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god1ngs · 3 years

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the hunt —

+ synopsis: when you get a chance to escape, you take it

+ contains: yandere themes, yelling, lots of philza content, two mentions of drugs, swearing, technos house is not accurate (tell me if i missed anything)

+ yandere philza / reader, yandere wilbur / reader, yandere techno / reader ; 2.3k words

+ note: this is a part two to the man by the lake !! i know its kinda short haha sorry !! i hope you enjoy tho :)) its mostly philza content hahaha

+ masterlist ; tmbtl: pt1

ever since you were drugged, you've been in the dark small room. you had no idea of where it was hidden or how you even got in, you only knew the four stone walls. over the course of time you've been in the room, the most contact you had with any of the three men was philza.

he came and gave you food, as well as new clothes from time to time. he'd allow you to change with his back to you, although seemingly risky on his part, what could you do? you've been down here for weeks with your arms tied, and phil was a lot stronger than anyone should mistake him for.

you were grateful for the kinder of the three. the other two, wilbur and techno, hardly came down. or at least wilbur hardly came down. philza, whenever he would come down, would say that wilbur's just been busy. at least you didn't have to see him.

techno was the one who scared you the most though. sometimes whenever he'd come down, he'd be scarily quiet. he'd come and sit down right beside you, putting his head in his hands and muttering. you never knew what it meant, but it's the only time you've felt bad for him.

in the middle of your thoughts, you didn't notice the trapdoor opening and the ladder creaking. philza came down the ladder, holding a bowl of fruit and a small glass of water. he balanced the two carefully as he came down, setting the two items down on the desk in the corner.

he closed the trapdoor behind him, blocking the majority of your main light source. you jumped at the sudden darkness, looking around in a panic. you were met with philza's kind smile, along with the bowl of different fruits and water.

"there you go, mate. thought you might be hungry." philza said, putting the bowl of fruit and the glass of water in front of you. from his pocket, he brought out a small key, unlocking the chains from your hands. that's another reason why you liked philza.

he unchained your hands whenever he fed you, allowing you a little bit of time to stretch. unlike wilbur and techno, who always fed you themselves. he sat down on the floor in front of you, pocketing the key.

if only you could get your hands on that key.

philza leaned back on his hands, smiling over at you. sky blue eyes were all too kind as they stared at you, you hesitantly picking up some of the fruit. "techno grew the fruit," philza explained, talking so unexpectedly nonchalant. "he's always liked to farm."

you examined the fruit, your eyes narrowed. as if the fruit had poisoned, that any bite could bring you to death's door. philza laughed, sensing the hesitation. "dove, if we wanted to kill you, we already would've."

he was right, but what if he was just tricking you? you glanced between the blond and the piece of fruit, taking a bite a moment later. nothing happened in the few moments, leading you to practically inhale all the other pieces.

"woah, mate, calm down. you'll throw up if you eat too fast." he guided, taking the bowl of fruit away from you and handing you the water. "guess we should feed you more, eh?" he joked, although you only stared at him.

how could you talk to someone who drugged you?

philza nudged the glass of water towards your mouth, telling you to take a sip silently. reluctantly, you took a sip, clearing your throat. it felt nice to finally have some water. philza set it down for you, sighing.

you rubbed your wrists, happy to have them free, even if for a little bit. you almost wanted to strike and try to escape, yet you didn't have a plan and would undoubtedly get caught. you couldn't escape just yet, but you also wanted to know why.

"why would you help them?" you asked, your voice weak and your gaze set on the floor. philza shrugged as he looked up, avoiding your gave just as you were avoiding his. he didn't answer for a few moments, thinking over his words.

"if it's something wil and techno want, then it's something i want, dove. i have no grudge against you, but techno and wil asked me to help, and so i planned the drug." he told you, only shrugging. he didn't seem to care about you, only wilbur and techno.

why would he care about you? you shook away the thoughts creeping up in the back of your mind, choosing to stay silent. "lately, i've taken an interest in you too though, dove." he blurted, immediately regretting the words.

your face burnt at the words, stammering. you acted like a school girl with a crush, internally groaning. philza ushered to take the nearly empty glass of water and the empty bowl out of the room, climbing up the ladder carefully.

the trapdoor shut with a slam, and then you were alone again.

except philza forgot to chain your hands back up. you stared at your hands, glee crossing your face as you held your hands up. near you, you had noticed a small line of metal, curling at the bottom. how convenient.

you reached to get it, grunting as you finally acquired the little piece of metal in your hands. you were actually doing it. you would've laughed if you weren't trying to be quiet. you put the metal inside the lock of the chain around your ankles, twisting and turning.

like a miracle, the lock clicked open an you struggled to get out of the chains. you stood up, getting dizzy quickly. you leaned back against the wall, blinking before standing back up. who knew how long you'd have before philza realized he had left you unchained?

the table, loaded with swords and shears, had been your best hope. you took one of the daggers, you couldn't carry anything too heavy. it'd weigh you down. you climbed the latter, the dagger being in the waist of your pants.

no surprise, there was a lock on the trapdoor as well. you groaned quietly, lock picking the lock. it took a few minutes, but you opened the trapdoor carefully, looking out to make sure no one was there. you couldn't see anyone, meaning it was your time to go.

you scurried up on the floor, gently shutting the trapdoor behind you. you made sure to be as quiet as possible, gripping the dagger in the waist of your pants. just in case. you waited, listening, and after not hearing anybody, you decided it was time to run.

silently, you ran through the house, your eyes wide as you examined everything. adrenaline coursed in your veins. you were ecstatic that finally, after being in there for god knows how long, you were finally getting out. you could finally return to your normal life.

brewing stands lined the multiple furnaces placed against the door, along with the multiple chests placed against the back wall. it was cramped in here. noticing what you hoped was the front door, you looked out of the window in beside the door.

connected by a bridge, you noticed there was a small cottage in front of this house. you could see blond hair through one of the windows, your heart racing: philza. he was here. what if he caught you?

the dagger seemed to cut into your skin as you reminded yourself that you've come this far and endured this much, you wouldn't let a measly man stop you from getting out of this hellhole.

you gently opened the door, wincing. you hoped this door wasn't creaky. thankfully, it wasn't and, with philza's back to the window facing you, you got out of there hastily.

there was a fence around the area, along with several beacons and a variety of farms. the cold wind of the tundra swept across your face, letting you laugh ecstatically. you were finally outside.

however, your victory couldn't last long. you were still in the same area as the two, still able to get caught. you went through an exit way, heading to the left of the house you had been in.

the purple glow of the nether portal lit a new sort of fire in your chest, adrenaline rushing through you. you ran towards it, the promise of escape right at your fingertips. you'd finally be free.

until two people stepped outside of the nether portal, wilbur and techno. your blood ran cold, as the eyes of the brunette widened at the sight of you. techno looked surprised, yet quickly adapted to the situation.

"go get phil," you heard him order. "i'll get them." techno, with his eyes trained on you, pulled out his sword from its sheathe. and then you ran.

you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, going straight into the forest next to you. you ran through the thick trees, your breath heavy and your heart racing. you just wanted to go home.

all you wanted to do was go home.

