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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.

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⋆ 𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Pairing(s): Karl Jacobs x Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About: Your Tommy's older sister, his friends used to make fun of you for your appearance but you come back two years later hotter than ever and see someone new.

Word count: 914

I walk up to the door of my younger brothers friends house,Wilbur who I met in 2020 along with everyone else,I haven't seen any of them since then.To be honest a lot of them made fun of me for a bit then just started ignoring me.I knock on the door as Tommy catches up to me.I hear footsteps coming towards the door.The door opens,Wilbur stood there and you make eye contact with him

"Who's this you brought with you Tom?"Wilbur asks the 17yr old.I roll my eyes.Does he seriously not remember me

"Aww come one Wilby,you've got to remember Y/n Simons"I say,sarcasam dripping in your voice.It takes a moment for him to process what I just said

"Wait Y/n Simons,you can't be"Wilbur says,shocked.I look at Tom then back at Wilbur

"Well I mean the last time you saw me I was 18 now I'm about 21"I tell him

"Yeah I guess so,come on in you guys"Wilbur says moving to the side to let us in.

When we made it to the living room,I saw people I hadn't seen since I was 18.Quackity,George,Sapnap,Dream,Tubbo,Ranboo,James,Ash,Niki,Minx and so many others look your way and stare in shock,they immediately recognise you.Then I spot an unknown boy,he had brown fluffy hair and bluey grey eyes.

"Who's that"You heard the brown hair boy ask.

"That's Y/n Simons,Tommy's 20yr old sister"Wilbur says,still shocked of how much she grew up in like the 2 years he hasn't seen her.

"She's beautiful"The brown boy says,his eyes glued to you

You start mingling around and catching up with everyone,then you run into the brown hair boy that you had spotted earlier

"Oh I'm so sorry"I say,hoping I didn't spill my drink on him.

"Oh no,no need to apologise,I wasn't looking where I was going.I'm Karl"He says

"I'm Y/n,Tommy's older sister"I say sticking out my hand,he shakes it

"Wanna get another drink"He asks,somewhat nervously.

"Sure Karl"I smile,walking with him to the kitchen where all the drinks were.

After that party,Karl and I kept in touch as he was heading back for America.I was going to miss him,afterall we became close after the party,just hanging out before he left.We had a lot in common then we thought.I was on Vc with Tommy,George,Wilbur,Karl and Dream just talking about random stuff and lore

"You can clearly tell...who the attractive sibling is"I say confidently.Dream starts laughing at my boldness

"Its me bitch"I yell to Tommy's room,even though we are on call together.

"We sure can"Wilbur tells us

"Well it's obviously me"Tommy says,in a matter of fact tone

"Uh yeah sure Tommy"George responds

I get a discord messgae from Karl

Your definitely the attractive sibling

I smile at the message from him.

"What's got you all smiley"Tommy asks,you look up at the camera

"Nothing,just in a good mood"I tell him

Later on that night,I stayed on call with Karl after everyone left.You were just chatting about TV shows.

"Karl,what if I come to America,so we can see each other again"I suggest

"That would be pretty awesome"He says,kinda spaced out

"I'm gonna do it"I say sitting up and heading to my computer

"Wait actual?"Karl asks,confused

"Yep,I'm purchasing tickets right now"I tell him,I look to my phone and see him smiling widely at me.

"Done,see you tomorrow Karl"I tell him,Karl smiles wider then before

"I've got nothing to do,I'll come pick you up"He tells me

"Sound great"I say,we sit in comfortable silence,me slowly drifting off to sleep before my flight later on.Karl was sitting his living room watching the Tv.You wake up at 4am ready for your flight at 5:30.You get ready pack for like a week then head downstairs.Make sure stuff was tidy before leaving my lonely apartment in Brighton.I went down into the garage below the apartments and went to my car and chuck my suitcase in the backseat.

After about a 15 minute drive,I make it the airport where I check in,print my ticket.Then went through security,I pulled the stuff I needed to out before making my way through the metal detecter.I then go into the food court and grab a couple of hash browns from the Mcdonalds near by then head to my gate with 30 minutes to spare.Soon enough they started boarding.

"Have a nice flight Miss.Simons"The attandent says as he scanned my ticket.I walk past and into my seat,which was a window seat.I look at some of the view for about 2 hours then decide to take a nap for a bit.When I awoke,the plane was getting ready to land.It was 4am and Karl was still happy to pick me up.I texted Karl saying I've landed as I exited the plane and went into the main part of the airport,then the entrance.

"Wait Holy shit"I say,taking in the new environment.

"I wonder if he's here yet"I mumbled,I look around the airport,looking for him.I saw him and smiled,he mad eye contact with me and smiled,I start running towards him then jump onto him,he catches me and holds me tight to him.We slowly pull apart from our hug,happy to see each other.Then my phone goes off

"Oh no,it's Tommy"I say,answering the phone

"What's up little bro"I ask the almost 18yr old

"Where are you?"He questions me

"Would you believe me if I said the shops?"I ask

"No,try again,where are you?"He intogates

"North Carolina"I semi mumbled into the phone but he caught it

"Your in America right now"Tommy exclaims

"Yes Tommy,that's where North Carolina is"I say sarcastically.I continue to talk back and forth between Tommy and I until I hung up.I look at Karl,he then picks me up and hugs me again.I smile again at the gesture when we pull away,he unexpecting kissed me but it felt right,I kissed him back,those small sparks people say happen when you kiss,the person for you.This is perfect

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp x reader #justdsmp1 works #mcyt x reader #mcyt #tommyinnit #mcyt x you #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs fanfic

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serotonincemetery · 1 year

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Platonic!SBI + Reader

Sooo I had an idea, so this is kinda like an avian au where everyone is a birb like Phil. This will also be like a GN reader and can really be any because its They/Them! most of the next oneshots will either be Male or Non Binary, I don't really feel comfortable writing female readers that much anymore.

Techno: 17

You and Wilbur: 16

Tommy: 11

TW// Blood, mutilation, knives, needles, mention of vomiting, angst.

Anyways, this is fluffy in the beginning, then angsty, and maybe fluffy at the end, I haven't decided yet. Enjoy being apart of SBI!!

Edit: Its fluffy at the end!

You hadn't been the best at flying, being Wilbur's twin, Tommy's older sibling, and Techno's younger sibling, you had a lot of responsibility, you were really the only one with rational thinking unlike the rest of your brothers. But due to the fact that you had to look after them most of the time, it didn't give you time to yourself.

Plus with Tommy as the youngest, Philza gave him all the attention he wanted and needed. You as one of the middle's with not much about you unlike your brothers, (and being the only sibling with almost complete independence) Phil didn't really think you needed his attention all the time.

Which in this case, his attention was needed, because you couldn't fly, but besides from you preferring to stay on the ground, you'd never learnt how to fly and properly use your wings.

"Phiiilllll" You drawled out as you stumbled down the stairs and landed on the floor and shuffled into the kitchen to see Phil cooking breakfast.

"What's up, [Y/N]?" He asked as he turned to you while setting the spatula down.

"When are we going into town?" You ask.

"Probably at noon? Why?" He quizzed you.

"I just wanna go out, I feel confined and I wanna go buy you, Wil, Techno, and Tommy something." You said with a grin.

"Alright, how about you go wake the boys up, and we will have breakfast, get ready, and then we will go out earlier?" He compromised.

"Bet!" You said with a large grin, you turned heel and bolted up the stairs and into Tommy's room. "Get up, Tiny!" You said as you quickly grabbed the pillow from under his head and hit him with it.

It gave you a lot of satisfaction when you saw him trying to avoid the hits with the pillow. You threw the pillow at him and ran back to yours and your twin's room. You glanced at Wilbur and yanked the blanket off him and started singing some of the sheet music you of his you had read off-key.

"You need to lower your voice a bit to get the right pitch." He mumbled.

"You need to get up! If we eat breakfast really fast we get to go into town!" You said while grabbing his leg and pulling Wil out of bed.

You drop his leg and run out of the room and went to Techno's room and gently knocked and opened the door slowly. He was already awake and sitting at his desk running his hand through his hair. He seemed to notice your presence because he leaned back in his chair and looked at you. "Mornin'" He drawled.

"Morning Techno!" You said happily. "Come downstairs for breakfast when you're ready because we are gonna be going into town!"

" 'lright" Techno said as he turned back to his desk and took out a new piece of parchment and scribbled down a few words. "I'll be down in a few, lemme finish this letter and I'll see ya down there." Techno said quietly.

It gave you an off feeling but you thought you were being paranoid. You then smiled. "Alright, see you soon!" And with that you went back downstairs to see Wilbur and Tommy complaining about something along the lines of bananas.

You shuffled over to your regular seat at the table and sat down. A few moments later Phil came over with plates of food and set them down, Techno followed soon after from down the stairs.

The next half hour was filled with chatter amongst the five of you about the day ahead and plans for the weekend. Phil was gonna be going out for a day or so, Wil was heading into town to preform his music, Tommy was gonna go hang out with a few of his friends, Jack, Niki, Tubbo and some kid he calls Quackity, but his name's Alex. And finally, you and Techno were planning to do some exploring in the woods past the town.

After breakfast was over with everyone got dressed properly. And was getting ready to head into town. You had gotten dressed in [Outfit if your choice, if you wanna, comment! I wanna see what you peeps come up with!] and grabbed your pouch of gold and your bag. You put the pouch in the bag and slung it over your shoulder.

You walked downstairs and pulled your [Shoes/boots, etc.] on and stood outside and waited. As you waited, Wilbur and Techno came out to wait as well. "Tommy's being stubborn." Wil laughed." He wants to wear his cloak and paper crown to match Techno."

"Rightfully so. I'm awesome, if I do say so myself." Techno said with a chuckle.

When Tommy and Phil came out finally, Tommy was wearing one of his green t-shirts and paper crown. You smiled and watched as Tommy waddled out of the house, with Phil following behind him.

You smiled and ran over to your horse. You quickly fastened the saddle on him and placed your foot in the stirrup and pulled yourself up. "Come on buddy, lets go." You say as you gently put your heel in his side.

You watched as your brothers and father unfolded their wings and you watched as they flapped them enough until they were off the ground. You watched as Phil helped Tommy into the air, you remembered Phil was teaching you to fly. He stopped after Tommy came into the picture, he became solely focused on Tommy and you were pushed to the back of the photo.

You frowned as you rode your horse on the trail through the woods to the village.

When you all had gotten there and landed, you separated from the group to go and buy a few things. You went over to a crystal kiosk that was in the middle of the town with a bunch of other stalls. You found a small box of amethysts and picked out a few. They represented your family, the biggest for Phil, as he is the oldest and your father, the second largest for Techno, you had found two that looked almost identical, so those were for you and Wilbur, and a smaller one for Tommy, as he is the youngest.

You brought them to the man who ran the stall. He had a huge handlebar moustache and wore a cowboy hat. "Hi, how are you?" He asked politely.

"I'm doing alright, thanks. How about you?" You asked.

"I'm doing okay, did you find everything you were looking for?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah I did! I am buying five amethysts." You said as you placed them down in front of him. "I'm buying them for my dad and brothers." You smiled.

"Ain't that just sweet." He awed. "Well, since you are so well-mannered, I'll cut a few gold off." He smiled. "That will be 7 gold." He said as you pulled out your gold pouch. You reached in and grasped 7 gold coins and placed them on the counter. The man smiled and grabbed them and placed them in a box under the counter. "If you ever need anything I live down the pathway, take your first left and 4 cottages down." He said kindly.

"Thank you! And I'll remember that." You said as you grabbed the five crystals. "Have a good day sir!" You said as you turned around, ruffled your nearly useless wings and waved.

"You as well, see ya later birdy." He chuckled and looked away cheerfully.

You walked away and rejoined with the rest of your family, feeling eyes on you. You stopped for a moment to look around. You frowned and turned back to your family and walked with them.

