’m still allowed to love you?”

your gaze shot up and your eyes met wilbur’s, warm and brown, filled with uncertainty. eventually, you nodded. “always.”

wilbur wasn’t sure if that was if that was an invitation, but before he could stop himself he was wrapping his arms around you. you burrowed into his chest, breathing deeply. “did tommy really parent-trap us?”

“well,” you replied shyly. “don’t they get back together in the parent trap? not exactly accurate to the source material.”

“well we all know how important it is,” wilbur said quietly, eyes flicking down for just an instant. 

“very important,” he could feel your breath on his face.

“it’s a christmas miracle!”

“it’s gonna be if i don’t kill him,” wilbur muttered, teeth gritted as you pulled apart to find tommy. he was holding a stick, and seemed to register your confusion.

“couldn’t find maintenance, so i went outside and found this.” he said proudly. “i was helping.”

“yeah actually,” will said genuinely, holding his hand out. “give us a look.” tommy handed the stick to wilbur and was promptly hit in the face with it. “that’s for locking us in there, bastard.”

“ow.” tommy picked the stick off the ground and chucked it at wilbur, but it just bounced off the door behind him. “okay fine. i’m sorry.”

“you better be,” you stepped towards him and he flinched, clearly sure you were going to attack him like wilbur had. “come on, let’s go.”

as tommy said goodbye to wilbur, the two of you made eye contact over tom’s shoulder. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he raised his eyebrows slightly, grin overtaking his face. you nodded almost imperceptibly. he’d call you.

he didn’t. 

it had been two weeks since you’d last spoken, and he never called you. you didn’t want to admit that it hurt you. you had spent eight months trying to get over wilbur, all that progress destroyed in an instant.

you’d never deleted his contact, not even when you first broke up. you hovered over it debating on whether to call him, before exiting out and closing your phone.

your phone stayed dark for approximately one second before it was lighting up again. you answered, “yeah, tommy?”

“so, atom, me and a few others were thinking of having a little christmas get together on the 23rd? would you want to come?” he rushed out, wanting to get the words out before you said anything.

you considered it for a second. your parents would be going on holiday. they invited you, but you always wanted to spend your christmas with wilbur. this year, you’d declined again, without really knowing the reason. it’s not like you had other plans.

“yeah, alright,” you said, and you heard tom let out a triumphant breath on the other side. “who’s coming?”

“you, phil and kristin, tubbo, james, ranboo, maybe aimsey, a few other people maybe…” he trailed off, and you frowned.

“wilbur?” you asked.

“yeah.” tommy admitted. “but there will be enough people that you can be a coward and not talk to him.”

“tommy,” you said, voice low. “don’t.”

“okay, i’m sorry. please come?”

it’s not like you had anything better to do. “i’ll be there, tommy. don’t worry.” 

the things you would do for that fucker. he could never know. god knows his head was big enough without you telling him that.

while you were quietly dreading it, tommy seemed almost giddy with excitement. so you forced a smile and acted happy about it, even after tommy abandoned you within thirty seconds of you arriving. 

you managed to strike up a conversation with ranboo, though, grateful that you knew everyone. you’d isolated yourself quite a bit after the breakup, worried that your friends would rather be friends with will.

your worries were shattered when you were  engulfed in a hug from him. they seemed really interested in your upcoming projects and you asked about his with equal fervour. 

the night was going much better than you’d expected, and it was winding down when wilbur finally approached you. joni mitchell singing through the speakers about her lover making her weak in the knees, sipping on a drink with your head resting on top of aimsey’s.

“hey,” he was quiet, words slurred more from being tired than drunk. “can we talk?”

you looked down at aimsey, who was immersed in conversation with james and tommy, so you slid off the counter and followed him down the hall. tommy’s flat was small, so the two of you found a quiet corner. your shoulder was pressed into the wall, looking at him over the rim of your glass as he fiddled with his glasses. “i’m sorry i didn’t call.”

“it’s fine.” you said stiffly.

“no, it’s not.” he pressed. “i fucked up. not just when i didn’t call. i fucked up when we were still together.”

“will,” you tried. “it’s okay. it’s the past.”

“but you’re not.” he said. “you’re not the past, not my past. at least, i don’t want you to be.” he took a shuddering breath. “i was so worried about letting people down that i fucked up, and i ruined us.”

“you didn’t ruin anything.” it came out breathy, just above a whisper and you gave him a watery smile. “definitely not us.”

you didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was how cold and dreary it had been, maybe it was exhaustion or the alcohol. or maybe it was because wilbur had taken your hands in his and pressed them to his lips. 

“i’m so sorry, darling,” he murmured against your fingers, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “so so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault, will.” you said. “i could have done something.”

he opened his eyes and met yours, shining as you tried to fight back tears. “i’m so hard to handle, and i’m selfish and i’m sad,” he sang along to joni mitchell softly, pulling you forward to wrap your arms around him. he smelled like cinnamon, and he let you cry for as long as you needed.

you pulled away softly, looking at him as your hand ghosted over his jaw. “you didn’t lose me, will.” 

“you’re saying you think you’re the best baby i ever had?” he asked, eyes shining, and you pushed him away. 

you giggled. “how presumptuous of me.”

“you would be correct though,” he admitted, coming to pull you close again, swaying on the spot. he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, you threading your hands into his hair.

“you have got to let me cut this,” you mumbled, and wilbur laughed against your mouth. he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, and took a shaky breath.

“i miss you.” he said. “i stopped working so much, i’ve been taking care of myself more. let me love you again?”

his voice wobbled, clearly so sure that you would reject him. he had hurt you, he knew that. will let his thumbs stroke up and down your arms and you got goosebumps even through your jumper. “you do have a permit, don’t you?”

he laughed, relief thick in his voice. “of course, darling. have my card in my wallet.”

“then i guess that’s okay.” you said, as if it didn’t matter to you all that much. “as long as you let me love you.”

“you can do whatever you want,” wilbur kissed you again. “as long as it’s with me.”

[angstyx]

Hi, if possible, i would love a Karl Jacobs or Wilbur Soot imagine (you can decide which one you want to write more) where Karl or Wilbur is reader's brother's best friend.

Oh no, he's cute

CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word Count: 310+ words

Summary: You find out that your brother's best friend is kinda cute... and that you may have a crush on him… oops?

TW: cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

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"And here's my room! [Name]'s room is across from mine but they usually never come out as far as I know," your brother jokes, right as you open the door to go downstairs.

Your brother and the guy next to him turn to look at you. You're about to turn around and go back inside your room to prevent any social interaction but your brother had other ideas. Damn him.

"Look who finally decided to leave their room. [Name], meet my best friend, Wilbur. Wilbur, meet my sibling, [name]." You internally grown and turn around to face the two. Before you could flip your brother off, his friend flashes you a big, friendly smile and nervously waves at you. "Hey," he says awkwardly. Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen.

Oh shit, he's cute. Too cute.

Literally, shut up [name]! He's your brother's best friend! Though that doesn't really matt-

You quickly cut off your thoughts and give Wilbur a nervous smile back. "Hey..." Your brother gives you a knowing look but you ignore him. Hopefully, Wilbur doesn't think you look messy in your pjs.

Since when did you care about what your brother's friends think about you [name]? Since the moment you met this one. If someone took a look at your mind at that moment, they would've thought you were weird for arguing with yourself.

Before your brother could say anything more, you quickly turn around and walk back into your room, immediately shutting the door. You flop onto your bed and groan.

Shit, were those butterflies in your stomach? You quickly bring your hands to cup your face. Its warm. No way you like Wilbur when you literally just met him. Like, literally just minutes ago. Though he is kinda cute. Damn it, you were gonna think about this for the rest of the week, weren't you?

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

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

I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Demon!Reader

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

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Being a demon wasn't really your choice

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

You were, unfortunately, the former

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itsfeckinwimdy]

*HONK*

c!Karlnapity x Reader (Romantic) (Soulmate au)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: The quartet are soulmates and need help finding their way back to each other. What's better to help them than the Soulmate Goose Of Enforcement?

Warnings: Duck hybrid Quackity, Blaze hybrid (blazeborn) Sapnap, DSMP family canon, Y/n is Phil's kid and Wilbur sibling, angst, mentions of fighting, mention of war, mentions of exile, mention of previous death, ambiguous/open ending, and finally unconscious people who don't want tea.

Word Count: 5.3K (5379 words)

DSMP Masterlist

Published: 22/10/2022

(started writing: 29/05/2021, yes it has taken me over a year to finish this)

Everyone had a soulmate. Sometimes it was easier to find them and be with them. Other times it was more complex and took a bit of time for everything to fall in place.

At least, that's what Karl told himself. But if he was being truthful, it was partly his fault.

The brunette kept hiding secrets from the people he loved. He claimed it was to protect them and that he would tell them if they needed to know, but honestly, he was scared. He was scared his partners, well now ex-partners, would judge him, and that if he told someone about his memory problems it would only worsen. That he would have to face reality, that he would have to stop time travelling, that he would have to stop trying to find a way to fix everything, that he would have to stop before he lost all his memory. Before he lost his partners. His soulmates.

But a part of him knew it was too late.

The night before the Pogtopita-Manberg war, the four had holed themselves up inside George's castle, knowing that two of them would be fighting against the other two in the morning. It was something the four of them were trying not to think about, knowing there was a chance that any of them could be getting injured or losing a canon life.

The entirety of the quartet was tired. Quackity's wings were killing him from being buried under his shirt all day, Sapnap was itching to set something on fire, Karl was fidgety with nerves as he didn't want to fight tomorrow, in fact, none of them really did, and Y/n was cold from their bath they had taken to strip all of the soot and grime from their skin, due to Pogtopia not having the best living conditions.

Y/n's brother, Wilbur, and themself were the cause of all this mess. The two of them teamed up once he arrived on the server to cause chaos but ultimately made a power grab and created L'Manberg from a simple drug van and the shared thoughts and beliefs of others.

But then they lost it.

That caused the new leader to exile Y/n, Wilbur, and the teenager, Tommy, who looked up to Y/n and Wilbur as older sibling figures, knowing the three would fight for their country back, even if they no longer had any jurisdiction over it.

