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can’t wait for more!!!

PART UNO. raid raid raid

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > dreamwastaken x fem!reader

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > slight cursing , simping for minecraft creatures

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.7k

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > dreams raiding small streamers and just so happens to find a girl named river . . .

do i know what i’m doing? nope. not a single clue. but we’re at the beginning so. 😀 if this sucks bare with me alright i’m trying.

. . . . . .

Dream sat at his computer the twitch homescreen loaded up on his screen. He had posted a tweet earlier about wanting to give some small streamers some regoniction so that’s what he was doing. After streaming raids and letting the joy of someone elses reaction to him raiding them and gifting a few subs he was pretty tired.

He been doing this for about four hours now and as much as he would have loved to keep going it was getting kinda late and there were a few things waiting to be done before tomorrow morning.

“Okay chat before I go, we’re going to do one more except I’ll let you guys choose who it is.” He watched as the comments came flooding in barely able to read them.

User840: DO RIVERSBROKEN PLEASE

User94: YES DO RIVER.

User11: Who’s river-?

User76: I love Riv so much her energy is just #chefskiss

User455: open up her live lmao I think she’s rediculing her chat again

User1: AGAIN-?

“Alright Riversbroken today is your lucky day.” He typed the user in the search bar opening up the live but not starting the raid just yet.

“We talked about this chat. You can’t simp for the Enderman.” The screen camera was facing her minecraft character as she crouched and uncrouched multiple times.

User22: but their just so hot

User90: Riv stop capping you know you simp for them aswell

User004:i dont simp for men.

User66: creatures*

“Goodness gracious, you guys don’t ever behave do you?” She joked teasingy switching back to first person and going inside the little minecraft house she had built.

Dream automatically knew she deserved a raid and that’’s exactly what he did.

User7: DREAM RAIDD

Usernolife: DREAMY BOIII RAID

User20: Dream watchers in the house bb

“Oh my god am I getting my first raid..” The stream went silent as River checked her stream having had to close it to respond to one of her friends on discord. “Oh shit-.”

User65: DID RIV JUST CURSE-

User003: NOT RIVER SAYING A BAD WORD

User34: Oooh-

“Chat shut up. Hi Raidersss!” She dragged out the ending a smile evident on her voice from her tone.

“And Mr. Dream as well thank you so much for the raid.”

Dream smiled, this most definitely had to be his favorite raid. Deciding he wanted to get to know the faceless girl who seemed to be building a castle of some kind he sent a five dollar text to speech dono.

Dream donated 5 dollars ! hello river , how are you doing today?

River smiled to herself despite no one being able to see her. “Hello Dream, I am doing quite well today I just got raided by one of my favs so I’m well, how are you?”

Dream donated 10 dollars ! Well who may this fav be? And I am also doing quite well today tyvm <3

user000: DID HE JUST SEND A HEART

user57.8: MY FAVS INTERACTING 😩

user88: NO ONE DONATE MY BABES NEED THEIR OWN TIME

The girl on the opposite side of the computer giggling silently at the chat. “I think you know.” She whispered into the mic.

Dream donated 25 dollars ! no I don’t think I do please tell me more

“Humble yourself why don’t ya.” her laugh making dream smile as well.

User3435: tbh chat is just third wheeling atp ngl

User544: damn we lost her bois 😔 dream collecting hot streamers that are older than him like pokémon cards <\3

Used000: NOT POKÉMON CARDS

User11!: wait i’m new when’s rivs birthday?

User101: @User11! August 10th 1998, lmao born right in between corpse and dream

User999: So this is love mmmm

Dreamwastaken gifted 100 tier 1 subs !

“Wow you really know the way to a girls heart now don’t you,” Dream chuckled shaking his head. “But on a serious note thank you, it means the world to me.”

And that it did. River had started her twitch career not to long ago and to be recognized by the person who got her into streaming minecraft was such an amazing feeling.

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I LITERALLY HAVE THE GEORGE RING BUT IN SILVER !!!

Streamers giving you a promise ring for your romantic/platonic relationship:

DREAM

GEORGE

SAPNAP

WILBUR SOOT

BADBOYHALO

KARL JACOBS

CORPSE

ERET

TUBBO

TOMMYINNIT

QUACKITY

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hello!! i was just wondering if the links in your masterlinks are broken or you’ve just deleted it :(

hello! I didn’t know they didn’t work, I’m at school rn but when I get home I’ll redo them! thank you for telling me!!

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Holy crap your writing outdoes itself every time :O

here’s my application for the karlnap fandom ,,, please accept me ,,,

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I WANT A WILBUR 😭

hii could i request prompt 17 with tall man wilby scoot? or with ranboo platonically!! ur choice <3

wilbur x gn!reader

they/them

lowercase intended :)

prompt : how are you so small?

a/n : wilbur but just,, tired and complement happy .. i love this sm

wilbur smiled as he gently held y/n’s face. his fingers ever so slightly curling up to have a gentle grip on the smaller. “you’re so cute..” he cooed silently, appreciating his partner. “i hate you so much.” they joked, making wilbur pull them into a light kiss. “i love you too, darling.” he smiled as y/n completely melted under his fingertips.

“you’re so cute.” he mumbled, his pupils wide and his eyes filled with the look of love. wilbur sighed.“you’re so tiny compared to me..” his hand curled up their jaw slightly, his calloused finger tips gave warmth to the cool skin. “it’s not my fault i’m not a giant.” y/n giggled, their eyes completely locked on him. “no i’m not complaining.” wilbur traced their jawline. “i think it’s quiet cute honestly. plus it’s easy to pick you up and hold you..” he gave a sleepy smile. one that was almost too weak to even show.

y/n felt roses bloom on their cheeks. “where is all of this sappy romance stuff coming from?” they tilted their head to the side, enjoying the warmth wilbur’s touch gave them. “it’s just what i think all of the time. i just.. don’t say it.” he shrugged, eyes going from y/n’s own to their lips. he used his slight grip on their jaw to pull them forward to meet their lips. brushing over them ever so softly, enjoying the feeling of euphoria that rushed through his body.

tag list : @basilly @disastrousdream @luluwinchester @forutheworld @mayasimagines @losingvienna

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aww I really love this

Steamy Beans Coffee

SBI Inc x Reader! PLATONIC! 

