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keirawantstocry · 2 months

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I saw the dsmp request answer blog and I went through my aldkfjalkddjlkas phrase because holy gosh that is so awesome !!

May I have more snippets, glimpses of daily life…of what it is like to date Tubbo after they knew their boyfriend had been possessed…would they be awkward? would they be surprised or would they be trauma bonding??!? I don’t know and that is up to you jay

(wink)

(take care and drink warm water!)

hiii (i will drink some water right now for you king)

“We all have our differences.”

Tubbo scoffed. “I get possessed and don't remember it afterwards. That's not exactly a normal quirk.”

They both laughed.

“But it's you, so we'll take it,” Fit said.

And they did. They truly did take it in stride. It was strange to fall asleep in their boyfriend's arms and wake up to strange voices. Female, male, every inflection they could imagine. All coming out of the mouth they had kissed hundreds of times.

Pac loved learning more about Tubbo's history. More about these people who had known him before his time on the island. Tommy and Pac got along quite well in fact. Fit got along a bit better with Molly although he had to say that interacting with Tommy was always a guaranteed laugh.

He would spin hundreds of tales about adventures he and Tubbo had been on across multiple universes.

“You talk about him like he hung the stars in the sky,” Fit said one day with a laugh.

Tommy scowled through Tubbo's face. “What? No. I only barely tolerate him. He's the one who's like obsessed with me.”

Pac and Fit exchanged a doubtful look.

“Somehow I don't believe that.”

Tommy's scowl deepened. “Look. I'm an independent Big Man. I don't need Tubbo or anything.”

“You were the one who married him,” Fit pointed out.

“Oh! So a guy can't just trick his best friend into legally marrying him?”

“Não!” Pac said with an infectious laugh. “That's illegal.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I am not attached to Tubbo in an unhealthy manner at all.”

“You're possessing his body right now.”

“Shut up, Pac!”

Pac dissolved into giggles as Tommy started smacking him around.

“Shut up, shut up, you two are the ones who have crushes on him. All I did was marry him.”

“How in the world is having a crush on him- not that I'm saying we do- but how is that worse in your eyes then marrying him?” Fit asked, his jaw dropping.

Tommy shrugged. “Well, cause I'm the guy living in his head and you're just some dudes.”

“Just some dudes,” Pac said, laughing still.

“Yeah, okay, Tom,” Fit said with an affectionate roll. “Get out of him, we gotta get to sleep.”

Tommy smiled wildly. “Whatever you say, king.”

#not sorry for making everything ab c!clingy #qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac #q!tommy #poly morning crew #aoral

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alixlives · 8 months

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tickletober day one— anticipation.

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo (he/him), lee!tommy (he/him) (CC’s)

I’ve been in this community since 2020, and made my blog in april of 2022. This is my first time ever participating in tickletober. 😭

In Tommy’s defense, he really did not think this would happen.

Sure, he believes in facing the consequences of your actions, but he didn’t think this would be his consequence.

Rewind a little. Tommy and Tubbo were doing an IRL stream together, and Tommy was just being a complete, total nuisance.

He’d make fun of Tubbo’s height (lightheartedly), randomly jump out and scream to scare Tubbo anytime he’d left for just a few minutes. Tommy spent half an hour just mimicking every word Tubbo said, either silently with his hand or aloud. Tubbo was surprised his eyes hadn’t rolled to the back of his head with how much he would roll his eyes at Tommy’s antics.

Tubbo had repeatedly told Tommy, “I’m going to murder you.” But Tommy would only laugh, seemingly not noticing the way Tubbo would smirk with a hint of mischief glistening in his eyes.

Now they were here, Tommy hiding under a bed—original, right?— and covering his mouth so his anticipatory giggles wouldn’t give him away.

“Oh, Tommy~” Tubbo dragged his name out with a teasing tone, and Tommy felt his face heat up. “Where are you~?” Tubbo’s footsteps were slow as he wanted to make Tommy wait. He opened any closed door he passed by, pretending to look before finally stopping in the doorway of the room Tommy was in. He watched as Tubbo slowly made his way to the bed. Tubbo grinned, “Tommy~ I only want to tickle you, man! You can’t possibly be afraid of a little tickling, just some wiggly fingers scribbling all over your stomach, squeezing your sides and drilling into your hips. You, the big man TommyInnit, afraid of some tickling? Hm~?”

..How on Earth can Tubbo be so teasy!?

Tommy’s heart skipped a beat, watching Tubbo take a final step and stopping right next to the bed he hid under before deciding to just sit on the bed. The anticipation was horrible. Tubbo went on to list exactly how he’ll tickle the blonde he “searched” for, knowing exactly what he’s doing, knowing that Tommy is entirely flustered out of his mind.

“Maybe I'll blow a few… no, a lot of, raspberries on your stomach while I squeeze and taser your sides. We both know that’s practically death for you! Or I could scribble into your underarms, and then vibrate my fingers when your arms come crashing down to inevitably trap my hands. Ooh, I could scribble on your knees, or on the backs of them? I’ll make sure to sit on your legs so you can’t kick, though. You’ll be trapped, unable to escape from me.” Tubbo teased, he could hear Tommy’s muffled, flustered giggles.

Tommy thought that he could escape, it’s worth a shot, right? He turned to face the opposite way as silently as he could, slowly beginning to move out from under the bed before feeling Tubbo grab onto his ankles and drag him out, quickly moving him over and pinning him to the carpeted floor. The brunette held his hands in the shapes of claws over Tommy’s sides, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to the boy.

Tommy swore he was going to die.

“Tuhubbo! Cohome ohohon!” The blonde whined, covering his squinted eyes with his arms.

“If you say so,” Tubbo grinned innocently, digging his fingers into Tommy’s sides, scribbling, squeezing, and tasering while he leaned down to blow raspberries all over Tommy’s stomach— just like he said he would.

Tommy’s screams rang throughout the house as Tubbo wrecked the blonde until he was practically begging for mercy.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #ler!tubbo #ler!tubbo_#lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle

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dreamsmpimagnes · 11 months

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imagines where the origins ranboo and the reader meet and develop feeling for each other plsss, thank you so much!

Long ass hiatus, but i'm back with a long ass post

Meeting and Developing Feelings For Origins!C!Ranboo

Your first impression of them wasn't exactly a good one

It had been a nice, calm day when Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy had come back to the group with a stranger in toe

Since the budding community was a place for hybrids to come together and feel safe in a judgment free zone, free to express themselves without worry, you were excited to welcome someone new

Everyone had gathered in the Pube, something that had happened whenever a new face was introduced (with the exception of Niki of course, you all just met around a connecting lake to welcome her)

Phil called for everyone's attention before introducing the incredibly tall new person

The first thing you noticed was their pretty heterochromatic eyes and then their sharp, attractive features

You also took note of their clothing, which comprised of a perfectly coordinating suit and cape (a little tattered though), all in shades of black, purple, teal, and dark green

They seemed to revel in the attention, as, after Phil finished, they stood in front of everyone with perfect posture and waved for a few moments

After they expounded upon themself for a bit longer and everyone separated, you decided to introduced yourself personally

You stuck out your hand to the Enderman hybrid and, in response, they recoiled and put their hands on their hips, insisting that "You can't just shake their hand, excuse you?"

You were dumbfounded to say the least

Literally everyone in the Pube community recognized that they were all rejects in some way from the societies they hailed from so they needed to show everyone equal respect

Well, everyone but this prick, clearly

You huffed at him and left, hoping that maybe they were just having a bad day and took it out on you

That, unfortunately, wasn't the case though

Every day you had seen them after, they acted as rude and entitled as the day you met them, and, while you thought they were nice to look at, you figured a pretty face wasn't worth the disrespect, and moved on

One day though, when they were hungry, you had overheard them talking to Tubbo, who was collecting wheat in the field for bread, which caused Ranboo to whine, before they refereed to him as 'peasant'

That drew the line for you, so you decided to get to the bottom of their attitude problem

After Tubbo left, you borderline cornered Ranboo, who was sitting under a tree on what looked like maybe the fluffiest duvet you had ever seen

You had, essentially, chewed them apart, and for once, they had no cocky comebacks, just a small "I'm sorry", which took you by surprised

They even looked like a child being scolded

You sat down near them in the grass and the two of you had a much more calm discussion, and from that day on, they were a little bit more thoughtful about the way they spoke to others

Within time, you started to realize that they were becoming a different person, one who was less abrasive and closed off

While they were still dramatic and had the habit of being on the more selfish side, they started to care for the other members of your group

Sure, Ranboo wasn't exactly the paragon of virtue by any stretch of the word, but they had learned to lean on others and care for them without their pride getting in the way

They would still laugh when someone tripped or messed up and was still vehemently against anyone other than them using the Nether Roof, but, at the end of the day, they was there for their friends (they also just shown more general compassion, which was a big step up)

They were still definitely a bit of a drama queen, but you'd be lying if you said that you disliked the dramatization and theatrics they brought to your otherwise monotonous life

On a rainy afternoon at your house when they were feeling particularly vulnerable, they shared with you that they had been kicked out of the End by their parents, who had sealed the portals behind them, and how it made them feel frustrated, betrayed, and completely alone

They knew they could be a cocky jerk sometimes, but their own parents kicking them out of the entire realm caused their chest to ache and them to feel a worryingly long lasting sadness that they hadn't experienced before

You didn't know how else to comfort them, so you offered a hug

With a small, halfhearted "I guess I'll allow you to touch me", they accepted it, leaning into you

That wasn't the last time they allowed himself to be like that with you

You weren't dating by any means, but it seemed like that moment of vulnerability they shared seemed like a to bother you and invade your personal space (within reason), though its not like you necessarily minded

That was until one day they showed up to your house, walking in and announcing themself without knocking before stopping in from of you, which wasn't an uncommon occurrence

Their posture was as impeccable as always as they stood in front of you, arms behind their back

They starred at anywhere but you and started shaking and letting out a low, rumbling grow (something they did during stressful moments, you had heard it for the first time when they were expressing their trauma to you)

You were worried that something was wrong until they, still averting his gaze, said you would be going on a date with them

You knew that, while they phrased it as a statement, it was really permission, and you granted it

Immediately they breathed a sigh of relief and reverted back to the same overly confident persona they always carried, they were overdoing it a bit this time, but you figured you'd give them a pass for the moment

There may have been a rather rocky first impression, but you wouldn't trade them for the world

This is a side note, but guess who gets full access to the Nether Roof now

#origins smp #origins smp imagines #origins smp x reader #origins smp x you #o!ranboo #o!ranboo imagines #o!ranboo x reader #o!ranboo x you #c!raboo imagines #c!ranboo x reader #c!ranboo x you

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detectiveaku · 11 months

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hanahaki disease cwilbur at the end of pogtopia. it starts a day before the festival, and he doesn’t have a clue what is happening. he still tries to hide it, for a week or so pogtopia is full of vases with sunflowers and pink tulips and red roses, tubbo thinks tommy put them there and tommy thinks it was tubbo, the dates match up. but when the flowers he coughs up start to have touches of soot on them, and the sickness begins withering him from the inside out, it becomes impossible. techno notices first, helps him hide it from tommy, tells him about the mythology, but he doesn’t pry. its not his business who’s causing it.

he has to leave several times during niki’s party, tells people its for a smoke break. he would be smoking, if he had the lung capacity to spare. as it is he leaves when a flower gets caught in his throat. a new one gets caught every time quackity smiles, laughs, tells a joke, and he thinks it must be him who caused it. quackity seems to be at the root of all his problems, why not this one? at the end of the night, he kisses him, quackity seems surprised but goes along with it. wilbur nearly chokes on it, and tells quackity he’s going to go blow up lmanburg. he flees to the button room, and coughs up his first wither rose.

it doesnt actually matter, though. he knew he was going to die soon anyway, that was the plan after all. so he hides it, turns a bit paler, looks a little sicker. he doesnt look people in the eyes anymore. he couldn’t carry the weight of armor if he wanted to.

and then november 6th rolls around, and he can’t take five steps without becoming too winded to stand. so he has techno carve him a cane. he hides the black stains on his hands with leather gloves, and then those leave stains on everything he touches. pogtopia’s furnaces are fueled on the soot-stained roses his lungs provide them, and tommy complains about the smoke. techno tells him off, says the resistance needs food and their food is baked potatoes, and shoos him off to get more iron so tommy doesn’t see what’s actually burning. the deal goes south, and so does wilbur’s health.

dream remarks on his health, when passing him another bundle of TNT. wilbur tells him the truth, as much as he knows. theres no point in it. the mask is inscrutable, dream tells him that he hopes he gets better.

by november 16th, he can’t stand. this would all be over if he could get to that room. he can’t stop the disease, but he can stop himself. the army leaves him behind. before he leaves, tommy tells him he’s going to get the country back for him. wilbur crawls up the stairs on his hands and knees, collapses halfway up, and drags himself to the top where a horse waits for him. he wobbles onto it, and rides for the button room.

but hes too late. and phil stops him. and as phil carries him away in his arms, his wings casting a shadow over the new administration, techno blows it up. he doesn’t hear why, only tommy’s screaming is loud enough to reach them in the sky.

a soft flower, with an earthy taste rather than a desecrated one, catches in his throat. he tries to cough it up. chokes on it. he finds out later it was a sunflower.

he wakes up in the arctic with techno and phil hovering over him. phil questions wilbur on the cause. wilbur is silent, except for protesting that theres no use, its all ruined, its gone and hes still here. he doesnt say the last part out loud, but techno hears it anyway, and the growl he lets out has a bit of grief in it when he realizes that he nearly killed wilbur, and might still if they cant fix this. instead of saying any of that, though, techno corrects him. says it isnt all gone. says tubbo and quackity and tommy are rebuilding it. that it looks like shit.

and wilbur sits up. theyre rebuilding it? over that crater? techno says yea, the same spot. they couldve moved a half kilometer west, or just made camp in pogtopia, but they were insistent. called it new lmanburg, with the old flag up on banners everywhere so it will never be completely gone again. he sounds bitter, but he keeps talking because as he does, wilbur breathes.

and then he stands up on his own. he asks for a horse, phil gets him a boat and tells him to head south oversea.

the travel is strenuous. the hypoxia is a blessing, it keeps him from knowing what he’s going to say. he only has enough oxygen for his racing heart, and it knows what it wants. it wants to go home.

the docks were left intact, he steps onto them. he sees the haphazard boards and logs making sheds suspended over the crater. no effort had been made to hide the damage. the damage he caused, and it chokes him up, brings him to his knees. he looks up and the red, white, blue, black, and yellow flag flies over him. he hacks up a cornflower, the first of its kind. bats it into the sea, and heads to the nation.

he hears quackity first, pushes the door open. he says to them that he never thought they would do it without him. tommy jumps at him and throws his arms around him, tells him he didnt know if they could. wilbur says theyll never know, if theyll have him. everyone turns to tubbo, who seems to be in charge. he says of course wilbur, youre one of us, forever. wilbur asks if theres a spot open in the cabinet, tubbo pauses. asks how the presidency sounds to him.

clear as day, he responds that it sounds wonderful.