"you can't hide from me." you heard techno's voice echo, loud and demanding. "the chase is exciting for me, little one. run while you still can."

fear strikes through your heart, your breath speeding up as you ran. you didn't want to be with them anymore, to be trapped in a basement for weeks on end. the too familiar concrete walls made faces at you as you sat there.

you heard leaves crunching behind you as you sprinted, trying to get away from the pink haired man. "you know," you heard his vice, bouncing off of the large trees. "if you come out now, we'll all go easy on you for your punishment."

you nearly stopped, but the adrenaline rushing through you was too much to stop. you could get away from techno, you know you can. you just need to outrun him in the forest, or at least hide until he gets bored.

it wasn't long until you heard wind dart past you, the force causing your hair to go in your face. swiping your hair out of your face, you gasped as you saw what caused the gust of wind.

philza. he was flying ahead of you, his large black wings outstretched. they flapped in the wind, leaving a trail of gusts of air behind him. you hid below one of the trees, your heart racing. your legs ached.

"no, you can go further." you mumbled to yourself, beginning to run again. you kept a look out for the sky, making sure philza didn't swoop in. your heart pulsated in your ears as you ran, the pressure of three men following you. how would you get out of this one?

with each rustling in the bushes, you felt your heartbeat get louder. you couldn't let any of them catch you. with philza hunting you now, no doubt wilbur was as well. you only wanted to live a normal life, to be by yourself, and then all of this happened.

why you? you shook your head; you couldn't dwell on unanswered questions when you needed to run. you panted as you hid behind a tree, catching your breath. your legs begged you to take a break, yet taking a long enough break would surely be your last.

"you can't run from us, darlin'." techno shouted, the closeness of his voice making you jump. you had to run. you pushed off of the tree, stomping on the snow beneath your boots as you ran. you ran until you saw a clearing ahead of you, your eyes widening.

you were almost there. you were so close to the village you could barely see in the distance, hardly seeing the outline of a building amidst the fog, getting closer as you ran towards it. the sun felt good on your shoulders, your lips turning upwards in a smile.

finally! you were finally free!

you rolled on to the ground, tumbling as something tackled you. large black wings enveloped you and, before you could even hear a voice, you already knew who it was. philza, getting off of the ground, narrowed his eyes at you.

"are you fucking kidding me!? all you needed to do was sit there, and then when i leave you go and run off!" he hissed at you, venom lacing his words. you sat there on the ground, shaded by philza's wings. you just wanted to go home.

"techno and wil are going to kill you." philza told you and, at that moment, you didn't know if he was serious or not. moments later, techno and wilbur came out of the forest, both looking on high alert. they calmed down as they saw you with phil, yet you could make out the annoyance in their gazes all the same.

techno sneered as he saw you, wilbur walking up in front of you. fear flowed through your being, attempting to back away from the brunette. "oh, dear," he shook his head, grabbing your hand. "you know you wouldn't be able to get away from us, so why try? it was pointless, love. and now you're forcing us to get you in trouble."

your hand ached from the tight grip wilbur had, red marks showing up. your breath hitched and tears welled in your eyes, trying to back away from the man. "i just wanted to go home!" you wailed, snatching your hand away from wilbur's. you held your head in your hands, rocking yourself back and forth.

philza sat down beside you, tucking you underneath one of his wings. "this is your new home, dove." he muttered, and you sobbed as you realized he was right. under the harsh gaze of wilbur and techno, you sobbed for the freedom you lost.

the warmth of philza had caused you to try to push away from him, mumbling about how you didn't want to go to sleep. he only pulled you in again, shushing you. wilbur smiled at you, deceivingly perfect. techno held his firm gaze on you, and then your eyes shut.

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onslaughtsqueen · 3 years

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Wilbur x reader

When you died, you woke up on a train. Confused you stand up moving to the glass only seeing black then the train stops. The doors open You run towards it and I get pushed back, You look over seeing someone get on the train but on a different cart, moving to the door to the other cart finding it locked. You sigh and sit down and start to cry, bring your knees to your chest. You hear foot steps you look up, seeing someone else, you reach out and ur fingers just go through them. Then the train jolts and keeps moving. You look out the window but then you see white lights, you move closer to the window finding the train looks like it’s moving through space you don’t know if you should feel amazed or scared “ isn’t it beautiful “ you turn ur head jumping back. You look up seeing “ WILBUR “ you hug him tightly and he gently rubs your back “ how did you end up here kid” you cry lightly “ I don’t remember Wilbur, I don’t know how I ended up here. I was running and I fell then I woke up here “ your eyes widen “ am I dead “ he sits down nodding, tears fill your eyes and you shake “ Wilbur, I don’t like it here “ he takes your hand “ it’s not all bad y/n, come on “ the Train pulls to another station and he pulls you off, you look around the subway seeing lost souls either sitting on a bench or moving onto the train, he leads you up the stairs you see signs on the wall, you couldn’t read them tho confused you look up the stairs and walk onto a street but you see that the stairs you went up lead to clouds you turn your head seeing a large building “ what’s that Wilbur “ he hums and walks over the clouds away from the building “ that building is for the good people y/n “ you reach out for Wilbur and and he smiles taking it, your head hangs low “ was I not good Wilbur” he shakes his head “ you were great y/n just I’m not allowed in there, you could go “ you look back at the building and shake your head “ I wanna stay with you “ he smiles as we get further away from the building, he leads you to another building. It was older and I could see people souls move around the windows and outside, i walk with Wilbur up a couple stairs. He moves to a door and opens it. I walk in and look around then you see jschlatt holding a beer and leaning in his chair “ he Wilbur where did you go “ he gets up and Wilbur hums “ to meet a soul that shouldn’t of died “ jschlatt turns and laughs seeing you “ Y/N HAHA” you look up at him “ how did you end up here “ Wilbur moves forward “ she’s not supposed to be here” he points to the other building “ her soul is pure, she supposed to be there” jschlatt shrugs his shoulders “ makes since, what happened to you kid” you rub your arm “ I can’t remember “ Wilbur sits on the red couch with a hole in the side, you move to the glass and look out at everything and then you feel a heavy pull and you hold your chest and coughing, Wilbur gets up “ y/n, y/n” you look out the window and things go dark, you wake up again at the train cart but it’s not connected to any, you look yo the door and see a figure outside “ Y/N “ they yell, you get up walking towards the door seeing the smiling mask you knew who it was “ dream “ he pulls the mask off smiling and hold out his hand “ come on home “ you look back at the cart and place your hand in his. A loud boom can be heard and your back in your body. You jolt up gripping your chest and look around seeing your in a unfamiliar room, philza rushes through the door talking but you couldn’t figure out “ he did it, he did it “ philza hugs you tightly and kiss your head “ my sweet y/n “ confused you just cry and grip his shirt. “ what happened “ he rubs your back “ you died y/n “ you close your eyes “ wait where’s dream “ philza looks confused “ in prison y/n why “ you get up quickly and just start running and running towards the jail. Sam looks at you confused “ YOUR ALIVE “. You look over “ YES” he hugs you tightly “ can I see Dream please “ he some how agrees and you stand on the plate form and set onto the other side the lava falls and Dream looks at you, you hug him and

he hugs you back “ thank you” he laughs “ your not supposed to be here y/n, I brought you back for your family “ you look up “ I understand thing with other people are screwed up but I really don’t want you to be here “ he smiles tilling his head and hug me “ go home y/n “ you look through the lava “ sam “ he lifts the lava and you look at dream he hands you a book “ I want to know what you saw y/n “ you nod. Leaving the prison. That day made you look at life completely different.