Everyone had gone home, they flew while you rode your horse, but you still felt eyes on you, it was a feeling you couldn't shake. You made it home, after everyone was in the house. You tied your horse up outside and walked outside the house. You sat down facing towards the house as the sun was going down and enjoyed the brisk breeze.

As the wind was blowing in your ears you failed to hear the two set of footsteps behind you, creeping up closer and before you could react, someone put your in a headlock and covered your mouth with a rag while another man held a syringe and quickly jabbed it into your arm and pushed whatever was in the needle into your arm.

You felt your mind go hazy as your body went limp and you felt exhausted. You felt every poke and prod at your wings and when it came time for them brandish a knife, you couldn't move nor speak. You tried to move your muscles, anything. You struggles were in vain as you had barely muttered your father's name and the two men laughed.

They dragged your body further from the house, just into the tree line and in the bushed where unknowing to you, is where you would spend the next 6 hours.

You felt the cold metal against your wings and felt the sharp pain that followed as they began to basically saw your right wing off after they had pushed you to the ground and kept a knee on the base of your neck.

Every jagged cut on each wing, you could feel it. Every turn of the knife, every movement. You could feel it all but all you could do is lie there muttering your dad's name and cry.

You didn't understand how they couldn't hear anything going on. Or any of them wondering where you went. Did they care at all? You cried harder as your eyes stung from the tears that welled up at the corners of your eyes.

As you had just went to try and move again, there was a soft thud. "One down. One to go."

You felt as the knife and calloused hands gripped your other wing and started cutting. Feeling the tendons split as your back started to ache even more, the blood running down your ribs and down the small of your back and pooling there.

You whined Wil's name before crashing and your head became too much and your vision was enclosed in darkness.

You woke up, feeling someone or something warm. They were carrying you with one arm under your legs and one around your back. It seemed to be placed very strategically so it wasn't even anywhere near your wings.

You tried to speak but it came out as a cough. You opened your tired eyes and looked at who it was, and it was the man with the handlebar moustache from before. "I'm bringin' you home, don't worry." He sighed.

You barely nodded and slumped down, watching as this man was still walking out of the woods? Did those men drag you further into the trees than before?

You watched hazily as your family's house came into view. You saw your horse and Tommy's little family of raccoons scuttling away as the man with the moustache carried you up the stairs and kicked the door to try and get their attention.

You quickly heard footsteps run to the door and heard the lock click as the door was swung open. You saw Tommy's face contort into something horrified. "[Y/N]!" He exclaimed as he went to hug you. You gasped as his arm ran across what was your wings, which is now two bloody stumps. You jolted away and let out a cry of pain.

"Where's your father?" Moustache man asked.

"Who are you?!" Tommy shouted, trying to seem confident and intimidating.

"I'm Cormac, I was talking with [Y/N] yesterday at the market and I found them while I was walking to my daughter's house." Cormac explained. "Now where is your father?" He asked hurriedly.

"Dad, Techno, and Wil went searching for [Y/N] hours ago." Tommy sniffed.

"Go find them, I'll get [Y/N] inside and get them to lay down." Cormac muttered as he passed Tommy. "Go." He ordered and Tommy quickly ran and took flight to go search and bring back his father and brothers.

Cormac quickly shuffled over to the couch and placed you down on your stomach and rushed to the bathroom to search for a medical kit. He soon found one and made it back to you and saw you crying while clutching a pillow between your arms with your feet tucked up closer to you.

"It hurts." You cried.

"I know, I know, but we'll get you fixed up, and you'll be fine." His voice wavered. "Okay birdy? You'll be okay."

"W-Wheres dad?" You asked, fresh tears falling from your eyes.

"I don't know but he'll be here soon-" Cormac paused at the front door, which had swung open quickly and emeged from the outside was Tommy pulling on Phil's sleeve with tears running down his face while Techno and Wilbur followed behind quickly.

When Techno saw the stranger in his house he quickly drew a sword. "Stop!" Tommy shouted as he gripped Techno's arm. "He brought them here! He saved them!"

Phil rushed over to you and looked at the two bloody stumps where your wings once were. "Dad," you cried. "Will they grow back?" You sniffed.

"I'm sorry kiddo. I don't think so." He muttered. You muffled a cry as you buried your head in the pillow. "We'll bring you upstairs where you can lay out more and we'll have more space." He said shakily as he picked you up and brought you upstairs. You watched as Tommy clung to Techno and Wilbur had an empty look that was fixated on you.

Wilbur followed quickly into your room and they set you down. Cormac was talking to Phil and soon enough, Phil dismissed him. Cormac walked past Wilbur and stopped beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "The best you can do is be there for them." He said before patting his shoulder and walked out.

"Wil.." You muttered while glancing at him. His vision snapped over to you. You weakly patted the bed beside you as Phil was running in and out of the room to make a potion and get the wound cleaned up.

Wilbur walked over to you and sat down, you weakly pulled him down and laid your head on his arm and cried softly. "I'm sorry." Wilbur muttered.

"Shut up." You said softly. "Not your fault"

"I didn't pay attention to you and even when you didn't come into the house. I should've payed attention." Wilbur explained.

"I'll be fine. Be quiet and relax." You mumbled as you drifted off in pain.

Within the next few weeks you had barely left your room, due to the fact that you had no balance anymore without your wings, and the back pain you felt constantly didn't let you go that far. Tommy and Wilbur were at your side at all times. One night in particular Wil and Tommy fell asleep in your and Wil's shared room. Phil had came in to check in on all of you.

"Hey [Y/N].." He sighed. "How are you doing?"

"Alright I guess. It still hurts." You frown.

"You'll feel better soon." Phil said softly.

"It's not just that, dadza.. It's also in here." You sighed as you gently knocked on the side of your head.

"How so?" He asked.

"Why did you forget about me when Tommy was born?" You asked.

"What?" He asked.

"When Tommy was born, you were teaching me to fly because most of my primary feathers had grown out. But when he was born, you stopped and basically forgot about me." You looked down and fumbled with your hands

Phil seemed speechless. He hadn't realized it at all. He had neglected you completely. "I-" Phil didn't know how to respond.

"Was I really that hard to teach that you drop me the moment someone else comes into the picture?" You asked while looking up at him.

"No. No not at all!" He reassured. "I won't deny the fact that I forgot about you. I'm sorry." Phil mumbled. "I am so sorry. I honestly didn't realize it at first and thought that the reason you didn't fly was because you didn't like to or you didn't want to be defined by your wings." Phil looked down and sighed.

You spoke up. "You always treated the others more like family than you do me, dad. You talk with them just fine but when you talk to me, you seem to be stepping on eggshells and trying not to say something." You pause. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" You ask

Phil shook his head. "I've told you everything."

"Well. I think then, once I'm healed up, Phil, I'm gonna move out. I have a few friends that I can live with." You sigh, letting your tears build up. "I'm sorry."

A few weeks later after you had the strength to move, you started packing your things. Everyone was trying to convince you not to leave. But you had your mind set on other things.

Soon enough you had all your clothes packed, and a few trinkets. You found a small box, made of wood, the hinges were rusted. You flipped the lock open and pushed the top off. Inside were the crystals you had bought over a month ago. You smiled softly, you closed the box and held the box in your hands as you took the last trunk with your things in it outside to the cart fastened to your horse.

You placed the trunk on the last free space on the bottom of the cart and fastened it into place. Everyone came outside and stood there.

"I'm gonna miss you [Y/N]" Tommy said as he ran towards you and hugged you. You quickly returned the hug.

"I'll miss you too Toms, but I need a change of scenery." You said softly and pulled away. You crouched down to his height and opened the box. You pulled out the smallest crystal and handed it to him with a smile.

Tommy's face lit up and grabbed the crystal.

"What did you buy for us?" Techno asked.

"I bought a bundle of amethysts I had bought when we went into the village over a month ago, before.." You paused. "Anyways, I bought these from Cormac." You said as you fished out each crystal as you stood and patted Tommy's back and walked towards your brothers and father.

You placed the biggest crystal in Phil's hands. And gave him a hug. "I forgive you." You muttered. Phil quickly wrapped his arms around you. You felt his tears seep onto your shirt. "Here, Wil, Techno, the smaller one of the two is Wil's because I have one thats almost the exact same. And the bigger one is yours Techno because your our big brother." You smiled as you reached your hand out to hand them the crystals.

They take them and join the hug. So does Tommy. "Gonna miss you, nerd." Techno chuckled.

"Me too." Wil mutters.

"I'll miss all of you guys." You said. "But I'll come visit, after all, Wil? I think you know my new room mate." You say as you pull away from everyone.

"Who is it?" Phil asks.

You get on your horse and smile, while putting the box in a satchel. "Do you remember Niki?"

#sbi au #sbi #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp #philza #philza + reader #platonic #technoblade + reader #tommy + reader #Wilbur + reader #x reader #serotonin.writes #fanfic #fanfiction

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cant-see-sam · 2 years

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“I’m not going anywhere.”

Wilbur Soot x Reader

Narnia AU

She/They pronouns used

Author’s notes: Okay I’m not gonna lie when I said this took a while. I have a shit attention span so yeah. I wrote this for @lyssys’s birthday. Happy birthday to my favorite big sister. Sadly I won’t be here to celebrate, as I’m going to a camp tomorrow so I hope part 1 of this will suffice for now. I’ll come back with part 2 when I get back :) Enjoy!

Okay, okay, (Y/N) won’t be the first to admit that exploring abandoned places wasn’t good, but come on, the old mansion down the street was cool.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. The foyer was large, with winding old stairs that led up to a balcony on the second floor. Oak hallways and grand carpets lined the upstairs. Tattered curtains almost waltzed along their windows as the girl walked by. The sun had just gone down, so (Y/N) had to resort to using their phone light as a light.

The rooms were beautiful. An office with an old pen sitting in a dried up inkpot, bedrooms with the windows shattered from kids throwing stones. They told a story.

“Wilbur come on! This place is huge!” A blond boy raced in front of his brother. He was about eleven, and had the maturity of someone twice as old. Sometimes. He dropped a leather suitcase on a bed, “This one’s mine!”

A brown haired boy, Wilbur, sighed in only the way that older siblings tend to do, “Tom’s, quiet down, we can’t upset the professer.” Wilbur set his corresponding bags on another bed on the other side of the room.

“But Wil this is fucking sick!” Tommy ran out of the room.

Wilbur raced after him, “Language- wait up!” The boys came to a sudden stop as the younger paused in a room. It was mostly empty, with a single wardrobe half covered in a sheet.

Wilbur grabbed his brother’s shoulder, “Tommy we shouldn’t be here.” Wil was creeped out to say the least. It felt like someone was there with them. He looked around once more. Nothing.

“Oh shut up. You’ve been paranoid since father left,” The older boy’s face fell, “The war will be over soon, he’ll come back to get us.”

(Y/N) paused. Something felt off. They turned off their phone. Sure enough, small voices came from a room down the hall.

“..Huge…. Professor…. Sick!..”

The voices moved to the room next to her.

“We shouldn’t be here…. You’re just paranoid…”

Carefully, as not to disturb anyone, (Y/N) opened the door. Nobody. That’s not creepy. At all. Inside there was what looked to be a closet? No. That was a wardrobe or whatever her grandma called it.

In her shock, (Y/N) dropped her phone. They winced as it crashed to the ground. After a small struggle to pick it up the girl looked up, and the wardrobe was open,“What in the-”

“-Hell?” A loud noise echoed through the small room. It must have spooked Tommy because next thing Wilbur knew, he was being dragged into a mass of fur coats.

It seemed as if the wardrobe went on forever. The brothers wandered to the back of the closet, which never seemed to come.

Suddenly, as quickly as it came, the warmth of the coats dissapated as Wilbur fell into a mass of snow.

“Ow-” Tommy groaned from beside him.

Wilbur heard a yelp come from infront of him.

(Y/N) was curious, don’t judge, but this is the weirdest thing they have ever seen. The grandma closet went back for what seemed like forever.