This led to them fleeing, Wilbur losing a canon life along the way as he dived in front of Y/n after Punz attempted to shoot his younger sibling. That night Punz feared for his life after Sapnap threatened to kill him if he ever tried to hurt his partner again.

After setting up base in an abandoned ravine, their dad's old friend Technoblade joined them, promising to help destroy the government.

Whilst planning for this upcoming war and having Tubbo as a spy, for which he, unfortunately, got executed, Y/n would try to spend as much time with their partners, that being difficult to do so as two of them lived in L'Manberg and Quackity was forced to work ridiculous hours for the drunken president.

Therefore, the castle became a safe haven for the four.

This led to Y/n spending most nights closer to the impending day of the war there. They were glad they could sleep in a proper bed with the people they loved, and that they got to have a break from the bickering between Wilbur and Tommy.

Noticing Karl fighting the urge to get up and start pacing again, Y/n shuffled closer to Sapnap, letting the blazeborn's naturally high body temperature warm them up, and they wrapped their arms around Karl's midsection, pulling him into their torso.

Reaching forwards, they managed to get Quackity to join to cuddle pile, Sapnap wrapping his arms around the three of them, or at least trying to.

That night, the four made a promise to always stick by each other's side and to never let each other go. To always talk and resolve problems and that they would be truthful to each other. After all, they were now fiancées.

As they made this promise, the sound of an achievement rang through their communicators.

'The Soulmate Bond' it simply read.

That night they knew it was meant to be.

But then again, that wasn't the right saying on this server. What was it again?

Oh yeah,

It was never meant to be.

Sapnap was worried. And he had every right to be.

First, it was Y/n. After the death of their brother, they had started to pull away from the other three, becoming seemingly distant and only really there at night to sleep, disappearing for hours on end.

Quackity had followed them one day only to find them sitting overlooking a cliff. Apparently, it was where Y/n first took Wilbur on the server, where the two saw their first sunset together. Y/n would sit there as the hours would pass, watching the point on the compass spin, it no longer pointing to their bother. They began to snap back into their old self after Quackity sat with them, becoming who they used to be but more willing to fight.

Then Tommy got exiled. Sapnap and Karl believed they already knew, therefore not bringing it up, and Quackity simply didn't tell them. That sparked one of the biggest arguments they had ever had.

Y/n stayed with Phil that night.

Everything seemed fine for a while, with Y/n coming back home and then the quartet creating Cedar Rapids. And then Ghostbur came back, making it easier for Y/n to move on. Everyone was happy.

But then came the butcher army. Y/n refused to let their dad be pushed around and stepped in, earning themselves house arrest, by orders of Quackity.

That night they left. Sapnap remembers the conversation he had with them before they went. It was seemingly normal, Y/n saying they were staying with Phil for a few days. Except they didn't.

It was two weeks later they returned, hearing that Technoblade had killed Quackity. They helped the stubborn duck with his recovery. The blazeborn remembers the amount of shouting and the arguments that happened that week.

Looking back, he should've stepped in more. But he couldn't have known what was going through Y/n's mind at the time.

See Y/n was planning to blow up L'Manberg again. To finish their brother's job. They had realised how corrupt it had become, now wanting to get rid of the power the people who ran it had.

Sapnap should've seen it coming.

After doomsday, there was the final argument. Tensions were still high, and Quackity still couldn't see why Y/n chose to blow it up. Why Y/n would choose the side of Technoblade. The side of Dream. They explained why though. How L'Manberg was originally a power grab. How it was their idea to blow it up in the first place and that they were just finishing what that had started.

Sapnap should've stopped the fight. He should've stopped it before the words tumbled out of Quackity's mouth, before Y/n and Quackity exploded on each other, before Y/n walked away for what he thought was good.

Everyone's heart broke a bit that night.

Second, it was Karl. He started to disappear for a few days at a time, and when he returned? It was like his brain was scattered, and then he'd started to forget stuff.

At the time Sap had chalked it down to Karl's already bad memory, to his forgetful nature that his fiancée had. It began as small things. Karl forgot what day it was, where he left his book, what time he was meant to be at a certain place, and whether or not he had a meeting with the rest of Manberg's cabinet that day. But then It got worse.

Looking back, Sapnap realised that there were some days when Karl wouldn't say his or their partner's names until someone else said them. He had just thought Karl was messing around at the time, him just being cute and just wanting to call them by pet names but looking back at it, he should've realised sooner.

He should've realised when Karl came up with the idea of creating a new place to live, Kinoko Kingdom, because he said Cedar Rapids held no significate importance to him. Before he said it held no real value and that it was just where he lived because Sapnap lived there. Not because Sapnap, Quackity, and Y/n lived there, but because Sapnap lived there.

He should've realised before Karl completely shut him out. Before Karl would hole himself up in his library which he was forbidden from going in. Before Karl would forget him completely and call him by a stranger's name.

He should've helped Karl sooner. His heart cracked again.

Third, it was Quackity.

See the duck hybrid was stubborn, there was no denying that. Sapnap learnt this early on. If Quackity had his mind set on doing something, then there was a small chance, a very minuscule chance at that, of getting him to change his mind, the chance decreasing if Quackity was the one with the power to do what he wanted to do.

One morning, Sapnap had woken up alone. Karl had gone off again, who knows where, Y/n had just left maybe four days ago, and now Quackity had disappeared.

It stayed like that for a month. Quackity and Y/n were nowhere to be found. Karl occasionally disappeared and returned with his memory shot. Sapnap, probably wouldn't have minded so much if Quackity had told him where he was going, but after another month of no contact?

His heart broke again.

And the worse thing was? Karl had no idea what Quackity or Y/n meant to all of them.

And Finally, it was himself.

He could feel himself slipping away. With Karl coming and going, and no word from either Y/n or Quackity, Sapnap was stuck.

It wasn't like he had anyone to go to. His brother was locked away in a heavily armed prison, rightfully so; his Aunt Puffy was busy trying to deal with the fact one of her sons was locked up and also trying to solve this problem with the egg; his dad had been possessed by said egg, and was currently trying to take over the server; and his best friend was in some sort of deep sleep, only occasionally waking up.

He didn't know how much longer he could be there for Karl. As much as it broke him to ever think about leaving the Jacobs boy, he didn't know if it was worth it anymore, not without his partners. His first love and his third.

He didn't know how he could continue like this.

About a month after the fight, Y/n wanted to go back. Even if everything wouldn't go back to normal, they still wanted to see them, to check that they were doing okay. Because if their partners, well ex-partners were okay, then they'd be okay.

Or at least that's what they kept telling themselves.

The day they went to leave, Y/n climbed down the ladder leading to their room, only to be met with their dad, Philza, in the main room. As they made their way towards the front door and began to pull their cloak on, he stopped them.

"What are you doing?" he asked, nursing the warm mug between his hands.

Y/n sighed, not wanting to have this conversation with their dad but knowing he wouldn't let him go without telling him first, "I'm heading to Cedar Rapids, why? Is something wrong?"

Phil's face fell slightly, "There's a blizzard. You won't be able to make it Y/n."

Y/n's face dropped, and their heart sank in their chest, "How long will it last?"

They hoped it wouldn't be more than a few days at most, however, they were wrong. They ended up spending the next month trapped in the Arctic, unable to get to where they needed to. Unable to apologise for the shit they said.

The day they were finally able to get to Cedar Rapids, it was empty. The land was barren, but the buildings still standing. Their shared house was empty of the majority of everyone's belongings, only a few of theirs and Quackitys left behind.

Where was everyone?

As they stumbled out of the house, tears trying not to fall from their eyes they hit a solid object. Their hands came up to steady themselves, something grabbing onto their biceps. Looking up they saw the face of one of their fiancées.

Pulling back from their grip, Y/n wiped away their tears, wrapping the arms around their torso curling in on themselves. Their fiancée's wings drooped in response and his arms dropped to his sides. The two noticed the obvious distance between them, both physically and emotionally.

Choosing to break the silence between them, Y/n spoke up, "Hey."

Quackity stood still, having an internal malfunction. He was trying not to say anything he didn't want to say, not wanting to screw up again. His wings tightened up behind him, the slits in his shirt allowing his wings to come through, as he stood defensively. His instincts were screaming at him to comfort Y/n.

"Hey."

Looking up at the duck hybrid, Y/n locked eyes with his, and anyone could practically see the awkwardness between the two.

"So, uh," Y/n began, eyes still locked with his, "How are you?"

Quackity's wings fluttered slightly, "I'm alright I guess?"

His response came out as a sort of question, confusing Y/n slightly but they choose not to question it.

"How're the others?"

Quackity paused and Y/n could see them visible tense and him trying to form an answer but not knowing what to say.

"Quackity?" Y/n began, taking a step closer to him, "What happened?"

Hopping through the nether portal, Y/n grabbed a bunch of snow and hurled it at the goose that was following them, it letting out an exasperated honk and flapping its wings in annoyance. They stood up letting out curse words at the animal, beginning their trek back to their shared home. The white feathered animal biting against Y/n’s cloak and pants, attempting to pull the human back towards the nether portal.

The door slammed shut as Y/n walked through it, shrugging off the snow that had landed on their cloak. It felt like their ears were ringing, their mind spinning even though they could see clearly.

"What do you mean you left?"

"I did exactly what they did. What you did-"

Phil looked concerned at them, wondering what had happened, as his kid nonchalantly discarded their cloak and bag.

"What do you mean by that, Q? Where's Sapnap and Karl anyway, shouldn't they be around?"

"Well I wouldn't know, I came back one day to get them only to find they had disappeared along with all their stuff and most of ours."

"What do you mean disappeared?"

Phil's confusion began to grow as he heard the patter of webbed feet on his floor.

"Like gone. I don't even know where they are."

"Y/n," Phil began, walking closer and seeing the white goose standing next to his child, the goose attempting to pull on his kid's pant leg, it hissing at them when they shooed it off, "What's that?"

"This?" Y/n looked down at the goose, letting out a hiss in response to it honking at them, "It's a goose. And it won't leave me alone." They began frustration seeping through their voice, "Apparently it won't die, no matter how many times you push it into lava. So now I'm guessing it's some sort of immortal being that's come to spite me for my wrongdoings."