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koi--kai · 3 years

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After my accidental Nap, I am b a c k >:D Me, 👑 Anon, I mean with that lmao

Firstly, tho of course!!🥺 I‘ve always loved seeing People with Neopronouns and everyone who uses them is so valid and amazing albfns

Secondly! Onto the Request 👉👈

Might I request a Wilbur x Winged!Reader ( In-Game obviously since,,Wings- :> ), like they have big Wings that they can actually fly with- but they get hurt at some Point, maybe someone-/thing hurt & made them unable to continue flying now and Wilbur is the one to find them injured like that?

It‘s fine if not!! I‘m just,,mmm, so soft for Winged!Reader xD ( and sorry for it possibly being confusing, being sleepy & writing is 👁 )

Thank you!! :D your pronouns are cool as hell 2!! Also, from what I understand, Wilbur and the reader haven't met before that? So I'm doing it that way, if you mean that they have met before, send another ask to lmk so I can write something for that! :) also my go-to is headcanons so I'm going with that, again, lmk if you want something else!! ^^

Pairing: Wilbur x winged!gn!reader

Genre: ah,, romantic (? You don't end up together), comfort (sorta?), angst if you squint and tilt your head

Pronouns: they / them

Warnings: mentions of blood, harm, injury, panic and worry, cursing, but dw it ends okay!! :)

Summary: while looking for a new place to stay, your wings get shot, but a brunette finds you. Despite his panic of finding you in this state, he seems nice.

Extras: reader has wings, sorta SBI!family x reader (platonic) but everyone has relatively short intros, sorry if it got too long!! Not proof-read

irl / in-game

So, you decided you were ready to move out! Yay!

One problem: you didn't have a place to go

So you went searching for a nice place to build

It turned night soon enough, since when has the day been so short?? You've been looking for a place for a lot longer than intended :(

You let out a sharp and short lived scream before gasping as two sharp pains in your right wing, one right after the other, the second one hurt more, then you start going down

You try using your left wing to slow the fall but there's only so much you can do, even with wings as big as yours

And fate wasn't too good on you today, because you ended up hurting your left wing in a tree

Wonderful. /s

You scoot up against a tree and fold your left wing since nothing was protruding from it, so you could hide better

You looked at you other wing, the arrow that was almost all the way through your wing, you assumed was the second, more painful sting

Pain still shot through you body, but you know you had to remove the arrows to bend both wings to hide, at least until night was over, you could find help in the morning

You tried to get up to find a safer space but it hurt to move and you were lightheaded to you stayed at the tree and tried to make yourself as small as possible

Most of the time you loved your wings, their uses, how soft they were, how different they made you, etc

But right now all you could think was "curse these dumb wings."

Wilbur was collecting fire wood and was about to head home, as the sun had already set and he didn't want to get into a situation he couldn't get out of (aka, being cornered by mobs)

At least that was his mindset until he heard a scream and snapping branches soon after, then his mind shifted into panic

Who was that? Why ate they out at night? Why didn't he recognize the voice? Why'd they scream??

OH WAIT NIGHT = MOBS, MOBS = HARM, FUCK!!

He ran in the direction of the yelp, not thinking fast enough to drop the wood so he could run faster, so he carried it with him

He saw a human curled against a tree

Wait no, not human,, they had wings, really big ones at that!

Though he could tell they were in pain, the red of their blood in their wings seemed a much harsher contrast to the white than it should've been in his mind

Slowly, wilbur set the wood down, making sure to not make too much noise to scare you, but just enough to let you know he was there, if you were awake

He assumed you were though, if your sharp breathing was anything to go by, it was almost as if you were scared of causing more pain if you took too long of a breath

And yet, the soft wood clanking still made you jump, Wilbur winced, he hadn't meant to scare you

"hey, are you okay? Do you need help" wilbur questioned. Look at them of course the need help!! Stupid question.

You nodded anyway, "yes, please"

"okay, um can.. Can you stand?"

Despite trying and failing earlier, you tried again, maybe the outcome would differ from last time

You gripped the tree as your body tried bringing you back to the ground, you glanced over at the stranger and averted you eye immediately, shaking your head, your face heated up with embarrassment

Wilbur nodded "would you be able to if I helped you?"

"maybe?" your simple reply came, confused, but simple

He was by your side, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and his arm went around your waist, making sure it avoided you wings and his hand was in a respectable position

You two started to walk, him doing most the work, as shock and pain made it harder for you to do much, but you tried your best

"so, I'm wilbur, nice to meet you" the brunette smiled

You smiled back "I'm y/n, nice to meet you too, wilbur! Thank you so much for the help"

"I couldn't just leave you! We're heading to my house, I hope that's okay?"

You nodded an agreement

The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, only speaking up sometimes, mostly to warn you about up coming obstacles so you didn't trip, fall, or anything else that could worsen your state

When you got to the house, he looked at you "loud noise incoming" wilbur warned before opening the door

You heard yelling from another room, it wasn't too loud.

"DAD" Wilbur yelled

A blonde man, who also had wings entered soon after "yea- oh, hello!" he waved at you

You waved you hand with a smile

"I found them while getting fire wood, their wings are injured! Please help them!"

He nodded and invited them in to sit down

The winged man told Wilbur to get a first aid kit, he immediately left to grab it

The yelling from the back half of the house stopped and you heard footsteps, whoever was back there must've noticed the commotion from the front half

Another blond appeared from the hallway "what's going on? WHO ARE YOU???"

his voice raised when directed at you, you didn't take offence, considering the yelling earlier, you assumed he just tended to yell

"Tommy, quiet down, and this is our new guest for a couple of weeks" the man with wings motioned for you to introduce yourself as he took the first aid box wilbur brought

"I'm y/n" you said smiling

Tommy looked around like he wasn't sure what to say or do, then nodded, waved, and left

Another pair of footsteps, these were heavier and sturdier than Tommy's, then a pink haired man(?) came into view

You weren't sure to refer to him as man, as you could tell he was clearly a hybrid with what you assumed to be a Piglin

He waved at you with a tilted head, you waved back as the man whose name has yet to be revealed to you worked on your wings

Wilbur stepped in "y/n, Techno, Techno, y/n" he said, referencing the person who he was referring to with his hands

"oh, and this is Philza!" wilbur introduced, changing his hand direction to face the man fixing your wings

Everyone seemed super nice, you smiled to yourself, thinking about how glad you were it was this family that found you instead of another. This would be a nice visit

#mcyt #mcyt writing #mcyt x reader #Winged!reader #gn!reader #wilbur x reader #Hurt / comfort #Tw harm #Tw blood #Injured!reader #Request #👑 anon

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osmpalliumduo · 3 years

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Catch me if you can, bitch!