She sneezed once again from the dust, and of course the moment they closed their eyes they were spit out into cold. A loud ‘oof’ rang out from under her along with a rough shove that knocked her into snow.

“Wilbur don’t be a dick to the pretty lady!” Some kid’s shrill voice rang out, “Hello pretty lady.”

“Tommy!” ‘Wilbur’ reprimanded. Wilbur was handsome, with dark hair and darker eyes. Exactly the opposite to what ( (Y/N) assumed) was his brother, who looked more childish with his bright blue eyes and golden hair. They had the same nose, along with similar face shape and despite looking as different as the sun and the moon, they looked so similar.

Tommy ignored his brother’s words and stood up to brush snow off his pants. The better look that (Y/N) got at the boys, the more the resized how odd they looked. They looked like they were straight out of the 1940’s movies that her grandparents made her watch.

“Why are you dressed like old men?” (Y/N) laughed, “What is it? The forties?”

Wilbur looked at her, confused, “What else would it be?”

“I’m sorry. What?”

“As a matter of fact, what are you wearing?” The blonde boy butted in while crossing his arms.

“Tommy, don't be rude.” Wilbur scolded. Again.

“You were the one who pushed her off of you I just-“

“Her? My name is (Y/N) you know!”

“Excuse me?” A fourth voice interrupted. The trio looked over, only to be met face to face with a small boy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes to complement. Freckles dotted his face and arms, he wore a scarf with a thick jacket. He seemed normal, except for a pair of furry legs. They were stubby things, with hooves poking out of the bottom.

Wilbur was the first to speak, “Hello. Who- Who are you?”

The creature smiled warmly, “My apologies. I'm Tubbo.” He said.

“You’ve got some pretty sick legs bossman.” Tommy spoke next.

This made Tubbo smile warmly. His gaze fell on the trio like they were his saviors, “You’re the children of XD, aren’t you?”

“Who?” Tommy asked. Tubbo turned around and waved him on. The four of them trudged through the snow. At some point Tommy and Tubbo went ahead, leaving the older two alone. The sun had fallen at some point, leaving no room for warmth.

“You’re shivering. Would you like my coat?” Wilbur said softly.

(Y/N) laughed lightly, “I’m okay. Thanks.” Despite her denying it, the brown haired boy placed a soft overcoat on her shoulders.

He ignored her protests, “Keep it, I’m warm enough.” Wilbur smiled, “So, you’re obviously not from the same time. What changes?”

“Well the U.S joins the war. We invent new technology, computers, phones, and new music. Tons of new things happen in eighty-three years. In my age we would call you guys boomers.” (Y/N) smiled.

Wilbur scoffed, “That’s rude. Did people loose their manners along the way as well?”

“Probably.” The pair smiled at eachother, “We better catch up.”

Tubbo took them into a small cabin with a singular circular window. He quickly shut the blinds and led the group to a bookcase, “Here. Sit down,” he pulled a thick storybook from a stack of books, “Ready?”

Tubbo opened the book, flipping to a page in the middle.

“About a hundred years ago, the dream team came into power. George was a kind ruler, albeit a bit neglectful. Sapnap was hot headed, overly competitive but fair, but Dream-“ Tubbo sighed, “-Dream wanted power. He wanted to be the king of kings. Legend says that he banished his friend from the land, casting an eternal winter. In the myth it says that three children of XD will come and save the land, and claim their spots on the thrones.”

Wilbur raised an eyebrow, “And that’s us?”

“Yes! You’ve come to save us!” Tubbo looked extremely excited, he was practically jumping in his seat.

“We’re supposed to save the world?” Wilbur continued, “and how do you know that?”

The creature seemed to deflate at that, “It’s the Prophecy. It has to be true.”

“But what if it’s not?”

Tubbo sighed at this, “I’ll explain more in the morning. We should get some rest.” The small boy reached over and blew out a single candle that lit the room, “Make yourself comfortable. Goodnight.”

(Y/N) was the second to wake up. Tommy was curled into a ball on the sofa to her right, with Wilbur sitting asleep on the floor under him. Tubbo had been sitting on a separate couch, already awake and writing in some sort of journal.

Eventually the brothers woke up and started engaging in a groggy argument on where they were. It was quite amusing watching them go back and forth in tired voices.

It was relaxing, but the calm atmosphere didn’t last.

Someone pounded at the door. Tubbo jumped up immediately, yelling to the group to leave through the back window.

Tommy ran ahead with Wilbur and (Y/N) hot on his tail. Heavy boots followed them closely, and Tubbo’s frantic shouts tried to calm down whoever was chasing them. Tommy went through the window first, and as soon as Wilbur got through he turned around to help (Y/N).

(Y/N) grumbled, “I’ve got it.” So Wilbur put his hands up.

The group continued into the woods behind the cottage. (Y/N)’s legs burned from running and Wilbur’s lungs heaved, but still, they ran. Eventually they had lost sight of what seemed to be a hunter.

Tommy had run further ahead and rounded a corner. A yell rang through the forest that made Wilbur’s hair stand on end, by the time they reached him the boy was sitting on the ground and clutching forehead.

“Tommy!” Wilbur yelled frantically, rushing to his brother’s side to assess his wound. As Wilbur pulled his younger brother’s hand from his head Tommy whined. (Y/N) gasped when his hand came away stained with blood.

“Shit shit shit- (Y/N)!” WIlbur started panicking.

“What the hell do you want me to do?” (Y/N) yelled.

“I don’t know! Help him!”

“I’m not a nurse Wilbur! I can’t just-”

Tommy sniffled. While the two were bickering the small boy started crying.

“Tommy- Tommy I’m sorry. Hey-” Wilbur looked like a kicked puppy, and probably felt like one too.

(Y/N) grimaced, “Wil- we should really keep going. It’s not safe.”

“Can you shut up for a second? I’m trying to help my little brother here.”

“Wilbur-“ The concern in her voice made Wilbur look around and take in the area for the first time. It wasn’t very safe, not many places to hide. (Y/N) was right, it wasn’t safe.

Wilbur sighed, “Fine.” The boy ripped a piece from his shirt and wrapped it around Tommy’s head. He lifted his younger brother onto his back, nodding to (Y/N) that he was ready.

Soon enough Tommy had fallen asleep, worn from the events of the morning. As the boy slept peacefully on his brother’s shoulder, Wilbur and (Y/N) made small talk.

“So about this prophecy thing. Do you believe it?” (Y/N) poked.

Wilbur sighed again, “We’re in a magical world with someone that could be my great grandchild. I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

(Y/N) only laughed. The conversation eventually fizzled out into comfortable silence. They walked side by side to each other until the sun went down again.

Wilbur was fiddling with some big sticks he found, “We should stop for the night. I think Tommy’s fine. If not a bit dirty. I’ll try and get some food.”

“We can find a stream tomorrow morning,” (Y/N) commented, pulling Wilbur’s coat tighter around them, “I hope Tubbo’s okay.”

“I think he’s fine, the person left too quickly to do too much damage.” Wilbur bent down to pull together a small trap, and went to sit next to his brother. He leaned his head against the trunk, sighing in exasperation, “We should make a fire.”

“You lay down, I’ll do it.”

Wilbur raised an eyebrow at this, “You know how to make one?”

“I’m not from your time, jackass.” The girl rolled her eyes. Wilbur hummed.

Eventually (Y/N) had wandered off to get some firewood. Wilbur stayed with a sleeping Tommy, raking his hands through his hair. A twig snapped to his left, and he looked over. There stood two men. One was tall, with black hair falling over a white bandana. He wore a white cloak that stood out in the dark, the other was shorter, with bright blue eyes to match a ruffled white shirt. He had multiple mushroom decorations adorning his hair and skin.

Before Wilbur could question them the first one started, “Are you the son of XD?”

Wilbur froze, “What?” His voice trembled as he spoke.

“There’s only two of you,” The man continued, “Where is the other?”

“Right here. Is there something wrong?” (Y/N) came from the other side of the clearing, carrying twigs and sticks.

The shorter man reached forward in an attempt to comfort them, “We didn’t mean to scare you. We just heard you came and we wanted to help. I'm George. This is Sapnap, he’s not the friendliest.”

“You’re the-“

“Old kings. You’ve heard of us?” Sapnap cocked his head.

(Y/N) nodded, “We ran into a fellow a while back, he told us about you.”

George smiled, “Ah. Tubbo. I’m happy you found him. He’s okay by the way, just a bit spooked. We figured he would know where you were.”

“Would you like to join us for dinner?” Wilbur waved vaguely in front of him.

“We really shouldn’t, but we do have something to give you.” Sapnap reached into a pocket in his cloak, and George reached into the satchel on his side. They pulled three items with each of the trio’s names on one.

Wilbur shook Tommy awake, who groaned, “Wil let me sleep-“

Sapnap sighed, feigning disappointment, “Okay little man, you don’t need a gift.” He started putting the red bag away.

Tommy shot awake immediately and reached forward to get the bag. Sapnap laughed and handed it to him.

Tommy quickly opened the red velvet bag and looked inside. A grin grew on his face as he pulled out a compass with his name engraved in the back, as well as a small dagger.

“This will lead you to us. If you ever need help, you’ll know where to go.” George crouched down in front of the boy and set a hand on the back of his neck, “And don’t use that unless you need to, kid.”

Wilbur was handed a soft dark blue sheath with small silver stars dotting the surface. The guard curved back into the grip, which had leather wrapped around it. Small star shaped sapphires were embedded into the halt at the base. When he pulled the sword from its shaft, Wilbur smiled. Engraved into the metal were the words;

‘Without Valor, Freedom Dies.’

“Wilbur,” Sapnap called, and Wilbur looked up, “The people will look to you. Lead them. Keep them safe.”

“I will.”

George turned to (Y/N), “And you. Here.” George handed the girl a very similar sheath, but it was a warm red with small sun’s on it. Amber shined at the base and blended in with the leather wrap on the grip. As she pulled it from its sheath the words; ”Without Freedom, Hope is Gone.” Fell from her lips, “Thank you.” They sheathed it once again and bowed their head.

Sapnap rested his hand under her chin to make her look up, “Keep your head up, soon enough folks will bow to you. They need a leader.”

With that Sapnap and George stepped away from the group.

“Good luck.” Said the first.

The second nodded, “Our friend is a fighter. But keep a level head and a steady heart and you will succeed.”

The men stepped back into the darkness, and disappeared.

They left the next morning. Tommy was feeling better, and the gash on his head just turned out to be a scrape. They found a stream nearby and got some water (that could or could not be good to drink.)

They walked for hours, following a worn down path in the forest. The trees cleared until they found a large field. Tents scattered the grass, and from what Wilbur could see, people were training.

A girl about his age, with pink hair, practicing archery. A man with kind eyes and an even kinder smile. A tall boy wandering around aimlessly, and- is that Tubbo?

Tommy smiled, “Tubbo! You’re okay!” Everyone, including Tubbo, turned around. The trio watched as they clamored in excitement, before kneeling down.

Someone must have noticed the chatter die down, because a man with a regal attitude walked out of the tent. His outfit was simple, except for the red cloak that trailed behind him. His pink hair was pulled into a braid that fell over his shoulder, small purple flowers poked out of the tangles.

The man raised his hand, and the people rose. They whispered among themselves as he made his way to the three. He stopped close enough that they were able to see small tusks poking out of his mouth. He looked the small group up and down and snorted, “These are the kids that are supposed to save the world?”

“You don’t seem like you do much either, pinky.” Tommy snapped. (Y/N) held back a laugh and looked over at Wilbur, who seemed to be doing the same.

“This ankle biter yours?” The man cocked his head.

Wilbur sighed, “Sadly,” and laughed harder at Tommy’s complaints.

The man reached his hand out to shake and Wilbur offered his, “My name is Technoblade, just Techno is fine. I’m their general.”

“We’re going to war?” (Y/N) asked.

“Sadly.” Techno repeated.