This is for the writing event I’m doing with @basilly enjoy! 

“Tommy! Take table five’s order please!” Tommy looked up from his textbook towards table five “On it!” he called picking up his notepad and rushing over towards the older couple that had sat down. “Hello, Welcome to Steamy Bean Coffee, my name is Tommy what can I get you?” he smiled warmly showing off his braces.  

“Y/n! I need two more cherry Danishes please!” Wilbur called from the sweets counter as he took the last Apple Danish moving quickly to put it into a small pastry bag and slipping it into the box “Our baker is gonna make two ones fresh for you sir, sorry for the wait,” Techno said from the cashier stand as he handed the receipt to the grumpy looking man.  

“I have a whole batch being done in like 10 minutes!” Y/n called back using tongs to take fresh donuts out of the fryer laying them onto a drip rack so grease wouldn’t get everywhere.  

“Hey kiddo, how ya doin?” They turned and smiled as Phil came in the employee entrance “Good! Busy out there today,” Phil peaked over the order window and nodded slowly “I can see, need someone to frost these when they’re cool?” he offered slipping an apron over his head and motioning to the drying donuts “Yes Please!”  

“Finally,” Y/n breathed plopping down into one of the chairs in the main dining area “Tech, flip the sign for us mate,” Phil said waving his free hand towards the door as his other was full of a tray that had used mugs and plates on them.  

“Tommy, you’re on dish duty-” “AWE COME ON!” Tommy complained from his spot on top the counter where his feet swung midair. Wilbur laughed “HA! Good luck nerd,” Phil turned around “Wil you can help him,”  

“AWE MAN!” Y/n held back their own laughter knowing that if they too laughed, they would be made to help. Techno sat at their table and chuckled “better them than us,” he said watching as Wil trudged into the kitchen to help his younger brother “You two!” the two siblings at the table perked up “Y/n you sweep and Tech you mop,”  

They looked at each other “Spoke too soon,” Y/n nodded “Way too soon,”  

Music soon started blasting over the speakers of the coffee shop making Y/n look over at their older brother “Wil! You always make the best playlists!” Of course, Tommy disagreed and argued with Wil while they cleaned but everyone else seemed to be enjoying the upbeat music, dancing along as they cleaned.  

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of course dog tommy only likes woman 💀

MCYT’s as Dogs!

This is my first actual post, so I hope you enjoy. 

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the fic and drawings are incredible wtf

"Its your season- can't you feel it?"

dnf from the opening scene of @heytherestilinski s cryptid au and fic "My Sun, My Star, My Moon" on ao3!

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your techno fics just never miss. they’re always masterpieces 😖

Techno soulmate au you say? PLEASE

𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚

when your tattoo shows the first thought your soulmate had when they saw you.

ivory snowflakes danced though the air, blessing your rubescent nose — your thoughts scolded you, why didn’t you bring more furs, why didn’t you bring thicker shoes, is there snow in your gloves or are you just losing feeling in your fingers.

you tried wiggling your fingers, nope. definitely losing feeling. at least you’d remembered to bring your thick mask, helping the bridge of your nose and your mouth to stay ‘warm’. the snow reached your ankles, blanketing you in nothing but a numb sensation. the pallid reaches of the winter sun did you no favours, wind blowing harshly.

it was only another hour’s walk to the portal, you could make it. it was either make the walk or die trying, goddamit.

it seemed your body chose the latter, vision blurring as you collapsed into the snow, hood hiding your features as you heard a distant door slam.

you awoke to warmth. crackling fire singing symphonies to you, “shit,” you mumbled — noticing the distinct lack of furs on your body, “what the fuck!” you lifted the massive furry blanket that lay on top of you, seeing that you were clad in a large grey jumper and black sweats. you were in a cottage, laying on a warm spread as you sat up, disorientated and confused.

“you’re awake.” a voice mumbled as you snapped your neck in their direction. ‘who the fuck is this weird guy?’ you thought. the man was obnoxiously tall with braided long pink hair that drifted in a fringe down his face, sharp eyes squinted at you. his thin, pretty nose was almost upturned. a crown of black zirconias and crimson rubies rested beautifully on his head.

“oh, i didn’t expect them to be pretty” a voice spoke in your head, confused as the man’s peach tinted lips didn’t move at all.

“you didn’t expect me to be pretty? did you see someone lying in the snow and automatically assume them to be the scum of the earth, pig boy?” you accused, standing up — which was a bad decision as you would’ve sunk to the ground had two delicate hands not braced your arms up.

“you’re my soulmate.” he said, voice gruff but tone monotonous - sounding as if he had anything better to do. you pushed yourself away from his hands, scowling, “i’m not your fuckin’ soulmate, what are you talkin—“

“neither of us spoke an’ yet our voices were heard. our first thoughts of the other.” his gaze got hazy, shock filling him.

you stared in surprise, considering the man in front of you. he was your soulmate? the one you’d spend the rest of your life with? and the first thing he thought of you is that you’re pretty-? your face hazed a sakura pink.

“undressing me aside, i’d like to.. introduce myself..” you felt bashful, becoming more and more flustered as time went on. the more you looked at him, the more you noticed little details about him that you wouldn’t have noticed before; the small point at the end of his canines, the natural shine that graced the sloping curvature of his nose, his fuschia eyes that, in the right light, turned a vengeful red.