Healer Tommyinnit au! small drabble

Tommy knows he is in deep shit this time, very deep fucking shit

Well, it isn’t exactly his fault, because nothing ever is tommyinnit’s fault, nothing, ever

“Fuck, shit, fuck” he takes a leap between buildings, jumping real high into the air before falling roughly against the floor “shit, fuck, shit” he gets up in a jump, going back to running

In retrospect, maybe it was his fault

but, who the fuck thinks calling himself “Ducky”? was a good fucking idea

It was almost like if he had asked him to make fun of him

“Come here you little shit!” The so called “Ducky” villain roars, voice vibrating with anger “I have wings you fucker! I’ll catch you!”

Tommy scoffs, maybe he has wings, but he isn’t fucking Philza Minecraft, he can’t fly, that’s just a bland lie

“Yeah sure mate!” Tommy grins, looking back at the man just for a couple of seconds and quickly regrets it, the villain had an ugly ass scar in his face

Tommy isn’t one to judge on looks alone but damn, the scar that goes from his eye to his mouth would be cool, badass, if he was a hero, but he isn’t so, it’s shit

“your face is fucking shit!” Tommy’s grin grows wider, catching just a glimpse of the villain’s face twist into rage before starting to run again between buildings

He knows the last building is close, he has ran through those roofs so many times, he knows he will have to jump again and Wilbur will scold the hell out of him

“You can’t jump off tall buildings whenever you want, Tommy, one day you’ll break a leg or something worse!”

Wilbur is a pussy, that’s why he can’t jump off buildings, because he is a massive pussy

“This is your end kid!” Ducky roars, watching as Tommy looked down at the end of the line of buildings, a fall of at least three flights “You, fucking Philza Minecraft’s kid, all of his kids are a menace!”

Tommy turns around to look at the ugly ass villain proudly to keep up with the title of the family. Being absolutely hated by big villains was something that came in the families blood, or so it seemed for how frequent they got in trouble

The guy “Ducky” grins and its fucking disgusting to see it, the scar on his eye that goes down to his teeth stretching in a repulsive way, Tommy would vomit at the sight of it, but he is a big, massive man, so he swallows that thought

“What? Cat got your tongue?” The villain teases, stepping closer to the kid, Tommy taking a few steps back towards the edge of the building “scared little child, you got nowhere to go now”

“No,” He replies, his heel digs into the pavement with a smirk, he looks up at the sky catching a glimpse of a black feather “I can jump.”

He leaps off of the ground, soaring high. Tommy lets out a noise of surprised euphoria and exhilaration, laughing in disbelief as he is momentarily suspended in the air

And suddenly, two strong arms catches him in the middle of the air, embracing him into a tight embrace, black obsidian feathers covering most of his sight

“Tommy holy fuck!” His father’s voice sweared in surprise, holding onto his son tightly “are you okay?”

Tommy just laughs, looking down at the villain who was standing in the top of the building, face pale as a paper

“Catch me if you can, bitch!”

He yelled out as his father carried him away to their home where he would surely get scolded for the next three hours

It doesn’t matter tho, Tommy, the marvelous, brilliant and handsome superhero doesn’t care about getting scolded

There’s more important things to think about like crimes and women, specially women

#healer tommyinnit au #tommyinnit #quackity was the villain if u didn’t get it lmao #quackity #philza #dream smp au #idk just a random thingy #of Tommy being a lil shit #mcytbr #dreamsmp

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dnfshield · 3 years

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okay im posting my first and most important syndicate!dream propaganda !! if people are interested ill def post the rest

and because I'm delusional all of this hinges on that I want dream to actually be upset and brocken 💔🥀 and desperately needing help and not wanting to let anyone help him because connections bad blah blah but I know cc dream doesn't have the range and is also a coward so I have to do everything for him

its under a read more bc its 1.4k words lmao

I think it takes dream a while to process being out of prison even though he should be taking advantage of his new freedom and new space. he spends a lot of time in his room just laying in his blankets or curled up under his bed or memorizing all the shelves of stuff techno left in the spare room. And philza and techno silently agree to make sure dream is getting socialization - knowing that he desperately needs the connection but is unsure how to go back to being ALLOWED to be around others. So they take turns going to his room at night and just finding literally anything to do in his presence. Phil likes to read the old books techno left in there. And when he sees dream peeking over he'll mutter something about how ""reading it out helps me think"" and will quietly read allowed to dream. Or he'll go sit at the desk with a creaky chair and write letters to the woman he loves, gushing over memories and sharing snippets of stories to dream. Phil sits there with a dopey smile and blushy cheeks and dream sits there letting his words sink in - knowing too late that he should never have convinced himself that pushing everyone he loved would somehow save him.

Technos more pacey- he likes to go in there and ""reorganize"" the miscellaneous objects he left in what was supposed to be a storage space turned bedroom. Sometimes it's stacks of pages ripped from old journals sometimes it's failed blueprints and plans sometimes it's old potion bottles that definitely got left a little too long and should NOT be opened - but whatever it is techno will grab it and ramble on about what he was thinking what he was planning why it didn't work and scramble to find an excuse as to why he's chosen to hoard whatever the object is rather than throw it away like a normal person. But dream just sits there and listens and asks questions or asks to hold whatever it is - honestly whatever he can do to keep techno from going to bed and leaving him in his room alone.

Lol okay the actual real important one that started all this is that dream eventually starts outwardly showing signs of distress when alone. At first he reeled when others would try to be around him. He still dealt with the conditioning of never being allowed to have regular visitors and being told everyone he ever knew wanted him dead. But once he realized Phil and techno were not only safe to be around but were happy to be around him he couldn't get enough of them. Dream lingers in the kitchen while philza cooks them all breakfast. He follows techno around while he haphazardly goes through chests looking for a specific enchanting book. He cracks his window so he can hear techno and philza laughing together while they sharpen their weapons on the porch :*) . And on especially bad days where something reminds him of the scorching lava flow or he gets turned around in a space too suffocatingly small he waits up because he knows philza or techno will come and wait with him at night.

And it's the evening that sam knocks on their door that sends dream into overdrive. The second techno opens the door and philzas eyes fall on Sam's armour Phil places a gentle hand on dreams back and ushers him to his room. Techno stands with his frame in the door physically keeping a barrier in-between sam and their home and eventually gets Sam to begrudgingly leave. But when philza goes to check on dream before bed it's obvious dream sat there listening to techno and Sam yell and threaten each other over his life. So Phil skips whatever ploy to keep dream company that he had planned and just sits on his bed with him. He doesn't even say anything besides the classic "it's alright please don't be scared" and "he's not taking you away from here" and "you're safe here, with us, you're safe with me and techno" and blah blah and with every passing whisper dream just drifts closer and lets philza be there with him and philza let's dream lean against him because he knows how badly dream needs the comfort and he's more than happy to be there for him ( -sobs- can philza become a better dad in canon we could've have had it all ) . God okay and finally the important part all of this had been leading up to