It had been a month since they had fallen into this wonderland. The trio were trained personally by Techno, they planned and trained again.

The tent they stayed in was large, three cots along the sides and a large planning table in the middle. They often stood around and mapped out routes and strategies, which the general would point out weak spots in, and start again.

Most free time was spent speaking to the troop. There weren’t many people, barely enough to call an army.

(Y/N) leaned over the map again, offering a suggestion which Techno shot down. Wilbur watched her, she was concentrated in a way he’s never seen her before. Her hair was tied back lightly and the dress that was given to her matched well.

“What if we went through the south? Wilbur? Wilbur?”

Wilbur hummed, “What?”

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) sighed, “You’ve been out of it lately, Tommy’s noticed too.”

Techno took one look at the poor boy’s face and chucked. He made some dumb excuse of ‘checking on Niki’ and took his leave.

“(Y/N) can I ask you something?” They nodded, “I we die here-“

“Don’t say that, Wilbur.”

“Stop. It’s a very real possibility. If we die here then I just want you to know that I’m grateful. For taking care of Tommy, of me. It means a lot and-“

(Y/N) cut the boy off, “Wilbur,” She walked closer to him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Wilbur smiled, “Neither am I.” He took their hand and brought it up to his lips, giving it a small kiss.

“Wil-“ The boy smiled and bent down, pressing his lips to hers and resting his hands on her waist. As they pulled apart (Y/N) rested their head on his shoulder as Wilbur pulled them in for a hug.

“Wilbur!” Tommy ran into the tent, heaving. Wilbur turned to his brother instinctively, a knot rising in his throat from what he thought was happening.

“What? What’s wrong Tom’s?”

“They’re here.”

Techno entered behind him, “Time for war, sir.”

#wilbur soot x reader #narnia au #dsmp x reader #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

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sano-thesnail · 2 years

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Sbi x Soldier!GN!Reader

Pronouns: They/She/He

Context: you where drafted(and or) put i to the Military, this is SBI’s reaction

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Warnings: This will be based on Drafted or Put into the Military, Varying from Airforce or Army

Airforce

Being deported was never your intention, especially into the Airforce. So when you had to show your beloved family the letter that had been sent was your pending doom

Tommy: was more than just devastated, HIS big sister was put into the military to fight for their country, them!..the amount of times you consoled Tommy in your dimly lit room was countless, to outsiders he only seemed slightly bothered. But on the inside he was shattered. And he absolutely hated the thought of you dying fighting for the family.

You undoubtedly left some clothes behind for him to have wen your 1 month was up. Oh how much you hated waving for family goodbye, bags in hand as they cried. Who knows. It could’ve been tue last time you see them…

“I don’t want you to leave!” Tommy cried through his choked up tears. Man did he sound like a broken record. Gripping onto his big brother like they where gonna disappear was one of the last things he wanted to do, especially under these circumstances, “I’m sorry Toms.. I really am..” You whispered quietly “You know how it is..” you said voice deepening trying to swallow the knot I no your throat. This was gonna be tough..

Technoblade: didn’t know what to think. Earlier this was a really fucked up joke or you where dead ass serious. But please don’t leave him, he needs you. Your his little sister! He’s supposed to protect you!

Finding out that you where leaving was the hardest part, even when he was creeping down the stairs at ungodly hours to see his crying father and his little sister with a letter. After mustering up enough courage he silently stepped towards his hurt father and dazed sister “W-What’s going on..” he muttered watching the twos faces turn to shock after seeing his family’s despair “Tech!” His father whispered yelled “What is this letter.” Your older brother demanded to see. “..Tech, I-..” His vermilion eyes darted to you figure, brown knitting to your obvious stress “I- It’s.. Its a deportation letter.. I’m leaving in One month to the airforce…”

….what?…..no… A Sickening feeling enters his stomach as a right and painful knot formed in his throat as he chocked back a sob. No.. where you gonna come back? Why one month? Why you?! “No.. Y-your lying..” his voice was now down to a whisper tone was he walked to his sibling, “I’m sorry Tech, I really am” “N-No it’s ok, it’s not your fault” he mumbled as he hugged you.

Wilbur: he just laughed, a couple airy chuckles before reality set in, wait.. your serious……oh… Wilbur was distraught, he tried to not think about it as much as he could, but to him it was like an intrusive thought. His older brother Technoblade started collage, He started a music career. And his younger brother Tommy was was just in his last year of Highschool. Then there you where. Off to the Airforce. He tried to support you as much as he could, honestly he as the only one who knew your thoughts on entering the Military cause you never had thoughts on what you wanted to do next in your life. Every time the thought of death associated with you stung his heart, he hated the thought of you coming home as a picture, a letter and some rando who was the bearer of bad news, so when the time came he put a couple of his vhs tapes in your bag(s) and a couple of his sweaters cause he knows you can get homesick sometimes.

Wilbur was the second person to find out about you heading into battle.

Philza: Was the first to know about your departure. You had been wallowing all day to let him know, how where you going to tell him, so at the unholy hours of the night you knocked on your fathers door asking him to meet you downstairs, it was important.

What?… That was his only thought to his child’s words, she knew that waking him up at late hours was not practical and he was about to scold her before he saw her stressed face, his thoughts changed and was quick to tend to her worries, “Dad I- need to tell you something..” He started handing him a letter “I- I making it short. I’ve been deported! To the airforce” their voice rises in Falles in the last sentence as they shrunk to the change of their fathers face “Y/n.. I love you so much.. Promise me you will come back..” he stared into his daughters eyes before engulfing them into a warming hug.

When you arrive home alive :)

Excitement filled you after the war, seein your family after 3 years filled your veins with multiple emotions, you where basically vibrating in your plane seat, you could tell them about your training and scary stories! Show them your honorable medals! Come home to a hero’s welcome! A bright smile was out in your face as you neared your destination.

Door, walking, sound of a suitcase, excitement, jittering, ‘I can do this’ you mentally exclaimed as your knocks rang through the house, you heard a “I’ll get it!” From a British person, the door was unlocked to reveal a tall, lanky blond boy who’s eyes lit up to your figure.

“..Y-Y/NN!!” He yelled before jumping onto you. Letting go of your suitcase and grabbing into the waist of your younger brother Tommy. “YOURE HERE! AND ALIVE! AND BACK!!” A giant smile spread across his face,

“TECHWILCOMEHEREE!!” Tommy yelled slurring his words as he dragged you into your home.

The strumming of a Guitar suddenly stopped followed along with the rumbling for feet on stairs, Wilbur was the first to appear at the bottom of the stairs followed along by your monotone brother.

“Y/-N?!” Wilbur yelled as he came sprinting towards you “OMGNO!” You sputtered was you fell a bit backwards from you brother, Tech was quick to come up to you and stand next to Tommy, waiting for Wilbur to be done.

“YOURE HERE AND ALIVE AND OH MY GOD YOURE NOT DEAD” Wilbur yelled before gripping you again like you would disappear, that’s when the water works started.. his sobs where slightly muffled as he shoved his head in your hair “I-I’m sorry I j-just missed you al-lot..” he mumbled followed by your assurance

“Ok move aside dude” Techno lightly pushed Wil back as he was quick to embrace you to. Grabbing your shoulder and shoving you to his chest. Hair tickling his chin “I missed you.” “Missed you even more tech” as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Until you felt a small grip on your right, It was Tommy. Wilbur was quick to join into as he wrapped his arms around you and Techno, you all sat there for a couple minutes

“Wait where’s dad?” You voice rang to their ears, Techno let go along with his brothers “He left to the store.” The pinkette responded simply “O h .” The h/c said dumbfounded. But that wouldn’t stop the unlocking of the door, They all turned to the door awaiting for Phils appearance.

“IM HO—“ …… “Hi dad” you cheekily smiled before he took steps towards your figure.

“You’re here” he smiled placing hands on your shoulders “I am.” He was quick to wrap his arms around you. “I’m glad you kept your promise..” he mumbled. Your smile only becoming wider

Ok hi! Hope you enjoyed! Btw:

I will write a ‘you coming home dead’ part, but right now it’s 1am and I need to sleep or my ass will be beat 😎 so have a good night, day and I’ll see you in the next part

#Spotify

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mcyt-sh1t · 3 years

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y/n comes in on will’s stream to cuddle

summary: y/n walks in on will’s stream with tommy to cuddle not caring that his facecam is on.

warnings: pure disgusting fluff, none really-

pairing: younger sibling! y/n and older brother! wilbur

a/n: this isn’t a request i just really love wilbur and wanted to write something fluffy with him, because i needed the comfort :’) also this is mostly for @natalie2-exe/@lavenderjacobs because its her 16TH BIRTHDAY tommorow WTF?? /POS. YOUR OLD NOW 😭/POS

some days you just hold your cat to your chest and stay in bed because moving sounds like a bit too much effort. you looked out of your window since it was the closest thing to you that you could see without moving. its raining, which kind of ruined your mood even more. you cuddled up to your cat more closely.

from the other room you heard wilbur yelling at tommy, while filming a ylyl. (you laugh you lose) you, tommy and will have always been close, will because he's your older brother and tommy because he's always helped will look after you.

even though you were sick your child insticts told you to go to will's room anyway and take part in the ylyl or at least just sit and cuddle up to will. your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor of the apartment and when you got to will's door you could barely reach the handle so you had to go get a stool to stand on and open the door.

(wilbur's pov) "NO TOMMY I SWEAR I DIDN'T LAUGH-"

i heard the click of my door opening and next thing i see is y/n standing on a stool with blankets all around them.

"WILL YOU DID LAUGH- oh.."

"will!!" you say running up to him and climbing onto him giggling."

"oh no." will muttered. but it was too late, chat had already seen you and they were going insane.

(username): YOU HAVE A CHILD??

(username): will. you have to explain.

(username): CHILD.IN.WILBUR SOOT'S. HOUSE.

"woah!! chat calm down!!" tommy said trying to calm the situation down. "hi y/n!" he says smiling and waving at you.

"tommy!! hiiiii" you say smiling and waving back at him, showing most of your baby teeth.

(username): i don't know who this child is but oh my god are they adorable!-

(username): adorable child!!adorable child!!

(username): i love children, oh my god.

"right okay chat. i didn't want you all to find out this way but-"

"wilbur has a child."

"WHAT? TOMMY-"

(username): I KNEW IT-

(username): HUH?? with who-

"CHAT NO. this is my younger sibling y/n. obviously if you didn't already see their sick and i told them to stay in their room."

"but i missed you.." you say cuddling up to him.

".."

"well? what are you going to do will??" tommy asks smirking.

"fine.. you can stay."

"YAY!! fank you will" you say hugging him.

(username): at least you don't have an actual child, its just your sibling.

"HEY!"

all three of you start laughing.

the stream went great, wilbur and tommy taught you how to play minecraft after they finished their ylyl, and you all had a great time. chat loves you and wants to see more of you, especially when you play more minecraft with will and tommy.

note: early birthday present for you nat, ilysm <3 can you see i can't write from a child's perspective??

taglist:

@techn-o @sunniewrites @lakifaki @deceptxcon @natalie2-exe @lavenderjacobs @wilczachannn @demeterly @joyfullymulti @angstyx @saki-is-a-dumb-alien

#wilbur #wilbur soot #older brother! wilbur and younger sibling! y/n #bhc nox #birhday present for nat <3 #early**#mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt

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sunflowerdaisybee · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: He/They

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We gotta eliminate Tommy.”

“I agree.”

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

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

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

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heartkarl · 3 years

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wilbur x reader where the reader is jack manifold’s (or any of the brit streamers, jack is just the one that came to mind lol) older sibling and they meet during a vlog and just like instantly fall in love so the whole vlog just turns into wilbur and reader flirting

༊*·˚⤻ 𝐡𝒆𝒂𝐫𝐭, 𝐦𝒊𝐧𝐝 !wilbursoot‧₊˚ :

➳❥ 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 // 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢!!