#cwilbur #dream smp #unlikely that i write this but if i do i have an outline #side not if you dont have a phd in cwilbur you cant argue me on this #but i do think the good ending for him would be him taking up presidency #i say that because its an unpopular ending in fix-its and it shouldnt be #i can meta that but only on request

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 10 months

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uh...18 for the whumper dialogue?

I love this AU

TW: Stalking, home invasion, kidnapping, abuse, suicidal thoughts, fear of animal harm (the cat is fine, outside of also getting kidnapped and forcibly given a stupid new name), infantilisation, drugging, self hatred.

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Tommy knew there was something wrong when Tubbo- the cat, not the friend he so missed- stopped cuddling up with him in bed.

Tubbo was a feisty little stray, more than half feral, but that was how they got along. She might hiss at everyone she met but him, but to Tommy she was affectionate, and extremely so. In the three years or so since he’d found her as a kitten in the engine of the van, her ginger fur and scarred face reminding Tommy of his old friend.

There were things missing before that, but he'd assumed some prick had stolen his stock while he wasn’t looking. Sometimes, even with the medicine he picked up for his shit, he forgot way too much. Sometimes, he couldn’t remember whole days, and that would have been scary if he was still There but he wasn’t anymore. He was safe.

He thought he was safe.

But when Tubbo woke him up hissing, out of his arms, he knew something was wrong. Cursing quietly to himself, he suddenly regretted burying his weapons a decade ago. He’d thought when he left That Place he wouldn’t need to fight anymore. He just wanted to explore as many servers as he could, sell the stuff he made, and live a peaceful life with a little bit of theft being the most excitement he got into. He took a visit to Utah every Christmas, and that was the biggest day of the year, every year. He didn’t want the swords anymore.

Prime, he wished he had one now.

He tried to pull himself from bed, but something sharp made an impact with his arm. Before he could figure out what the fuck was going on, he was pinned to the ground, the moonlight through the windows barely illuminating his attacker's face.

Or, well, not his face. There, for the first time in ten years, Tommy saw a familiar mask.

No no no no no no no.

Tommy had left that behind. He’d ran like a fucking coward but he had to. He couldn’t spend a single day more with the smiling shadow hanging over him. He’d rather die- truly, permanently die.

“You're rusty,” Dream said, a mix of fondness and amusement in his voice, and Tommy screamed.

Tubbo took her cue, launching onto Dream, and Tommy's heart stopped beating. He couldn’t kill her Prime she was all he had with him.

Thankfully, Dream just pulled out a sleeping potion, cracking it out onto the ground and letting the fumes knock her out. Tommy would have breathed a sigh of relief if he could breathe.

“Aww, your cat's just like you too. I love them. I’m calling them Tommy Two.”

“I- her name. It’s Tubbo.” Tommy hated how he still sounded like a child. He thought he’d matured so much, he felt like an adult now, but around Dream that just faded. “She’s not-“

“That’s an awful name. I prefer mine.” Dream laughed, before his voice dropped all its levity. “I’ve been watching you for a while, y’know. It took me ages to find you.”

“Yeah, that’s because I- I never wanted to see you ever again-“

“Honestly, I’m not even surprised without my guidance you’ve become like- this!” Dream said, ignoring Tommy completely. “You're pretending you’re all grown up, you’re smoking, you’re doing drugs again. You got piercings and tattoos and cut off your hair like a rebellious teenager, but you think you’re all grown up because you refuse to admit that’s what you’ll always be.”

“I'm nearly thirty, prick. I grew up.” Tommy glared, anger possessing him for just long enough to be able to stand up for himself. “Maybe you should try that too.”

Tommy hated how familiar the slap across his face felt. It had been ten fucking years, but he remembered Dream's raised hand easier than he remembered how to sew some days. “Oh Prime, shut up. You’ve gone from annoying to insufferable. You’ve just spent the last decade becoming your worst self, while I’ve actually fucking grown, Tommy. I’ve fixed everything back home, while you’ve let yourself become this- this useless, boring excuse of a person! You were special when I took care of you, and what did you do? You threw that away to be nothing.”

“You- you’ve fixed everything?”

Dream paused a second. “Prime, I had a whole reveal and everything planned. Just- forget I said that okay?” He almost sounded flustered. Like a fucking kid.

It was weird, feeling like the adult around Dream.

Tommy had expected another splash potion, but he didn’t expect for a bottled version to be forced in front of him, Dream's other hand pinching his nose until he had to open his mouth and have the concoction poured inside. It made sense the second he tasted how utterly bitter it was- this was strong enough that Dream would have knocked himself out if he’d tried to use a splash potion in as cramped a space as Tommy's van.

“Now, sleep. Sleep and forget.” Dream's voice was soft, and he ran a hand through Tommy's hair as he quickly drifted into unconsciousness, which Tommy assumed was meant to be comforting but really wasn’t.

The last thought Tommy had before he fell into a deep sleep was that he hoped Dream was making all that shit up. Because, Prime, if he’d left his friends to get hurt by Dream… then maybe he really did deserve this.

#My writing #primeboys (derogatory)#stalking tw #home invasion tw #Kidnapping tw #abuse tw #suicidal thoughts tw #infantilisation tw #deugging tw #Self hatred tw

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cyncerity · 1 year

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How did cranboo Ctubbo get to dating in the store shifter au if one of them cannot understand the other? Very enthusiastic sign language and a lot of squinting?

alright first things first i wanna use this ask to specify that Ranboo and Tubbo are in a QPR!! If you don’t know what that is, it stands for Queer Platonic Relationship, cause I headcanon C!Tubbo is on the aro spectrum and I’m aro so i feel the need to project cause i never see QPRs being talked about lmao. So that’s being added to this au. Also slightly unrelated but in this au (and another dsmp character headcanon) Ranboo is ace 💖

ok back to the actual question so y’know how in the dsmp lore Tubbo married Ranboo cause he was rich and stuff? This. Ranboo isn’t rich or anything, he’s a teenager with a retail job, but hey, any money is rich by borrower standards. Not that Tommy doesn’t buy Tubbo stuff and he doesn’t steal Dream’s stuff (Dream hasn’t met him and Foolish lives next door with Puffy), but he took way more of a liking to Ranboo than he thought he would when he asked Tommy to take him to work with him and now he needs a viable excuse to keep clinging to him. And having an extra human to give him stuff was nice too. Tubbo really looked at this ridiculously tall anxious human and said “that one.”

So anyway, he kinda just…watched him for like, a month. Ranboo would constantly complain to Tommy that he felt like he was being watched, and Tommy would just unconvincingly laugh it off. Eventually tho, Tubbo messed up and ended up stuck on a few higher shelves in the kitchen’s backrooms before closing time. Tommy was talking to Wil and the other employees had gone home, so Ranboo was the only other person near Tubbo, and he just happened to slip and almost fall into the deep fryers that Ranboo was shutting down for the night.

Thankfully Ranboo caught him, but unthankfully Ranboo immediately hid Tubbo from Tommy cause why would he think they knew each other? It took some serious charades and a solid thirty minutes for Tubbo to communicate to Ranboo that, yes, Tommy knew him and he really needed to get back to Tommy cause they live together. Once Tubbo had been returned to a very frantic and panicked looking Tommy who was concerned that Tubbo had been abducted or killed while he wasn’t looking, Tommy ended up explaining this all better and Ranboo eventually put the pieces together that Tubbo was the weird presence of always being watched that he felt at work.

After that, he did his best to communicate with Tubbo, because it seemed like Tubbo really wanted to talk to him, but he couldn’t help that he couldn’t understand him! They tried charades, but they both sucked, so eventually it just turned into Ranboo having one sided conversations that Tubbo would nod or shake his head at. And Tubbo also started bringing him things. Like, little buttons or feathers or cool rocks and leaves, and Ranboo couldn’t say that the gesture didn’t mean something to him. It reminded him of a crow, and he told Tubbo that once, who accepted the comment with pride. But it was still frustrating that they couldn’t communicate. Eventually, he started to notice that even if Tommy would talk to Tubbo normally, sometimes they talked using BSL, which he didn’t even think Tubbo knew, considering Tubbo couldn’t even write (as in, he was completely illiterate and had never even been taught the alphabet cause that’s apparently unnecessary to borrowers) and was also, according to Tommy, probably dyslexic.

Ranboo sought Tommy out to teach him BSL in secret as a surprise to Tubbo. He learned a good bit of basics and almost ever curse word before he decided to start taking online lessons. And on the six month anniversary of meeting Tubbo, he was very happy to finally be able to communicate properly with him for the first time. Of course, his signing wasn’t perfect, and Tubbo’s hands occasionally messed up (Ranboo had thought that Tommy was weird for choosing “fuck” and every iteration of the word fuck to be the first words Ranboo learned, but he was starting to appreciate that now, given that Tubbo said it constantly, especially when he messed up bad enough or had to pause and restart a sentence)(Tommy may have been right about the dyslexic thing but it really wasn’t his business), but it was a start, and it was better than they’d ever had.

As it turned out, he and Tubbo had very similar senses of humor. They talked for hours and hours on end, now that they could, and Ranboo enjoyed every second of it. Tubbo also verbally spoke when he signed and, even if Ranboo couldn’t understand it, he could hear every bit of emotion and emphasis behind the words. He didn’t need to hear the words in order to pick up on Tubbo’s attitude in every conversation they had. Tubbo was a very good story teller, he learned, and his jokes always somehow landed, even if Ranboo couldn’t hear exactly how it was said. He also learned that to borrower ears (and to Tommy), Tubbo had a british accent, and he only learned this because Tubbo made fun of him for being American damn near constantly. Ranboo also learned that he didn’t need to sign, cause Tubbo could understand English just fine, but Ranboo decided that if his hands weren’t busy, there really wasn’t a harm to it. Besides, if Tubbo had to sign to be understood, Ranboo might as well keep practicing just to make sure he didn’t forget anything (or maybe he just didn’t want to make Tubbo feel alienated when they talked, but he could have that debate with himself).

All in all, though Ranboo hadn’t really been expecting it, he couldn’t say he was shocked when the little trinkets that Tubbo would bring shifted from small knick knacks into things like flowers (which Ranboo would usually tuck behind his ear for the rest of his shift) or shiny objects that he knew he’d find pretty or occasionally jewelry he must’ve stolen from the lost and found area, though Ranboo appreciated it nonetheless.

Tubbo came to him on the one year anniversary of their meeting with an actual jewelry box, which was odd, and he opened it to find an intricately woven purple and green braid with a minecraft bee charm and an enderman charm linked on it, a running joke between the two since Tubbo and Ranboo had frequently started having sleepovers at Ranboo’s house and Tubbo had fallen in love with the bees as soon as Ranboo had booted up minecraft, and they’d gotten into an argument about which mob was better. But he also knew what that braid meant. Of course he did, cause he was already wearing one. Purple, green, and red: that was the one on his left wrist. Tommy’s was on his right, and Tubbo wore his as an anklet. They’d made them together as soon as the three had become close friends, and as soon as the cultural significance had been explained to Ranboo. But this one was just for him and Tubbo. That implied that they were something more, and Ranboo knew it. He also found he was ok with it.