Y/n turned and climbed the ladder to the upper part of the house, the goose nestling down by the stairs, ruffling its feathers before it seemingly began to settle down.

"It's a soulmate goose."

Philza's head snapped around to face the voice, him calming once he realised that it was only Kristin. She made her way towards him, resting her hand gently on his shoulder, Phil leaning into the touch he could barely feel.

"The soulmate goose of enforcement only appears when there is an obstacle a soulmate pairing needs help to overcome," She continued walking over to pet the goose before it vanished, "It seems as if our little crow needs some help after all."

Upstairs, Y/n stared out of their window, watching the snow gently fall as they played with the three rings that were attached to a necklace around their neck. Each one with an engraving that referred to each counterpart in their past relationship.

"What do we do?" Y/n asked sitting down next to Quackity on the ground. The duck hybrid had finally stopped pacing and was now frustratedly pulling strands of grass from the ground before throwing them down, "How are we meant to find them?"

"I don't know," He began, "I don't know. I just- I keep thinking if we hadn't... You know... Then everything would be okay."

The two looked down at the ground, not noticing the goose begin to materialise in the distance. The silence between them was awkward. Neither of them knew how to continue and say what they wanted to.

"I came to apologise," Y/n spoke up, beginning to rip grass up from the ground. "I tried to come a month ago, but then there was a storm. But-"

"It would've still been too late," Quackity cut them off. Y/n looked up at him only to see him staring at the ground, refusing to look at them. "I left because I thought you weren't coming back, and then I had this idea-"

"What do you mean you thought I wasn't coming back? Quackity, I made a promise and so did you and the others! That we'd never walk away. Ever."

"Well, I'm sorry for thinking that then! It's just after the shit we both said I thought you were leaving this time for good! That you'd finally given up on us!"

"Can we not argue for once?"

"Oh, says you."

He stood up, taking a few steps backwards, before groaning in disdain.

"What now?"

"That fucking Goose is back!" Quackity sighed out, "I swear, it won't leave me alone."

"Okay, and what does that have to do with finding Karl and Sapnap?"

"I don't know okay! It's just this fucking thing won't leave me alone and keeps trying to drag me through nether portals." Quackity sighed, clearly frustrated.

"I'm sorry," he grumbled out, "I'm not good with emotions sometimes."

"I know," Y/n replied before standing up and taking Quackity's hands in theirs, rubbing their thumbs on the back of his palms when he didn't object or try to pull away. "You'd think the blaze hybrid would be the most hot-headed out of the four of us. Turns out, he's the least."

Quackity let out a small smile at their words before enveloping them in his arms, his wings fluttering and encasing the two of them.

“We still need to work stuff out,” Y/n said, voice slightly muffled, from where their head was buried in Quackity’s shirt.

“I know sweetheart, I know.”

Sapnap was outside.

And he was touching grass.

This wasn’t unusual for the blaze hybrid, him liking to sit in the flower fields surrounding his house.

When Karl choose the leave Cedar Rapids, Sapnap couldn't help but follow him, not wanting to lose the last of his partners, even though it felt as if he had already gone. Like Karl had slipped through his fingers and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He thinks that may be the reason why he subconsciously chose this place to live. The flower fields reminded him of the unproblematic childhood he had and the first home he knew.

The loud honk, which came from his left, startled him enough that he dropped the flower crown he was absentmindedly weaving, fire igniting around his horns. The amber flames swirled before dying down.

The goose waddled over to him, attempting to bite onto his sleeve and drag him. Sapnap attempted to swat him away only for the goose to hiss at him.

After a least a minute of this happening, Sapnap sighed at the animal before grabbing it over its wings and lifting it into his lap, the goose immediately settling down but now gnawing on his hand.

“Why do you have a Soulmate Goose?”

Sapnap didn't tear his eyes away from the creature that was nestled in his lap, it was still keen on trying to bite his fingers off.

“Nice to see you too Drista,” he said back, “What do you want?”

“To know why you have a soulmate goose? Duh?”

Spanap gave her a deadpan look, “Well I don’t know. Shouldn’t you know, aren’t you like a god or something?”

The teenager glared at him from where she was floating in the sky, “Just because you’re best friends with my brother doesn’t mean I like you.”

Sapnap rolled his eyes in response, returning to pet the animal in his lap, the softness of the feathers reminding him of the nights when Quackity would let them help preen his wings. The duck usually ends up curled up on his lap, his head on Sapnap’s chest listening to his heartbeat letting out soft chirps of appreciation. Sapnap's heart clenched at the memory.

The teenager let herself land on the ground, sitting down amongst the flowers as she stared to mess with the grass.

“My brother told me about them.”

“Who, Dream?”

“No, XD,” she glared back at him when he interrupted her, “He used to say that sometimes the humans would need help to be with their soulmate and that he and some of the other gods created this being that would help them, the people giving it its name.”

“The soulmate goose? Really?”

“That’s not its full name, idiot. It’s the Soulmate Goose of Enforcement,” Drista deadpanned. “Anyway, I wouldn’t have thought you would end up meeting it, you know. You get along so well with Karl, Quackity, and Y/n, therefore you wouldn’t- Oh.”

Sap looked down away from the teenager, returning to give the now quiet goose more pets.

“Yeah,” Sapnap whispered in response.

Feeling really awkward about the situation, the teenage god thought it would be best that she left, “I’m going to go and find Tommy, bye Snapchat!”

And with that, she teleported away leaving the blaze hybrid alone in the field.

Sapnap began to think about his choices again. About everything that had happened, about everything he didn’t say, about everything he could’ve, no should’ve done.

He knew he should’ve stepped in and stopped Y/n and Quackity from arguing. He knew he should’ve helped Karl more before he began to forget everything. He knew he should’ve helped himself, to stop himself from walking away from his home.

Yes, Kinoko Kingdom may be where he lived, it may be his, or partly his, but it wasn’t his home. Cedar Rapids was more his home, if anything, the Dream SMP was more of his home than this place.

His fiancées are his home, not here. Not anywhere else.

Not this place he ran to when he was scared. When he was terrified of losing the last person who meant something to him.

A few tears escaped his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away as the Goose in his lap let out another honk.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure started to approach him, coming to a stop a few feet in front of him, gentle cawing being heard a lot more.

“She was right you know,” The woman said, Sap looking up at the person standing in front of him, not recognising the figure. He tensed up, ready to fight the unknown person, but only if it came to it, "I didn't expect you four to have him."

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" he asked only for the woman to gently smile in response.

"I'm Kristin, Goddess of Death-"

"You're Y/n's mom," Sapnap interrupted.

"I am, amongst other things," Kristin sat down in front of the young adult, "It's nice to finally meet you Sapnap. Y/n talks about you quite a bit."

One of the few crows flying around came and hopped down on the ground between the two, dropping Kristin a shiny rock, letting the goddess pet them before flying off and joining the rest of its brethren.

"Sapnap," Kristin began, letting the blaze focus his attention back on her, "The best thing I could do is give you advice. Don't spend time dwelling on what needs to be done. Go, find Y/n and Quackity, and talk. If you keep bottling up your feelings, it's going to get you nowhere, and this guy here is just going to get more mad at the four of you for being idiots."

"They left," Sapnap replied, voice cracking slightly, "They left us-"

He tried to continue talking but sobs left his mouth as tears started to fall. His shoulders shook with each shuddering breath he took, his horns lighting with a dull blue fire once again.

Kristin shuffled forward, wrapping her arms around him, letting his head fall onto her shoulder as she ran a hand through his hair, comforting her almost son-in-law.

And as Sapnap let the tears fall from him and his emotions run, he knew he couldn't continue like this. He knew something had to change.

The rain was bad that night.

It didn't rain much in Las Nevadas, it being in a warmer part of the smp, but when it rained, it poured like hell.

It was mainly when thunderstorms would happen in the main part of the greater smp that the weather would really be affected. It was like a cycle. Heavy rain that would cause the river to rise where L'Manberg once stood meant that light showers would last an hour at most and thunderstorms would cause heavy rainfall that would soak anyone to the bone.

Quackity knew it was a bad storm because even Slime was holed up inside.

He had managed to zone out the sound of rain hitting the window, the continuous drone allowing him to block it out as inherent background noise. The occasional flashes of light caused his wings to twitch in anticipation.

There was something wrong.

Quackity didn't know what exactly. It was more of an inherent feeling creeping up behind him, causing the occasional shiver to run down his spine. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Slime was sat by the window, looking out across Las Nevadas. He personally likes the rain, just when it gets too heavy it affects his viscosity too much and throws him off. 'There's always the fountain', he thought, his fingers tracing the raindrops across the window.

Slime was following the raindrops as they fell, his finger reaching up to trace them before he remembered what his friend Quackity had told him the last time he did that.

Slime knew that he was a goopy guy but sometimes he would forget. He knew that he was bones or that he had to be but sometimes his brain didn't connect and say that to his goop. It was something he was working on because he had to seem like a human and that he had bones, even when it was a no-bones day.

Anyway, ignoring Slime's partial existential crisis, the goopy guy in a shirt and pants, and basically an identical outfit to his friend Quackity, he continued to stare out of the window before ultimately attempting to return to his previous task.

Quackity was not paying attention. The paperwork in front of him had been read at least twelve times but he still couldn't take the information in. Something was disrupting him and he couldn't work out what. It was an itch in the back of his mind, an annoying one at that.

He let out a sigh as he dropped the pen onto the table, leaning back against his chair and pushing himself away from his desk. He let out a puff of air, blowing the strands of hair out from in front of his eyes. Quackity really needed another haircut.

He stared up at the ceiling, his mind starting to wander.

How long was it going to take purpled to find Karl and Sapnap, surely not another week right? He couldn't keep living like this. In denial and regret, it was drowning him.

Even if the two decided they never wanted him again, then at least he would apologise to them. It was the least they deserved.

The shadowy figure in the distance continued to draw closer, forcing Quackity, who had unfortunately noticed its presence earlier but chose to ignore it, to rise up out of his seat and head towards the window. It was a person he was staring at, carrying a bundle of something in its arms, but for the life of him he couldn't work out who.

The rain was cascading down now, affecting his vision and the lights of his city did little to unmask them. His heart clenched at the sight of it; that same nagging feeling saying something was wrong hit him tenfold.