Jack’s overprotective brother dynamic won’t get in the way of love at first sight!

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒊𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 // 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞!!

heart mind, by Kodak Black!! listen along! <3

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒆𝐱𝐭𝐫𝒂 // 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗨<3

WOOP WOOP WILL FLUFF. TY FOR REQUESTING BAE /p!!!

If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that your younger brother hated being told no. Especially when it came to requests pertaining to his usage of your presence for content's sake.

And as per usual, Jack’s constant heckling had turned out to be quite annoying, eventually leading to you agreeing to be the sole star in another one of his Vlog Extravaganza’s. Truthfully, you loved hanging with him, Tom, and Ranboo, as it was always a pleasure being graced by their Cum/Penis based jokes.

As such, you ended up being squashed between two peculiarly tall lads, while your annoying little brother cracked jokes, en route to pick up the final member of your patented Vlog Squad. And according to Jack, it was someone fairly unfamiliar to you.

Not unfamiliar to the rest of your clique, but someone you’d never met before. Wilbur immediately came to mind as the prime suspect, making you anxiously awaiting his nearing arrival. It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard of him before, but his reputation and enchanting good looks made your heart race.

So, as Jack’s car halted to a stop in front of Will’s flat, you felt the sudden urge to make sure every aspect of your appearance was practically perfect - this caught Tom’s immediate attention, forcing a sly remark of; “Y/n stop primping Wilbur’s already in love with the grind.” You playfully elbowed Tommy’s side, earning an over exaggerated “Ow you prick!”

Meanwhile, Wilbur took his rightful spot of shotgun in Jack’s passenger seat, greeting his three friends who occupied the rest of the car. But when his eyes landed on you - oh my - it’s like something burst inside of his heart, like all of a sudden his heart and his mind were suddenly in sync.

Both set on one objective, winning yours over as well. Call it love at first sight! He was completely starstruck, speechless even. Pure beauty sat a few feet away from him, and he didn’t know what to do or say.

Thankfully, Tommy’s constant need to get on your nerves kicked in, as he tried to get Wilbur to tell you off for elbowing him. “Willllllllll, they elbowed me! Cmon, do your big brotherly duties, tell ‘em off!” Wilbur spun all the way around in his seat, and in response to Tommy he stated the following.

“Well Tommy, seems like they had a good reason to.” Tommy’s mouth went agape, as he looked to Ranboo to see if what was happening was truly a reality.

You laughed, grateful for Wilbur taking your side in the altercation. He further introduced himself, offering a hand for you to shake. “The names Wilbur, Wilbur Soot. But you probably already knew that.” He was surprisingly sly for someone who plays Minecraft for a living, as your hand met his, he took the initiative of carefully placing a kiss on your knuckles.

Of course, this sent Tommy And Ranboo into a fit, as they pelted Jack, who’d been unbeknownst and focused on driving, with: “JACK JACK HURRY WILL’S TRYING TO WOO YOUR SISTER!” Manifold’s gaze immediately left the road, matching that of Wilbur’s hand in yours. Quite like a banshee, he belted. “Ay! Hands off my sister, you Tory lover!”

An insult that you didn’t quite understand at first, and one that didn’t seem to really phase Wilbur. He reluctantly released his soft grasp upon your hand as he winked at you, before turning around and giving his attention back to Jack who’d been berating him on ‘Why You’re Not Allowed To Flirt With My Sister 101’.

Tommy and Ranboo would occasionally join in on the conversation every so often, to which Will would reply with, “Yeah,” Uh huh,” or “For sure.” Until the five of you finally reached your destination. You were informed of the details a few days prior to the other few boys, so you were sort of prepared for the sort of content the boys were going to film. A lie detector’s test for all of you prominent Internet people to take, what could possibly go wrong?

So, you helped Jack unpack the equipment from the trunk of his car, allowing the other three boys to head inside the studio to set up. But of course, Wilbur was there to offer his hand in assistance, seeing as you were sort of struggling with the equipment. You graciously handed over the cameras, as he explained. “Don’t worry hun, I’ve got it.”

His smile, as well his tone of voice, sent butterflies barreling in your stomach. He was quite a bit taller, and seemingly stronger than you, and having him help you so effortlessly was weirdly attractive. And after he’d made sure Jack was completely out of sight, he leaned down to flirtatiously whisper to you.

He knew your shyness was a bit of an obstacle, and he was there to reassure you. “Don’t worry darling, no matter how much Jack might make you wanna think, I don’t bite.” An assortment of giggles left your lips, much to Will’s entertainment, as he led you into the studio where Tom, Jack, and Ranboo were already being told the instructions of the lie detector.

Jack caught sight of you walking with Wilbur, and patted the seat directly beside him. In an overbearing voice, he stated. “Cmere Y/n, sit down by your dear brother.” You rolled your eyes playfully, taking the seat where he’d suggested. Wilbur was the first to be hooked up to the lie detector machine, which you saw coming from a mile away, having him confidently sat with the wires hooked to his arm.

He was for sure going to be berated by Jack with questions about you, and - hell - he was just happy to even be talking about you. It was sort of a meta thing, by talking about you he was initially working his way into your heart, right? Right! And as such, Jack’s first question of the session was;

“Wilbur, do you think my sister’s hot?”

Your cheeks instantly tinged with colors of red and pink, while Will took no longer than a second to answer the query in question. “Yes.” A few seconds later, the lie detector proctor confirmed his answer with a thumbs up. Jack practically sprung from his seat, shouting at Wilbur. “Nope! Nope! Incorrect, the answer is no!” Tommy and Ranboo found the entire ideal hilarious, egging Jack on.

Will ran his fingers through his hair, smugly replying with. “What can I say, I’ve got good taste.”

After a few more minutes of bickering, Jack sat back down and the questions continued. They consisted of Jack and his entourage of Y/n x Wilbur haters throwing questions like, “Wilbur did you know that Y/n is a Dream stan?” “Will if you and Y/n get together can I come along on your dates?” and “Do you really wanna date someone who hasn’t memorized all of Pebble Brain?”

His answers were more or less similar, earning outrageous responses from your overprotective brother. That was until it was your turn to ask a question, and even if you’d only known him for a few hours you felt something special between the two of you. So, you confidently questioned. “Do you really wanna date someone you met just a few hours ago?”

And with every once of sincerity he had, he agreed. “Yes, sweetheart. I really really do.“ As expected, it was confirmed to be true. No matter how many times Jack was opposed to the idea of it, or how much Tommy teased you, you and Will were going to be an amazing couple.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃!

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thenotsohottopic · 3 years

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Hello! If you‘re up to it, I was wondering if you could do a c!Tommy + younger sibling!Reader. Maybe they’re inseparable because they only have each other? Mostly fluff but angst works as well, and it can be headcanons or anything you want really. Thank you! Love your work :) -🌺 anon

No Longer A Burden

character(s): c!Tommy & sibling!reader

warning(s): swearing, gore

This took so long to write and I'm so sorry, but I hope you enjoy. TYSM for @dumbt0by for reading over this for me <3

Most people would say that hate was a strong word. That it should never be used and one could never truly hate another. That very statement though was total bullshit.

Well, that's what Tommy thought anyway. To him, hate wasn't a strong enough word to express his distaste for the green teletubby that "ran" the server.

I mean, how couldn't he hate Dream? He was a manipulative and toxic person and how dare, how dare, Dream even attempt to manipulate the one person he had left. No, he hadn't attempted to manipulate Y/n to the point where they couldn't tell the difference between whether they were in the wrong or if Dream was, he succeeded at making his other half feel that way.

Tommy may only be a few years older than Y/n, but the day they were born he made a promise to himself. A promise that he as an older brother is ashamed he couldn't keep.

However, what pissed him off the most was the fact that that Wilbur, the man he used to look up to, worships Dream. The god damn audacity Wilbur had.

The blonde slammed his fist in the tree, his body violently shaking. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from yelling, the sun was still rising and he didn't want to wake someone up this early. Though, it was a tad late for that.

"Tommy?" A timid voice spoke from a few feet in front of him. "Tommy, what's wrong?"

The crunch of frosty morning grass got closer before he felt a cold hand touch the side of his face. "Talk to me."

Tommy's eyes rose to meet Y/n's, the second they even noticed he was looking at them he gave him a reassuring smile. That smile was enough to calm him just the slightest bit, but there was still a fire biting at his insides.

"It's-" The blonde started before his voice stopped. He remembered the last time he had lied to them, the memory almost making him flinch.

***

There was so much blood. It was splattered on the ground, on his hands and his clothes, the smell feeling almost toxic. The only reason his body was covered in the warm, disgusting red liquid, was because of the open wound he was trying to cover. It wasn't his but he wished it was. He really wished it was.

“Y/n?” Tommy asked, attempting to get their attention. “Y/n?” He spoke louder this time getting the younger teen that lay in his lap to look at him. Their e/c eyes were dropey but they were alive. Perhaps he can keep them alive. “Hey, can- can you talk to me?"

Y/n blinked before attempting to say something, but no noises came out. Fear had laced its way into their face. "Y/n/nz you're gonna be fine. You'll be ok, I promise." He could feel their body relaxing, thinking that maybe he had calmed them. That was until he felt the hand they had on top on his had relaxed, it's grip weak. No their body wasn't relaxing- it was giving up.

"No, hey stay awake," Tommy said, panic rising. Somehow they gave him a smile, it was faint, but it was there. That was their way of saying goodbye. "Don't you fucking dare! You're not allowed to die on me, you can do this. Cmon stay alive! Please!"

It was too late. He saw his Y/n's eyes dull over, what used to be the slow up and down of their just had stopped. At first he was silent, his eyes trained on their now dead figure. He could still feel the warmth of it despite how he knew they weren't. His ha ds had tightened onto their clothes befor ehe dropped his head down onto their chest.

Then he screamed. It was loud and mournful, full of pain. He didn't even pay any mind to the small gathering of people. Tommy didn't feel the arms that wrapped around him, the tears he felt on his own body that weren't his. He couldn't feel anything but sorrow.

Tommy wasn't sure how long they had sat there crying, but he suddenly felt the tug on his torso. The blonde was suddenly being pulled away from their corpse, him now screaming and thrashing around. Trying his best to get out of the tight hold on his body.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"

"Tommy!" A voice suddenly yelled in his ear. "Tommy, they're dead. There's nothing you can do."

***

He winced. Guilt now eating at him instead of the anger. That anger was still there, Tommy was still angry that he made Y/n feel liek their death was entirely their own fault, but it was duller. It had been replaced with guilt. It was his fault they died that day, his younger sibling losing their first two lives because he ended up bringing them into his messes. Tommy couldn't help but think that he could've prevented both their deaths.

His mind was now racing, thinking of all the things he'd done wrong and could've done better. Should've done better.

Y/n had easily noted their brother's current state before grabbing Tommy's shaking hands, causing the boy to look at them. Y/n spoke louder this time, making sure that their voice was still gentle but it was heard. "Talk to me."

Tommy listened. He cried to them, finally letting the weight of his guilt lift the slightest bit. Explaining how he wss sorry, sorry for everything he'd done and the pain he caused them. Y/n listened, taking I'm every word and accumulating a proper response when he had stopped talking. Y/n could practically feel the guilt he had themselves, wishing they had asked him what was wrong earlier.

They've easily noticed how off he was sometimes but too afraid to ask him, the fear of bothering him causing them to stop. He barely ever told them anything, which despite how much Y/n wished they had found out earlier, they were happy he was talking to them now.

"Tommy, none of that was your fault." Y/n made sure to hold eye contact with him, their grip on his hands firm but comforting. "I chose to go with you all those times, remember? We both know no matter how hard you tried to stop me it wouldn't have worked. I'm stubborn like that, everyone knows this. Where you go I go, I'll always be by your side. Plus, you wouldn't have been able to prevent the loss of my second life, even if it went differently. Nothing was your fault, no matter how many people say it is, it wasn't."