“i’m ____” you introduced yourself, rubbing the back of your neck with growing embarrassment. you felt bad for your first thoughts vs his, but it wasn’t your fault that you were raised to be wary of strangers - especially strangers that have undressed you while you were practically dying of hypothermia.

“technoblade,” he returned the favour, humming - he offered his hand to you (his hands glittered with aureate rings, gleaming with emerald and vermillion hues)

“you live out here all alone, technoblade?” you took his hand, letting him take you downstairs to where a a basic oak wood furnitured room with a comfy cot and coral red terracotta walls sat. “you can stay here, the storm’s we get out here are month lasting and you’re obviously not equipped to withstand it.” he was blunt, not taking extra time to pretty up words but preferring to be upfront - you liked it. your cheeks flowered in embarrassment, knowing you were glad you nearly died in the snow, you wouldn’t have met him otherwise.

techno wouldn’t admit he liked having you around, that would ruin the stoic theme he’s got going on - but when a month turned to two months, he silently thanked mother nature. every morning, before techno ventured out to do what needs to be done, you braided his silk hair, taking your time to slowly rake through it caringly. you packed his bags for him and waved him goodbye

he liked seeing your face when he woke up in the morning.

you, on the other hand, were having an internal battle — you were never one to fall in love quickly but ...... there was something different about him, maybe it’s the face he’s your soulmate - you two are predestined to be together, the threads of fate entwined your very two souls together. if that wasn’t a reason to fall in love then what is?

his quirks amused you, the amount of time it took to put in all of his golden earrings and jewellery — all to achieve the final look of a god, his little drawl of an accent, the little small affections he’d give you sometime—

the timer buzzed, awaking you from your lovesick thoughts, you turned from where your back rested on the kitchen counter, putting on techno’s pink oven mitts and pulling out the pie you baked from the stove. you dusted powdered sugar over the top, reminded of the snow he’d saved you from - your prince. “what’s cookin’ ” you could feel his breath against the back of your neck, turning to see he was nearly pressed up against you. “t— techno!” your smile was uneasy. he looked over you, glancing at the pie - “what have you done?” he asked, eyebrow quirking in suspicion.

“whatever could you mean?” you faked innocence, batting your eyelashes. it was ineffective against the pig man, it was always ineffective against the pig man.

“you only bake when you’ve broken somethin’ or let the snow in or chipped my crow—”

“that was one time!” you sulked, turning back around to put your pie to cool down. “and anyway, can’t i just bake a pie for you cus i like you?” you couldn’t see but techno’s face lit up, eyes widening. a small smile fell on his face although he’d never say that.

techno decided he loved you three months in, when he walked in on you dressed in his robe and crown, putting on a monotonous tone and making yourself laugh. he wouldn’t reveal himself stood in the doorway, watching you. “my name is technoblade,” you said with a completely flatline voice, “i have really nice hair and i have the looks of a god but i’ll never show any emotion cus that’s cringe and for nerds,” you used his lingo against him, continuing to say other crude phrases.

“my name is technoblade, i’m emotionally unreceptive to every romantic gesture that the person living in my house throws my way,” you didn’t laugh at this one, derobing yourself and taking the crown off of your head. romantic gesture? since when have you been giving him romantic gestures. then it clicked; the baked goods, the casual affection, the hair braiding — it was all you trying to give him hints. shit. how could he be so stupid, of course you returned his feelings you were soulmates that was like the whole point!

“havin’ fun?” technoblade asked, sharp smirk playing on his lips. you jumped, shouting in fear, “you asshole! since when have you been there?”

“just got here. i am allowed in my own house, yknow.” his amusement seeped into his voice. stepping forward, he ruffled your hair - moving past you and going to his own space, he had a lot to think about it.

it was time for you to leave, the storm had let up after three months. three months that felt like three days, seeing your soulmate everyday made you happier than you’d been in a long time — and your heart ached as you packed your things.

it wasn’t that you wanted to leave, no, but there was no invitation to stay. you assumed he was sick of you, three months with a crazy stray he just so happened to be made for.

meanwhile, technoblade was confused. why were you leaving? he thought he made it clear through actions that he didn’t want you to leave - he was never one for speaking emotions like this - but as you packed, you looked so sad and it pierced his heart.

you’d baked him a final pie, this one filled with a strawberry filling — technoblade couldn’t help but be reminded of in ancient rome when strawberries were associated with the goddess of love and considered widely for their symbol of fertility. his face heated up.

the two of you sat next to each other, your head on his shoulder as you stared out of the window into the endless ivory blanket that lay out there. “i don’t want to go, tech” you confessed, lifting your head from his shoulders. “i- i like it here. with you. and i know you’re a solitary person and you like to be alone but we’re made for each other and i want to be with—”

techno’s hands snaked to your cheeks and his lips cut you off, laying claim to yours. you made a noise of surprise but quickly adapted, closing your eyes and kissing him back — he tasted like strawberries. he pulled back, a light pant to his voice, “don’t go. i don’t want you to go.” his words were simple but they encompassed his every emotion. it was quick, but it was ok — nothing could go wrong.

you were made for each other.

hi :) i wrote this at like 5am so please excuse how bad it is, it’s rushed and just the pacing is off but i hope you enjoyed anyway. someone requested a part 2 for enemy in the streets, lover in the sheets so i’ll be writing that at some point today (lockdown means i can get out like three new ones every day lmao) but ya <3 i think the end sentence is a bit creepy lmao but pog pog pog pog

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ayyy big man tommy coming thru

Lost in IKEA: SBI! Wilbur Soot x Reader

Summary: Wilbur loses Tommy in an IKEA, and recruits a cute stranger to help retrieve him.