He turned to face Slime, having made up his mind he would go see if the masked figure was okay only for the doors behind him to be flung open.

It was Y/n soaked to the bone.

"Q," they began, terror etched onto their face. It made Quackity's feathers ruffle and stand on edge, wanting to wrap them in his arms and protect them from whatever they were afraid of.

"Q, it's Karl."

The fire flickered casting light across the room. It was the only source of warmth alongside the abundance of blankets piled across the four of them.

The bundle held in Quackity's arms was no stranger to him, the mop of brown hair that usually covered his forehead pushed to the side allowing the damp cloth to rest there and lower the Jacobs boy's raging fever.

The duck's instincts kicked in and the other two stepped aside to allow him to swaddle and care for Karl. They knew he was in safe hands and that Quackity was better at dealing with sick people.

Y/n had propped themselves against the wall, a blanket thrown over their shoulders and wrapped around them. The cloak they had donned earlier was in a pile alongside some of the other wet clothes of both Sap and Karl.

They looked down at the duo huddled on the floor, Quackity's wings furling around the star-eyed boy in a protective cocoon. Chirps left his mouth as he changed the water on the rag before smoothing it over the brunette's unconscious forehead.

There was no guarantee that he would wake up. Y/n could only pray that the gods of prime would help him. They couldn't lose him.

"What happens now?"

Both their own and Sapnaps heads snapped up to look at Quackity, he having the courage to break the scared silence that had overcome them all.

Y/n looked to Sapnap, the blazeborn looking worse for wear. It looked like he hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep in the past years, like he was soon to be death-walking. Just like Karl.

His shirt was clad against his chest, the white material somewhat see-through but now drying allowing them to see the runes that lined his body. He was hunched forward, his own blanket lying over his shoulders as his hands were clasped together in his lap.

Figuring that he wasn't going to speak up, Y/n pushed themselves off the wall and moved to sit between Sapnap's chair, and where the two were huddled together on the floor. They grabbed the blazeborn's hand in their own and placed their other upon Q's shoulder causing him to sway towards them slightly at the affection.

"We talk." They spoke out, the three awake sharing glances at each other.

A distant honk sounded as the goose settled itself into Slime's lap, the goopy guy petting the animal before it began to fade into dust, blowing away into the sky.

[the-phantom-author]

TPA's Ultimate Fic Recommendation Masterlist

*Some people/fandoms I don't read anymore so finding the fics I like from them are hard to find.

Social Media AU Recommended list

Callum "Calfreezy" Airey

Don’t You Go

HINT, HINT:

a fool for your stockings. ♡

Should've Picked You

Harry "W2S" Lewis

LABOUR

Telling:

Holiday PDA:

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 (𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧):

secrets - wroetoshaw imagine

Periods

Tory

When We Collide

Ethan "Behzinga" Payne

Again

They'll Have Me - Ethan Payne (Part One)

After Meeting A Little Early

Niko Omilana

Social Media AU

Wilbur Soot

We Could Build A Home (We Could Play Pretend)

Wilbur Soot masterlist

Wilbur Soot Masterlist

A Pretty Work Of Art

UNFINISHED SYMPHONIES: [TABLE OF CONTENTS]

Three Minutes

Smile Drop.

Bong Water

lunch on tommy but also tubbo but also wilbur but also you

Yours, Now, and Forever.

a real home (an ikea house set)

Pics people would post of you ; Wilbur edition

rivals with benefits!

Click

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔! - dream smp

and then there's you

Wilbur x reader with older older siblings

Oh, Death (It’s Way Too Wet On Your Cheeks To Be Nothing)

one last deep breath (as we turn towards the sun)

Every little thing reminds me of you

Ludwig

Ludwig rambling blurb

FLUFF ALPHABET [A, G, N]; LUDWIG

Affection

Shave

Subathon

Hasanabi

Genral Dating Headcanons

Shitcamp

Feels So Nice

I’ve Got The Patience (My Form Is Reckless)

Platonic fics

Linea to Live By (Suits)

Little Lady Blinder (Peaky Blinders)

Dream a Dream(Peaky Blinders)

A Very Peaky Christmas (Peaky Blinders)

Heartbeat (Peaky Blinders)

Have Mercy (Full House)

An Apple a Day (Star Trek)

James "Bucky" Barnes

Death Do Us Part

Harry Styles

“You woke me with your groanin’ and whatnot.”

Argument turns into injury

[calmthefuckdownalright]

Can I ask for headcannons for different versions of Wilbur x child reader where the reader notices wilbur is feeling sad and reader brings some of their favorite things to Wilbur. Like some of their favorite toys, their special blanket, and their favorite snacks. Reader brings them to Wilbur because, "These make me feel happy maybe it'll make you happy too!"

I cried. I'm crying. 😭😭😭

Warnings: Very Sad, death, general depressive themes, intense sibling fighting

ATTENTION ALL YOU WEIRDOS: THE BURSONAS WILL BE REFERRED TO AS THE READERS FATHER/ADOPTER IN THESE AND THAT IS ALL. BACK OFF FOUL DEMONS WITH YOUR PEDOPHILIA!!

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Simpbur/Dadbur

For a little backstory, your mother hadn't exactly been around. She died in other words and poor Wilbur never really learned to cope with that loss

He's a great dad to you and really tries his best. He can't afford you proper schooling so at the age of four you began your homeschool experience

Wilbur does anything for you. He watches movies and tucks you in. He kisses you goodnight and goodmorning. He watches video upon video of how to do this or that or make this or that just to see his little Star smiling

So, when your mother's anniversary comes along you hear Wilbur crying. He's trying to muffle it as it is indeed four in the morning, but everyone knows sometimes you just can't help it. You know how hard your father works, you know he's sad.

So what does Wilbur do for you when you're sad? He gives you your blanket or your favorite stuffed toy that's been washed too many times. He makes you a snack and hugs to close with apologies and answers to the universe.

"Daddy?"

"What is it my little Star? Why are you awake?"

"I heard you crying."

"Oh, I'm sorry little one. C'mon let's go back to bed."

"You're crying about Mama aren't you?"

Wilbur is gobsmacked you know what it was. He hardly notices the assorted things you carry.

"Yes, yes I'm crying about Mama. I miss her Little Star."

"I miss Mama too, so here. You always give me these things when I'm sad so maybe they'll help you too."

He cries harder at the thought and hugs you. You ask him why he's still crying and he responds.

"These are happy tears Little Star. You make me so happy."

C!L'manbur

Everyone gets stressed and everyone says and does things they don't mean.

You and Fundy never truly got along. He was older by a fair sum and you hardly a toddler during the times of the founding of L'manberg. Your Father, Wilbur Soot, was so passionate about the cause he was fighting for you were often left in the care of Tubbo.

One day you were finally able to spend time with your Dad and Fundy was there as well. You never understood why the fox man didn't like you. You never understood the cruelty he shot at you

You just knew every time he got away with it, Wilbur was there to patch the scraped knee and wipe the tears. The only toy you ever received was a little bear dressed in a L'manberg uniform with black buttons for eyes. Wilbur gave that too you

And you gave it to Wilbur the time that Fundy didn't get away with the harsh words.

"Why would you say that to them?! They're your sister/brother/sibling!"

"They're a child! They don't belong here! They're derailing our entire agenda!"

"Would you rather me send them with Tubbo to do his spy work?! Or perhaps Eret would like a bargaining chip!"

"That's not what I meant Wilbur!"

"Then stop being a prick to them! You're right, they're a child and I would rather them not be here to see this war but its the safest place for them right now!"

"What about the rest of us?! The rest of us who wish they weren't here at all to begin with!"

There's a crack of something and the voices stop. You heard heavy footsteps and a sniff. You heard a small pleading voice asking, apologizing.

Then the door slams and there are muffled tears. You gather Sir Poggers (the bear named by Tommy of course) and push open the door.

Wilbur doesn't seem to notice you and is indeed the one crying. His glasses swing from his fingers while his other hand presses against his eyes. He heaves and sobs and you nearly cry just watching.

You set the bear on Wilbur's knee and watch as he flinches and sniffs. He looks at you with bleary eyes and a runny nose.

"You gave me Sir Poggers when I fell and cried. I heard a noise so I think you fell, which is why you're crying."

Wilbur takes the bear and examines the button eyes loose from months of wear and tear.

"Yeah I did didn't I little Star. Thank you."

Wilbur hugs you and tells you a story about a salmon and a killer whale who met and fell in love.

Pogbur/Vilbur

(this HC follows the previous)

Wilbur never had a lot of time for you anymore which was fine. You were finally of age to be participating in the war effort just in time for your fathers nation to slip away.

Fundy tolerated you now but the two of you still didn't talk much. If at all.

You spent a lot of time with your Uncle Tonmy and Tubbo and Technoblade. You farmed and fought and quarreled. But you wanted your father

Wilbur still had Sir Poggers. You saw it on his makeshift desk when you got to visit him. It sat by a picture of a salmon you only assumed was Fundy's mother Sally. You had never asked who your mother was. She was never really in the picture.

"Hey Dad? Everything alright?"

"Y/N? What're you doing?"

No 'Little Star' or 'Starshine' in Pogtopia. Wilbur was flat with you. Scared even at times. You knew he was down two lives from the war. Schlatt influencing the second to fall.

"I came to ask a question, but if you're busy"

"No no, come sit. What's your question?"

"Who's my Mum?"

"Why do you want to know?"

This was a question that could go so many ways.

"Maybe I want to go visit her. Get to know the other half of my genetics."

"Live with her you mean?"

"Yeah maybe."

"What's wrong with Pogtopia?"

"It's dark Wilbur, and gloomy and you're not nice anymore."

"Y/N M/N Soot you will not be leaving Pogtopia to live with someone who didn't give a damn about your birth."

"Seems like I'm doing that anyway!"

Its still and quiet and deathly cold. Wilbur stares at you and tears slip from your eyes.

"You don't know how much I care about you Little Star, so you are going to take that back and go to your room right. The fuck. Now."

So you go but you don't take back your words. If there's one thing you got from Wilbur it was pride. Every word that leaves your mouth is purposeful whether to sting or poison completely.