Tommy sat silently, taking in their statement. Then, the two embraced one another in a hug. Tommy crying into Y/n's shoulder. They didn't even notice the three figures who had seen the whole thing unfold from a distance.

"Should we check them?" Ranboo had asked Tubbo, the enderman hybrid concerned for his two friends.

Tubbo was about to reply no, saying that they should have their distance, for now, was quickly put down by the small pink blur that had run past them. Both of their eyes widened in panic as they saw that their son was inching closer and closer towards Y/n and Tommy.

Perhaps they should be more careful, Tubbo had thought as he too began to run.

The loud clomping of hooves had caught both Tommy's and Y/n's attention, the second the two had pulled away they felt small arms attempting to hug them followed by a small snort.

Micheal had brought a smile on Y/n's face, causing them to pick up the small piglin and sit him in their lap.

"Did you sense Tommy's sadness? Are you here to cheer uncle Tommy up?" Y/n cooed at the small being, Tommy soon giving a small smile as well.

"Tommyinnit doesn't get sad!" He declared in a joking manner, "Real men don't cry."

"Ya, whatever you say, Tommy," Y/n playfully rolled their eyes.

The teen boy was happy, angry with some people, yes, but for the most part happy. He had Y/n here now, they weren't dead any.kre and they had responded. They're alive and he feels better having talked to them. He doesn't feel like a burden anymore, and he was happy.

I'm sorry for not posting for so long :,) hope all have been well :)

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vneuns · 3 years

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secret babies and unofficial dates !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > cc!wilbur x gn!reader x tommyinit x philza / sbi (- techno) x gn!reader

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > idek tbh

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > You have a kid and Tommy doesn’t know

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.7k

… big sigh tbh

“Yn my cooler older sibling!” Tommy yelled excitedly as he ran over to where you stood close by on your phone about to text the group chat and ask where everyone was. His large smile began to fade as it morphed into one of confusion when he saw the child behind you poke her head out to look and see who had called you.

“Oh, and who is this?” The blonde knelt in front of the two of you trying to get a good look at the little girl behind your legs. “Tommy, this is Alena, but we call her Lena for short. I totally forgot you’ve never met my daughter before.” Your daughter turned her head slightly to the left giving the boy an uneasy look.

Lena has always been a shy kid, she didn’t like talking to anyone she didn’t trust or know and hated being picked up by anyone other than you and your mother. When she was a baby if you left her alone for more than five seconds or if you weren’t in her line of sight it was the end of the world.

Except now instead of crying or throwing the biggest temper tantrum that she could she’d just follow quietly after you. Like a baby duck. “Len, say hi to Uncle Tommy.”

“so you’ve had a kid since.. forever!?” Tommy’s voice raised slightly as he got up hands out in disbelief as Phil and Wilbur followed after the boy at a slower pace.

“Uncle Willy!” Lena exclaimed as her little legs carried her over to the tall brunette who was smiling from ear to ear as he crouched down with open arms for her to run into.

You shrugged at Tommy putting your phone in your back pocket as your arms wrapped around his body, whilst his stayed at his side still in disbelief.

“You- I-.. What the.”

“Tommy!” Phil hushed him pointing towards the child on Wilburs hip who was babbling about something that made no sense while Wil just nodded and replied as if he could understand anything she was saying.

“But they have an entire child I didn't know about!”

“Well nobody else knows, and knowing you you’d bring it up accidentally on social media.”

And that was exactly why you hadn’t told your “little bother” about the little girl. Because he’d want to talk to her twenty four seven and when you were streaming he’d forget and being her up

Privacy was important to you and knowing your daughter could be safe without people saying things about her on the internet was in your best interest. You wanted her to have a normal life. Well normal to an extent.

“Oh.. well that does kinda make a lot of sense.”

“Come on, let's get on some rides, love bug.” Wilbur whispered to len’. She smiled, kicking her legs in excitement. Wil laughed rubbing the side of her head softly as the rest of the group followed.

“Why are they acting like that?” Tom questioned stuffing his face with cotton candy as he looked over at the three standing outside the gift shop looking at the stuffed animals that were on display.

“Acting like what?” The younger boy rolled his eyes, closing his sugary treat. “Like a couple spending the day with their kid.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at an awful joke Wilbur had told you about octopuses.

“Y/n is acting like they’re on a date and not out as a.” His hands went up in quotation marks, “family”

“Why do you care so much?” Philza laughed, bumping his shoulder with Tommy’s, waving at Alena who had made eye contact with him. “I don’t care.. well maybe i do. I don't know!”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Wil is like a brother to me and Yns’ like an older sibling so-.” He trailed off ending his sentence abruptly when the three of you made your way back.

“Are you and Wilbur dating?”

The question had caught you by surprise coming from Tommy. As he was someone to be so blunt he never was with you. Maybe it was because he found you intimidating or for another reason but he always found a way to beat around the bush. But not this time.

Tom was a smart kid and you were a bad liar so he knew he’d get the answer he was expecting from you.

'Not officially dating but we’ve been on a few dates.’

“Well if you get married i want to be the ring bear.”

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unfoundhoney · 3 years

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mother, father, and everything else ↠

↠ platonic!c!tommyinnit x older sister!reader ; fluff , angst

↠ masterlist

↠ a companion piece to a sister’s sacrifice inspired by this tiktok

“Tommy, come on,” you call.

You pull your youngest brother’s attention away from the strings of the apron he got distracted by. He toddles over to you as quickly as he can, reaching up and asking to be picked up silently. He started walking early and go the hang of it quite quickly. However, in talking he’s a bit of a late bloomer, nearing fifteen months but yet to say his first words.

You lift Tommy up into your arms, carrying him out the back door and into the backyard. You set him down to play in the grass where you can keep an eye on him then walk over to the array of clotheslines strung up across the yard, beginning to hang up laundry.

Wilbur is off playing with Niki as usual. He’ll likely return covered in dirt and grass stains, maybe with a captured insect or stories of a new, made up kingdom he’d been ruler of that day. Phil is still out with Techno; they’ve been gone for a while now, but that’s nothing new.

You’ve hung up a pair of Wilbur’s pants and two of Tommy’s shirts when you notice Tommy crouched beside the basket full of wet clothes. He reaches inside and pulls out a sock, squeezing it curiously.

“Do you want to help, Tommy?”

Tommy looks up at you, blue eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He nods his head once.

You giggle and ruffle his hair, “Alright, c’mere.”

You lift Tommy up again, resting him on your hip as you grab a clothespin with your free hand. You slip it over the clothesline.

“Put the top of the sock in the pin,” you tell him.

He struggles a bit, little hands still uncoordinated at his young age. He does eventually position the sock where you can close the pin on it and leave it to hang.

“Wow, good job, buddy!” you say.

You wrap him in a hug and spin around, shrieking laughter falling from his mouth at both your actions and your praise. You set him down and kneel down to be at eye level with him.

“You’re my official laundry assistant,” you say seriously. “Can you hand me clothes to hang up?”

Tommy nods eagerly and toddles over to the basket of wet clothes, grabbing a shirt from the top of the pile. He holds it above his head as he runs back over to you, holding it out.

“Good job, Tommy! We’re quite the team, you and I.”

Together, you and Tommy slowly hang the rest of the clothes up. Tommy eventually gets bored and goes off to pick dandelions and pull off their petals, leaving you to finish the chore, not that you mind. When you’re finished, you call Tommy over to get in the basket, carrying him and the leftover clothespin back inside.

“Y/N!”

The call of your name pulls you to a stop, turning to see who yelled for you. Tommy grabs onto your pant leg for balance, stopping as well. You find Puffy waving at you, hurrying over to you with her little boy Dream at her side.

“Hi, Puffy,” you say. “Hi, Dream.”

“Hi,” Dream says in a small voice.

“Tommy, can you say hi?” you ask the young boy clinging to your hand.

He’s chewing on his thumbnail, looking up at Puffy warily before hiding his face in your leg.

“Guess not,” you laugh.

“How are you, Y/N? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Puffy says.

“I’m good,” you answer. “Just getting some dinner for tonight.”

“Still the household cook, I see.”

“And just about everything else.”

You laugh and Puffy joins you, but you can tell that wasn’t a joke that went over her head. It’s no joke that you are mother and father to your younger siblings, as well as everything else. Your dad is gone too often; Wilbur doesn’t even call your father “dad,” he calls him Phil.

“Where’s your dad?” Puffy asks.

You shrug, “Around.”

“When’s the last time you saw him?”

You hesitate for too long, distracted as you attempt to remember the last time Phil came home.

“That hardly matters,” you brush off, “He’s busy doing important stuff and I can look after Wilbur and Tommy myself anyway.”

The look of concern on Puffy’s face is not missed by you. You do, however, elect to ignore it.

Dream tugs on Puffy’s sleeve, “Mom.”

“Yeah, buddy?” Puffy asks, leaning down.

Dream points into the market, where you see Sapnap with his father and his friend George.

“Go say hi, but don’t wander too far,” Puffy tells Dream.

When she turns back to you, keeping one eye on her son, you say, “I’ve gotta head home. Need to make dinner and all that.”

“Yeah, okay,” Puffy says. “I’m here if you ever need help. Or someone to talk to. Or... anything really.”

“Thanks, Puffy.”

You don’t notice at your side, Tommy trying to form the word that Dream used that so quickly got his mother’s attention.

“Look after yourself, Y/N.”

“I am.” You always have.

With a wave, you turn and head back home, Tommy walking slowly beside you. The walk from the market to your house takes about fifteen minutes and you end up carrying Tommy for most of it to speed things up.

When you arrive home, you find Wilbur and Niki sat in the front yard playing a hand clapping game. They stop when they spot you, jumping up and running to come meet you as you walk up the front path.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Wilbur shouts your names repeatedly.

“Will! Will! Will!” you mimic.

“Can I spend the night at Niki’s?” Wilbur asks.

You like Niki. She’s sweet and a good influence for Wilbur.

“Uhm, as long as her parents are alright with it,” you say, doing your best to sound like a grown up despite only being sixteen.

“We’ve already talked to them,” Niki tells you.

“Alright, then,” you concede. “Behave while you’re there.”

“I will, Y/N!” Wilbur says, running off with Niki.

You watch them go for a few moments until you’re reminded of the toddler sitting on your hip. Tommy squirms around, wanting down. You set him on the ground and walk with him inside.

You set him up with some paper and crayons at the kitchen table. You sit across from him, watching as he carefully looks over his color options before choosing the red crayon.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, bud,” you muse.

You pet Tommy’s hair before you stand, moving to start on dinner. You season meat and chop potatoes, humming to yourself and keeping an eye on Tommy. Thankfully, your youngest brother isn’t a picky eater, which makes meals a lot easier than they could be, especially since he’s been in the solid foods stage for a while now.

The rest of the night is fairly quiet. You and Tommy eat dinner then you do the dishes while he waddles around the living room and plays with some of his toys. You can hear him experimenting with running, his footfalls surprisingly loud for such a small human. You hear him fall, as well, but without any crying then the return of his heavy footsteps, you don’t go to check on him.

You start composing your next shopping list and check the calendar for any upcoming events. There’s a festival next week that you’re meant to chaperone Wilbur and his friends at. Maybe you can team up with Puffy so Tommy can play with Tubbo, and Dream can join Wilbur. You’ll ask her tomorrow.

You hear Tommy enter the kitchen. He waddles over to where you sit at the table and crawls into your lap. He grabs your free hand and starts playing with your fingers as you continue writing down what you’ll need for your bigger grocery run in a few days.

“Mom.”

You freeze.

What?

“Mom.”

You look down at Tommy.

He looks up at you, “Mom.”

“N-No...,” you say weakly.

“Mom.”

“No, I’m not your mom.”

“Mom.”

“No...”

“Mom!” Tommy says happily. “Mom mom mom!”

“Okay, okay,” you say shakily, putting a hand gently over your little brother’s mouth to get him to stop. “Okay, good job.”

Your vision’s blurry. You want to cry. Your chest hurts. But right now, Tommy’s said his first word.