Tubbo hadn’t even needed to ask it out loud. He had just been staring the entire time, until Ranboo looped the braid behind his neck and tied it in place, shooting a smile at the borrower. Tubbo grinned like an idiot, before asking Ranboo if they’d be interested in going to the park sometime later that day, just to make it official. Ranboo smiled wider as he signed “it’s a date” and carried on with work for the rest of that day as Tubbo was busy trying to find Tommy and tell him that it all went well.

and yes Tommy was aware of all of this. He bought Tubbo the little minecraft charms cause he thought it was funny as hell and also on a more serious note he’d do anything to help his practically brother at this point. He’d been the one to actually convince him to give Ranboo the necklace, cause at that point Tommy was like 98% sure Ranboo would accept it. It also helped that Tommy knew Tubbo had liked Ranboo since the very fucking beginning, a fact that not even Ranboo knew. Needless to say, he was right there with Tubbo in his excitement when he went to Tommy after the fact, and he couldn’t have been happier for his two best friends.

#took a few days to answer this cause i was trying to keep it short but i can’t do that #physically incapable #cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #store shifter au #sizeshifter!sapnap au #giant!tommy #sizeshifter!tommy #tiny!tubbo #borrower!tubbo #giant!ranboo

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bonesandthebees · 6 months

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LETS GOO AM SO EXCITE EHEHEHEH ROSE TIME ROSE TIME ROSE TIME

And more specifically... Tommyinnit... Feel like this is gonna be an enemies to brothers situation eheheh

I used to read fics all the way first and then reread and write down my thoughts as I reread and I honestly think that's what I'm gonna start doing with rose bc I'm so enthralled that I keep forgetting to write down my thoughts LMFAOOO duuuddee I'm loving this sm already omg

Literally the only thing that broke my focus was me coming here to be like OMG sandduo moment 👆👆💥💥✨✨

I'm gigglinggg

OMG ITS TOMMYINNIT

Are they already matching hairstyles? Omg brothers moment

May I ask where the name Valbroek comes from:0 I'm fucking loving all these medieval takes on their names rahhhsss

Omg he's a CHILD

Me: I think I'm gonna read this all without commenting and then reread and comment after

Also me, immediately after: OMG TOMMYINNIT

Help I can't I'm obsessed over this omfg

Is that puffy my belvoed??$?$

Ooohhhhdhdjfkfksjd the cultural differences omgogmgogmgkshdksjdkff I'm so fucking excited for this fic shskdjfjfksk

Omg. Omg is one of them gonna be tubbo. Omg

YOOO JACK POG

Sidenote: I love how u manage to keep everyone so fucking in character and yet?? So different?? Seeing jack here is fucking whiplash after glass is all ima say frrrrr it makes me so excited tho I'm so curious to see what all of the dynamics are going to be and mannn it just keeps everything so fresh ur so cool bee

TOBYYYYY TUBBOOOOOOOO

CLINGYDUO !! CLINGYDUO !! CLINGYDUO !!

I'm staring so hard at them why r they sus shfkfkf

I love this juxtaposition of having everyone from Sam's court be super posh and proper and "studied every single millisecond, every moment of every hour of every day on how to act in court and all of the fancy politics' and super prepared and then u have. Tommy and Tubbo and Jack just completely flailing around omfg 😭😭😭 dude I feel like quackity and Niki are just like "this??? This is our competition??????" And LORDDD I am so ready to see the character development it's gonna be fucking amazing

DID THEY NOT PLAN AHEAD FOR THIS??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

IM LAUGHING SO HARDJDKSKFKDKSDKF IM STILL REELING AFTER GLASS AND LIKE FEELING SUPER TENSE AND STUFF I WAS PREPARED FOR LJKE ANGST AND NOW IM JUST GIGGLING I LOVE THIS SM THEYRE SO PRECIOUS OFJSJKDKFKF I THOUGHT TOMMY WAS GONNA BE LIKE ?? SUPER ENTITLED AND DICKISH I WAS NOT PREPARED OHKHGODJDKGKFLLDF

This might be my fav bee!tommy yet omfg this is adorable

I love how fuckign confused Wilbur is 😭😭😭

I'm attached to them I'm so attached to rose!clingyduo istg if anyone of them die I WILL kill everyone in the room and then myslef holyfuckushintgjsjdkffld

Also I love how amused Sam is this is so <33 (I'm clinging to this wholesomeness before everything goes to shit omg)

THIS IS SO WHOLESOME WTFFFSHFJFKFLFKDKDF

I'M SO SCARED. THIS IS TOO WHOLESOME. WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN.

I just feel like . Everyone's gonna be like "wtf is Sam thinking, seriously considering *that child* as a heir?" And I feel like Tommy's really gonna come into his own and surprise everyone by the end of this fic... And who knows maybe parallels between Sam and Phil and TOMMY AND WILBUR I've done it Bee I've connected the dots, I've connected them. Didn't Sam literally say he had no idea what he was doing and Phil helped him... Ooiuhghhhh man OOOHHHH MANNNDJFKFLGLDKS explodes

YEAAAA SANDUDODODO DANCING (they were mentioned in the same sentence) (I am mentally ill)

Oh shit?????? I am staring I AM STARING

OHHH SHITTT CRIMEBOYS TIME ! LETS GOOO

Sam still trying to keep Wilbur as the next future consil? 👀👀👀

Ohmygod Wilbur ur dumb

YEAH U TELL HIM PHIL (but also ow ow ow daddy issues ow ow ow)

Oohhh godddhdkajdfkskdf enemies to brothers shdksoshdkdksjff

Omg he's being gentle omggjdkskf angelduo moment ! ☝️☝️

Uh oh

Oh godhfkdksjdd

THIS IS SO AWKWARDJFKDLDGG

He knows plants 🫶🫶🫶 I am so endeared by this boy omfg

Uh ohhh

OOP

Ily tommy slay king slayyy

Omg 😭😭😭 HES A BABYYYY BEE A BABYYY AND UR MCD'ING THIS FIC??? UR PUTTING THIS SWEET PRECIOUS PRECIOUS BOY INTO THIS MINEFIELD OF TRAUMA?? DEAR LORD I AM SO SCARED

also Wilbur bro. Now do u understand why ur dad wanted u to talk to him I don't get why ur so against this THE WHOLE POINT IS TO GET INFO SO U CAN BE ON TOP AND HAVE ADVANTAGES AND STUFF BROOOFJFJDK

Even I know that and I'm a dumbass /j

I adore tommy shfjfkdkdd I need crimeboys to be brothers NEOWWWW

Me this entire ask: omgogmgogm this child is ADORABLE I love him

Wilbur: he is so fucking rude and insufferable I hate him I hate my life UGH

OOIUHHHJMYGODHSKFJFJF I LOVE SANDDUO SO MUCHDJDOSODOFJDKDJFJF

OOHHHMYGODUDJLSDJFKF THE SANDDUO IS SO GOGUSODIDKSJFKFN THIS IS SO FUCKED UP BEE SHFKBJSBDKGJDJFFKSKDKF I LOVE THEM SM BUT I AM SCREAMING SHDNGLDJSKFJDDKFJFKSKFJDKDJFKFKDNFKGJDNDNFNFNFKGKGK AAAAAAA DJGKFJSNFKDNFKVKFK

The conflict... He has sm conflict... Aaaaaaaa wikburufdjskshdkskdnfn lord he's gonna go through so many crisises (?) (Crises?) in this fic oml I'm staring at Niki and quackity talking to each other and Wilbur feeling left out sooo hard omggg

IM SO EXCITED HOLYFCUINGHSITJDJDKFGKG I NEED TO SLEEP BUT LORD I AM SO SOSOSOSODOFJDKGKOAJDKGKGK IM INSANE IM INSANE ACTUALLY YHIS IS MY FAV THING EVER IM SOO?? EVERYTIME I THIBK IVE REACHED MY MAX OF LOVING THIS FIC I MAMAGE TO LOVE IT EVEN MORE BRO I AM SO FUCKING HYPED RAHSHSJFKGGL

God Sam and Phil are totally gonna be reminded of young Sam by tommy I can sense it... This is so shfkfksjfkdk

Anyways !! Ty for the epic chapter bee I am Reeling this is so fucking hype omgohmhofmdg

"omg sandduo moment" just describes you so well icy lmao

well, when I was trying to come up with the name of tommy's city I knew it was by the river and it's a port city so I wanted it to be related to water in a sense, but I still wanted it to sound more medievalish. Val is a shortened form of Vale/Valley, and broek is just me doing a weird spelling of brook. so it technically is just 'river valley'

it was so fun planning out the culture/fashion differences between the capital and the riverlands. like, there isn't a huge amount of difference, but nobility in the capital and along the coastline are usually kept up to date with the latest fashion trends and the like, and also the weather at the capital and along the coast is different than it is further inland in the riverlands. since they don't have the coastal regulation, it gets much warmer in the summer and much cooler in the winter there compared to the coastal cities. so that also affects the fashion trends.

lol thank you I try very hard to keep everyone in character while throwing them into these wildly different situations. I don't know why I have a thing for making jack a royal guard it just fits him, but as I'm sure you can already tell rose!jack is very different from stars!jack who are both extremely different from glass!jack while all still being forms of c!jack. it's a fun nuance for me to play with.

I definitely wanted to show how unprepared tommy is for this sort of court life. he's 13 and bloodline wise isn't anywhere close to the throne. this isn't something he was ever taught to expect as a possibility. once again just emphasizes how much of an out of left field choice this was for sam to make.

eli had the idea for the bit of clingyduo pulling that shit in court. it was so funny I couldn't not include it.

I'm sure you can guess but uh, while he might be a sweet kid now tommy is going to be very different by the end of this fic. :)

wilbur logically knows he needs to try and befriend tommy for his own benefit but he is nothing if not petty and dramatic

thank you icy I'm so glad you're enjoying so far!! these first few chapters feel so slow for me to write as the author because I know what comes next and how things ramp up, but I'm glad it's really enjoyable so far

#ask #icyfox17 #rose ch 2

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 1 year

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@thatfriendlyanon Yes!! I started watching the VODs last… June, I’m pretty sure?

I started to get interested in the Dream SMP at the beginning of last year—February—because one of my friends was really into it at the time, and would do all this awesome fanart. Once I started expressing interest and asking her questions about the fandom, she started writing a fic about the first L’manburg arc so I could read it!

I read the fic, and that’s how I got introduced to Tommy and Tubbo and Wilbur and Eret! I also… did not realize they were British alssgsksgsj so I was Quite Surprised when I watched clips of them speaking lol

After a few chapters, and after lots of explanations and answered questions, and after many fun conversations with my friend, I started to watch the first VODs :D

It was… interesting. It took me a long time to get used to the format, and I found all the streams incredibly boring at first, BUT WITHIN A FEW SHORT WEEKS I was so incredibly fond of the characters/story and I looked forward to watching through the L’manburg arc every day!!

(I was also watching the streams at a pretty darn crazy time in my life, and I think Dream SMP definitely helped to distract me from all the chaos. The L’manburg arc holds a special place in my heart, that’s for sure)

So yeah!! I’m nearly at the disc finale—I’ve watched through the elections, pogtopia, November 16th, Ghostbur showing up, Ranboo showing up, burning down George’s house, Tommy’s exile, emerald duo, the beginning of snowchester, the eggpire, Captain Puffy showing up, Foolish showing up, and lots lots more!!

Just a few weeks ago I started watching Wilbur’s revival arc (I haven’t gotten to that in my watch-through, but I just… wanted to have c!Wilbur content again aksgaksgajsg) and I’m maybe halfway through with that.

I’ve also watched several streams live! I’ll try and remember all of them (not in chronological order)😅

Las Nevadas finale (probably the best lore stream I’ve ever hekkin seen, at least live)

Wilbur and Niki killing Friend. With Connor. Wilbur tried to bake a cake and he used too much salt and it was very sweet <3

Utah (I hysterical laughed)

Phil’s finale!!

Clingy duo finale (it was four streams in a row, and I watched pretty much all of Tommy’s live)

Dream SMP finale (not really lore, but still)

Snippet of Aimsey stream with Eret

Snippet of Tubbo stream with a bunch of eggpire stuff going on

This is a very long answer, but I’ve wanted to ramble about this for a while, so yeah :D

#Dream SMP has been a BLAST let me tell you #so much fun #my post #my DSMP thoughts

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years

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soo, do you have any crimeboys superhero au recommendations?

Not counting the classics TommyInnit's Unbeatable Method of Avoiding Sudden Death and TommyInnit's Clinic For Supervillains I'll add:

One More Step Out of the Pit Fluff!!!! It has less angst than the other two by a long shot. It isn't all happy and sunshines of course. It takes a but of time for Tommy to get used to his situation. There's also Tubbo destroying the city. That was a thing that happened.

Summary:

It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

New Deceit's an Old Design First of all: Fuck this fic. Just fuck this one. I can't say anything but aahhh just. I hope you like feeling utter despair.

Summary:

Wilbur sighed. This kid would be the death of him. “Wednesday,” he said definitively. “If it doesn’t get better by Wednesday, I’ll call a doctor.” That was when he got paid, so maybe it wouldn’t be as bad. They’d just have to be a bit careful about spending money for the rest of the month. “Deal?”

“Fine,” Tommy agreed, though it didn’t look as if he liked it. “Deal.”