You hear him yelling down the hall at someone, probably Tommy, and you flinch. You think of Sir Poggers and how it was so different when you were young and unscathed from violence. Before Wilbur went mad.

You looked to your sleeping area. The the bookshelf that held hardly any books. One stood out. One called Atlas Shrugged. You loved that book. You read it almost every year since Wilbur taught you to read.

You grab the colored paperback and leave you room. Wilbur is no where to be found so on his desk you leave a note with the book and Sir Poggers sitting close by.

'I'm sorry, I know you're stressed. Enjoy some quality time in the pages to unwind. Love you,

Starshine'

You went to sleep that night content with your good deed.

Ghostbur

(this HC follows the previous)

Ghostbur remembers you vividly. There are some dark spots but the more populated lighter ones are bright and joyful. They're his favorites.

He loves you, his little Starshine though not so little anymore. This makes him sad.

"Ghostbur, why are you crying?"

"You're so big now Starshine. I missed you."

Ghostbur is very emotional in general but when he realizes he hardly even remembers the last moments with you it makes him break down

"You grew up too fast. I-I don't remember seeing you get so tall."

"Ghostbur I'm still here. I'm right here."

You'd hug him and he hold you tight like he did when you were a child though he didn't truly remember that.

"I'm so sorry Starshine, I missed it all."

There wasn't much you could do for Ghostbur. Atlas Shrugged had been blown to hell and Sir Poggers was never found.

"You're here now, Ghostbur. That's all that matters."

You have to really assure him when he's upset, especially about you.

"Say, do you remember when I was real young? And we went crawfish hunting?"

Ghostbur didn't but it sounded like something that was fun and distracting. You lit up at the memory and he would beam.

"Y-yeah a little."

Instead of giving Ghostbur something you did something with him. You stood in the water and him on the sand. You turned over rock after rock and plucked little crawfish from their stones. Ghostbur smiled and no tears hissed against his skin.

Revivebur

(Warning: Mentions of Death)

Alivebur. Ghostbur. Dad.

Titles he didn't deserve anymore.

He was Revivebur. Changed and anew. A Phoenix from the ashes.

You were no longer Little Star. Nor Starshine. You were grown, and like Fundy, you were pissed.

"You think you can just come back into my life?"

Wilbur is hurt by your words. By your sharp tongue and burning gaze. This wasn't the child he raised.

"Please Y/N, give me another chance."

He begs and pleads. He gets on his knees and clasps his hands before you. Wilbur is pitiful as he grovels for your forgiveness.

His Little Starshine. His heavens and earth.

Poor Fundy...

"You leave them alone, Wil. You've skipped out on them same as you did me."

He's grown to pity you. Your brother via father is now on your side. He understands.

"Fundy please, I know I've done you both over but I'm begging you. Death changed me."

Wilbur's words do nothing. He's not the only one who has felt the bite of Death's cold sword.

"It changed us too."

You lost your first life in Wilbur's explosion. Your second as a bargaining chip for a disc. Tommy and Tubbo had taken it upon themselves to finish raising you but children are not exactly fit to raise an even younger child.

So, Fundy took the job and did great influencing his sibling's final years without Wilbur's input.

"Y/N, Starshine, you can't honestly believe I would abandon you."

"You did it to Brother."

"And that was a mistake I'll never stop regretting."

"Why should I trust you Wilbur?"

"I'm your Dad."

"Lot of good that did your head when you blew up the nation and got Grandad to kill ya didn't it? Lot of good that did when you left me and Funds to keep on after you was gone. Lot of good that does when I'm on my last leg without a notion if you're gonna blow me and my friends up again."

There are a lot of things said. A lot of teeth bared and a lot of shots fired.

You'll stand there in silence and tears will fall for what seems like the first time in years. Because it has been years. It's been years since Wilbur has held you or anyone has been there for you in only a Father can be there.

So, Wilbur hugs you. He pulls you close and you both fall to your knees. It's quiet and a streak of white tickles your neck.

You return the embrace and you both sit there.

Revivebur

(But it follows the request 🥲)

Revivebur adopted you from the streets of Las Nevadas the one time he was able to sneak in without Quackity immediately kicking him out.

You were a scruffy little kid and fought him tooth and nail on almost everything but he kept you. Wilbur kept you safe.

Tommy encouraged shenanigans and felt like a kid again, Wilbur could tell.

You learned how to cook burgers with him, and terrorized Ranboo to near quitting the business together.

"Fiesty one you got Wil."

Ranboo regarded you with caution.

"I know right?! They're incredible."

Wilbur did nothing but praise you. You were smart and quick. Your tongue sharper than his own and words became a weapon with your voice. Wilbur taught you how to phrase things.

He taught you to study and tip toe around sentences spoken to you. He taught you how to form your words around another's to get what you wanted.

Maybe not the best Father Child bonding activity, but its what he knew he couldn't screw up.

Wilbur was a good father to you. You loved him, you soon realized, and nothing could change that.

"See that Starshine? It's all about tone and staying cool."

One of Wilbur's arguments with Quackity had escalated and a crude punch or two had been thrown. Your father's eye was already beginning to bruise and although he attempted to hide it, you saw the tears threatening to slip past his mask.

"Why do you let him yell at you? Why don't we just leave Las Nevadas?"

"Because, Little Star, Big Q doesn't mean anything by what he says. He's just a little flustered is all."

Wilbur believes his words so you do as well.

"C'mon, lets so cook up some Fire Res."

Wilbur found potions to be a distraction. You liked to watch the liquids fizzle and boil and change as the properties mixed into the substances.

Wilbur's favorite was Invis. You liked Leaping. It made your chest feel light and with a good enough start and some slime you sneak from Quackity's reserve you feel like you're flying.

Quackity stopped by again.

"Keep your kid out of my supplies Wilbur, or were really going to have some issues."

"It's a few slime blocks Big Q, its not like they're taking diamonds."

"You haven't got a clue. Even dirt is essential to my place. Keep em out or I'll handle it myself."

There's clanking of bottles and a shattering sound. You don't hear the next words leaving your father's mouth.

"You touch Y/N and I'll burn that damn casino and everything and everyone inside it alive."

Wilbur's a man of his word and Quackity leaves.

That night Wilbur doesn't talk to you about the slime blocks but your promise yourself to put them back.

The next days are strange. Slimes, the humanoid ones that patrol the casino, stare at the van as you flip burgers. Some even dare venture through the forest and watch you from behind trees. Wilbur shoots fireworks at the walls each time he sees a green blobby man stop and look and personally hunts down any that get within a thirty block distance of the van.

Wilbur screams at the walls by night and send cigarette butts and fireworks flying at them by day. He curses at the guards and calls for Quackity to get his 'pervy green blobbed freaks' away from his side of the pond.

You hear him as you sleep. You hear him crying and your chest tightens.

"Leave Dad alone."

"Kid, you're the reason we have problems."

"Leave him alone and call off your creepy ass slime people."

"They're not creepy!"

"They're pretty creepy Q."

"Who are you to be making demands? Your what, 7?"

"11 and I've returned all your 'precious' slime blocks so either call off your crew or I'll use em to make my own blocks."

You record this conversation. Negotiation. And take it back to the van where you cook a bottle of Invis and Swiftness which you've just learned to make. You leave the items and recording where Wilbur will find them.

There's no shouting and crying that night. Quackity's slime people leave you alone and Wilbur does nothing but smile and recount the conversation back to you with funny voices and comedic gestures thrown in.

"You did so well Little Star."

Wilbur hugs you and everything's okay again.

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Okay...hm...Revivebur's first one isn't coherent with the request at all. BUT it's a good piece and I didn't want to delete it soooo....I'm really sorry.

Edit: I've just finished writing his second one and it doesn't really fit either but its still good...

I hope you like the others though!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Alis Volat Propriis (He Flies by His Own Wings)

by The_Plant_Messiah

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fandoms: DSMP - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

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

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

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

[your-local-biromantic-ace]

Hello if you are taking requests I loved your "It was never meant to be" imagine I love your writing style too. So I was gonna ask if you could do a part two where will and the reader are revived and the reader is just as evil as wilbur and dream (I'm a sucker for villain readers ok? Don't come at me pls-)

Hello, did you miss me?

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┊‧୨୧‧  Sbi x reader + the bench Trio [ Mainly the pov of Tommy]

┊‧୨୧‧  Angst

┊‧୨୧‧  Platonic

┊‧୨୧‧  pronouns of (y/n) - They/them

┊‧୨୧ TW - Mentions of death, graphic descriptions and thoughts of violence , character deaths

┊‧୨୧ some stuff - (y/n) is the reader (aka you) and (h/c) is their hair colour (aka your hair colour)

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‘:: Authors note ⇐Hello there! Thanks for the compliment (*>∇<)ﾉ !! Sorry for the late post, I absolutely love the idea! But I would be changing some stuff as of the reader is just as evil as Wilbur but not as much as dream. I am also not caught up with the streams so I changed some stuff. I hope you like it!! (≡^∇^≡) ‚

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It has been years since the destruction of L'manburg, years since the the death of the founder of the nation, years since the death of (y/n) . A lot has changed since then. The once L'manburg who stood proudly at its place after the incident again shattered to the ground but this time, it was permanent. The Dream who is the founder of the Dreamsmp , is now in prison for torture of minors , stealing many valuables and holding them as hostage . This is what the residents were being told on the news. While this is partly true, there are much worse things Dream has done. His original sentance was death by the hands of the victims who he had tortured, by the hands of Tommy as well deserved it was, bringing justice to the poor child, it was reduced to being in prison till death. Why? You may ask . It was for if Dream dies, then death will be permanent, no ghost of residents would anymore wander around the smp, if someone dies, they'll stay in afterlife, forever stuck in their own little limbo. Tommy didn't want that to happen, as much as he now hates Wilbur's tactics, he still missed his brother, he also liked Ghostbur's company, who was a much better company than Wilbur in Pogtopia. Hence decided to lock up dream for good. But with the recent visit to dream, Tommy now thinks other wise. Dream is now more of a menance to society than he ever already was. A more of a threat to Tommy. That sick bastard beat Tommy to death and then revived him. Three months in afterlife. Three months in that dark void. Three months in that dark, tight spaced, suffocating void . God knows if Tommy had spend and minute more with Dream in that prison what would've happened.