And after sitting there and letting dream lean on his shoulder and dodging dreams pleas to tell him how techno got sam off their property dream eventually quiets down. Every time dream stirs to break the silence philza squeezes his arm and let's him settle closer. Dream can barely keep his eyes open but when Phil tries to say goodnight and shift to stand up dreams eyes shoot open and asks if Phil's actually going to leave for the night because a million things are running through his mind. What if Sam only left to not cause a scene and plans to return after the others go to bed and take him with no one there to protect him. What if Sam only left to tell everyone where he is and return with a mob filled with the people dream himself made hate him. What if techno made a deal with sam - to return with diamonds or precious items in exchange to step aside and let dream he hauled away. But Phil only smiles softly and tells him that he's just gonna move to a new spot and dream just sits there and watches Phil settle at the headboard. Dreams eyes follow Phil's hand as he pats his stomach to becken dream to come lay down. Like okay guys please hear me out so dream settles with his head on philzas stomach kinda surrounded by Phil's legs like a little nest :-( while Phil just tells dream to relax and get some sleep. Phil's hand is a weight on his back and dreams just kinda melts. And as dream finally let's himself wind down he thanks Phil for being there with him. philza takes in a breath and whispers "of course" and after a silent beat as if saying it out loud would bring him back in time he tells dream "me and wilbur used to do this when he was younger"

And dream just tells him that he's sorry and that if he "could go back and change it he'd give anything, sorry for letting it go so far with wilbur" and philza tells him that he "knows wilbur is sorry too" and he knows how mentally unwell wilbur got and that he "wished he'd checked up after the letters stopped sooner" and dream doesn't want philzas to blame himself there's nothing he could have done to stop what wilbur and dream had started between each other but there's nothing dream could say to make philza understand that. So he just tangles a fist in philzas shirt and hopes a "none of this is your fault" in an exasperated voice will convey that enough. He gives philzas one more thank you for being here and with philzas hand tracing little movements on his back dream finally feels safe enough to drift off. Lol lol lol ooooooo okay

:*) Loool what if techno used to have a weekly routine of weapon care like just keeping them clean and sharpened and polished. but after he rescues dream from his isolation and torment from quackity, technos sitting in the living room and goes to grab his axe and dream starts panicking and immediately goes to apologizing and begging techno to tell him what he did wrong and promises he'll try better next time (even tho he didn't do anything :-( ) and techno does his best to assure him he didn't do anything, that he's doing perfectly fine and even if something came up his first instinct would not in fact be to pull an axe out on him and techno puts his stuff away and they just sit together :-( after philza gets home he and techno talk and agree it would be best they keep the weapons out of site unless it's absolutely necessary.

theyre sitting like this L

#syndicate!dream #dsmp #dream smp #dreamwastaken #philza #technoblade #okay that should be it in case ppl have those blocked #my posts #literally all i crave is hurt/comfort lol #feel free to add on i love attention

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Secrets - Dream SMP Drabble

WATERFALL (Part one) SUNSET (Part two)

A/N: Part 3 is finally here! So, bit of a update - this is indeed NOT the final part as I had planned, since there’s so much I want to cover about my own little backstory about two these two lovebirds, including how they get to the SMP. So, more parts to come, be on the lookout! Also, if you haven’t already, links to the two other parts should be above, please check them out if you’d like! Anyway, as always, enjoy!

TW: Arguing, secrets, surprise pregnancy, miscommunication, vomiting, cursing, roughhousing, injury (Not vv bloody tho). (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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“Alright boys, get down here, breakfast is ready!” Philza heard scampering and thudding footsteps on the stairs as both Tommy and Tubbo raced to the table, smiling and laughing all the way. Wilbur walked down next, the only one out of their pajamas as he sat with his notebook in front of him, scribbling ideas, notes, and lyrics. Technoblade was last, not exactly the morning person of the group, as he passed by his two younger siblings and ruffed their hair lovingly before sitting down with a yawn. Phil quickly set eggs in front of each of them, a warm loaf of bread at the center the baker delivered early in the morning. Techno murmured a sleepy ‘thanks’ as Philza set down a cup of coffee with his plate, and Wilbur got up to grab some orange juice for him and Tubbo, leaving it out so Tommy could pour his own as he insisted.

It was a nice feeling in the mornings with his boys, sitting and eating a nice breakfast as the sun began to rise over the horizon. Philza mused over just how much changed over the last few years - they adopted Tubbo, Technoblade and Wilbur were becoming adults - but yet, things still felt the same. The little family was silent as they ate, enjoying each other’s company as the world began to wake up just outside their windows.

Tubbo, to Philza’s relief, was not as chaotic as the rest of his siblings and was all around a responsible and kind soul - at least when he was alone. When Philza walked inside to Tommy and Tubbo covered head to toe in bee stings due to ‘showing dominance over the bees so they’ll be our pets’, he learned quickly that the two younger brothers together would spur on all kinds of trouble. Luckily, he was used to it from the elder two when they were around Tommy and Tubbo’s age. Philza chuckled remembering when Techno and Wilbur tried to corner that parrot to only run home with nothing but a bunch of scratches, bruises, and covered in feathers - he’d snapped a picture before they both cleaned up, both pink from embarrassment.

“So, I’ll be off today checking in and fixing up the garden, going into town for a while, and then going fishing if I have the time. I should be home by around sunset, though.” Philza declared, taking a swig of his morning coffee.

“Me and Tubbo are gonna go find Mothman and catch a couple of pet bees,” Tommy said. As Philza opened his mouth to respond, Tubbo interrupted.

“We’ll take our swords and be back by sunset.” Tubbo finished. “And we’ll make sure to follow the path and not get lost.”

Philza chuckled. “Good.” He smiled.

“Techno and I were gonna train for a bit - I think I’m getting close to beating him.” Wilbur said, and a loud ‘HA’ erupted from his older brother.

“You wish,” Techno smirked. “The day you beat me one on one is the day I give up eating potatoes.” The pig hybrid did love himself a baked potato, and Philza knew that all too well. Chatter spurred on amongst the family, and Philza just smiled, taking in the moment.

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“Jeez, is Techno some kind of mega pig demon?” Sally said, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her treehouse, across from Wilbur who looked a little worse for wear. “He went way too rough with you.”

“He didn’t mean to, he just got carried away.” Wilbur defended. “He felt really bad after, I kept telling him it was fine.” Wilbur let out a soft curse as the disinfectant soaked cloth ran over a particularly deep cut on his forehead, and Sally rubbed circles on the top of his hand in a loving gesture.

“Wil, it’s not fine, you got really hurt.” Sally’s tone turned serious, and Wilbur intertwined their fingers together.

“You’re scared.”

“No shit I am!” Sally yelled angrily before she took a deep breath to calm herself, continuing.. “Wilbur, sure you’re fine now but what if you got worse, and he didn’t stop? What if you got really hurt?”

“I know, I didn’t mean to worry you.” Wilbur gently squeezed her hand. “I promise we’ll be more careful.”

Sally placed a bandage on the cut on his forehead and planted a soft kiss on it. “Thank you.” Wilbur cracked a smirk as she faced him fully again.

“How bad’s the damage?”

Sally smiled back. “Just some bruises and cuts, a few days of healing and you’ll be fine. Don’t worry, you still look handsome.”

“Good thing, too,” Wilbur said jokingly. “My face and my guitar’s all I got going for me.”

“Oh please, Beanie Boy.” Sally smiled as she moved to cuddle closer to him, and his arms wrapped around her until they were both comfortable against the wall, Sally’s head leaned against Wilbur’s chest, the girl all too careful in her movements to make sure she didn’t hurt her boyfriend’s many bruises. “Did you win, at least?”

“He called a draw,” Wilbur said. “But, I did manage to use that weapon snatching tactic you taught me.” He laughed a bit. “He totally freaked.”