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Or: Wilbur is sick, Tommy is stressed, and they can't run from the past forever. Crime boys-centric superpowers AU in which I take 'Crime boys' too literally.

Hush Now (You Were Lost but Now You’re Found) - Welcome to conflicting feelings about Dream and Wilbur really said "I'm a possessive bitch" and he means it.

Summary:

Red Chaos was the name the world had bestowed upon him, and Dream had laughed as he dragged Tommy down against his chest in a rough sprawl back against the couch, squeezing him tight after their first official mission together.

Tommy had done good and Dream had been proud.

Siren shifts, a look Tommy can’t be bothered to understand flashing briefly before his shoulders roll into a shrug.

“You saved my life.”

I know, Tommy thinks, lips drawing back in an ugly grimace. It ruined mine.

The morning paper lies discarded on the couch beside him with black bold headlines:

RED CHAOS: HERO OR VILLAIN?

No Cause for Concern - You know, Tommy really has the smartest of ideas. Working for the Heroes that very much want to catch him for bein a Vigilante? Really big man behaviour. Of course it doesn't go bad at all. Wilbur is a bit conflicted about vigilantes but he'll come around. :)

Summary:

So maybe applying for a job at the heroes' base of operations when he could be arrested any moment for being an illegal vigilante wasn't Tommy's smartest move. But he gets to work with his idols — Ghostbur, the Blade, and Philza Minecraft, Angel of Death himself, just to name a few — how could he turn down that opportunity, honestly?

And keeping his two identities separate can't be that difficult, really. It'll all be a piece of cake.

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or, tommyinnit just wanted to pay the rent and save people at the same time. things can't go his way for just once, can they?

Why Little Songbird (What’s Happened To Your Wings?) - Not finished (RIP) but pretty fun with what it has. Tommy working at a coffee shop? What a surprise /s Philza was the one to find him first which is peculiar, however Wilbur is still the one to truly break the ice and to annoy Tommy as a civilian. ^^

Summary:

One of those obligatory Superhero AUs every DSMP fanfic writer must attempt at least once.

It’s been about two months since Tommy’s world collapsed around him, and now he’s dragging The Angel of Death up the stairs of his apartment building, because the idiot got stabbed and then passed out in the alleyway next to his house. And he would rather not have to walk by a rotting corpse every time he has to take out the trash. So he attempts first aid, has an odd, brief conversation, stumbles through an awful day at work, and then attempts to continue living his “normal” “civilian life” without anymore unwelcome interruptions.

This unwelcome interruption calls himself Wilbur, and Wilbur has a very punchable face. Tommy tells him this, very helpfully, the first time they meet. Then semi-regularly after that.

#ask #fanfiction #mcyt #dream smp #long post #fic rec #I spent so much time looking for links and stuff because I forget to bookmark fics and it's a pain to find them again #also Tumblr's search function is trash #super hero au #I think New Deceit's an Old Design traumatized me

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transphilza · 2 years

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cWilbur headcanons? this is definitely a bit of a long winded one, but they all kind of tie into the theme of "Wilbur likes flowers".

Phil got him into gardening when he was young. Wilbur enjoyed the process of making his own vegetables, of cooking soup with his father and relishing in the pride that they made something beautiful. This also tied into his history with Techno, often recounting legends linked to the craft during the long summer afternoons as Wilbur trailed behind him with stars in his eyes, even if this was the 15th time he'd heard the stories, even if he accidentally spilled vegetables out of the basket he was carrying because he was paying more attention to Techno's prose than his own dexterity.

He loved the wildflowers he would find in the fields in harvest, making wishes on every dandelion found, but his favorites were the buttercups. They were the first flowers he'd ever made an effort to collect, and the first seeds he had managed to plant. He would ask questions about the blooms, to which Phil would give the best answers he could. Techno would light-heartedly dare him to eat the blooms, to which Phil would then have to pull the blooms out of the child's mouth as Techno laughed, not expecting him to take the challenge so readily. Phil would laugh too, out of disbelief more than anything, but he kept more of an eye on the blooms Wilbur picked from then on.

The years pass and summers come and go. Phil plants vegetables. Techno helps with the harvest. Wilbur helps keep the fields clean and eventually grows his own garden. As the years pass, Wilbur finds himself growing more versed in the meanings behind certain blooms as well, often making bouquets out of metaphorical proses when he could. This is what brings him to meeting Sally, unaware that the flowers he'd been growing had now reached the outskirts of the body of water she resided in; he's almost worried he broke her privacy before she admits in awe that she'd never seen the sort of flowers he grew before. This grows to them talking more and more, until he finally, hands shaking, gives her a bouquet he'd been working on longer than she could imagine. It's the first time she kisses him.

The tradition of gardening passes down throughout his family; first to his son--his little champion, his Fundy--who would help with the flowers, and eventually to Tommy and Tubbo, who would oft sing to the vegetables and wheat. It's Tommy's song that sparks what would bloom into a symphony: the beginning of L'Manburg.

He grows less flowers than he'd like to once he becomes the President. He doesn't have the time for it, he already has so much... but the habit doesn't leave the other residents of L'Manburg. Niki surprises him with her own homemade bread and daisies one morning, and he doesn't know how he manages to keep from crying as he hugs her. (She will keep growing flowers, even as the years pass and she moves from place to place, but none of them will look the same as they did in L'Manburg, in her eyes.)

There is one flower in Pogtopia, despite everything. A poppy, bloomed in the cracks of a place just barely touched by the sun. He can't bring himself away from it in the beginning; it makes him think of life always returning, even despite the end. It is quickly forgotten as the autumn passes, as the worst of it finally comes.

(He doesn't know if he wants flowers on his grave. He had always loved them, but he doesn't know if he'd deserve them. He doesn't know what people would write with them.)

(He doesn't know if he finds it better or worse that he never got a grave to begin with.)

(Before he comes back, however, Phil notices something in the caves overlooking where L'Manburg once stood. Buttercups bloom in the small patches of dirt. The sight makes him weep when he recognizes them.)

(One of the first things Wilbur sees when he visits Phil again is a bundle of wildflowers the latter had been collecting. It's not long after that Wilbur's speechless silence is interrupted by his father's embrace.)

Wilbur picks up the habit of gardening again, after everything. It's the peace he's finally managed to convince himself of feeling. He missed the grass beneath him, he missed the earth that clung to the soles of his shoes, but he missed the life of it all. He had been scared to admit it when he returned, and he had felt the fear again only months prior...

But today he is beaming, grass beneath his palms and daisies in his hair. The field is full of tulips and sunflowers. His garden is blooming into something beautiful, and, in a way, so is he. He is, well and truly, alive.

i cant even add anything to this it’s already perfect. nonnie this is so beautiful i love it

#this is also compliant with my hc that cphil gardens 😭😭 YOU ARE PANDERING!!! /j /lh #why are my anons the most talented people ever THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN U HAVE GOT TO POST IT URSELF NONNIE. U DESERVE THE CLOUT /lh #talking #anon #long post #<333 i loveeeee #c!wilbur hcs

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bluedragonfairy2000 · 2 years

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Brother in a Bottle

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 (Here), Chapter 6

Chapter 5: Bonding Time

Tommy was relaxing at the bottom of his bowl having finished eating around ten minutes early when he heard the sound of a door opening. He quickly perked up and look over to the front door. The front door opens and Phil and Wilbur walked in carrying more bags. Tommy swam around in his bowl excitedly as Phil and Wilbur began unloading the car. After they were done unloading everything Wilbur quickly ran over to Tommy while Phil began putting stuff away.

“Hey Tommy, we’re home! Did you miss me?” Wilbur asked eagerly as he put his face next to the bowl.

“Surprisingly I did, Techno was pretty boring after he fell asleep,” Tommy said as he and Wilbur gave a glance to the sleeping guy on the couch.

“Well at least I’m here now to keep you entertained, and hey we’re about to put together your new tank so that should be pretty exciting!” Wilbur said.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get out of this tiny bowl!” Tommy said, swimming a lap around his bowl to punctuate how tiny it was. “A big man like me needs lots of space after all!”

Wilbur looked down and noticed the can of fish pellets resting by the bowl “At least Techno remembered to feed you before passing out.” he said picking up the pellets and carrying them over to a drawer.

Tommy awkwardly chuckled at this statement and chose not to say anything for fear of accidentally outing Tubbo. He just hoped that neither Wilbur nor Phil brought it up to Techno.

As Wilbur was putting the canister away Phil walked over to the bags and bulled out what looked to be a large glass box, then he started to pull other things out of the bag and start working on placing them inside the box.

“Hey, Wilbur? what’s Phil doing?” Tommy asked.

“Oh he just set up the filters for your tank, he should have it done in a few minutes, do you want to watch, or do you want it to be a surprise?” Wilbur asked.

“Hmm... I think I want it to be a surprise.” Tommy said.

“Alright! Then I will move you somewhere where you can’t see him building the tank until it’s done. Hmm...” Wilbur thought about where he could put Tommy. “I know! You can stay in my room until dad finishes up the tank!”

“That sounds good to me,” Tommy said wondering about what Wilbur’s room looked like.

“Ok!” Wilbur turned to Phil. “Hey Phil, I’m going to take Tommy to my room to hang out for a bit, is that ok?”

“That’s fine mate, just be careful going up the stairs,” Phil said.

“Ok!” Wilbur picks up Tommy’s bowl and carefully carries him upstairs, moving slowly so that he doesn’t hurt Tommy or accidentally knock the water out of the bowl. After around ten minutes they make it up the stairs and down the hall to Wilbur’s room.

Wilbur moves the bowl to one arm while using his free arm to open the door.

Tommy watches eagerly as Wilbur opens the door. As soon as Tommy sets eyes on the room he gasps. The walls were painted a sky blue which contrasted with the bright yellows of Wilbur sheets. The dresser and desk were made out of a dark oak which matched the trim around the room. The soft gray carpeted barely made an impression in the colorful room. The room was mostly tidy except for the avalanche of clothes and junk spilling from the closet. However, the thing that caught Tommy’s eye was the strange-looking item leaning against Wilbur’s bed. It was a wave-like shape of wood with a long neck that end in a small wooden head. There were also multiple strings attached to the same device. Tommy has only ever seen a few things like it in his life. He had watched as the rich Nereids used similar devices to play music whenever they were throwing a party. Tommy briefly wondered if Wilbur was paid lots of money to perform at galas and balls.

“Woah! This is so cool!” Tommy exclaimed as he quickly swam around his bowl in an attempt to get every little detail about the room.

Wilbur laughed at Tommy's excitement as he brought the fishbowl into the room. “Glad you liked it! It took me a bit to settle on how I wanted the room, but in the end, I decided to keep it plain and simple.” Wilbur said as he hosted Tommy up onto his bedside table.

“Well it's one of the nicer places I've been to, those rich people must pay you pretty well for all of your talents. You must be rolling in kelp by now.” Tommy said taking the time to admire the knickknacks on Wilbur's dresser.

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked confused.

“Well aren’t you a musician?” Tommy said doing his best to gesture at the strange object across from him.

“Huh, oh yeah I play the Guitar and Sing a bit but so do plenty of other people,” Wilbur said not knowing where Tommy was going with this.

“Really? That’s odd, where I’m from singing and musical talent are rare. Only the Sirens know how to use it properly and they get paid quite a bit to perform at events.” Tommy explained.

Wilbur chuckled at this “I wish I would get paid for my music but I'm still an amateur and have only written a couple of songs so I doubt anyone would be interested in my music.”

“You have made your songs,” Tommy said amazed “can I hear one?”

“Oh um, sure I’ll play you my newest one, it’s called Your New Boyfriend,” Wilbur said as he picked up his guitar and warmed up before beginning to perform for Tommy.

Tommy was blown away as Wilbur began to sing. While Tommy didn’t understand any of the lyrics he thought that Wilbur's guitar playing and voice might just be the best thing he has ever heard.

As Wilbur sings he slowly forgets that Tommy is even there and beings to ham it up a bit which only leaves Tommy in awe as he sees how carefree and fast-paced the song is, most of the songs that the sirens play are slow-paced and more melodic. So soon Tommy starts nodding his head to the beat and pretending to strum an invisible guitar whenever Wilbur reaches the course.

As Wilbur finishes the song he remembers that Tommy is there and gives the little mermaid a sheepish smile, “sorry that it’s not very good, I’m still working on it.”

Tommy's mouth drops open as he stares at Wilbur in disbelief. “Not good? Not good!? That was amazing! It was probably the best song I have ever heard! Forget the sirens! If you were to perform where I am from you be a legend! You be so rich and famous it would be crazy! You would probably have so many women knocking at your door you would have to hire a security force just to have a moment of peace, that’s how good you are!” Tommy said excitedly while waving his arms around to try and get his point across.

Wilbur is partially taken aback by Tommy's excited ranting, but after a moment a fond smile grows on his face. “Wow, Well, then I bet I will get even more money and fish women once it’s finished.” Wilbur said in a playful tone.”

“Awesome! I could be your publicist too! I can see it now! Big Man Innit presents rising superstar Wilbur Soot Watson! It will be great!” Tommy says with stars in his eyes.