Tommy now stood in front of the prison, the place where he last died, the place where he was again revived. He stood there with Ghostbur and (y/n) , who was in his usual cheery self . Both had agreed to help Tommy in his plan. (Y/n) was more worried about Tommy after what had happened recently so they tagged along with the two. Before entering the prison, Tommy splashed a small bottle of invisibility potion on himself and (y/n) in order to not be seen and made sure that any weapons or other stuff weren't visible to naked eye. And with that the trio made their way inside the prison

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The process was going perfectly fine with Sam having no idea that there were two more uninvited guests who had different plans. The trio with Sam were now standing in front of the lava path, waiting for the lava to clear out enough for the visitors to be able to go through. Most of the lava was gone and there now stood the flying machine, ready to escort them to the prisoner, the founder of this prison himself, Dream. The trio stood on the flying machine, which was slowly taking them closer to Dream. Tommy's heart pounded, he was an inch close to killing Dream for good, he cannot mess this up, he has to stay still untill the lava blocked the view for other so that they don't notice him. There were to many factors that can fuck up, like the invisibility potion, but that would be rare, Tommy had made sure to eat some gapples so that the potion stays on longer he also made sure to splash on himself a potion of regeneration for just in case the plan fails and he gets killled instead. The Trio was now standing on the edge of the cell, Dream was now on the other side of the netherite block, just a block away from Tommy's sharp axe.

"STOP! "

Tommy was startled by the sudden shouting he turned around to the see the person who was shouting at them.

"STOPSTOPSTOP MOVING RIGHT NOW " Sam shouted, taking a trident out of his inventory .

"Who is that on your left Ghostbur?! " Sam sternly said.

Why was Sam all of a sudden telling Ghostbur to stop, did he notice something — Oh.

Tommy had taken his axe out too early.

There is no return now. And with that Tommy with full force, ran towards the netherite block and tried to lunged towards Dream . But his attempt failed, Dream had , in time ran towrds a corner of the cell. He was now far to reach.

Anger fueled inside of Tommy with all force he could still tried to hit Dream and screamed

" GET BACK HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! "

Dream just stood there at the corner, stood there with a smile , a taunting one. God how much it made his blood boil, if only he could stab that man countless times , chop his body into peices and then leave them in exile, the place where Tommy was tortured and manipulated for months, for the rats to eat . Tommy gritted his teeth as he swinged his axe some more

He was more frustrated than angry, all that effort, all that months of prior of planning all gone to waste, all because of a silly little mess up.

"Get back here before I kill you " San ordered, now tightly gripping his trident, ready to take action if his order was not followed.

Tommy stood there for a moment before finally giving up and returning to Sam on his was, he mumbled a small "Fuck you" to Sam.

Sam then handed a glass of milk , which Tommy drank , causing the potion effect to wear off and he was now visible to Sam and others.

"TOMMY?!! " Sam exclaimed.

"WHAT!? " Tommy hissed

The two argued back and forth, Dream sometimes joining in to say a word or two. The argument and the heated atmosphere was very distressing to the two ghosts, Ghostbur backed away till his back was now against the Netherite blocks, ge curled into a small ball with his hands on his ears, wanting the screaming to stop, meanwhile (y/n) was also scared and wanted to levitate to the other side and stop the argument but was scared of the lava . They just stood there as they watched the chaos of an argument unfold on the other side .

"WAIT (Y/N) IS THERE TOO!?? " Sam exclaimed , surprised that there was another one of uncalled guests . How did he know that they were there, (y/n) thought yo themselves . Uh oh (y/n)'s invisibility potion weared off.

"THIS IS THE REASON I DON'T LET YOU IN PRISON NOW GHOSTBUR AND (Y/N) IS STUCK OVER THERE"

"YA AND I'LL REVIEVE BOTH OF THEM IF YOU DON'T LET ME FREE" Dream finally shouted from the other side, seeing an opportunity to be freed from this hell of a prison.

Silence fell upon all of them .

The silence was agai soon replace by panic from both sides .

Both Ghosts now started to panic. None of them wanted to die to have their once alive self be back from death .

"To- TOMMYTOMMY YOU SAID IT WILL BE OKAY!! " Ghostbur was the one who broke the silence between the two.

"NONONONO KILL HIM SAM!!!! " Tommy also started to panic, now shouting at Sam to kill that bastard before he kills his loved ones.

The two again started to agrue, now blaming each other .

Dream was getting bored of their screaming matches so he soon grabbed (y/n) by the hair and pulled them towards him as close as he could get them.

(Y/n) screamed in pain, trying to free from Dreams grasp, on the other side, both Sam and Tommy started to panic but Sam refused to let Dream out.

Tommy now begged Sam to go get the two back before it's too late, but it was already late. Right before his eyes, he saw Dream snap (y/n)'s neck and they faded to dust. This cause more painc between the three.

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There was another screaming math between Tommy and Sam, Sam still refusing to get Ghostbur back .

Dream again, shot his last warning

"Listen IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT I'M GONNA REVIVE HIM "

Another moment of silent and again Tommy begging Sam to get Ghostbur out of there but Sam adamant on his decision. On the other hand, Ghostbur's panic ensues.

"TOMMY YOU SAID IT WAS GOING TO BE OKAY" Ghostbur sobbed, his hands now trembling, his eyes , glistening with tears, the tears transformed into smoke as they fell on his pale white skin, which caused more harm and pain to Ghostbur, and this forming more tears. He just wanted this to be over with , he didn't wish to die, all he wanted at this moment was to hug and cuddle friend.

"GHOSTBUR GHOSTBUR " TOMMY yelled from the other side, to get the attention of the ghost as soon as Ghostbur turned to face the blonds, Tommy facial features softened. He then softly but loud enough for the Ghost to hear, he said ,

" Count with me, Count with me "

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 "

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

Both of them counted and with that, Dream with all force he could, smashed a corner of the revival book at the back of the neck of Ghostbur's , causing Ghostbur to also fade into dust.

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"What did you do. "

Ranboo sternly said as they ran along side Tommy with Tubbo. Tommy was now sprinting over the glass case that covered the big crater. He had no time to speak, only mumbling the words "They're back " repeatedly. Both the beeduo did not understand what the case was, but they did somewhat have an idea that the mission had gone terribly wrong. The question 'who is back?' still remained within them and guess they would figure it out when they reach the place Tommy was going to.

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After some minutes of sprinting, they were finally there, in the middle of stone ruins, there laid a small stage, that stage was for when Ghostbur had decided that alivebur should come back to life, but it wasn't successful. That was an year ago and minds had changed since then. It was now Dawn. Tommy was now furiously searching around the area for something or someone . The duo just stood there, confused. Then, Ranboo pointed straight and questioned

" Wait, who is that? "

The clingyduo look at the direction the half enderman half ghast hybrid was pointing at and saw two figures at distance. Tommy's eyes widened at the scene, could it be them? Tommy slowly walked at the direction of the figures, nervously saying

" Wilbur? Y- (y/n)? "

The figures seemed to have heard him and looked at his direction, Tommy was now close enough for the three of them to somewhat clearly see each other's faces. It was infact (y/n) and Wilbur. Both of them seemed to have aged and now have a white stripe, similar to Tommy's who had gotten it after he was revived. The only difference was that (y/n) hair has a handful of white stripes spread all throughout their (h/c) colored hair while Wilbur and Tommy had one. The two newly revived siblings look at Tommy with a big toothy grin, though both of their emotions were different. (Y/n) smile was more of an happy and endearing smile while Wilbur's was more of a insane grin with a hint of endearment. Both said at once

" Hello, Did you miss me? "

" Awww Tommy hello, I'm back! "

"oh no... " Tommy wispered

"Hello again" Wilbur again spoke, while (y/n) gave a confused look back to Tommy.

The two of them felt numb but quite shocked and surprised.

" W- what happened, why are we here? " (Y/n) asked, their voice hoarse , not quite sure why, was it the previous last screaming as a ghost or was it that they were alive after years of being dead.

"You're in L'manburg" Tommy said, not quite pleased to have Wilbur revived . The two's eyes perked up and they quickly turned and wandered to take of look of their surroundings, then they saw the large crater which has replaced L'manburg. Both of them hissed at the sight in front of them. Wilbur looked back, surprised

" Wait, di— did I do this? " He spoke, his tone filled with shock. (Y/n) just looked at the crater with amusement, they had definitely missed a lot back when they were dead. The trio were now stepping on the glass, Wilbur exploring and kept looking at the crater, getting more amused second by second. (Y/n) wandered on their own, observing the crater, still very amused and amazed at the sight. Tommy just kept following Wilbur.

" Holy crap, we did a lot here (y/n)?! " Wilbur said as he looked at the direction of (y/n), excitement was filled in his voice? But this wasn't the time to know if his voice was filled with excitement or anger, what the fuck he meant by we and (y/n).

(Y/n) from a distance kept their eyes at the crater, thier lips forming a satisfied grin as they said back "yes Wil, we did do quite some damage here"

"You didn't do it , it was Dream and Technoblade" Tommy mumbled and of course it fell upon deaf ears.

"What the fuck do you mean by (y/n) !? " Tommy said , obviously shocked at the statement.

"Oh did you not— of course you didn't know, well Tommy, (y/n) was also a part in blowing up L'manburg "

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY WERE TEAMED WITH YOU TO BLOW UP L'MANBURG!?? " Tommy exclaimed, completely shocked by the news.

" Yes, Toms, I was a part of the plan, how do you think Wilbur, a one person can place so many stacks of tnt undereath the entirety of L'manburg over a span of few days " (Y/n) chimed in, as they walked beside Tommy and sat on top of a stone ruin, as they saw Tommy's reaction with amusement. Before continuing

" But it wasn't the part of the plan for me to die, I had originally planned to move in with Techno and Dadza after that , guess it was kinda my fault too to stand at the place of destruction.