“Good,” Sally chuckled. “Someone’s gotta keep that pig on his toes.” Sally felt Wilbur shift a bit as he tensed. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore,” Wilbur said. “Why do I have a feeling I’m gonna regret most of the fight in the morning?” They both chuckled at the comment.

“I’m sorry, Do you want me to kiss it better?” Sally asked, looking up to her boyfriend in time to see a slight telltale pink on his cheeks. He nodded as Sally shifted to sit up more and began leaving some kisses along his arms wherever she saw a bruise, before leaning in to give him a soft peck on the lips where a small bruise was beginning to form.

“It’s almost sunset, I gotta get home or Phil will kill me,” Wilbur said, before tucking a long piece of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be back tomorrow, though.”

“Good, someone’s gotta help me refill my stash of supplies,” Sally said, smirking. “I’m all out of beetroot for bruise cream, if you haven’t heard.”

“Will do, my salmon,” Wilbur said, getting up, grabbing his sword, bag, and beanie before heading to the entrance.

“Be careful heading back, you’re still healing.”

“Gosh, you sound like Phil.” Wilbur chided sarcastically before Sally gave him a look. “I’ll be careful, I swear.” Wilbur pulled Sally in for a close embrace, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I love you, my salmon.”

“Love you, Wilby.” At the rarely used nickname, Wilbur’s heart melted as he muttered a simple ‘bye’ and climbed down the ladder.

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Sally didn’t understand what was going on, and she was mostly kind of scared. Standing over a bucket and puking as the sun rose up was not exactly a great sign. Neither was the weird soreness. Maybe she had some kind of flu or something? Either way, one thing was for sure - she didn’t like this, at all. Being a survivor and runner for years on end, she prided herself for being pretty healthy and knowing a lot of good healing tips and tricks to not slow herself down. Now, she felt ashamed. Weak.

She hoped it was just the flu. Grimacing, she swallowed the medicine and took some water and a snack on her way out - She didn’t want to be late for work. Her hair was a bit of a mess and she chewed a bit of mint to disguise the bad breath she gained from this morning. She felt awful but pushed the feeling aside. It must just be a bug or something, had to be.

When she was old enough, she started looking for a job in town to get some money and not have to worry about hunting every night. Sure, Phil always had a spot for her at the table, but even Sally knew how much he was stretched to the limit feeding five. Luckily, she found a pretty cushiony job at the trade center - where she and a handful of others settled disputes over what was a fair trade and what wasn’t.

As she worked she headed to steady herself every now and then when she felt sick or lightheaded. It just got worse as the days went on, and it got too much for her to ignore. She left early on sick leave and made a quick stop at the library before heading home, determined to figure out what was going on with her and fix it in whatever way possible. She settled in bed with some hot tea and opened the book: ‘Easy to Spot Ailments Hidden in Plain Sight’. At this point, she was fed up feeling horrible and just wanted it to end. Her head ached, her stomach churned with any bit of food she tried to get down. Her shaking hands flipped through the pages as she looked for what matched her list of symptoms in her head - Nausea, light-headedness, fatigue…

‘Pregnancy, in the early stages, is common to have morning sickness, fatigue, tender or sore muscles…’

Her eyes widened at the thought… pregnant…? She scanned the page intently and as it were - most of her symptoms she’d been suffering the past few weeks were right there. Her mind whirred with the thought of the possibility. Wilbur was still trying to find a job in town, and they haven’t even gotten their own space yet - they definitely were not ready. The shapeshifter’s thoughts turned to Wil - if it was really the case, how would he react? Maybe he’ll be done with her for good because of it, they took precautions but not enough, she didn’t do enough to stop herself from getting into this position. Wilbur wouldn’t be ready yet, she isn’t either - maybe he’ll ditch her for his own survival.

She wouldn’t blame him.

It took her a few moments to realize she was crying. Her head was clouded with so many doubts, fears and what ifs she didn’t even notice. She wiped her tears away. She needed to keep a clear head, she needed to stay calm. Maybe she wasn’t even pregnant, she had to check with the town healer to make sure. There was probably nothing to worry about anyway, and she’d have gotten so worked up over nothing!

Now, looking over the positive pregnancy test in the healer’s hut, all she could think was: ‘Shit.’

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Wilbur strummed a bit on his guitar as he sat cross-legged in his bed, Sally snuggled up in blankets next to him, humming constantly. “Have you been writing, Wil?”

“A bit.” Wilbur smiled. “Nothing concrete yet, I’m afraid.” Sally pouted slightly, her lower lip out just so, dramatic enough to make both of them laugh. “Sorry to disappoint, my number one fan. Maybe I could make it up by playing a song request…?”

“Love your songs, Wilby.” Sally said as she nuzzled to his side and he smiled.

“I know, my salmon.” Wilbur crooned as he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Now, what song do you wanna hear?”

“Hm… what about the pretty soft one?”

“You never remember the names, do you?” Wilbur joked as he checked and tuned up the instrument. Sally laughed.

“Never.” Sally said. “Luckily I don’t have to.” Wilbur began to strum a soft tune as he sang softly with the music, and Sally drank it all in with a smile, her heart feeling full.

“You and I

We’re different but somehow we fit.

And I promise you

No matter what, I’ll never quit.

Because you are the good days,

The tough days,

When I feel like I can’t breathe,

I love you, I hope you like me.”

Sally began to sing along as well, and when the song was done, Wilbur put his guitar down and cuddled Sally close. He wrapped his arms around her until she was completely comfortable and they both laid there, just content in each other’s arms. Though Wilbur could tell she was happy, he also could tell something else was up - she fidgeted every now and then, seemingly never comfortable. He knew her well enough to know when something was bothering her - the way her eyes focused too much on the blanket, lost in thought and her eyebrows furrowed were her telltale signs. “Okay, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing’s on my mind, I’m just tired.”

“You’re fidgeting, you’re staring into space - did something happen at work?” Wilbur asked, concerned. “If anyone’s bothering you-”

“No, no. Nothing’s going on at work.” Sally said. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Wilbur asked, and he couldn’t help but notice her hesitation.

“Yes…” She said before she looked around the room a bit, her body fidgeting more violently. “Where’s the bathroom again…?”

“Just down the hall.” Wilbur grew concerned as he noticed her shaking body rush out of the room. Did… did he do something wrong…? He heard the door quickly slam, and he couldn’t help but replay the events in his head over and over. Did he make her uncomfortable? Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to cuddle her, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“You okay?” Wilbur looked up to see Philza standing in the doorway casually, looking a bit concerned. That’s when WIlbur noticed how hard he was gripping the blanket on the bed, staring off into space.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I dunno if she is, though.” Wilbur said.

“I heard the slam.” Philza stated.

“Phil, how do you know if someone’s uncomfortable around you?” Wilbur asked, and Phil’s eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“I guess it depends on the person, sometimes you can tell by their body language... Why?”

“Sally’s been off, she’s not acting like herself. I’m worried about her, I know something’s causing her to be like this, and I dunno if it’s me.” Wilbur said honestly, and Philza’s face turned to a warm comforting smile.

“It’s not you, Wil. I know she loves you just as much as you love her.” Philza said, certain.

“If it’s not me…” WIlbur started. “Then what is it?”