At this Wilbur lets out a light-hearted laugh before nodding. “Yeah let’s do it!”

Soon Phil’s voice comes from downstairs. “Boys! Come down here! I have finished setting up the tank!”

“Oh! I almost forgot about that” Wilbur says to Tommy. “Coming Dad!” he yells out as he hops off his bed and sets his guitar down before walking over to Tommy’s bowl “Ok close your eyes and no peeking!” Wilbur says as he picks up Tommy’s bowl.

“Ok!” Tommy says as he quickly closes his eyes and puts his hands over them for good measure.

As Wilbur takes him downstairs to see his new tank Tommy can barely keep himself still. Partially because the motion of Wilbur walking down the stairs is shaking the water and thus pushing him around as well but mostly it is due to his excitement at seeing what the guys have put so much effort in for him.

After a few minutes, Tommy can hear the bowl getting set down on something and the water stops moving. Then he hears Phil’s voice “Ok mate, you can open your eyes now.”

Tommy quickly does and gasps in delight at the sight before him. In front of him is the large tank he spotted earlier, now filled with water, the water is an amber color and seems to be blocking out some of the light from the small lights placed on top of the tank. Throughout the tank, there are many green plants with large leaves dancing in the small waves that the filter Makes. Finally, there are two large structures in the water that looked big enough for Tommy to fit in. One con them was a large plastic log which appeared to be cracked in half allowing an opening at the top as well as openings on both sides of the log. The other decoration was a smooth gray stone with two large holes in it exposing its hollow interior.

“Woah! This is so cool! Tommy said as he pressed himself up against the glass to try and get closer to the new tank.

“Glad you like it! Took forever to put together do you want me to put you in?” Phil asked

Tommy eagerly nodded “Yeah cmon I want to explore my new sick crib!”

Phil lets out a laugh then picks up Tommy’s bowl and carries him over to the tank. He waits for Tommy to swim to the top of the bowl before gently scoping him out and quickly placing him into the tank.

We filled it with all kinds of things for you! Plants to swim through, things to hide in, and even something called a betta hammock which will let you sleep at the top of the tank Wilbur said pointing out the fabric leaf that was attached to the tank and one of the nearby plants.

“I love it! This is so cool!” Tommy says. Look over at the other three and notice that Techno is now awake and watching him from the couch.

For the next several minutes the three humans watch as their new friend explores his tank. However, when Phil looks up at the clock he realizes how late it is and turns to the others. “Looks like we have to head to bed soon. You want me to turn off the lights so you can sleep Tommy?”

Sure, let me just get in my hammock! Tommy says swimming to the top of the tank and laying down on the fake leaf. “Ok, you guys can turn the lights off now. Night everyone!”

“Night Tommy!” Wilbur says

“Goodnight” Techno yawns out getting up off the couch and following Wilbur upstairs.

“Night Mate, see you in the morning,” Phil says as he turns off the tank lights plunging the tank below Tommy into darkness. After That Tommy watches as Phil turns out the rest of the lights in the kitchen and living room as well as turns off the T.V. that Techno left on. Finally, Phil heads upstairs and Tommy settles down finally relaxing.

As Tommy starts to drift off he finds himself thinking that he could get used to this. With that thought, Tommy falls asleep happy at finally finding a place that he could call home.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #brother in a bottle fic #fanfiction #ao3 #g/t #mermaid tommyinnit

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evilspiritsgoneloose · 2 years

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Can we get a part two of A little note from you 🙏🏼🙏🏼

I present to you an Evil Spirits Gone Loose production :D

(Thank you for the request and stay hydrated <3)

A Little Note for You Pt.2

(SBIxFamilyMember!Reader)

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!Warning! Bullying, Swear words, Sibling banter, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Technoblade, Nihachu, Tubbo

Summary Another school day, but your secret admirer makes things sweeter

Word Count 1170

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Part 1

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A new Week began and your most hated day arrived. Monday. Why do Mondays even exist? No one even likes them. Well, at leas you're going to see your friends again.

Wilbur bursts open your door to wake you up, but the loud banging of the door against the wall already did the job for him.

"Wakey, Wakey, rise and shine. A new school day is on the line"

He walked over to your bed and ribs away your comfy blanket. You could only grunt at him for now. Just then seconds after, he quickly opened the blinds and floods your room with pure daylight.

"Go away" You grunt at him

"What was that" Wilbur laughed, "I couldn't hear you"

"Go! Away!" you nearly screamed at him.

Some might say you must be used to it, because Will does it every week, but he ever so slightly changes his plan, so you never know what he's about to do.

It took you some time to actually wake up, get changed and to head downstairs to eat with everyone. Techno was already sipping on his cup while Will and Tommy fought about the last pick of pancake.

"It's mine Tommy. You had the last one last week"

"Oh shut up old man. I need to get taller and stronger to get more women"

You sighed at the banter in front of you. You sat down and without a word you grabbed the last piece of pancake only to stuff it in your mouth. Both brothers looked at you as if you just killed an innocent rabbit.

Phil saw the face of his two sons and couldn't hold back a laugh.

Breakfast went by smoothly and it is now time to go to school.

Phil gave everyone their bag with a little lunch package. As every school day, the four of you are walking together since you all are visiting the same school. Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse.

Almost near the school building, your best friend approached you. Niki smiled at you with her arms open. You also walked closer to hug her tightly. Without another word, you slit apart from your brothers and headed over to your classroom with Niki.

You told her all about the love letter you've gotten and together you thought about who it could be. Once you've reached the classroom, you could see a little box on your table. Niki looked at you with exited eyes and basically dragged you over to your table.

"Do you think it's from your secret lover" she asked exited. You grabbed the little box and looked at it closer.

Its paper had pretty flowers printed on it and your name was neatly written on it. Whoever it was, they definitely know how to pack a gift.

"Come on Y/n, open it already" Niki begged you. You're as curious as her and opened it without destroying the paper.

Inside the box you found a keychain. It was a little froggy face with a cute smile. "It's so cute, I'm definitely going to wear it on my bag"

While you hung the frog on a zipper, you could feel a tug at your heart. No one ever has gotten you a gift without any reason. You thought the love letter was everything, but the keychain surprised you. They are definitely in love with you.

The teacher entered the classroom. All students, including you, quickly sat down. During class, all you could think about was the secret admirer. You looked around the class. Maybe they were in your class as well.

The lesson flew by like speed. Not because it was interesting, but you were constantly in your own world. Niki kicked you out of thought by touching your shoulder. As you looked up at her, she was smiling brightly at you. She definitely knew why you were absent the hole class. "Come on Y/n, let's get our stuff for the next class" With a nod you both went to the lockers.

On the way over, Technoblade meet you with Wilbur. He had a lunchbox in his hand.

"Y/n" he called you, "Phil had mistaken my box with yours"

"Oh… Did he?" You opened your bag to get out the lunchbox and look into it. Phil for sure had switched out the boxes by accident. You know so because the boxes are named from the inside.

As you switched back the lunch, Tommy came hopping around with Tubbo. "Ello ladies" He greeted the rest of his family.

All five of you walked over to the lockers. Luckily, your locker was far away from the lockers of your brothers. As soon as you opened the door, you saw an unfamiliar folded paper.

You grabbed and unfolded it. Immediately you knew it was from the secret admirer.

Hi there :) Hope you had a good day so far. Remember to drink and eat healthy -Secret

You smiled at the paper. Gosh, you wish to find out who they are soon. But if you don't want to pressure them into anything.

"Hey Y/n" Tommy scared you. You quickly hide the paper between your books. "What was that?"

"Nothing" You said nervously and closed the locker with a bang. Tommy eyes you down, but then grinned. "Your lover gave you something. Am I right?" His eyebrows wiggled.

You tried to push him away from you but he continued to tease you about it until the rest came too. Tommy told Wilbur about it and the brunette also teased you.

Then the voice of the all known school bully echoed through the halls. You sighed. The hole school hated him and his followers.

"Hey, What do you have there. Give it to me" you could only hear the annoying voice. Everyone shut up when he was in the room. The bully then laughed very loud. "What is this shit" again a laugh "You're in love, that's so disgusting. Who will even like you?" The bully then walked around the room, searching for something. He then stopped at the sight of you. "Hey Y/n Minecraft. Here's someone that loves you" He laughed. You just wanted to kick his butt to hell.

In the next second, the follower pushed and dragged a boy to your aisle. The Bully smiled and also pointed at him "That looser loves you. How disgusting am I right?" You did not give him any recognition. Just now, the bully saw your brothers starting at him with not so friendly faces. You could see the fear in his eyes and walked away. But not without kicking the bullied boy at his legs. The poor boy fell to the ground.

All the other students just stood there the hole time and watched the event.

The boy stayed on the ground out of pure embarrassment. An awkward tension rose and all bystanders left to their classroom.

You wanted to help, but just seconds after the boy stood up and dashed away with a quiet "I'm Sorry"

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Part 3 maybe? Where the Secret Admirer gets revealed? But I dunno who it could be xD

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Pairing: SBI family x reader (platonic, one shot), BASED OFF FROM CHARACTERS NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE

Warnings: child abuse/neglect, bullying, alcoholism, death of a parent, mentions of panic attacks, injury, mentions of a dog’s death, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of suicide attempts, depression

Word count: 7,730

(A/N): if you’re not feeling safe at home or are being abused, please contact the proper authorities. Here’s the abuse hotline: 1-800-799-7233, my DMs are always open if you want to talk

You met Tommy and Tubbo when you were in third grade. You were a relatively quiet kid, the type to always keep to themselves and abstain from social activity. Mrs. Jansen, being the nice woman that she was, let the entire class choose their own seats.

“Welcome to your first day of third grade, class! I’m Mrs. Jansen and I look forward to getting to know all of you. As you can see, there are enough desks for all of you. You may sit with who you want.”

You shifted around uneasily and gripped your book in your hands as your classmates hurried to get the back seats. After every seat was taken, you walked to the only seat left in the front. You were between a girl and a boy. They introduced themselves as Dorothy and Samuel, and were relatively kind to you.

As the class passed their second week, two boys that sat in the back row made themselves apparent very quickly. They were both rambunctious, always disrupting the class with their giggles and whispers. Mrs. Jansen had warned them multiple times that she was going to separate them, but it seemed that they didn’t think she’d do it. One day, she finally had enough.

“Tommy, Tubbo. I’ve given you plenty of warnings, I’m going to have to separate you. Dorothy, Samuel, can you please switch places with them?”

You could feel dread wash over you. Why was she putting you between them?! What did you do wrong to deserve this? You could swear that you’ve done all your chores, you even made your mom smile at you! She never did that.

They pouted as they sat next to you, Tommy on your right and Tubbo on your left. You already missed Samuel and Dorothy. “Thank you. (Y/n), make sure they behave.”

You shrunk down into your seat as you felt Tommy’s glare burning holes into the side of your head. Tubbo, on the other hand, was watching the lesson with bored eyes and his chin propped up in his hand. You tried to take notes, but you kept getting distracted by Tommy’s heated glare. You were going to fall behind, you couldn’t have that. Mama wouldn’t like that.

After the final bell rang, you hurried out of the classroom to avoid Tommy’s wrath. You could hear him shouting for you to stop, but you never stopped until your hand was grabbed and yanked backwards in the empty playground. You fell back onto the pavement of the basketball court and whimpered at the sting in your palms.

Tommy glared down at you, “you gonna cry? Serves you right. Never tell on Tubbo and I. Got it?”

You tearfully nodded and he grinned maliciously at you, “good. Tubbo, let’s go. Wil and Tech’s probably waiting for us.”

The brunet was staring at Tommy with a shocked expression, unmoving. Tommy rolled his eyes and huffed before he grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the crowd of families. Tubbo looked back at you with an apologetic expression and watched as you looked at your scratched up palms.

You wiped at your tears as you stood up and started to walk home. Your neighbor’s dog behind the wired fence barked at you as you hurried past it. You never liked that dog; it was a drooling, angry, ugly furball. It scared you, but not as much as Mama did when she drank her adult juice. She was scary when she drank it. You tried hiding it from her once but she grounded you from eating dinner and snacks for half a month. You didn’t try to hide it again.

You trudged up the creaky wooden stairs of your porch and tried to open the door only to find it locked. You tried to knock on the door but Mama didn’t answer so you just sat on the front porch waiting for her to open the door. She did so when the sun was setting, surprise and then anger shining through her hazy eyes. She yelled at you before she sent you to your room for the night without dinner.

The next day when you were sitting alone at a lunch table, someone plopped down in the seat next to you. You jumped and scooted away from them, looking up only to see Tubbo. He was smiling at you.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about Tommy, he gets mad easily.”

You eyed him warily and clutched your open book, “...it’s okay.”

He grinned and scooted closer to you, peering over your shoulder at the book. “What’re you reading?”

“‘Harry Potter’.”

“Oh I love that book! My favorite character’s Ron, who’s yours?”

Surprisingly, the conversation was pleasant before he was dragged away by a glaring Tommy. You might actually make a friend after all. Later that day after school, Tommy once again stopped you in the school yard. This time, he shoved you to the ground and started to shout at you.

“You do not talk to him, freak! You’re gonna mess him up, he talks to me and me only. Do you unde-undastunend?”