“Good job,” you repeat.

You pull Tommy into a hug and wipe at your eyes behind his back.

Tommy rests his little cheek on your shoulder, already tired but quickly drifting off to sleep in your warm embrace, “Mom...”

“Shhh,” you say, voice weak.

Tommy goes limp, asleep in your arms. As your tears begin to fall, you make sure not to let your sobs move you. How has this happened? Mom. No. You’re not a mother. Except you are. In every way that matters, you are Tommy’s mother. You’ve raised him ever since Phil brought him home that day.

You wish your family was normal. As normal as a family of four adopted children, a single father, and a non-biological uncle could be. You wish your dad was home more. You wish you didn’t have to be the only parental figure Tommy has ever known. It’s to the point he calls you mom. How could Phil let it get to this? How could he care so little?

You just want to have a normal family with parents who are adults and kids who are allowed to be children. You did not get to be a child, but Wilbur and Tommy will. You will always be there for them. You promise. You will give them what you had taken from you. Hatred for your father burns in your chest but it’s quickly snuffed out, doused by nostalgia that longs for a childhood you never had.

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Idea: Chaotic Creeper Hybrid!Reader holding something, that can conduct electricity, up while a thunderstorm is happening. They’re just screaming "strike me down Zeus!" while panicked SBI is trying to stop them. Tommy probably cheering reader on?

Strike me down, Zeus! - Creeper!Hybrid!Reader and SBI

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request :D

Summary: When Y/N ran out to get intentionally hit by lightning, of course their family runs after them to make sure they don’t die! Well, Tommy was excited to see if Y/N could indeed be charged up like a proper creeper seeing how they were a Creeper Hybrid, but that was just Tommy being Tommy. Philza, Wilbur and Techno though were very much intent on saving Y/N from their own stupidity.

Words count: 1365

Authors Note: Thanks for the request! It was fun writing something more lighthearted and shorter :D Would love some feedback on this one!

„Come on! Do it you coward!” Y/N frantically yelled out as they climbed up another hill, still holding firmly onto the trident.

The rain was making it a bit harder for their feet to find solid ground to climb but somehow, they managed to get on top of the hill. Their clothes wet and caked in mud, but they made it on top of the highest place around at least. Ignoring the worried and scared yells from their adopted family.

Well, everyone but one was worried. The youngest of the group was cheering them on. Throwing his fists in the air as he peeled his eyes for what might happen.

Philza opened his wings and jumped up into the air. Trying to get closer to Y/N but still making sure to stay away from them as they swayed around his trident.

“Give that back to me, kid!”

But Y/N just turned around, looked him in the eyes and begun jumping in the air, holding the weapon high above their head.

Another lightning struck down somewhere but nowhere near Y/N which seemed to infuriate the Creeper Hybrid even more “Fuck!”

As Phil landed close by them, but not too close to avoid being accidentally struck by lightning as well should it indeed happen, he stretched his hand out “Give me my trident back, Y/N! You will fucking die!”

Y/N just turned around and let out a sharp hiss, their eyes lighting up similar how Creepers do right before they blow up, but Y/N stopped themself. They could emit something like a blast but it hurt them as well, so they often just used the flashing as a threat.

After all they have blown themself up in the past just to prove a point, so it wasn’t an entirely empty threat.

Now the group consisting of Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy arrived as well. Having to climb up since none of them could fly like Philza.

Technoblade tiredly rubbed his face as he stared at Y/N who was still swinging the trident into the air, jumping to reach further up.

“Y/N do you really wanna die like that? It would be a pretty cringe death not gonna lie.”

He loved his sibling but, man, sometimes they were a handful.

Before Y/N could even defend themself Tommy chimed in “No! Do it, Y/N! You can kind of blow up like a creeper so why shouldn’t you be able to charge yourself like one!”

Of course, Tommy would encourage them even more. The two were hunkering down an hour ago and the rest of the family just assumed they were scheming, which in a way was true but the others didn’t expect them to discuss what would happen if Y/N, the resident Creeper Hybrid, got struck by lightning.

Wilbur was biting on his lower lip. Trying to hide an amused smile and instead put on a worried expression. As much as he revelled in chaos like the others, this was a bit too dangerous “Come on. Just get back home. I’m freezing. Aren’t you freezing?”

With an almost incredulous look on their face, Y/N’s gaze pierced through Wilbur cool and relaxed façade. This really spiked his worry now. They weren’t just doing this for fun or to cause chaos, no, they were deadest on doing this.

“For real! Let’s get home!” he tried to reinforce his statement but Y/N’s head turned back around into the air.

Staring at the black clouds as the rain continued to fall. Their clothes wet. Didn’t even bother putting on a jacket. Just standing their in their simple clothing with their arms far above their head.

Philza took a step closer. Y/N was compared to the others further up on the hill but also surrounded by a drop all around them. So, realistically they could properly do something, but it was dangerous with them swinging around a weapon that also worked as a conductor during the storm.

“Y/N! This isn’t funny! You will seriously get hurt!” Philza urged them again.

Suddenly the world lit up again, closely followed by a loud crash. Lightning struck again but sadly, or luckily, nowhere near Y/N.

Y/N let out a frustrated yell “Come on! Strike me down Zeus! Do it you coward!”

Tommy groaned as well, directing his eyes towards the clouds as well “Seriously! Do it you pussy!”

This earned him a soft slap against the back of his head by Techno who just shook his head like only a disappointed older brother could. Naturally, Tommy responded with sticking his tongue out just like only a younger brother could.

While those two were dealing with each other, both Philza and Wilbur saw their chance. Lightning just struck that meant they had a small window to get to Y/N.

The two ran.

Wilbur slipped for a second on the wet grass but caught himself before he lost balance, following his father who was running towards his, frankly idiotic, kid with a determined expression. Brows pulled deeply down.

Y/N only noticed how Wilbur and Philza were running towards them when it was already too late. Both had their hands outstretched and crashed into them. Pulling them down into the mud, wrestling the trident out of their hand.

“That’s unfair!”

“We are saving your life, idiot!” Wilbur grumbled as he gave Philza his trident back, “Now, home.”

Wilbur didn’t often act as a proper older brother, only occasionally bringing out the “older brother voice”, but Y/N still tried to get back up. Trying to lunge for the trident. Steal it back. Fortunately, Wilbur caught them and just threw them on his shoulder which left them only able to drum and punch him in his back.

He immediately made sure to slowly jog the hill back down. Ignoring the writhing and yelling Y/N who just wanted to satisfy their curiosity! How dare he! How dare he care about their wellbeing and make sure they would be fine!

“What? You went down so easily, Y/N!” Tommy yelled out surprised as he watched Wilbur pass him and Techno, earning himself another soft slap to the back of his head. It didn’t hurt but did bring the message across.

All the while Philza was sighing, clutching the trident, slowly following his children down. Sometimes he wondered what he did to live through this kind of chaos while only on one life left.

“I’m gonna blow you up, Wil!” Y/N hissed as they continued to try to get out of his grip.

This time Techno softly bopped them on the head “Don’t even try it. Stop having a temper tantrum you are too old for this. It’s embarrassing. Besides, we are just making sure you are alright. I’m sure we can find other more safer ways to test out if you can become a charged creeper, well, charged Creeper Hybrid.”

This seemed to calm them down a little bit. A spark of hope burning in their eyes only for them to pout and look away “I mean, I guess.”

“But not today! You gave me an Ender damned heart attack, Y/N! Never do that again.” Philza spoke up, still making sure to keep the trident out of Y/N’s reach.

Y/N had to concede. There was no way they could get out of Wilbur’s grip like this, especially while they were surrounded by their family. Instead, they made peace with the fact that they wouldn’t get to test their theory today.

Still pouting once they were back inside their home, now in clean clothes and sitting close to the warm fire as Philza and Techno prepared some hot drinks for the family. Wilbur grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself while also enveloping Y/N. All of them being frozen from the storm outside.

Even still, they all got colds afterwards and Y/N felt a tiny bit guilty, though this got thrown out the window as soon as Techno announced he would start on helping researching ways to test Y/N’s hypothesis.

Wanting to do it correctly and as safely as possible.

It didn’t surprise neither Techno nor Y/N when Tommy asked to help as well, even if only to use the knowledge to plan up more schemes with them.

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt reader insert #mcyt x Y/N #dsmp reader insert #dsmp x Y/N #dream smp x Y/N #dream smp reader insert #sbi reader insert #sbi x reader #sbi x Y/N #ramza writes #anon request

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atsumuahh · 3 years

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“ SECRET LOVER ” dreamwastaken

characters !

dreamwastaken, wilbur’s twin!reader, technoblade, philza, tommyinnit, wilbur soot, karl, sapnap, georgenotfound, drista, tubbo.

summary !

when reader chooses the dsmp high everything seems to be great, but things gets complicated when her brand new crush turns out to be her oldest brother’s rival. it gets even more complicated when he asks her out.

warnings !

swear words, usage of dream’s real name

notes !

dream as a football team captain rent free in my head... and i’m also sorry that it took me so long to write… its almost 3k words and not proofread!

taglist !

@wilczachannn

it was easy to assume that you had been in your brothers’ shadows. techno, wilbur and tommy were talented, football players with great, great achievements. the only thing you wanted was a big change in your life, so when you graduated from the middle school and it came up to making a big decision on choosing high school, you chose the dsmp high – school located an hour away from your house.

you remember your first day at school. the day started awfully. tommy woke you up with a loud yell at – as you rightly guessed – wilbur, who stole his phone and texted to his crush. it turned out that you had twenty minutes left to get ready and leave for bus and not be late. well... you were late on the bus, but thankfully your dad promised he’ll drop you off at school.

phil couldn’t be more proud of you. for real, he knew how hard it was for you to choose different school from techno, wilbur and tommy (everyone know he’ll go after his brothers). you were miserable through your whole middle school, because no one ever noticed you as your own person, only as wilbur’s twin sister, techno’s younger sibling or the only sister of tommy. it cause you to slowly losing yourself and becoming a female version of your brothers. so when you spoke to him about the idea of the dsmp high, he couldn’t get happier.

fortunately, dad dropped you off fifteen minutes before your first period started. wandering around the new school, looking for people you had classes with. you looked at your phone and accidentally bumped into a tall, dirty blonde guy with painted nails and purple sweater.

“oh no- i’m so sorry!” he spoke kind of afraid he might hurt you. “you alright?” a worried ask left his mouth as he put a hand on your shoulder.

it turned out that his name is karl and you took same classes as him. well in fact the boy seemed to be pretty nice, chill and funny. you two were on your way to the biology class and jokes were in the air. you felt so delightful that you messaged wilbur and techno a small text saying you just made your first friend. as no one responded you hid your phone.

“don’t worry, bestie.” he beamed at you. “i’ll meet you with my other friends, if that’s okay. they’ll love you and you won’t have to worry about making ones!” karl whispered into your ear and you couldn’t hide a soft smile that formed on your face.

as he said, he did. it was your lunch pause so he led you to the cafeteria. the idea of sitting at the table with people you didn’t know was.. terrifying but at the same time, so exiting. you felt like your heart skipped a beat when a guy called dream showed up with his best friends george and sapnp.

he was so handsome that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. looking at him was just so pleasing that you were kinda mad that he was karl’s friend so you couldn’t really sigh over him. surprisingly, he turned out to be a nice guy as well. you expected dream to be a completely jerk and an arsehole, but well you started to feel like you’d fall for him.

well… you were right. you fell for clay so deeply that just being around him was… stressing you out. he always cared about you, through your whole freshman year he was so cute and it was hard not to fall.

sophomore year started in a very… unexpected way. you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks, because you have lived so far away, but it didn’t make your brand new friends group to fall apart. you wouldn’t be so surprised if they organized a meet after classes but… well it was a meet, but only with clay. in a shortcut – he took you on a date.