“I don’t know, if I’m honest. But i wouldn’t worry too much over it, okay? I’m sure she’ll tell you what’s going on when she’s ready to.” Phil reassured him. As he told his son, he too tried to keep his worries at bay. He didn’t want to get in the middle of his son’s love life, but if something really bad was happening to the shapeshifter, Phil wanted to help.

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Philza tried to stay calm as the girl broke down into tears over the two words that spilled over her lips. Part of him wanted to scream, to scold… they were both in their early twenties, but Phil still saw them as kids, kids who didn’t know what to do and were too young to be parents yet. He was mad at them for not being careful, he was upset that Sally felt the need to hide it, and most of all he felt scared for both of them. For the first time in his life, Phil couldn’t protect them. He couldn’t just pull out his sword and fight it all and make all the monsters and scary things go away, and it scared him. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second to process, before handing the crying girl a tissue, doing his best to calm her.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I… I felt so ashamed that I let this happen, I-” Sally’s voice shook. “If Wilbur knew, he’d probably leave, I-”

“Hey.” Phil’s voice was stern but soft. “You couldn’t have done anything to prevent this, it isn’t your fault, okay?” Sally looked to the floor. Phil rubbed her trembling shoulders as a few moments of silence passed between the two. Phil looked firm. “You’ve gotta tell him.”

“No… no I can’t…” Sally said, images flashing through her head of his disgusted face, glaring at her coldy, telling her that if she really cared and respected him, loved him, she would have been more careful, telling her that he wasn’t willing to get dragged down into her mess, so she’ll just have to deal with it.

“Sally, he’s gonna figure it out eventually. Would it be better if you told him, or if he figured out you kept it from him too late?” Philza said.

“He’s done so much for me, I don’t want to burden him with this. He doesn’t deserve to pay for my mistake.” Sally said softly.

“But it’s not your mistake, it’s not ‘your’ anything, you can’t blame yourself for this.”

“Then who can I blame, Phil? Why did this happen, then?!” Sally snapped. “What am I supposed to do now… what can I do now?!” Silence once again engulfed the room as Phil sat and slowly took the shapeshifter’s hands in his.

“You know, when I figured out I was going to be a Dad, I was so scared. I was 22 with no stable job, moving from place to place, living off the land, that’s no way to raise a family.” Philza said, staring into space as he spoke, recalling the memory. “I learned a lot, then - like some things happen without a reason… bad things, but also really good things. Amazing things. And, I know that even now, I’m still scared about it all, but I know you’ll both get through it together just fine. You care too much about each other to let anything get in the way of that.” His gentle expression met hers. “What you’re gonna do now, is you’re going to breathe, finish your cup of tea, and relax. Then when Wilbur comes back from getting the honey with Tommy and Tubbo, you’re gonna look him in the eyes and tell him, even if you’re scared. Because as much as you’re afraid of losing him, he’s afraid of losing you, too.”

Sally swallowed thickly, nodding. “Then what?”

“Then, we’ll figure everything out together, okay?” Phil took his own tea cup in his hands and sipped, looking out the window as the sun began to set. Sally, with shaking breaths, sipped her tea as well as the two sat in a comfortable silence. When the door opened and shouts erupted from the hallway, Phil gave Sally’s hand one final squeeze before getting up and taking their empty tea cups to the kitchen.

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“Go. Take your mind off everything for a bit.” Philza had told him as he practically pushed him out the front door. “You can’t just be anxious, worried and cooped up in your room over a girl. Take a break.” When he tried to protest, Philza put his hand up, silencing him. “Besides, Techno’s too busy today to go with them, and someone’s gotta make sure they get home in one piece. Enjoy yourself and have fun, okay?”

Now, sitting under the cover of a bush, all three of them - Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo - looked over toward the bee’s nest. “Okay, what’s the plan here?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy smiled, a plan already forming in his mind.

“Okay, so you lure all the bees out with some flowers, while Wilbur and I get the honey. If it backfires..” Tommy hit his fist against his hand. “We’ll hit ‘em with Plan B.”

“What’s Plan B..?” WIlbur asked curiously.

“Well, it's a highly complicated-” Tubbo began.

“-and a simplistic plan that has always gotten us out of trouble so far.” Tommy said, which did not do much to help Wilbur’s new worries over Plan B.

Tubbo picked a huge pile of lilies and daisies and nervously walked closer while Tommy gave him a thumbs up from behind the bush. “You got this, Bee Whisperer!” He hashly said softly, while Wilbur looked over to him.

“Are you sure this is safe?” WIlbur said, looking over at Tubbo, ready to tackle him to the ground if things went south. “I know bees like flowers, but I’m pretty sure they can tell the difference-”

“Oh yeah, Tubbo’s got this.” Tommy reassured him. “He’s the Bee Whisperer, after all.” A large glass jar landed with a ‘thunk’ on the soft grass. “You’ll hold the jar while I get the honey.”

“Do you even know how to get honey from the nest?” Wilbur asked, and Tommy looked confused.

“Yeah, you just stick your hand in, and-”

“No, nope, we’re not doing that.” WIlbur said. “You’re holding the jar, I’m getting the honey.” He looked over the bush, and to his surprise, the bees flew around Tubbo peacefully, landing on the flowers he held as Tubbo let out a weird buzzing noise from his mouth. Huh - the Bee Whisperer… cool.

Tommy muttered angrily in protest as he hauled the jar over at his signal, and Wilbur picked up a stick and slowly began to put globs of honey in the jar.

“Is the reason I’m not doing it because of your women problems?”

“Shut up, Tommy-” Wilbur harshly said under his breath, trying to focus. “You’ll alert the bees.”

“Well excuse me for trying to distract myself, this thing’s heavy-”

“Shut up.” Wilbur muttered angrily. Sure, it was kind of harsh, but he was the one who was complaining. They were about halfway done filling the jar when a few bees began to fly back to the nest, and Tubbo tried to call them back to no avail.

“I think it’s time for Plan B, Wil-”

“No, it’s just a few bees, Tommy…”

One bee in particular decided to land on Tommy’s nose, and that was it. “PLAN B!” He shouted as he capped the honey jar and gave it to Wilbur as he noticed all the bees begin to run back to the nest, sensing danger. Wilbur pushed him away from the nest. “Run!”

Well, Wilbur did not need to be told twice. He rushed away as Tubbo ran after him toward their hiding place in the bush. Tommy followed soon after, covered in honey and bee stings, his hands particularly sticky. Wilbur looked over to see the nest destroyed. He flicked Tommy’s forehead. “That was a terrible plan, you idiot!”

“Ow!” Tommy rubbed the spot a bit as it burned in pain. “Hey, it worked didn’t it? We’re all safe.”

“You can’t just punch away all your problems!” Wilbur shouted. “You could have gotten really hurt!”

“I’m sorry.” Tommy said quietly, looking bothered by his older brother’s tone. Wilbur sighed, his arms crossed. Though it was good to let his frustrations out, he shouldn’t have snapped at him - Tommy was far from the one who’d been aggravating him recently. Tubbo looked at the two, then to the jar.

“Well hey,” He said, smiling, trying to lighten the tense mood. “Look at how much honey we’ve got.” He moved the almost full jar in front to show off. “This has gotta be enough honey for the bee farm, Phil’s gonna be impressed - we make a pretty good team.” Tommy brightened a bit at his friend’s words, though still kind of hurt, and moved to take the jar from Tubbo.