You gulped and shakily spoke up, “yes, and it’s ‘understand’, not ‘undastunend’.”

His glare intensified before he reared back a fist. You yelped as you curled into a ball with your hands protecting your head. Before he could hit you, you heard the stomping of shoes against the concrete.

“TOMMY STOP.”

You could feel a hand on your back and a gentle voice asking if you were alright. You hesitated before you looked up to see an older boy with a mop of curly brown hair on his head and wire glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He reminded you of Harry Potter. Looking past him, you saw a tall pink haired boy glaring and lecturing Tommy, holding the struggling boy in place with a firm grip on his elbow. Tubbo was just behind him looking down and shifting on the balls of his feet.

“I am so sorry about Tommy, are you alright? He didn’t hit you did he?”

You shook your head and the boy heaved a sigh of relief, “that’s good. I’m Wilbur and that’s Technoblade, we’re Tommy and Tubbo’s brothers. What’s your name?”

“(Y/n).”

He smiled at you, “that’s a lovely name.”

“Wilbur, let’s go. This one,” Technoblade shook Tommy’s arm, “needs to talk to Dad.”

You watched as Tommy’s movements stopped and he looked up with wide eyes. “No, please don’t tell Dad. Please-”

Wilbur stood and helped you up before grabbing Tubbo’s hand and lead him away, “you aren’t weaseling your way out of this.”

You watched the brothers leave, feeling guilt wash over you. You didn’t want to get him in trouble, punishments were the absolute worst. Even though he shoved you and almost punched you, he didn’t deserve any punishment. With guilt weighing down on your shoulders, you walked home. At least Mama was in a good mood, she made you some mac n cheese for dinner.

The next day, Tommy trudged up to your desk and put a tupperware dish on your desk before sitting down in his seat and ignored you. Tubbo sat in his seat next to you and smiled at you.

“Open it,” he jumped in his seat slightly as he watched your expression change to shock. In the container laid five chocolate chip cookies. You had only had cookies once in your life and that was during a class birthday celebration a year ago. “They’re our Dad’s secret recipe, I helped make them! Um, Tommy wanted to apologize to you.”

You glanced at Tommy. He was glancing at you over his shoulder and blushed a bright red when he saw you looking at him. Tubbo cleared his throat and gestured at Tommy. The blond crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “Sorry,” he mumbled halfheartedly.

After that, they started to sit next to you during lunch. Tommy was a bit cold towards you, but you found yourself beginning to relax around Tubbo’s friendly aura. Soon enough, you started to supply him with more than a few words per sentence. Tommy eventually got bored of eating in silence and would join your conversation. You three became thick as thieves that year, you even met their Dad. He was very different from Mama; he never yelled at you, he was always giving you snacks, and he even smiled at you often.

That house became like a second home to you. Eventually, you ended up spending more time at the Minecraft residence than you spent at home with your mom. Over the years, she got worse with her drinking. She was always passed out on the couch and when she wasn’t, she was swaying on her feet in the kitchen staring at a portrait with dazed, wistful eyes. You can remember when you first realized that she had a problem and always being unhappy and drunk was, in fact, not normal for a parent.

It was a warm spring day in seventh grade. Luckily, you had your health class with Tommy and Tubbo. You were currently learning about alcohol dependency and the effects it had on the body. The teacher listed all the symptoms your mom had; the uncontrollable urge to drink, the aggression, the shakiness and dizziness, everything. When you came to the realization that your mother might have a problem, the teacher started to explain the disorders and diseases that could come from heavy drinking, most of them having the potential to be fatal if the drinking persisted. You felt like you were drenched in icy water as your body seized up in fear for your mother. You stared unseeingly at your notebook at the symptoms of alcoholism and associated disorders. You didn’t want your mom to die. You had to do something before it was too late for her.

“(Y/n)?” You jumped and looked at the person who called your name. Tommy and Tubbo were giving you worried stares. “Are you okay?”

You shakily started to put your supplies away into your backpack. The class had been dismissed and you didn’t even realize it. “Y-yeah. It’s just- I’m worried.”

“Yeah, I’m worried too,” Tommy laughed as you followed the two out of the classroom and to the courtyard. “That essay’s gonna be awful.”

“Oh god we have an essay?”

“Yeah, Mr. Smithers assigned it to us before the bell rang, are you sure you’re okay? You’re usually on top of this stuff.” Tubbo threw a worried glance towards you.

“Yeah, just a bit distracted today. I uh, have to go home. Like right now, my mom wants me home right after school today.”

You sprinted off towards your house. When you reached your neighborhood and ran past the wired fence. The bulldog that lived there was now old and gray. You found out that his name was Buster and he was actually a total sweetheart if you slept next to him on the other side of the fence on more than one occasion. Buster watched from inside his doghouse as you sprinted into the house. Luckily for you, the door was unlocked and your mother was passed out on the couch surrounded by glass bottles. You locked the door behind you as you rushed over to her intensely watching for any sign of movement. She looked dead, her skin was pale, her hair matted, and her mouth gaping open showing off her yellow stained teeth. She wasn’t moving, were you too late?

Just as you started to panic, she snorted and started to breathe. You slumped in relief as you stepped over the beer bottles into the kitchen. The table was sparkly clean with a pristine picture frame resting in the middle, a stark contrast of the beer bottles that littered the floor and the piles of dirty dishes in the sink. It was of a man standing stiffly in a military uniform saluting at the camera with a stern expression. He was an exact copy of you. Well, you were an exact copy of him; that man was your late father.

“Hey Dad, how was your day? Mine was awful, I learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis today and- and I’m worried about Mom. She’s been drinking a lot lately.”

You stared at your dad’s face behind the glass as if expecting a response. You wanted some reassurance from the man. You wanted him to tell you everything was going to be okay and that he’d handle it so you could be a normal kid. Like usual, his steely expression didn’t budge one bit.

You sighed to yourself sadly and trudged to the refrigerator opening the door. The beer bottles stared back at you tauntingly. Your fingers twitched on the fridge door as you contemplated the consequences of throwing away the offending glass bottles. You remembered in second grade when you hid your mother’s alcohol she punished you by withholding food from you. She’d probably do worse this time, but the consequences were worth it if you were going to save your mother’s life.

It took you ten minutes of tossing alcohol into the garbage can until the fridge was left barren of the drink. Without the green bottles, the fridge was completely empty with the exception of milk and a few probably rotten eggs. You struggled to take the trash out to the curb and started to work on homework in your room.

At seven at night, you could hear her roll off the couch and stumble into the kitchen. A series of frantic rustling and banging sounded downstairs before you could hear pounding footsteps storm up the stairs. Your door flung open to reveal your red-faced, livid mother.

“What the fuck did you do?”

“M-mom I hid them because we learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis and-” You cut yourself off when she walked over to you with her arms extended towards your trembling frame. You tried to scoot as far away from her as possible, but she grabbed your shoulders with clammy but firm hands, shaking you roughly.

“Are you saying I have a problem?! You spoiled fucking brat, you’re the problem! Everything was amazing before you came and fucked up my life. You took him away from me. YOU FUCKING KILLED MY HUSBAND.”

You could feel tears start to drip down your cheeks as you remembered that day in first grade when you begged your dad to get you some McDonalds for dinner. When he relented, you cheered and your mom laughed at your excitement. She was so full of life back then; her hair was shiny and bouncy, her skin was unmarked and flawless, her eyes were lively and bright. Her laughter was perhaps your favorite memory of her. Then everything went to shit when your dad never came home and your mom got a phone call saying that your dad was killed in a car wreck on impact. You could remember your mother’s heart wrenching sobs as she collapsed to the floor and pulled you tight against her body. As if she was trying to protect what was left of her husband.

You were snapped back to reality when your mom shoved you back onto your bed. The happy, beautiful woman that you saw was replaced by the shell of a broken woman. Her silky hair turned dull, her smile turned into a grotesque scowl, her loving eyes turned cold. She truly was a husk of her former self.

“Stop crying, you’re not the one who’s life was ruined. I want you out of my house in ten minutes. You’re gonna not step foot anywhere near here for two weeks. If I even see you on my property before those two weeks are up, you’re fucking dead.”

You frantically nodded and watched as she stumbled out of her room. You packed what you would need in your spare backpack and ran out of the house past your mother sobbing and babbling incoherently to your dad. You flinched when you could hear a bang and the sound of glass shattering when she threw a bottle at your retreating figure.

You ran until you couldn’t run anymore. Your legs brought you to the park where you spent most of your childhood. Everywhere you looked, you could see glimpses of your mom and dad pushing you on the swing, Tommy and Tubbo running from you playing tag, Mr. Minecraft putting a bandaid on your scraped knee. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you pushed yourself up and went to your safe place. It was a little nook deep in the vegetation where nobody could see you. You originally found this place when you were playing hide and seek with Tommy and Tubbo. They never knew where you hid.

Tears moistened the soil underneath you as you pulled out a blanket you had hid in a plastic grocery bag and spread it out on the floor. You curled up on it and cried freely into your hands. You didn’t sleep much that night.

That was the first time she had kicked you out for that long. You barely ate in those two weeks, wolfing down any food you could get your hands on at lunch. Lunch for you was the small scraps of food that Tommy and Tubbo shared with you. Mom never packed you lunches or gave you money to buy things anymore. To make matters worse, they had told their dad that they thought you had some form of eating disorder.

About a week into your exile, you finally visited the Minecraft residence after avoiding them for a week. You remembered how the blond man pulled you aside into the kitchen. He gently sat you down and pushed a plate full of chicken and vegetables in front of you. You looked at him confused as he gestured towards the plate.

“Eat that, I heard you haven’t been eating much lately.” When you made no move to eat, he smiled at you. “Go ahead, it’s okay if you don’t eat it all. Just eat some of it.”

That was all you needed to hear, you began to eat quickly like a starving wolf. It’s been a while since you had more than half an apple to eat, let alone an actual homemade meal. When you were done, you looked up to see the older man looking at you worriedly.

“...Are you not getting enough food at home?”

You scrambled to find a lie, “my- my mom is away a lot on business trips. We don’t really eat much.”

His worried expression grew tenfold as he moved to kneel in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders. “You need to eat three meals a day, especially now that you’re growing. You’re always welcome here when your mom’s away, our door’s always open. Is she away now?”

“Yeah, she won’t be home until next week.” You felt bad for lying to the man that put bandaids on your scraped knees and took you to the father daughter dance in fifth grade when he heard that your dad was dead. He was always so kind to you, which you never quite understood. Despite feeling bad for lying to him, you felt incredibly relieved that you didn’t have to be alone anymore.

From then on out whenever she kicked you out, you went to the Minecraft residence. They welcomed you with open arms and treated you like you were a part of the family. You and Techno bonded over your love for reading and mythology, Wilbur made sure you took care of yourself, and Philza (he told you to just call him Phil at that point) treated you like his own child. You didn’t think that it was possible for you, Tommy, and Tubbo to be any closer than you already were, but you three became inseparable. You told them everything one night when you couldn’t sleep. You told them how you felt like you were the cause of your mother’s decline and your dad’s death, how she would usually punish you, her ‘hobby’. They were about to tell Philza, but you begged them not to. After a while of pleading and assuring them that she’d never hit you, they hesitantly agreed and made you promise to call them whenever you felt unsafe in your home.

You kept to that promise, calling them whenever she would get too drunk to know what she was doing. They would calm you down from panic attacks late at night and invite you to their house in the daytime. They felt like your actual brothers and you started to refer to them as such. You three gave each other a shoulder to lean on and gave each other comfort when needed. One night when you were in your freshman year, however, your mother caught you sneaking out to see them after she sent you to your room. That was when she started to hit you.

Just as you were about to sneak out the front door, your mother started to scream at you incoherently. When you flinched away from when she got up in your face, she became even more enraged.

“WHERE WERE YOU GOING? I BET YOU’RE WHORING YOURSELF OUT, AREN’T YOU LITTLE SLUT?”

Without thinking, you yelled back at her, “I would never! Why-” You were cut off by a harsh slap to the cheek sending you to the ground. She quieted down and stared at you and her hand, a glint of shock shining through her dazed eyes. Without a word, she turned around and left to go talk to your dad. You sat there listening to her rant about how she failed as a mother, how she wanted to do better but she didn’t know how, how she wished that he was there with her. You scrambled up and ran to your room. You looked at yourself in the mirror, there was a bright red mark on your cheek in the shape of a hand. There was a small cut where her wedding ring connected with your cheek. A single drop of blood dripped down your cheek and curved down the dip of your chin before dripping onto your shirt. Without doing anything else, you plopped down onto your bed and sobbed into your pillow, crying yourself to sleep.

When you woke up in the morning, you realized that you slept through half of the school day so it was useless to go to school now. You reached up to run a hand down your face only to hiss and pull your hand away. You once again looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked terrible. Your eyes were bloodshot and swollen like you were crying in your sleep. Hair was sticking up in all directions and matted slightly. The slap mark was gone, but the cut had bruising around the edges with dried blood crusted on your cheek and on your pillow. It was a small cut, but it bled a surprising amount overnight. You couldn’t see Tommy or Tubbo like this, they’d flip out. Luckily for you it was a Friday and you had the weekend to heal.