Warnings: Caps Lock, probably strong language

Pronouns:They/Them

A/N: This is the first and probably last fluff you will receive, enjoy it

A disheveled brunette rushed towards his unsuspecting target, nearly hitting them in the process. 

“I’m so sorry, but I lost my little brother and I need to find him, could you help me?” He panted out.

“Um, sure I guess, what does he look like?” (Y/N) didn’t have much to do other than their furniture shopping, and how long could it take to find a lost kid?

A very long time, apparently.

After the man, who they learned was named Wilbur, gave them a brief description of the missing boy (“blonde, tall, very loud and angry”) they started on their search. Through the sections, they went, from kitchenware to bedroom decor, and the child was nowhere to be found. 

(Y/N) could sense the growing anxiety from Wilbur, and so sought to remedy it. 

“Hey, how about we go to the food court? We can take a break and clear our minds. I’ll pay, okay?” They offered. He went to refuse but seemed to decide to comply, as he nodded his head.

They walked towards the home of cheap Swedish food and (Y/N) decided to allow Wilbur to do the talking. Just as he was about to order, they glanced around, until their eyes landed on a pair of boys, one loud blonde, and a significantly quieter brunette. Blonde, check. Tall, check. Loud, definite check.

“Hey Wilbur, I think I found him…” 

At this, Wilbur spun his head and looked to see, none other, than his little brother. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the boy. (Y/N) saw the quieter boy look up at Wilbur, and they assumed he indicated to his friend, who they were reasonably sure was the elusive ‘Tommy’ they had been searching for, that his brother had found him. 

For a moment, the brothers stared at each other. There was a beat of silence, and then-

“WHY WOULD YOU EVER RUN OFF, YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE TO GET YOU HOME BY A CERTAIN TIME OR PHIL WILL BE WORRIED SICK-”

“I’M SORRY I LOST YOU AND TUBBO WAS HERE WITH SAM SO WE JUST SAT DOWN AND LOST TRACK OF TIME-”

“WE’VE DONE THIS A MILLION TIMES BEFORE, ALWAYS MAKE SURE YOU’RE BEHIND ME!”

WELL MAYBE IF SOMEONE WASN’T-”

Their yelling was cut off by Tubbo, who had noticed (Y/N), left at the counter by Wilbur. 

“Wilbur, who were you here with?”

Wilbur seemed to remember his search buddy and beckoned them over. They timidly walked forward, and remembrance flashed onto Tommy’s face. 

“THIS IS THE ONE YOU WERE STARING AT, WHAT DID YOU CALL THEM AGAIN?CU-”

Wilbur quickly shushed his brother, as (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they began to look flustered. Did he find me cute? They were so caught up in helping him find Tommy, they hadn’t begun to assess his apparent attractiveness. He was by no means a bad-looking man, and the thought of perhaps pursuing something with him was appealing.

It seems that while they were stuck in their mind, Wilbur had sent Tubbo off to find Sam and Tommy to the car,(“I can’t trust you to roam a store, so you have to stay in a contained environment”) and was now trying to get their attention with his waving hand.

They blinked up at him, and, not entirely consciously, asked him, “do you think I’m cute?”. After realizing their words, they tensed and couldn’t form anymore. Wilbur also flushed from the sudden accusation and began to stutter his way through an explanation.

“NO- I mean not to say that- I mean you’re very attractive- shit, I’m sorry that was creepy-”

Through his stuttering, they had written down their phone number on a napkin and placed it in his palm.

“If you happen to want a date, I’m free this Saturday at 6, text me for my address?”

His eyes widened, as he nodded, pocketed the paper, and waved goodbye to the now retreating figure.

Maybe he should lose Tommy more often.

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kisses on heads and noses are my weakness >:)

Although They Won’t Listen, I Always Will(bur)

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Reader

Warnings: cursing, fighting with parents, Wilbur literally being the sweetest

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: i had a nasty fight with my parents earlier that triggered negative flashabcks to middle school bullying and i’m Engraged and Sad so i decided to write a oneshot with Wilbur because if no one else will listen to me i’ll just write a fic where a fucking minecraft youtuber treats me with the respect i never seem to fucking get. and if anyone else needs the comfort like i do, here you go, i do hope you enjoy.

(also i’m too angry and sad to proofread so i hope it isn’t utter shit lmao)

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oh goodness, I am so incredibly touch starved >:(

Don’t know if I’ve messaged this to you (if so ignore) or another request thing but I NEED to give the Dream SMP/RP Sbi boys hugs.

I’m desperate for it. I really want to scoop up Tommy and tell him it’s okay and he can relax and he can just be a kid again and I want to hug Techno from behind and tell him he’s not alone and he’s got me and Philza with him all the way and I want to hug Philza and hold him close and let him FINALLY mourn his son and stop upholding his need to be the only adult in the room and hug both Ghostbur and Wilbur and just actually be upset about ghostbur leaving and actually give Wilbur a place to cry snd when I’m upset I want each of them to recognize that and give me the hugs I so desperately crave but hate asking for and just-

Can you tell touchbis my love language yet? Let me comfort the boys and them comfort me in turn, PLEASE.

ofc i gotchu :)

SBI Hugs! || c!SBI c reader

. pronouns: (they/them) *not really mentioned*

. warnings: mentioned death

. comfort fic :(( lots of hugs!

. dsmp!au

. my attempt to write for technoblade and philza for the first time <3

Tommy:

. the child had already gone through a lot of trauma

. exiled, brother died, he was being manipulated, etc.

. he just need someone to tell him it was all okay :(

This was your first visit to Tommy after he had gotten exiled. Desperate to see him again, hug him again, or even talk, determined, you set out to sea. Arriving at Logstirshire, you looked around, trying to find tommy. (The cobblestone tower did alert you that he was there though.)

“Tommy? Tommy are you here?”

“(Y/N)?.. (Y/N)!”