“We should be heading back, the sun's almost down.” Tommy said as he stood, picked up the jar and walked off, Tubbo close behind, and then Wilbur at the back.

Wilbur would be lying if he said the past few weeks had been easy - he tried his best to just stay calm, but every time without fail Sally would always rush away, or snap at him. If she was upset with him, he wished she’d just tell him instead of playing this stupid guessing game. He felt like he was walking on eggshells around her, and he hated it. He didn’t like all this secrecy, he didn’t like not being able to just talk with her the way they used to. He was upset and angry with Sally, he just wanted to know what’s going on, is that such a hard thing to ask?

He scoffed to himself - he was supposed to be keeping his mind off it, but he couldn’t even do that. He couldn’t even relax when things were so tense with her, how pathetic is that…?

“Wilbur?”

“...What?” He asked, snapped out of his thoughts by Tubbo, who pointed ahead.

“This is the right direction, right?”

“I’m not Techno, but… I think…” He looked around, scrambling for some familiar landmark. Tommy was in front, uncharacteristically quiet. Then, he spotted a rotten tree log, and it clicked in his mind where they were. “Yes, just a bit that way.” He moved toward the front, and Tommy kept his eyes forward. Feeling awkward, Wilbur touched the sft fabric of his beanie, taking in his hands and running his fingers over it, taking a breath before finally breaking the silence.

“Look, I’m sorry for snapping at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Tommy’s eyes were fixated on the jar for now. “You’ve been so off lately, and I just thought maybe if we dragged you on some crazy adventure, I’d get you back. But it still followed us, I don’t understand… is it me?”

“No, I… it isn’t, Tommy.” Wilbur said, focusing on the knitted stitches as he formed the words to say. “I’ve just been- Things with me and Sally have been... complicated, recently. Still, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“So, you really are having women problems.” Tommy’s tone was serious, an oddity for the usually joking teen. “You really care about her a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah… yeah, I do.” Wilbur breathed.

“No wonder. I haven’t seen you this torn up about anyone in… in well, forever.” Tommy smiled, not joking or smirking, but just smiled. “We’re here for you, you know.”

“I know.” Wilbur smiled as the two made eye contact. “Thank you, Tommy.”

“Does this mean you’re not mad at each other anymore?” Tubbo asked from behind them, and the two brothers smiled.

“Yeah, yeah I think we’re done.” Tommy said as Tubbo wrapped his arms around both of his brothers shoulders with a relieved smile.

“Good, because I did not want to be walking home in that awkward silence for another hour.” With that, laughter erupted from all three.

-------------------------------------------

Philza smiled, eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise as he took the jar of honey from Tommy, looking at his condition. “Should I even ask?”

“We used Plan B.” Tubbo said with a smile, making Tommy smirk.

“I punched a thing.” Tommy said confidently, and Philza laughed.

“Go get cleaned up, both of you - and don’t forget to apply that sting cream.” The two boys marched to the bathroom as Philza set their prized jar on the counter. Back in the living room, Wilbur’s gut ached uncomfortably as Sally walked toward him, giving him a sad smile.

“Hey.” Her hands found their way into his and their fingers interlocked. It felt… nice.

“Hey.”

“Do you, uh… can we talk? Alone?”

“Uh… yeah, yeah. Okay.”

Sally’s hands never left his as they sat down on his bed in his room, the door closed behind them. Though for the past few weeks Wilbur had so much he wanted to say to his girlfriend, now he couldn’t seem to find any words as they just sat in silence for a few moments. The fur on Sally’s ears and tail stood on end, and she took a deep breath, looking at their hands as she finally spoke.

“Okay, Wil… there’s something I’ve gotta tell you.”

Wilbur’s heart felt uneasy by your nervousness, worries filling his mind of finally figuring out the truth… and if he didn’t like what it was. If Sally decided to break up with him - all the uncomfortableness would make so much sense, why would she drag it out for this long… he really hoped it wasn’t that, but… it seemed more and more probable.

“You’ve probably noticed I’ve been acting weird, right?” She asked as he nodded. “Well, remember when I told you that I used to not be attached to anything, because I knew it could only lead to disaster?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well… I’m attached to you, a lot. I’ve realized it lately, and I’ve realized I don’t… I don’t want to lose you. I was so scared that if I told you, I would, and I… I love you too much to lose you, Wil.”

Is this what she’d been upset about?

“You’re never going to lose me, Sally. I promise…” He said, relaxing a bit as his mind whirred about the entire situation. He kissed her forehead softly as he pulled her in for a comforting embrace. “I promise I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Sally smiled, beginning to relax a bit more, but still a bit nervous. “That’s why it’s been so hard to tell you, Wil.”

“Tell me what?”

Sally took another deep breath. “Wilbur, I’m pregnant.”

Wilbur blinked a few times, trying to process what his girlfriend had just said. Pregnant. She… she was pregnant. That was not what he was expecting her to tell him in the slightest. But, it did explain some things - her frequent bathroom trips, for one. His mind slowly began to put the pieces together, how it made so much sense…

“You serious…?” He asked her, and she smiled, tucking his hair behind his ear.

“One hundred percent, Wilby.” Her voice shook with nervousness as she mustered a smile, not knowing what he’d do or say next. Wilbur broke out into a huge smile as he took Sally into his arms and spun her around as the two laughed, smiling. Wilbur was so relieved that it wasn’t what he thought, that it was the farthest thing from his worries. All the anxiety, the fear… it all went away. They both fell into the bed, smiling and laughing. Wilbur planted a soft kiss on Sally’s cheek as he moved to cuddle her tightly in his arms. “So… you’re not upset with me?”

“No, why would I?” Wilbur said. “Of course, I mean, it’s unexpected… but, we’ll get through it together.” His attention quickly turned to her, his relief turning quickly into concern. “Are… are you okay? I can’t imagine what you’re going through, if you even want the baby-”

“I’ve had lots of time to think about it.” Sally laughed. “And, I’ll admit I had mixed feelings at first - partly because of what you’d think, but partly because I’ve never even thought about kids, you know? It always seemed so far off.”

“Well, if you’re uncomfortable about it, we can always talk about other options, or…” Wilbur said, trying to reassure her.

“No. No… I…” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her ears flicked back and forth. “I think I wanna keep it.” She looked over to Wilbur as her hands found their way back into his. “I was so scared of losing everything that I kept this from you for so long… I don’t want to be scared anymore.” She laid her head against his chest, finding the words as her eyes were glued on their hands. “I want… I want you, Wilbur. I want this.”

“Are you sure, we don’t have to decide anything right now, I don’t want to pressure you-”

“Wilbur.” Sally reached up to cup his cheek with a comforting smile, feeling happy, relieved, and content. Of course, part of her was scared of the unknown, but Sally knew that what Phil had told her, what Wilbur told her was the absolute truth - she and Wilbur would get through it together. Her hand moved his over her stomach, and Wilbur couldn’t help but smile as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

You wouldn’t see it at first glance, but they were both absolutely terrified at the new adventure waiting for them. Yet, somehow, in each other’s arms, they felt safe, secure. Like they could do anything. I guess, looking to what would come next, that was more true than either of them would think.

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