Your mother gradually started to hit you more and more. It started off as a once-a-week thing whenever she was really angry, but then it divulged into something that would happen daily over the smallest things. You became her punching bag for her to release some steam. Makeup became your best friend at that point; you used what little savings you saved over the years for dollar store makeup.

Soon after it became a struggle to hide the cuts and bruises from Tommy and Tubbo, so you gradually started to avoid them. Your face, once synonymous with the Minecraft residence and Tommy and Tubbo, became a rarity. They tried their hardest to contact you, but you always dodged their calls. After a few months of you dodging Tommy and Tubbo, you finally told them that you didn’t want to be friends with them anymore.

It broke your heart to say it, but it had to be done. They were getting too close to the truth and you couldn’t have that; the government would take you away from your mom and she’d end up dead. You were the only one keeping her alive at this point, she lost all motivation to eat. The only thing she did nowadays was hit you, drink, and hug your dad’s photo to her chest.

The beatings got to the point where you could barely walk without feeling pain. School became something that you’d rarely attend. Tommy and Tubbo stopped trying to talk to and call you. Buster, your previous confidant, had long since died so you were truly alone in the world. The neighbor’s yard looked barren without the dog house and the graying dog. The only person you had left was your mom.

When you had accidentally burnt dinner late at night, she completely snapped. She grabbed your arm and held it on top of the burner. Pain hit you immediately as you screamed and cried apologies to her. When you instinctively hit her with your other hand, she dug her nails into your arm and pushed your arm closer onto the burner. Nerve endings screamed at you to get away from the pain. The pain was becoming too much, so you looked on the countertop next to you for something to defend yourself with. A metal fork was lying close to your other hand.

You grabbed it and, with a distraught apology to your mother, drove the prongs deep into her arm. She screamed in pain and let your arm go. You ripped yourself out of her grasp and started to run for the front door. A force collided with the back of your shoulder making pain explode in the area. You didn’t know what happened at first, but after hearing the shattering of glass, you realized that she threw a beer bottle at you. You could feel the sting of alcohol and glass mingling with your open wounds on your shoulder. The sting was almost as bad as your arm, but you didn’t stop running especially when you glanced behind you to see her running at you with a knife raised and the fork protruding from her arm.

You flung open the door and sprinted out without bothering to close the door behind you. As your bare feet hit the sidewalk, you could hear your mother stop at the end of the stairs and shout at you to come back. You never stopped.

You didn’t stop until your feet took you to the Minecraft residence’s front door. Nobody was on the street as it was about eleven at night. You hesitated to knock on their door, you ignored the family for the past six months, and you weren’t sure if they even wanted you there. After five minutes of thinking, you just sighed as you walked back down the wooden stairs and walked back towards the sidewalk.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” You froze up at Tommy’s sleep riddled voice. You stayed frozen as you heard him stomp over to you. He placed a firm hand on your injured shoulder and forced you to turn around. His angry expression faded into a concerned one when he heard you start to sob and flinch away from him.

“Wha- shit are you bleeding?” You nodded slightly and he gently turned you back around to see a patch of darkened cloth on your shirt. You could feel him shaking as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the house. He plopped you at the dining room table and told you to wait there. With that, he sprinted up the stairs and brought back a serious Philza holding a first aid kit.

When he saw you bruised and battered, you could hear him take in a sharp intake of breath and saw unbridled anger flash across his face. You flinched away from him when he approached you.

“Hey,” he said in a gentle voice, “I won’t hurt you. Can you show me where you’re hurt?”

You eyed him warily like a scared wild animal and reluctantly moved your burned arm away from your chest and showed it to him. This was the first time you saw your forearm; it was an ugly red that expanded up the majority of the underside of your forearm with skin burned off at the edges. Yellow, fluid-filled blisters were starting to form.

You could hear Tommy’s horrified gasp as he turned to run out of the room. You kept your gaze downwards as Philza warned you that he was about to put disinfectant on your wound. He apologized to you when you whimpered in pain at the sting of the alcohol on your exposed nerves. After he was finished wrapping your arm, he asked you to show him where else you’re injured. You turned around so he could see the growing patch of blood staining your now ripped shirt. You could feel him gently move your shirt to the side and heard him wince.

“Shit, there’s glass in here. I’m going to have to get some tweezers to get it out. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You were then alone in the kitchen for a moment before he came back with a worried Wilbur and Techno in tow. The brunet pulled up a chair next to you and asked if it was alright to hold your hand. After you hesitantly nodded, he grabbed your hand and started to run his thumb over your knuckles. Techno held a light close to your shoulder as Philza started to tweeze out the green tinted glass from your shoulder.

Every time you would suck in air through your teeth and muffle your yelps with your other hand, Wilbur would whisper reassurances to you and hold your hand tighter. After the glass was out, the wound was disinfected, and wrapped in gauze, Philza told the boys to leave the room. He grabbed both of your hands and gave you the best reassuring smile that he could.

“Tell me what happened.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt tears well up in your eyes, “I tried Phil, I really did. She never got better no matter what I did.”

“What do you mean, are you talking about your mom?” You could hear the angry undertone of his voice. You tensed up and nodded.

“She… she needs help. She was never the same after Dad died, she started drinking. It started off with only one beer a day, but after seventh grade she was going through an entire case in a day. She’d punish me if I said or did anything about it. No dinner for a week was a popular one until she started to ban me from the house for weeks on end. She never went on business trips, Phil. She got a knife today. I-I thought she was actually gonna kill me this time, I was so scared.”

Without another word, he pulled you into a tight hug, letting you sob freely into his shoulder. “It was my fault, I couldn’t help her! She- she needed me and I couldn’t help her.” You said between sobs. He hugged you tighter and started to rub your back, making sure to avoid your shoulder. “None of this is your fault, you can’t help someone if they don’t want help. Sometimes you can’t fix someone who’s too far gone.”

“Am I too far gone?”

“No, you aren’t. We’ll help you through this, we won’t let anybody hurt you ever again. You’re gonna go on to live a good life.” You passed out in his arms after a while of crying.

When you woke up, you were in Tommy and Tubbo’s room. The two boys jumped to your side and pulled you into a tight group hug. After you tried to apologize to them for how you treated them in the past six months, they shushed you and just sat there in silence hugging you.

Later that day you found out that your mother was found by your neighbor on the front porch with her wrists slit and empty beer bottles surrounding her. She was breathing, but just barely. Currently she was in an unstable condition in the hospital. You had a full breakdown when you found out that she almost killed herself because of you. You had run out of the house and to your safe place in the park. You hadn’t been there in a few years, so you hoped that it was still there.

Sure enough, it was still there albeit a bit overgrown. The blanket in the plastic bag was in the same place where you left it. You had no idea how long you were sitting there crying and having a panic attack, but when you came to your senses it was dark outside. You could hear crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves in the entrance of your hideout.

A brunet head poked itself in and smiled when he saw you. Tubbo fully came into the nook and gestured for someone to follow. Tommy’s blond hair made itself apparent before he joined you two inside.

“Nice little place you have here. It’s… homey.” Tubbo rubbed his hands together and blew warm air on them. You threw one side of the blanket at him and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Thanks, I used to sleep here sometimes… How’d you find me?”

“We could hear you,” Tommy pulled out his phone and typed something on it before pocketing it and sitting next to you. He covered himself with the blanket as Tubbo followed suit. You sat in silence before Tommy broke it.

“How long has she been hittin you?”

“Tommy!” Tubbo scolded him.

“She started about six months ago.”

“Six months ago… that was when you cancelled plans! I knew something was wrong Tubbo.”

Tubbo said nothing as he looked at you with a helpless expression. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted him. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. Everything’s my fault. I’m the reason my mom’s in the hospital right now fighting for her life. I wasn’t there for her.” You would’ve started crying if it weren’t for the fact that you just felt so drained and numb.

“The fuck do you mean? She was about to kill you! You told us that she was about to stab you, what else were you supposed to do, just let her kill you?!” Tommy exclaimed.

You shrugged, “maybe. If she did she’d be happy, I was just a burden to her. I- I just wanted her to be happy and I would never be able to do that as long as I’m alive. If she killed me she wouldn’t be in the hospital right now.”

“What the fuck (y/n),” Tubbo shouted, startling you. He never shouts, let alone swears. “How could you even say that? I don’t know what I’d do without you, everything would be so boring and nothing would be the same without you. Fuck her happiness, she’s a wretched woman if the only way she can be happy is when you’re dead. Fuck her.”

You and Tommy stared at the seething boy in shock. He never shouted when he was angry, he only did that once when he found out that Tommy was being bullied. Whenever he sweared, that’s when you knew his emotions were hitting him at full force. Tommy quickly recovered from his shock to join him, “yeah fuck her, man! She can go suck a dick.” He was interrupted by his phone buzzing.

“Dad’s here, c’mon he’s worried sick about you.” After they helped you out of your safe place, they both wrapped an arm around your shoulders and walked you to the parking lot. You could see the headlights of the lone car in the lot turn off before the door swung open and a figure rushed towards you. You pushed yourself behind Tommy and Tubbo and hid behind them fearfully. They both turned around and put a hand on your shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s our dad.”

You peeked over their shoulders and saw a mop of disheveled, long blond hair. Philza looked like he was just told that there was an antidote for a fatal poison he just ingested, despite the flash of hurt that showed on his face. His blue eyes were accentuated by the redness of his sclera and you can see the relief painted in them. A gentle smile was on his face as he moved his arms up. Without another word, you launched yourself at him and pulled him into the tightest hug you could manage with your shoulder.

“Are your accusations true, Mx. (L/n)?”

Your gaze flickered over to your mother sitting on the other side of the courtroom. She looked at you with no expression on her face. Her wrists were wrapped tightly in a white bandage that was a stark contrast to the bright orange prison uniform and the silver of the handcuffs. She wasn’t the woman you knew when your dad was alive. The life was sucked out of her the second she picked up that phone call.

You looked back at the lawyer, “yes sir.”

“I have no further questions, your honor.”

“You may return to your seat, Mx. (L/N).”

You stood up and walked as confidently as you could past the dull eyes of your mother and back to your seat between Tommy and Tubbo. You held their hands tightly as the trial moved onwards. Buster’s owner even stepped up to the witness stand to give his testimony. Apparently he knew about the abuse from your late night conversations with Buster. He had contacted CPS and the police multiple times but the case was always dropped for some reason that you couldn’t bring yourself to ponder. A few of your previous teachers even showed up to give their testimonies. Their words, though true and slightly sweet, rubbed you the wrong way. If they ‘knew something was happening at home with you’, then why didn’t they do anything when it was happening? You tried to focus on the rest of the trial.

Your mother’s only witness was herself, and she did a piss poor job at it. She was basically digging her own grave with every word that came out of her mouth. The entire time, she was staring at you with her infamous dull eyes.

“Do you have any further points you would like to add, Mrs. (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have always loved my child. They were my husband’s pride and joy, the splitting image of him. Their rightful place is safe with their real parent at our home.”

You could feel Tommy attempt to stand up, but you pulled him back down; now was not the time for him to start yelling in anger. Tubbo squeezed your hand in reassurance and glanced at you. You were staring at the woman you called your mother with pain and hate filled eyes. You wished her words were sincere, but you knew fully well that they weren’t. The words that left her mouth would’ve been one hundred percent true and genuine when your dad was still alive, but he’s buried six feet under in a military cemetary now and he has been for years. You would’ve given anything, even your own life, for those words to be true a month ago, but you knew better now. Mothers don’t treat their kids like this, they’re supposed to give their children their unconditional love and take care of them. As far as you were concerned, she was no longer your mother. She forfeited that title the second she turned to the bottle. Philza is and will always be more of a parental figure than she’ll ever be.

After the jury left to discuss, the court was in a recess. You slipped out of the room and speed walked to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You could see heavy eye bags under your dull eyes. The dullness of your eyes, to your horror, reminded you of your mother, so you splashed your face with water. That fixed it, your eyes were slightly brighter. You could still see the faint outline of the scar on your cheek from when she first hit you. Small scars littered your face from the more recent wounds she gave you before you ran.

A knock sounded at the door, “(y/n), the recess is almost over.” It was Techno.

You patted your face dry and went to leave the bathroom. The pink haired boy that you now saw as your older brother was waiting patiently for you on the other side. He put a gentle hand on your shoulder and led you back to the courtroom. There, the rest of the Minec- no, your family was waiting for you. Just as you reached them, the judge announced that the jurors would be arriving back. The entire courtroom stood as they walked in.

“Have you reached a verdict?” The judge asked.

“We have.”

“Mrs. (L/n) and Mr. Langsburg, would you stand and face the jury? You may read the verdict.”

“We the jury of the state court find the defendant guilty under the charges of child abuse and child neglect.”

Tommy clapped a hand on your shoulder as Tubbo squeezed your hand. They both smiled widely at you. You, however, didn’t acknowledge them. You were only staring at the empty eyes of your mother as she was looking at the jury. Her reaction was akin to her breaking a pencil, like it didn’t matter to her. Like all the years abuse that she put you through didn’t matter was as trivial as breaking a pencil.