Tommy was coming, running full speed at you, crushing you in a hug.

“You came to visit! No one comes to visit, not even Tubbo- I even threw a party but no one came except dream! Why didn’t you come?”

“You sent out an invite? Tommy i didnt get an invite?”

“Yes you did, I gave one to everyone- and i- no one came.”

You heard his voice crack and his body was trembling. His strong facade was slowly crumbling, body finally slumping. You had caught him as his tears spilt out his eyes and you just hugged him tight. Slowly rubbing circles on his back, you softly spoke.

“It’ll be okay tommy. Once we get you out of here, you can relax and enjoy all the childhood things. I will not let you fade away.”

“thank you (Y/N), I really needed that.” After that, tommy and you had stayed wrapped in each other arms until you left, promising to visit again.

TechnoBlade:

. after visitng tommy, you were determined to find techno’s hideout, after given a couple hints

. trekking through the snow, you spotted a log cabin

. and as you got nearer, you saw techno standing outside

“Techno!”

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.”

“I came to visit-“

“Well you shouldn’t have. I know everyones going to leave me, nothing changes. No one is permanent. They all leave and fall for that stupid government.”

Your heart broke a little at his statement. He began to turn around, back towards you, but you started running, grasping him in a tight back hug.

“Techno... you always have Phil and I, you know that. You’re truly never alone. I know it may feel like that, but we are always loyal to you.”

You felt his muscles relax, as he turns around in your arms, slowly wrapping his around you, head on your shoulder. You could hear small sniffs, and you stayed there for a while.

Philza:

. Philza had been visiting L’manberg, at a small house on the outskirts of town

. you knocked on the door, and upon no answer, entered

. Phil was seated behind a desk, looking stressed and despaired

“Phil?”

“(Y/N)?” Quickly he had switched his demeanor over to appear strong and prepared, like a father. In a flash moment, you had engulfed the older man in a hug

“(Y/N)? What’s this for?”

“Phil, it’s okay. You don’t need to act strong. I know Wilbur is gone and you still have to take care of tommy and techno, but you should know I’m here to help too.”

“I- thank you.” He quickly returned the hug, whispering things like thank you, how much he missed wilbur, etc. You did not let go until he had told you most of his worries, and you had promised to help him.

“Did you want to build a grave for wilbur?”

After making a proper grave, Phil and you had sat, leaning against one another in front of it, reminiscing all the good times with Wilbur.

Wilbur/Ghostbur:

. You had heard of ghostbur around town, but you had not actually seen him yet

. You had been exploring the fields, and found a gray-yellow figure in the distance

“Hello? Who’s there?”

“Hello? It’s Ghostbur!”

“Ghostbur!?”

“Yes? Oh my gosh, (Y/N)?” Quickly you had noticed that unfortunately, you couldn’t physically touch him. You slumped to the ground, almost in tears. You tried to cup his face, going through his face slightly.

“Are you okay? Oh my- how are you a ghost?”

. the two of you had spent most of your time together, visiting tommy, techno, and phil

. but soon enough, the day of Wilbur’s revival had arrived

“Hey (Y/N)? Was Wilbur like me? Will he take care of friend?... I’m scared of leaving..”

“hey, it will be okay. I am going to miss you so much and I’m going to make sure Wilbur takes care of friend. Wilbur was like you before his corruption, but I know the two of you will be your own people.”

. it happened in a flash, and soon you saw wilbur, the real wilbur, standing right in front of your eyes

“Wil? Wilbur!”

“(Y/N)? You- you don’t hate me? After everything that’s happened? L’Manberg was your home...”

“Wilbur, i know you weren’t in the right mindset- but we still care for you. You should’ve came and talked to us. It’s all okay, no one hates you.”

Wilbur pulled you into a tight hug, and you can feel his body shake. There was a sensation of warmth and you felt your shirt dampen. You ran your fingers through his hair, waiting out the tears. 

“thank you.. thank you so much..”

an: thank you sm for my first ask! let me know if there is anything you want to be altered!

requests are open!

[peteysgf]

AMEN

sbi but they’re comforting you (platonic)

man all I need is a friend who will hug me when I’m crying can I get an AMEN FROM MY TOUCH STARVED MCYT STANS IN THE BACK WOOOO

anyways uh I finally wrote something other than dream shit 😃 this one is surprisingly not being posted at ungodly hours 🤨 wack. anyways this is unedited straight from my mf notes so bone apple titties losers

Philza minecraft, creator of minecraft

finds you crying in the bathroom

originally came to see why you were gone so long

when he sees you crying, he rushed to hold you

Whispered positive words to you while he brushed his hand through your hair

gently rocked you back and forth in his arms (as much as he could at least-)

didn’t mind your tears getting on his shirt

he never tried to pressure you to say what happened

he was just there for you, in whatever way he could be

Technoblade, wanted terrorist

kinda awkward??

walked into your room and saw you crying at your wardrobe

froze for a good two minutes

Slowly though, he walked over to you and patted your head

he sat down beside you and had absolutely no idea what to do

Was seriously debating dialing Phil-

he,, very very hesitantly side hugged you- or at least it seemed like a side hug

pulled you to his side and just sat there

started humming blitz

made you stop crying immediately

“what the hell tech”

“what?”

“are you humming blitz while I’m bloody crying?”

“yeah.”

you just stared at him in shock before bursting into laughter.