The clingy duo were very much taken aback by this statement, what the hell did they just hear, THE (Y/n)? A kind soul that could never hurt a fly unless provoked. A traitor? Meanwhile , Wilbur now jumped in joy, the realization that he was alive finally hit him while (y/n) stayed calm, in the moment, they quite liked the genlte breeze hitting their skin. Wilvur then climed on top of a stone ruined to see the first sun rise after 13 years, both the revived duo were completely mesmerized by the moment, Wilbur express more excitement than (y/n), but (y/n) was equally very excited.

" This is MY sun rise! " Wilbur exclaimed, mesmerized by the moment while (y/n) giggled and said

" Oi dickhead this isn't only yours, share some with me "

Wilbur looked back, grinning , and he ruffled (y/n)'s hair .

While the two revived siblings were having their moment. At a distance, the clingy duo looked at them, shocked and were feeling very uneasy .

Oh the fun has just now started.

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‘:: Authors note ⇐ Hello again! I hope you liked it, it is not the best and I feel like I dragged it very much. Remember to drink some water, eat some snacks, relax and try to have a good sleep schedule, it's important and good for you and your body . Bu-bye~!! ‚

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[thefanficmonster]

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

Hell yeah you can! Hope you enjoy!

Sleepy Bois Inc & Sister!Reader (Female)

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

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Technoblade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wilbur Soot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tommyinnit

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna egg his house?“

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

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

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

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Philza

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

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

“Y/N!“

“What?!”

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

“Say no more!”

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

[sanderchu]

ok so what if y/n was wilbur’s younger sibling (or sister, it doesn’t matter much) and then they met tommy and they started dating, like how would wilbur react and stuff like that?

Overprotective Brother

Note: I see will as the overprotective type when it comes to his sibling dating no matter how well he knows that person he’s always protective about his sibling

Reader: Fem!reader

Brother Wilbur, s/o Tommy

- when he found out he just stared tommy down with the most intense glare

- Goes to all the dates even if you make him not go he’s watching from afar

- Tries to stand between you both as you walk

- Tommy goes to him for advice for you when something is up because will knows you the best

- Wilbur helps you to get ready for dates

- Tommy gets told rules by Wilbur when it comes to you like a whole dad

- Wilbur helps tommy know your likes and dislikes to give you the perfect date experience

- When Wilbur is not with you and your with tommy he’s always texting you to make sure your ok

- Actually really happy for you both but shows it in a protective way

- Let’s some things go and actually is really happy to see you both together

- Enjoys having recordings and photos of things to mess with you like your first kiss with tommy

- Sometimes ease drops on the conversations

- Helps tommy buy you gifts and little things you would like

- Wilbur actually helped tommy confess to you on stream

[prismasnotebook]

DSMP Big Brother HeadCanons

Includes: Sapnap, BBH, George, Philza

Sapnap:

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

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

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

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

BBH:

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

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

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

• Really does have only the best intent

George:

George is what I would call a traditional sibling

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

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

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

Philza:

Brother that’s more like a best friend

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

• feels bad if he ever hurts your feelings in anyway

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

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

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

• would never actually do it though

My Masterlist

[helliontherapscallion]

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

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

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

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

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

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

Word count: 4,818

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

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

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

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

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My back and the back of my head.”

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

“Sure, go ahead.”

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

“What, is it bad?”

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

“Damn.”

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

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

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

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, “when needed.”

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

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

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

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

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

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

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

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

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

“(Y/n), coat.”

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

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

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

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

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

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

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

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[embearsilly]

Hello! Call me Anarchy Anon! Take your time with this please. Can you maybe do a c! SBI + platonic husbands that are all exploring the nether and they find "The NetherVoid" Also find the "Quartress" Then Tommy drags Tubbo and Ranboo to the "Quartress" to steal stuff, but Blaze Empress reader caches them and about to send blaze guards, but Philza (first one to realize the trio was gone) stopped reader and reader recognized Phil [because he is a old and good friend of hers] {Season 4 Lore}

Don’t Steal From The Empress

Ooooooooh, this is such a cool idea! Also, hello new anon, could I have your pronouns please! I changed it up a bit. Hope its to your liking.

Pronouns - She/her

Warnings - slight explicit language, small mention of nsfw (just saying that someone got busy and nothing else)

The sickening humid air flowed around the crimson dimension. The heat is almost unbearable unless you are used to it.

Loud footsteps rang out around the blonde as he ran through the large nether fortress, two pairs following close behind.

“Tommy! Wait up!” The ram hybrid called after the blonde haired boy. Ranboo followed after the two, close behind his husband, Tubbo.

The blonde skillfully weaved around the monsters which roamed the hall of the fortress, the other two struggling to keep up.

After around a few minutes of non-stop running the blonde boy finally came to a halt. Tubbo was the first to reach Tommy while Ranboo was huffing and puffing behind them, trying to catch his breath.

“Tommy,” Tubbo paused, letting out a huge breath of air before he continued, “where are we going.”

The blonde gave the hybrid his signature innit grin before he began to speak, “Well yesterday I was exploring the nether void and was messing around when I found something that was almost as cool as a big man here.”

Tommy began to mine away at the ground when all of a sudden he dropped down into the abyss. Ranboo let out a gasp while Tubbo looked down the hole noticing the boy falling onto a white thing down below. Tubbo glanced at Ranboo before jumping in, Ranboo following after.

When they soon were greeted with a large white fortress which they fell on top of, no it was more castle than a fortress. It’s quartz walls stood around thirty blocks tall, a tower on each corner. In the center of it stood a large castle with towers on all corners of that as well. In front of them was a beautifully crafted bridge that hung over the lava.

The two husbands looked on in awe at the castle, I mean they had seen amazing builds before but nothing like this, it was marvelous.

“What, who's is it?” Questioned the enderman. Tommy shrugged his shoulders and continued down the path leading towards the kingdom.

Tubbo noted the two guards standing at the entrance of the large doors, they were tall and looked buff.

“Tommy don’t you think this might be a tad bit dangerous,” Ranboo’s  tail flicked from side to side as he continued, “I mean what if these people aren’t friendly, we might be killed.”

Tommy let out an annoyed huff, “Has that ever stopped me before?” he questioned.

“Look, I have a plan! We sneak in there, find some shiny things, borrow them and get out of there.” Tubbo raised a brow at the ‘borrow’ part.

“Are you going to be returning what you ‘borrowed’.” Tubbo air quoted when he spoke.

“No."

“Then that’s not borrowing. It’s stealing Tommy.” Tommy rolled his eyes and glanced at the guards.

“Look, I promise nothing bad is going to happen, okay? We get I and then we get out! kapeesh?”

Ranboo and Tubbo glanced at each other, going with what the other would say.

“Okay, we're in.” Tommy pumped his fist in the air. “Let’s goooooo.”

Tommy struggled against the grip of the guard, he was much shorter than them.

“Let go of us, and we won’t tell the great Technoblade about this!” The guard only let out a small chuckle as he led Tommy to a larger room.

Behind Tommy was Ranboo and Tubbo who were being forced to go the same way as he was going.

Ranboo was panicking, his heart beat picking up to high speeds. Tubbo placed his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder, “Everything is going to be okay."

They were led into a large room, which Ranboo believed to be the throne room possibly due to the large throne which stood at the end of the room.

As they made it down the hall Ranboo began to make out the person sitting on the throne.

She stood around nine feet tall, maybe taller than that. Around her were 3 pairs of arms on either side of her, they weren’t attached to her body which made Ranboo wonder how she could move them. Around her arms were the regular blaze rods which circled around her.

Her crown looked like antlers; it was a crimson red. She was a sight to behold. Her dress.

Standing beside her throne were two guards, the one on her right had their mouth gaped open and the one on her left had a smile on their face, they stood around 9 feet.

The woman narrowed her eyes when she spotted the boys coming down the hall, standing up to her full height. She was actually thirteen feet tall, making her tower over the enderman and the others.

When they finally came to a stop the four guards kneeled in front of the empress. She glared at the three boys before drifting over to them.

Ranboo stared in awe when he made eye contact with her, she snarled, "I didn’t think that the Ender King would send one of his own kin to die, oh wait I forgot he already did that to every single one of his subjects, now the only ones left live in the overworld and here in the nether. He was too greedy, he wanted every biome and dimension in his world, he instead fucked it all up and caused a mass extinction.” her voice echoed around them.

“You talk too much, woman.” She narrowed her eyes at the blonde and growled, “You were caught stealing, and I do not-"

“We weren’t stealing, we were just borrowing.” The Empress let out a thunderous laugh.

“A thief and a liar, now what I was about to say, thieves in my kingdom are given the penalty of death.” Ranboo’s heart stopped.

“Now how would-“ she was interrupted by a loud voice, “Y/n! Stop!” The empress lifted her head trying to locate the source of the voice, when she saw it.

“Philza Minecraft,” she called out, he flew down the hall and landed in front of her, bowing his head in respect.

Phil had been brewing some potions with Techno when he noticed something was off.

“Techno. Does something seem a tad bit off to you mate?” Techno paused for a moment before shaking his head no.

“I think today has turned out to be a good day though, its been a while since we’ve had one of those.” Phil nodded before returning to brewing.

All of a sudden he let out a loud gasp making the pigeon hybrid jump slightly.

“The boys!”

“Y/n L/n, s’been a while.” he let out a small chuckle. He glanced at the boys shooting them a ‘we’ll talk when we get home’ look.

“We can talk in a few moments. I'm in the middle of something if you can’t see.” she glanced back at the boys.

Phil put his hands up in front of him, “Yeah, I noticed, but I have to interrupt you with this. I can’t let you execute them,” he let out a loud huff, “they’re mine."

The empress raised a brow, “They are your kids, I would have never known, I mean the blonde here shows no manners, and is a liar. The next one here is a ram hybrid and the other an enderman hybrid.”

“Yes, yes I know. The blonde is my son, the other two are his friends.” She let out a small chuckle, “For a moment I thought you had a way with the ladies."

“I must apologize for the three of them, if you may spare them and punish them some other way.” She raised a brow and let out a sigh.

“As long as they return what they have stolen and apologize, I will give them no punishment.” The blonde cringed slightly at the thought of apologizing to her.

The other two apologized right away while it took Tommy a bit more to get himself to apologize.

“Thank you Y/n,” Phil dipped his head for her. “We will meet again soon.” she nods a goodbye before taking her place on her throne once more.