“So say you all?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“I hereby sentence Mrs. (L/n) to twelve years in the state penitentiary with no opportunity of parole. Mr. Philza Minecraft shall be bestowed the custody of Mx. (Y/n) (l/n) as they do not have any next of kin. Court is adjourned.” With that, she banged the gavel and the courtroom exploded in the bustling of people. You never took your eyes off from your mo- no, the monster with the dull eyes as she picked at something in her nails boredly. Just as she looked up to meet your gaze, Tommy pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly. You were passed around the family in the courtroom for their individual hugs. Philza’s was comforting, Tubbo’s was congratulatory, Wilbur’s was warm, and Techno’s was slightly awkward, yet soft.

At home, you spent most of your time in the spare room Philza had given you. He had offered to help you decorate it, but you had no idea where to start. You were never allowed to have decorations in your old room. You kept the room simplistic and your possessions light.

You often stared at your dad’s portrait on your nightstand wondering what your life could’ve been like if you never asked him for McDonalds that day. Your family probably would’ve been stationed in who knows where and moved around often, as is customary in most military families. You probably would’ve never met Tommy and Tubbo in third grade. You probably would’ve never met your now older brothers and new father. You didn’t want to imagine a life without them.

After a few days of you being locked up in your room, Tommy and Tubbo came into your room with mischievous grins. You knew them like the back of your hand, so you knew the second you saw their faces that they were about to do something. You sat up and looked at them suspiciously.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re not doing anything, (y/n). Right Tubbo?”

“Right Tommy.” Tubbo nodded curtly. They still had grins on their faces. They walked over to your bed before they picked you up and walked you out of the room. You didn’t have the energy to fight them, so you laid limp in their arms. They eventually took you down to the living room and plopped you down onto the couch between them. Techno tossed them a blanket when they then used to wrap you tightly into a blanket burrito. The home screen of Disney Plus was pulled up on the TV and the curtains were drawn. Philza and Wilbur exited the kitchen with glasses of water and two big bowls of popcorn.

They smiled widely when they saw you squashed between your brothers, putting a bowl of popcorn in your lap and three glasses of water nearby. The two next to you dug into the popcorn as the rest of the family made themselves comfortable on the couch.

“What are we doing?”

“Movie night! We’re gonna binge the Marvel movies, your favorite!” Tubbo grinned at you, practically bouncing in his seat.

“Just double checking, the order is Captain America, Captain Marvel, Iron Mans One and Two, Incredible Hulk, Avengers, Thor-”

You cut Wilbur off with a mumbled “first Thor, then the first Avengers movie.”

“Glad I asked then! The timeline would’ve been thrown off.”

As the movies progressed, you started to finally feel like you belonged as a part of the family. Laughter came easier to you, mingling effortlessly with the family’s laughter. Every time you laughed at a scene, they would give you a smile and laugh alongside you. Eventually after about halfway through Captain America: The Winter Soldier, everyone had fallen asleep on the couch. Soft snores and the quiet sounds of the occasional fight scene filled the room as your eyelids started to close involuntarily. You looked around the room at the rest of your family. They all looked peaceful in their slumber. Tommy and Tubbo’s protective hold of their arms around your shoulders made you feel safe. It was in that moment that you realized that they would never let anyone hurt you ever again. You were a part of an actual, loving family. With that, you let yourself fall asleep into a peaceful slumber surrounded by the people that loved you the most.

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Comforting them when they're upset pt. 2 ༘ *

Pairings: Nihachu, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, P!Tommy, P!Tubbo, P!Skeppy, P!Philza × Reader

Part 1

Nihachu

If she gets upset her first thought is to go to you

She trusts you and knows that if she ever needed anything you'd be right there to help her

To cheer her up you usually cook for her, and she joins you because cooking in company is fun

Will it probably end up in a food fight that'll ruin whatever you were cooking? Yes

But is she now laughing and having fun? Absolutely

You win some you lose some

But her smile is the biggest win for you

"Don't fling your filling at me, honey"

"Is that an attempt at a Legally Blonde reference?"

"...maybe"

Quackity

I feel bad saying this, but I feel like if he is upset he's not gonna tell you

Not because he doesn't trust you, but because he feels like he's bothering you

One way or another you'll realize that he's not well

But also he's not very good at hiding it

You have to make the first move

Starting slowly asking if he's ok and once he gets comfortable enough he'll let it all out

But this is nothing a little drive can't fix

Just you two, screaming song lyrics like you're the two protagonist of this world

Spending time with you like this makes him forget whatever happened

And he repays you in hugs and kisses

"dID YOU JUST PLAY DESPACITO?!"

"SI-"

Karl Jacobs

Writing them upset is making me upset

Ok this can go two ways.

If he's not that upset he'll just come to you with one of those adorable pounts and wait for you to come hug him

Or he gets frustrated and sad, which you don't like

Who or what dares make your sunshine sad?

You don't even need an explanation. You take him to the couch, wrap him in a blanket, give him a little kiss and you two have a cartoon marathon until early in the morning

Also monsters, many MANY cans of monsters

It's okayyy, who needs sleep?

You two probably crash at 6AM

But he won't go to sleep without thanking you

"You're the best"

"So I've been told, now sleep"

Tommy [Platonic]

He is not, ever, gonna show that he's upset

Likes to keep it to himself

Unfortunately for him, he's very bad at hiding it

He subconsciously ends up calling you and just says that he was bored

But you know better and you already got ready to go to his house

The first time you did this he begged you not to, almost not letting you in his house

Motherinnit had to step in cause it was raining

In the end he gave up and actually felt better thanks to you

Now, whenever this happens, you act on it quickly

He calls you and sounds a bit off? You're already putting your shoes on

Somehow he's still surprised by your visits

"Open the door"

"What? You're here? When did you even get out?"

"When you called, now let me in! I'm freezing!"

Tubbo [Platonic]

He doesn't let it get to him, so it seems like he's ok

But once in a while, it's gets too much even for him

Sometimes he'll call you and just tell you what happened

Other times he'll come to your house, saying that he wants to hang out, and later on tell you what happened

Tubbo's not much of a physical person, so hugs are a super rare thing

But he enjoys whenever you give him pats, just as a small sign of affection and comfort

And you'll probably end up watching South Park togheter, he's obsessed I swear

"Season 19?"

"Aw you know me so well"

"Yeah not like you talk about it every single day"

Skeppy [Platonic]

Doesn't really care but deep down he's getting frustrated by it

He needs to distract himslef so he'll just drag you out of the house to do something, anything

The first few times he did this you just let it go, like it was probably normal

But after a while you noticed that it was just him trying to forget about something, not really wanting to talk about it or act on it

He probably also gets a little more clingy, if possible

All in all, he's good just wants to not think about it

"Get in loser we're going shopping"

"Did you watch Mean Girls without me? Rude much."

Philza [Platonic]

Of course, if he was upset, he'd go to his wife first

But, if you notice he's upset while with you, you're gonna try and help

Probably doesn't happen much but you're always there for him when it does

If he needs any type of advice he'll ask you

Or if he just want a little distraction you'll suggest you play something togheter, like Minecraft :D

"Phil, I fell down the mountain"

"Why did you jump down?!"

"I FELL-"

#dreamsmp #mcyt #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #dreamsmpscenarios #dsmpscenarios #nihachu x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #platonic #tommyinnit #tubbo #skeppy #philza #beescenarios

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snoopdoodle · 3 years

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collab with : @sunflowerdaisybee

so glad we could do this!!

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Stop I live for this type of stuff :D also if you like it enough id love to do a part 2 !!

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Dad, but not

SECOND PART \\ THIRD PART

platonic!ranboo x dad!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: Ranboo's dad (reader) is in town.

You raised Ranboo, like a father would to a child. Although, you weren't his birth-father, or related to him in anyway possible, he still considered you his dad. You had gon through all of his accomplishments with himHe’d brag about you on and no on stream, and when chat would ask to mean you, he'd flat out reject their request with a hard no…. seriously, there's a compilation of it on youtube. He had told you this previously, but soon enough, he would be leaving for the UK to meet up with his friends, you remember their names. Tommy, Tubbo, and Philza. You think back to it.

“I wish you could come with me, dad. You and Phil would get along well…. Probably.” He had said, and you smiled at the thought, it was funny to you. Meeting up with your… kid’s friends and having nothing to talk about. “What would we talk about? I don’t enjoy playing Minecraft like those people.” You spoke, laughing as Ranboo groaned. You laughed whole-heartedly again as you heard the banging on his desk. It was probably his fist. You’d yet to hell him, but you’d be going to Europe for a business trip in a few weeks. Actually, it was the same week as him. It was just 2 days off that your company scheduled the flight. You were ready to tell him, but you heard his “Streaming alarm” go off, so you had to wait.

Your thoughts were ripped away from you by a ping from your phone. You smiled as you looked at it, it was Ranboo and his friend, Tubbo, in the car. Poor kid, he was too tall for the car so he had to slouch down a mile. It made you laugh, so you sent a simple text, being tired and not knowing how to work the phone well enough when you’re sleepy.

My kid sent a message at 6:13am, 9/14/21

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You sent a message at 6:15am, 9/14/21

Lol, happy you’re happy, kid. Keep making me laugh and I won’t be able to sleep.

My kid sent a message at 6:16am, 9/14/21

JNKJNA LOVE YOY TO DAAD

You sent a message at 6:16am, 9/14/21

Grammar, you’re smart.

My kid sent a message at 6:17am, 9/14/21

Ok grandpa, love you too. 🙄

You sent a message at 6:16am, 9/14/21

That’s my boy. Love ya’, kid. ❤

You smiled at your phone, falling asleep shortly after. You’d need it for the 12 hour plane ride.

You woke up tired, there was still 3 hours left on the plane ride. The sun was shining in your face and you could see the clouds close up. You unplugged your phone from the airplane’s charger and chuckled as you saw the notifications. “7 unread messages from him? Jeez kid, I was asleep.” You laughed again as you read the messages. “Met with Tommy, watched a movie, cat… jeez, updating me on every part of your life, aren’t we.” you mumbled. It was funny, so the person beside you laughed. “Sorry, sorry, I heard your mumbling and I thought it was funny, I’m Kristin.” The woman smiled and held out her hand for a handshake. You contoured your body to shake her hand. She smiled and laughed again, shaking her head.

You smiled at the woman, and decided to start a conversation. “So,” you started, “Why are you headed to England?” She smiled, opening her phone. “Well, I’m on my way to see my husband. Just doing a surprise visit, then heading back to work in America.” She spoke, pulling up an image of her husband. ‘He looks familiar…’ You thought before it hit you. “Oh… my lord..” You dragged out, smiling. “Do you know Ranboo? Has your husband talked about him?” You asked. She looked confused, but nodded. You smiled even wider, happy about this situation. “I’m Ranboo’s dad. Well, not biologically, but I know he talks about me in his streams.” Kristin’s eyes lit up in delight and realization, and you two started talking while exchanging phone numbers in the process.

By the time you all stopped talking, the plane had landed and you were both smiling messes. You were happy to be seated by someone who could understand living with a streamer. “Bye Kristin!” You yelled as she walked to her car. Your face blossomed with a smile as she turned around and waved back. You went to the baggage claim area, walking to go get your [color] bag. You grinned as you saw your bag, the doodles from ranboo were littered on the [color] bag. Speed walking over to it, you picked it up and set it on the floor. Adjusting the backpack that was settled on your shoulders, you grabbed the suitcase’s handle and sped off to find your company’s rental car. You walked through the crowds, laughing as you could see over almost everyones’ head. You were really tall amongst these people, at the raging height of 6’2.

You smirked as you reached your company’s car, biting the inner part of your lips. You hopped into the car, it was a Subaru, so this should be fun. You drove right out of the parking garage and sped to your hotel. Once you go there, unpacking all of your things, you decide to walk around the town. You were feeling pretty hungry after only being able to eat crummy plane food, so you wme with your next best bet. Although, throughout this whole time, you didn't tell Ranboo that you would be in England. You only realized this when you heard him. “Y/N?” Your eyes shot open, and you turned around to face him. You could see his confused smile through his mask. “Y/N?” He asked again, and this time you walked right to him, dragged him down, and nuggied his head. “Kid! You scared the crap outta me!” You yelled. Ranboo was hitting your hand, wanting you to let go.

“Hey, man. Get off our friend.” A dark voice spoke. You turned to look at who it was, but a wave of surprise hit you. It was Tommy, with Tubbo and Wilbur behind him. You frowned and flicked Ranboo on his forehead. His hands rushed to cover the spot. “Ow! What the hell, dad?!” The confusion and relief washed over the group’s faces. They know you're not a stranger, but you're his dad? Realization hit Tubbo before anyone else. “Wait!! You're the guy ranboo always talks about on streams!” He shouted. Tommy and Wilbur realized this as well, and smiled. “Oh yeah, I should probably introduce myself.” You started, clearing your throat. “I’m Ranboo's dad…. but not.” You said. The 3 boys gave a roar of laughter to that sentence, and you had to give your two cents of chuckles as well. These next weeks are gonna be amazing.

#x male reader #male reader #platonic!ranboo #platonic bench trio #platonic!ranboo x reader #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #platonic tubbo #dsmp ranboo #dad!reader #male!reader

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