“i missed you so much, y/n/n” he smiled as he shyly took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. a small, timid smile formed on your blushed face. “fuck… i like you, i have a huge ass crush on you, okay? i-i just don’t wanna mess up our friendship… so please tell me if you don’t feel same” clay spoke with shaking voice, not giving you a sight.

maybe it was the adrenaline that boosted you up, or your inner self just wanted to do it, but as his confession ended, your lips gentlt pressed his. clay was… well shocked is a good word, clay was shocked, but he pulled you in even closer and that’s how you ended up making out in the park.

you were thrilled to the gills and you almost told your brothers about clay. almost, because you heard techno’s talking about a match against the dsmp high. well it wouldn’t be such a big thing if you hadn’t heard dream, and well oh well. words weren’t too nice.

“hi… are you free?” you said softly, sitting on your bed. you were frightened – what if they don’t like each other? what if… wilbur and tommy also don’t like him? “you know techno, right? technoblade minecraft?” a quiet ask left your mouth as you sat under the tree in your yard.

“yes, unfortunately.” his response made you thought that you had annoyed him. “wait, why you’re asking? did he hurt you or something?” dream didn’t let you answer as he added i’m gon’ kill him under his breathe.

“noo, don’t worry” you clutched your head and sighed. “he’s… my brother, older brother, actually”. silence between you two were clearly killing you, but you couldn’t be one to break it. he had to say something.

“oh my fuck” you heard his shocked voice and chuckled in response. “it doesn’t matter. you’re the one i fell in love with, not he. i know you’re worried, but everything will be alright.”.

“i hope so” his laughter calmed you. “i’ll call you later so we can fall asleep on call okay? dinner’s ready”.

”it’s kinda forbidden love, isn’t it?” george laughed as he wrapped his arm around you with a cute smile. brown haired boy was waiting along with you at your whole friends’ group. “y’know… techno is your brother and also a rival of your boyfriend… it’s exciting”.

you almost gasped at his words. it felt so silly and people would probably find it meaningless, but you couldn’t hide a smile that appeared on your face. he didn’t say techno’s sister like everyone from the middle school would say, george said that he’s your brother.

“as long as i love her, nothing else really matters to me” clay’s voice was so sweet that you almost melted under it. he was right, there’s no reason to overthink – you love him and it’s the only thing that matters.

“yeah, you should definitely tell him that at the match on saturday.” oh my fucking god, a match. the elimination match between the dsmp high and the lmanburg high. you were completely between a rock and a hard place.

“fuck, i forgot about it.” wrapping his arms around your body, dream felt how stressed you began to get. he also felt when your body unwittingly started to shake. “he’ll hate me, so will wilbur and tommy.”

“aren’t they already hating you? like- you barely talk to them at home, so… what’s the problem?” sapnap asked shrugging. well, he was right – techno lost his interest in talking to you and unfortunately wilbur and tommy took their cue from him, and the only person you had talked to was your dad.

“you’re coming to our match, right?” karl asked with a nervous smile forming on his face. it was his first match ever on the team – you couldn’t not be there. “it doesn’t who will you cheer for, just be there, okay?”

“karl, of course i will be there” you smiled at him, trying to hide your increasing stress that almost made you pass out. “please win this, okay? it’d be too hard to look at your miserable faces.”

tommy had always been your favorite of them all. as a child he wouldn’t let you go and sometimes it was obviously burdensome, but you loved it. you loved how he cared and now you missed it. he wanted, but he couldn’t talk to you, techno and wilbur would be pissed if he did.

he wondered about telling you how well he made friends in high school along with tubbo. about all of the funny jokes he made. he just wanted to be a teenager that shares cool memories with his older sister, but for now his brothers were too proud to apologize.

“wil, are you sure we should do that?” he asked, uneasiness appearing on his pale face. he genuinely missed his big sister that always helped him with his homework, with choosing cool outfits to impress girls, helped him, when he argued with tubbo. “she looks so miserable. even dad is worried!”

“we have nothing to do with her miserableness. she left us first. now, she can go and fuck herself” wilbur had never acted lke that before, so surprised tommy just frowned at him and shook his head in hopelessness. something was off and he would like to know what. to repair it.

his stomach rambled and it was time for a snack. tommy was about to came in, but he heard a bit of a conversation between philza and his only daughter.

“yeah, they do kinda hate me” she shrugged, not letting her tears fall. “uhm… clay proposed that i could stay at his. you know, dad. until… they start talking to me again.” long sigh left her mouth as she clutched her head in hands, right before he noticed tears. tommy couldn’t do more, so he got back to his room not letting anyone in later that evening.

it’d be a lie if someone said that tommy wasn’t stressed out. his first game was in a few minutes and his sister was nowhere to be found. “she has better things to do, i disappointed her - i shouldn’t be so shocked.”

when he saw her, he felt relieved. she was there to support him in his first game in high school ever, but as he watched her, slowly drifting away, looking for someone different in the crowd of people, he was hurt.

“i can’t believe you really choose to avoid the affection from dream for today, because your brothers are here. you should fuck them three” sapnap laughed, looking over your shoulder at tommy. “two. he looks hurt as well as you.” you know he was, but he didn’t do anything because the pressure techno and wilbur put on him, was killing him inside.

“y/n you came!” karl cried out, running towards you and sapnap. he hugged you tight and smiled softly, giggling noiselessly. “did y/n’s brothers saw it? i was literally her ride.”

“excuse me, you did that on purpose?” george laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. you joined him, but you stopped when you saw tommy’s upset, frightened face. it wasn’t only karl’s first game – it was tommy’s as well.

“i gotta talk to him” you sighed exhausted of the whole drama around you and your brothers. or just around you, wilbur and techno. your little brother had nothing to do with it. “tommy, hi” you started a bit nervous, feeling the tension betweet you two. and firstly, you thought he will just go away, but you gasped as he hugged you tight.

“i missed you so much” he whispered so anyone could hear but you. soft smile showed up on his face, making it way more brighter. “thanks for coming here, i know it’s rought between you and wil. he’s kinda mad but everything will be fine, i know that.” you wrapped arms around his torso and smiled widely.

“you’ve got this, okay tommy?” you brushed his hair. in response you got a growl and loud laugh after. “if you win or if you lose, it doesn’t matter, because i will still love you, but i’ve gotta go back to my friends.” you beamed and left tommy as soon as you saw wilbur storming towards you.

me: can’t wait to see you on the field :)

you felt like melting, when dream looked at you with his happy, excited face. you were so proud of him – he was the captain of the school football team and it was known that he has a sport scholarship. despite your brothers’ presence, you planned to show clay some support and you painted a medium #21 on your black, denim jacket.

clay: can’t wait to see you on my bed, right next to the trophy i’ll get as a captain.

he hadn’t lie. you sat on his messy bed, in his messy bedroom, talking to his younger sister drista. she was adorably bewitching. she was a bit younger than tommy, but thankfully she wasn’t as loud as him. you laughed after hearing her awful joke.

“so… you’re living here by now?” she asked curiously, frowning. her eyes scanning your, now, blushed face, waiting on the answer. “please, i cannot stand his my-girlfriend-lives-so-far-and-i-can’t-sneak-into-her-room-and-kiss.” she rolled her eyes, but smile widely.

“oh, yeah.” you blushed even harder as she laughed at your already blushed face. “i’m just worried if he’s okay with us hiding, you know? i mean– he could be with someone else, someone… someone better.”

drista didn’t know what to say and you knew she didn’t have to. you were scared – because of your situation that had place in middle school – he will just leave your for someone better, someone prettier, smarter, cuter.

unfortunately for you, clay had heard your every single word. he coughed, letting drista know that she should go. girl smiled at you before leaving you two alone. him, standing in front of you with only his sweatpants on. “y/n” he started as he got closer.

“i- i- can not tell i know how you feel or how you should feel. and-and i genuinely do not care about anyone else but you. i love you, okay dumbass?” he sat as close as possible and beamed softly.

“you won’t replace me?” the whole thing between you and clay was terrifying you so much. is he lying about his feelings? is he really in love with you? or maybe you’re just a bet? you almost shook your head as the thoughts began to overwhelm you.

he wouldn’t do that. and if he would, some of his friends (yours as well) would kill him. you couldn’t be more happier at the moment. your boyfriend had just told you that he loves you for the very first time, you made amazing friends that would kill for you and vice versa, but there was one thing you had to fix. the relationship with techno and wilbur.

“i could never replace you, love”.

“you sure you wanna do it?” clay asked, gently rubbing your thigh with his thumb, sitting in the front seat of his car. you were about to tell your whole family that clay dream is your boyfriend. the guy your older brother claimed to hate. lots of fun, right?

you nodded unsure, getting out of the car. it was your first time seeing your brothers in over a month and – boy, oh boy – you were terrified. did they miss you? did they even notice you were gone? you wished they did. you weren’t even able to ring the doorbell, because tommy opened the door with a huge grin.

“i’ve been waiting for you.” he confessed, closing you in a tight hug. he let you off as soon as he noticed smiled dream standing right behind you. “and who are you, mister?” suspicious question left tommy’s mouth.

“i’m y/n’s boyfriend, clay” dream beamed at tommy as he let you in. shock finding their way onto his face was… quite hilarious. he mumbled something under his breathe, but you couldn’t catch it.

as soon as you got onto the dining room, you saw wilbur, techno and dad setting the table. tommy coughed, couldn’t hide his happiness. his sister is back and he can’t let her go ever again.

“hi…” you started, your voice getting shaky. “i wanted to explain some things and it’d be a pleasure if you would accept my new boyfriend, especially technoblade.” dream took your sweaty with nervousness hand to calm you. he knew it was tough for you, knowing that him and techno are rivals. “this is clay and i know you know him, and you’re not on the good terms, but please just… finally talk to me, because i miss both of you and i’d love to have either my brothers and boyfriend close as possible.” you finished glancing at techno and wilbur.

“y/n, i’m just sad you didn’t want to go to same school with me. you had never told me why, we were inseparable and everything changed within days.” wilbur was first to answer you. his dejected voice made you crying. you missed him, his voice, his advices, his presence around you. “everytime i woke up, you were already running on the bus and we didn’t have a chance to talk.”

“i- you- you’re right. i should’ve told you why did i choose the dsmp high. i did, because i began to lose myself, everyone saw me only as your sister and i started to think that i do not matter anymore. i had to change it and i had to show everyone that i’m not just yours and techno’s sister, but i’m my own persona.” wil stood up and got closer to you. your tears convinced him that you weren’t lying and he felt bad that he didn’t realize it sooner. “i’m so sorry”.

“no- no, i’m also sorry. i’m the one that should apologizing. you were just choosing your own path and i was mad at you, because of that. ‘m sorry y/n/n.” you smiled through tears and hugged him as tight as you only could.

“there’s no much drama between us” techno chuckled quietly, watching you and wilbur cuddling. “i already knew what’s going on between you two at the match. i just took wil’s side.” he shrugged and you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “well, it doesn’t mean i like you” he claimed glaring at your boyfriend. “i can tolerate you as long as you’ll treat y/n the best you can, otherwise i’ll kill you”.

“i agree and so does tommy” your twin added, looking dream dead in the eyes.

“maybe we’ll stop the death threats here and start eating?” your dad proposed with a cheerful smile. his kids were finally getting along again, he couldn’t be more proud or happier than at the moment.

“it went so well” you whispered delighted. you were snuggling with dream on your bed, some time after the dinner ended. phil suggested that he could stay for the night, so they can get to know him better.

tommy was thrilled to the bones about the fact that now, he has a new friend, older than him, and also a captain of the football team, so he could teach him how to play better. wil was… well wil. he made sure that dream didn’t have any wrong intentions and techno just couldn’t care less if you were happy with him. he even suggested that they should bury the hatchet and move on.

“i haven’t said that to anyone yet, but i love you” you said, almost skipping a bit when he held your head and gently kissed you.

“well, you already know that i’m head over heels in love with you. and it won’t ever change” he said and kissed you one more time.

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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