Once they had been escorted out of the kingdom Phil had smacked all three of them on the back of the head. “What were you idiots thinking.” he placed his hand on his head, “My god you three could’ve died if I didn’t show up.”

“We had it under control.” The blonde whined, “No we didn’t.” the other two said in unison."

“You guys are supposed to have my back on these kinds of things.” Tommy let out an annoyed huff.

Let's just say that they were all grounded.

[imaginemcyt]

sisterinnit!

cc!wilbur soot x tommy’s older sister

tw: language

note: this one uses specifically she/her pronouns, however, you can replace them with your pronouns. it won’t change the story at all. sorry that this is kinda shit but tumblr deleted my draft and i had to completely rewrite it so this is what i’ve got. hope you enjoy! <3

“y/n this is wilbur, wilbur this is y/n.” tommy gave the basic introductions with a bored look on his face.

“y/n simons, pleasure to meet you.”

“wilbur soot, the pleasure is all mine.”

as he shook your hand, you stared into each other’s eyes. he wore a small smile, that was almost a smirk. was it just you, or was there electricity when your hands touched? that had to be in your head, right? your gaze lingered on the other for perhaps a little too long before you let go of each other’s hands.

“now get out, y/n.” tommy pushed you towards the door.

•••

“y/n can you see wilbur out? i’m busy!”

wilbur looked at you with a smile, causing you to blush. you nodded and yelled back at your brother, “yeah!”

you led wilbur to the front door, opening it and stepping to the side. you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“it was nice meeting you, y/n.”

as you stuttered out a reply, he gave you that same almost-smirk and turned away, walking down your driveway.

•••

“what are you doing up?”

you jumped, not expecting to see someone in your kitchen at two am. then you remembered tommy had invited friends over.

“oh, it’s you. i… i can’t sleep. what are you still doing awake?”

you filled a glass up with water and began to drink it, putting it in the sink when you were done.

“tommy snores really loud.”

you both let out a light laugh at your younger brother’s expense.

“well, since we’re both awake, do you want to do something? we could watch friends? that’s all i was doing anyway.”

“that sounds great.”

you both made your way up the stairs and into your room. you sat on the bed and set up the laptop with the episode you were currently on. eventually you were laying down together watching joey do lunges in all of chandler’s clothes.

(like this ^^^)

you were about halfway through a second episode when tommy interrupted.

“what the hell are you guys doing?”

you both looked up at the tired gremlin child.

“watching friends.” wilbur gave him a cheeky smile.

•••

“hello?”

“oh! uh, hello…?”

“oh it’s you, wilbur!” you spoke over your brother’s headset while he was in the bathroom.

“y/n? hi! what are you doing?”

“well tommy’s in the toilet so i wanted to see who he was talking to. turns out it’s you!”

wilbur let out a chuckle. “it’s me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!”

“uh oh, gotta go!” you threw down the headset before running for your life.

•••

“y/n, hang out with us!”

you stopped at the doorway, looking back at the group of boys all sitting on the floor. jack manifold, tubbo, and wilbur all stared up at you.

“no, y/n, get out of my room.” tommy spoke from his spot on the bed.

“aww, why can’t she stay?”

“yeah, tommy, don’t be a dick, man.”

“y/n, stay!”

“no, y/n, leave.”

you looked nervous, being pulled in two different directions, before ultimately deciding that you had other things to do.

“sorry guys, i should probably go.”

a chorus of disappointed groans and “aww”s left the group before you waved and closed the door behind you.

you went back to your room, deciding to give your brother his space despite your loneliness and boredom. you knew you’d want the same from him.

you decided to mess around with your ukulele to pass the time. you played your favorite song, singing along quietly. it wasn’t long before a knock on the door made you stop.

“come in.”

the door opened and none other than wilbur soot popped his head in.

“hey.”

“hey. tommy asked me to tell you to shut up, but i think you sound lovely.”

you turned slightly pink. “oh, uh, thanks. tell tommy i’m sorry and i’ll keep it down.”

“no need, he’s a prick anyway.” he made his way to where you sat on the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“what are you playing?”

you smiled and told him about how it was your favorite song by your favorite artist and you loved how fun it was. he requested you play a little bit for him, so you did. when you were done, you started to talk about it a little more.

at least until you realized he wasn’t listening. he was staring at your lips, leaning in. you followed suit.

the door burst open, causing you two to spring apart.

“wilbur, what the hell is taking so long? and what are you two doing in here with the door closed?”

wilbur smiled at tommy. “playing music, of course.”

tommy gave a skeptical look, dragging wilbur out of the room with a “keep it down, y/n!”

wilbur stopped at the doorway. “by the way, i quite like hanging out with you, y/n.”

•••

“your hands are so tiny!”

“they are not,” you gasped. “your hands are just huge, probably because you’re a giant of a man.”

wilbur laughed. “put your hand up,” he instructed. he touched his to yours gently, showing off the size difference.

you both giggled before stopping and looking into each other’s eyes. he gave you a gentle smile and slipped his fingers in between yours, interlocking them and holding your hand in his larger one.

you looked back at him and smiled.

•••

you knocked on the door three times, and he answered not long after.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

“tommy thinks he left his sweater here and asked if i could drop by and pick it up on my way home.”

“oh yeah, one second.”

he disappeared for a moment before returning, holding your brother’s red hoodie. “here you go,” he said with a smile.

“thank you. sorry to bother you.”

“it’s no trouble. can i walk you home?”

you felt yourself heating up and smiled. “if you’d like.”

he nodded and grabbed his jacket. then you both started off toward the simons residence. you almost made it before it started raining.

it was light rain at first, so you carried on. however, it got heavier by the second, and pretty soon it was pouring on you two.

wilbur took off his jacket and held it above your heads. “we’re almost there, run!”

the two of you ran the rest of the way, only stopping once you got to your porch. you looked at each other for a moment, catching your breath. then you started laughing. you were both soaked and standing there like idiots, laughing at yourselves.

your laughter soon died down, and then you were just smiling at each other. he reached over to you and brushed a wet piece of hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

you weren’t stupid. you knew the look he was giving you was a lovestruck gaze, but you decided to play dumb.

“what?”

then finally it happened. after months of flirting and mutual pining, he closed the gap and kissed you. with his right hand on your face he crashed his lips to yours (a/n: that sounds violent but it’s not meant to be lol), pulling you closer with his left. you wrapped your arms around him, hands tangling in his hair.

passion mingled with desperation and you kissed long after you were breathless. you didn’t part until you heard a loud yell of disgust.

you instantly sprang apart with swollen lips and red faces.

“are you fucking kidding me? that’s my sister, man!” tommy yelled, glaring at wilbur.

he then looked to you. “and you, kissing my best mate?!”

you stood there shocked for a moment before coming to your senses.

“uhhh, I wasn’t kissing, were you kissing?” you said, turning to wilbur and praying to god he caught on to your obvious lie.

“no, i wasn’t kissing.” he shook his head.

“neither was i! see, no kissing here.”

“i’m not stupid,” said tommy, voice low and angry as opposed to the shock and disgust from before. “i saw everything.”

he then turned and walked away from the door, leaving you two alone again.

a moment of awkward silence passed. “i should probably… you know.” you said, pointing to the house.

“oh yeah, no, definitely.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“and look, i’m sorry if i ruined your friendship with tommy. i know you guys are close, and i hope he forgives you.”

he gave you a sad smile. “same here, love.” he then kissed your cheek and took off into the rain once more.

you went inside and tried fixing things with tommy, who refused to speak to you. after sitting outside his bedroom door for nearly an hour, you finally gave up and headed back into your room. you opened discord.

[your username]: tommy’s ignoring me. i’ve just sat outside his room for an hour and he refuses to talk to me.

WilburSoot: i’ll give it a go.

he did not speak to wilbur. tommy left him on read every time.

•••

tommy avoided you entirely for two weeks. he left the room if you walked in, and he wouldn’t speak to you at the dinner table. your mother was curious what was going on between you two, but neither of you would say anything about it.

finally, you’d had enough.

you asked your mother to call tommy out of his room, since he wouldn’t answer if you were to try. she did, just wanting you two to speak again. once he arrived in the living room, you jumped him. you grabbed him around the middle and threw him on the couch, planting yourself on top of him so he couldn’t run away. your mum left the room.

“hey, you asshole, get off of me!”

“no, tommy! enough is enough! you’re not leaving until you hear me out!”

“no, i don’t want to talk to you!”

“too bad because i’m not moving until you hear what i have to say! i don’t want us to keep avoiding each other like this.”

he went silent and thought about it for a moment, an angry and skeptical look on his face. “…fine. get it over with.”

you took a deep breath.

“tommy, you’re my little brother, and i love you. i’ll always love you, even when you hate me. just know that i never meant to hurt you or make you angry. however… you can’t tell me how to live my life, or who i can be with. i want to be with wilbur. i can’t help it, tommy, i love him. you can be happy for me or not, that’s your choice. but what isn’t your choice, is who i love.”

by the end of your speech, your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery. you got off of tommy and helped him sit up.

his face softened. “you… you love him?”

your tears ran down your cheeks. you nodded. “i do.”

tommy sighed before pulling you into a hug. it was rare for him to show affection, especially to you, but after everything that happened between the two of you, he felt it was important.

“i love you, y/n. you’re my sister, i could never hate you. i’m happy for you. but just know, best mate or not, i’ll castrate him if he makes you sad.”

you laughed, wiping away your tears.

“i should… probably speak with wilbur, yeah?”

you nodded. tommy stood and went back to his room. you followed not long after, and even though you knew it was frowned upon, you stopped to listen at his door.

“tommy, thank god you’re speaking to me. listen, man, i–”

“do you love her, wilbur?”

“what?”

“my sister. do you love her?”

“i– yeah. yeah, i do.”

“good. listen, all i want is for y/n to be happy. meaning if you make her cry, i’ll murder you.”

wilbur chuckled on the other line, making you smile.

“you won’t have to worry about that. i promise you i’ll take care of her.”

“just don’t make my sister cry and don’t be gross in front of me, alright big man?”

“you’ve got yourself a deal, tommyinnit.”

you smiled again before heading off in the direction of your room.