“you’re such a dumbass, techno”

Wilbur soot, creator of the sooty way and ceo of mule bits

he was just chilling and humming while sifting through his lyric papers

you walked into his room with a red and tear stained face

Almost got whiplash from the way you whispered out “wil..”

immediately walked over to you and scooped you up in his arms

made his way around his room, grabbing some pistachios from earlier, and some water

placed you on his bed and rushed into his bathroom

burst out with a damp rag to wipe your face

was so gentle??? he had such a soft look in his eyes

when he finished, he put his hand against your cheek. He almost whispered “this better not be because of Jared.”

you smiled softly and melted into touch

he pulled you into a big ole’ hug and rubbed your back

Let you cry out whatever you needed to

he didn’t even try to ask what happened.

he just laid with you in bed for the rest of the day and let you vent/rant

Tommyinnit, professional child

screamed????

literally when you walked into his room with a wet and puffy face he just screamed

honestly it was more of a squeal

“What the hell?? Who the fuck made you cry? Which fuckin bastard do I need to stab? Was it Jared? I bet it was Jared.”

you tried to hold back a giggle but failed... miserably

he laughed (awkwardly) with you before getting up and hugging you

“Seriously though, what happened?”

puts his hands on your shoulders all dramatic and shit

you let yourself cry

he had no idea what to do at first but he sat you down on his bed and tucked you in (he doesn’t know why,, don’t question it ig)

got you snacks and coke and sat on the edge of the bed while you cried and hugged his pillow

when you started to vent, he seemed to soften

stared at you with gentle eyes, not his usual look

you paused halfway through venting, your unsteady breathing was still prominent but you stared at Tommy

he looked so confused when you squinted at him “what??”

“Why do you have that look in your eyes?” you point at him and giggle

“what look???? I don’t understand what you mean”

you just burst out into a laugh

[peteysgf]

not you leaving me on a cliffhanger- and I’m also definitely not crying. nope. definitely not. 🤧

Hello, madam how are you on this day? I hope to request a part 2 of the sbi family x gn older sibling. I really enjoyed reading this excellent writing piece! I don’t why I like I worded it like this but I hope you can do this! (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

it’s quiet uptown | sbi family x !older sibling reader

part one.

hi bubs! i am here to deliver part two of protective. i really liked writing this one, kinda got into my feels... it’s inspired by the song it’s quiet uptown from the hamilton soundtrack. ngl, i messed up the timeline but.... it’s fiiiine. there’s may be a part three in regards to the recent events on the smp, let me know what you think:) i hope you enjoy!

summary : y/n takes tommy away from his exile after finding out how dream has been treating him. they take him to a place hidden and far away from l’manberg. it’s much quieter out in the snow.

warnings! mentions of depression, death, blood, and swearing.

tommy kept looking backwards to logstedshire, he stumbled every so often. he was feeling somewhat lost on why y/n was taking him away from dream. the sun was high in the sky and the distant sea birds singing from the beach.

“wh- where are we going” tommy asked them, finally breaking the silence between the two. y/n looked down at him with a small smile,

“i’m taking you away from your exile,” they told him, “we’re not going back to l’manberg though since you’re forbidden from going back there”

he gave a confused look, “then where?”

y/n lightly chuckled, “you’ll like it there, i promise. you hungry?”

tommy nodded, he was starved from having little to no food everyday. despite the cupcakes from earlier, he was still craving for something more. y/n reached into their satchel and pulled out some bread and a container of soup for him, “eat this, you’ll feel better.”

they walked for what felt like days, taking breaks for when it was nightfall. y/n setting up a tent for both of them with a small burning fire outside to keep them warm.

it wasn’t long until their shoes started to crunch against the icy snow beneath their feet. the breeze getting colder and nipping at their cheeks. they noticed tommy starting to shiver and handed them their thick cloak to keep him warm.

“nearly there.” they promised him.

y/n followed the bronze compass that they were given, it pointed north. the skies turned a shade of silver grey and the clouds covered the warm sun.

snowflakes floated around them like the ashes from when l’manberg was blown up. chills climbed down their spin at the tormenting memory of the sixteenth.

according to ghostbur, he has no recollection of wilbur’s memories. making it hard to look at him since he didn’t know what happened that day. he was a outline of their brother but the insides were empty.

in the horizon, a small wooden chateau laid surrounded by white. light smoke dancing out of the chimney, the smell of burning wood trickling in the air. tommy glanced over at them, “who’s house is that?”

“you know them”

y/n knocked lightly against the spruce doors. they could hear footsteps approaching the door from the other side. the rusted knob twisted open to reveal the pink haired man. he grinned at them and pulled y/n into a tight hug,

“i’m so relieved that you’re safe and you made out here alive.” he said to them, “come inside, quickly.”

tommy followed y/n into the welcoming cottage. his eyes looking around at the interior of the place, “technoblade.” he gave a small nod to his older brother.

“hello, tommy.”

the two stared down at each other, the air growing stiff. y/n coughed, “yeah, none of that. tommy, i need to mend your clothing and technoblade he needs something to eat, please.”

he nodded, heading to his kitchen to retrieve some food for the guests. technoblade also lent some extra clothing to tommy while y/n fixed his current torn attire.

footsteps from the floor above, alarmed y/n and tommy. they thought technoblade had lived alone. the thuds came down the stairs, and phil stood in front of them.

“dad!” tommy exclaimed. he jumped up from his seat and ran to give him a tight embrace.

phil chuckled, petting his son’s blonde hair, “hi, tommy, i’m glad you made it here.” his eyes were drawn away from his youngest and landed on his eldest, y/n. they gave him a hard look, phil assumed that they haven’t forgiven him about murdering wilbur.

“technoblade, i’m going to get some more materials to fix this. i’ll be back.” y/n said, hitting their hands against their knees before standing up. they didn’t look at phil as they walked by him to go to the chest room in the basement.

days had gone by since the family reunited. they kept their own routines, technoblade or y/n keeping tommy company while the others went off. y/n helped make a new set of nether rite tools and armour for him, in which tommy was grateful of.

whatever their day’s plans were, y/n never accompanied phil. everytime they looked at their father, all they can see was his eyes looking at that from the hole in the mountain. before he injected the diamond sword into wilbur’s gut. helping wilbur to the ground when he let out a heart piercing cry of pain.

technoblade helped y/n practice their fighting tactics at earlier hours of the day, when the sun wasn’t even awake. the clashing of their swords echoing the empty fields of snow. to say that technoblade was thoroughly surprised yet impressed by their skills. they were near the same level so their duels were intense.

they would go until eight o’clock in the morning. until they were both agreed to end it for their session. phil would greet the two with breakfast while tommy slept peacefully on the couch. he was extremely deprived of proper sleep for the weeks he was alone on the shore lines.

y/n gave a small nod when taking the food from him and heading outside to their favourite spot. it was hidden away in the mountain side. a cold river running beside them. trees sheltering them while they ate.

they enjoyed the quiet. the only sounds around them being nature. whether it be the birds or the water, the swaying of tree branches or the rustling winds. only their thoughts keeping them company.

y/n can only think about how different it felt now that their entire family was in the same house. all but wilbur.

how he would enjoy the quiet and time away from l’manberg. far way from the main busyness of the dream smp. how much wilbur appreciated family time since it was so rare for all of them to be together.

a smooth grey stone in hand, wrist rocking back and forth. y/n tossed the rock into the rushing waters, “wilbur, you would like it uptown. it’s quiet uptown.” they said to no one, the air, imagining as though wilbur was with them.

it wasn’t until they heard the sound of commotion. breaking out of their imagination, y/n gripped onto their axe. the worn leather providing extra cushioning on the handle. they quietly crept around the corner, so that the small cottage was in eyes view.

only to see technoblade fighting with four other men, wearing l’manberg armour. it was discomforting, the sight. where was phil and tommy, and why weren’t they helping.

y/n jumped from the snow that they were standing on and headed closer to get some insight of what was going on.

they saw quackity on top of carl, technoblade’s prized possession, “take one more step and i’ll fucking kill carl.”

“that horse is innocent.” technoblade told him.

with more threats to the life of carl, technoblade handed the men his armour and weapons. y/n’s knuckles turned white. they could take on the four, but with carl’s life at risk...

“we’re going to take you back to l’manberg and you’re going to face trial”

they rolled their eyes, seeing right through their lies. y/n pulled on their hood and headed towards the nether portal to travel to l’manberg. as they ran across the many bridges that led to the country, y/n checked to see for their extra healing potion and sword for later.

y/n sat on the rooftops of the houses surrounding the centre of l’manberg. where stood a large stage with a cage, and a large anvil hanging from above,

“an execution.” they mumbled. their eyes widened and their heart twisted at thought of having another brother die. though this time, y/n was somewhat prepared to prevent another death.

and so, they waited for technoblade and the rest to show up. crossbow at ready. strength and speed potions in pocket.

quackity was first to appear, riding carl before placing him into a dug out pit. they watched as fundy, ranboo, and tubbo forced technoblade into the cage.

chaos broke loose when punz flew in and placed dynamite around them and dream was spotted by y/n. they watched as the man took carl away from the hole and into a hidden tunnel behind the drug van.

shouts and screams of distress from the people of l’manberg. y/n deciding to aim their crossbow at fundy, though he was techno family, he was an easy target.

“what the hell?” fundy yelled, grabbing onto the arrow in his bicep, “who shot that?”

“hello, y/n!” an airy voice exclaimed. y/n lowered their weapon and looked down to see ghostbur holding onto a lead that was attached to a blue sheep, “i’ve named my sheep, friend!”

y/n smiled, “that’s great, ghostbur.”

he beamed before turning back to technoblade, “did you know that y/n is here?” he asked him. technoblade furrowed his brows and looked around.

he saw them sitting on the top of the house, he gave a small and thankful nod, “sh, ghostbur, they’re being sneaky okay?” ghostbur nodded before walking off with friend.

“fuck it! i’m pulling the lever, i’m pulling the lever!” quackity yelled from the crowd. sprinting to the switch, y/n drawed back an arrow and shot it to his thigh.

they jumped down from the building with ease. he stumbled back from the pain in his leg, “what the fuck? y/n?”

y/n smirked and unsheathed their sword, in which lead to the two dueling. with their own talent with the addition of the extra training, y/n was quick to deweaponize and knock quackity to the floor within seconds. to the point where he only pleaded for his life,

“y/n, please! don’t do this, you don’t need to murder me! please leave me alone.” he cried. y/n towered over him. they stared down at his shaken state before moving to kick his sword into the deep lake under the stage.

tubbo, who was nearby and approached them, “y/n!” he yelled, “w- what are you doing?”. he held his diamond axe tightly and had it ready to fight them.

y/n grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up to their face, only a few inches between them, “i liked you, tubbo, i did. but i really do hate it when you mess with my family, so how about you leave us alone, yeah?” the words dripping like poison, it was more than enough to scare someone who only had one life left. he nodded quickly, pure fear evident in his eyes. they put more pressure into their grip before tossing him to the ground.

they scared off tubbo and ranboo. in all of that, y/n lost track of fundy who had hit the lever. they felt their heart dropped to their stomach as the anvil fell. technoblade held out a small doll when it landed, saving his life. sparks flew around the stage, allowing technoblade to jump out from his cage.

“come,” he mumbled to y/n. he grabbed their sleeve and pulled them towards where dream stood. y/n’s eyes hardened at the sight of him,

“this way.” dream motioned, he led the two into the secret tunnel, “carl is down there. go straight until you hit the wall, turn right and go straight. it’ll lead you to the portal.”

“thank you.” technoblade told him. he nodded. technoblade looked over to y/n before walking into the hidden system.

relief washed over y/n once seeing that carl was safe and that dream didn’t lie. “we need a lead and probably a pick axe if we want to get him out of here safely.”

y/n handed their brother their pick axe, their armour, the extra sword and materials, “here.”

technoblade smiled, “thank you, y/n.”

y/n stood in what used to be the final control room, protecting him in case anyone were to find them. technoblade had dug out a small area and was hidden away from the room with carl.

“what the fuck?” a voice exclaimed, “h- how the fuck did you do that? how did you even manage that?!”

quackity.

“do you think death can stop violence, quackity?” y/n asked, their voice was softer than moments before, “you think that you can murder someone, execute them, without a trial may i add... and it will resolve your problems?”

“i don’t care about how technoblade destroyed a country with withers. i care about removing two people off my hit list, y/n.”

“hit list?” y/n questioned, “what hit list?”

“the one that you’re on.”

they nodded, “i see. i’m quite surprised that you came down here, especially after the result of our duel.”

quackity chuckled. he pulled out his axe, looking at the sharpness of the blade, “i am going to kill you, y/n. i will brutally murder you, then i will get technoblade. i don’t care. you are going to die.”

“i have a question then, mr vice president. do you think you can kill me now? you know, without armour, i only have a sword... while you have all your gear.”

“most definitely.”

y/n sighed, pulling out their enchanted sword, “i see.”

there was an evil glint in his eyes as quackity stared down y/n. the weapons clanged when they collided with each other. y/n spun and grabbed his arm to flip him to the ground,

“you bitch- your family has caused so much pain to my nation! you ruin all of my plans. if there’s any duel that going to win, it’s this one.”

his axe slashed and cut through their shirt, causing blood to seep from their arm. a cry of pain was let out from the shear agony. y/n looked down at the deep wound.

“give up?” quackity asked with a grin.

they kicked his forearm, his axe falling from his hand, “the fuck?”

“quackity, i told you once and i’ll tell you again. i protect my family no matter the situation. i don’t care if they blew up a country,” y/n told him, their voice was firm and confident, “and i will continue to protect them even if it means that i have to kill you.”

y/n let out a grunt of pain before injecting their sword through his chest, “i’m sorry.” they pulled out their now blood cover sword.

their breathing became heavy as more blood dripped from their arm. they walked over to were technoblade was inside the tunnel system.

“y/n?” technoblade asked, noticing their stumbling in their step, “what happened?!”

he was taken back by the bloody mess, “y/n?”

they swallowed hard, “i’m fine.”

technoblade frowned before helping y/n onto carl, “let’s head home.”

the two rode back to their home, where phil and tommy had returned from the nearby village for trades. phil noticed the distressed expression on his son’s face then looked to see the pained look on his eldest child’s face.

“oh, boy.”

“please dad.”

“y/n?!” tommy looked appalled at the sight of y/n covered in their own blood.

phil nodded. he took y/n from technoblade’s arms and helped them into the house. the home was warm from the burning fire, it smelt of comfort and sweet bread.

y/n was placed on the couch where phil went to tend to the deep and vicious wound, “what happened?” he asked, knowing that he may not receive an answer from them.

“i h- had to kill him...” y/n mumbled, wavering between consciousness and sleep. their eye lids felt heavy and the urge for slumber was overpowering the will to stay awake.

a gentle sigh fell from phil’s lips, seeing that they had fallen asleep. he tended to their arm while technoblade paced back and forth,

“it was all my fault, i should’ve been there.” he said, “i’m so stupid.”

“don’t worry about it, technoblade. they’re going to be just fine.”

days had passed. the sun had rose and was now going down. the moon shined bright, the stars sparkling around in the sky. the winter’s air was cold and bit at their skin.

y/n sat by the fire outside, enjoying the warmth it provided. their arm was healing quickly thanks to dad. phil sat down in the seat beside them, y/n looked over and gave a small forced smile. the only kind of smile they gave anyone recently.

“look at where we are, look at where we started,” phil started, gazing up at the night sky, “i believe we need to have a talk, y/n.”

y/n shifted in their seat, “okay.” they said, agreeing that they needed to sort out their problems.

“if i could spare his life, if i could trade his life for mine. he’s be standing here right now and you would smile,” phil told them. y/n felt tears brim their eyes. multiple emotions jumped through their mind.

he had a single tear trickle down his cheek, causing y/n to choke out a sob, “i know there's no replacing what we've lost and that you need time.”

y/n bit the inside of their cheek while they listened to their dad talk about wilbur. the person that they missed the most in life. the person that they would give one of their lives to.

“i know who i raised, you’re so strong and brave. just let me stay here by your side. i’ve missed talking to you, and i’m sorry.” phil swallowed the ball in his throat down, “i’m so sorry.”

“i forgive you, dad.” y/n said, rubbing the tears off their cheeks. they leaned their head on their dad’s shoulder, like how they used to when they were little.

the firewood crackled and small sparks dove into the cool air before burning out and floated as ash. like the ash after the explosion. the moonlight was like a blanket.

“y/n, do you like it uptown?”

“it’s quiet uptown.”

tommy soon came out to check on y/n, he saw that dad was keeping them company, “hello, can i join?” he asked. phil nodded, motioning him to sit on the empty spot on the log. within minutes, technoblade had taken the seat beside the youngest.

phil looked at his children that all sat around this burning fire, “i think we’re going to be okay.”

and so the fire continued to burn late into the night. the small family continued to share their favourite memories of wilbur, with laughs and many tears. though it felt as though there was finally some peace in their family, they were very far from it. in a month’s time, their family situation would be different from what they had now

[peteysgf]

stop it because I let out a squeal too when I saw the plush 🤧

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write for Winged!Tommy (AU) where he finds a little baby girl in the snow, and she has wings as well? And the whole SBI family is like “omg is tommy a dad??” And Tommy is like “i,, i wanna be one now... i dont ever wanna leave this baby... y/n? Yeah... thats your name, it fits perfectly.” If not its completely okay!! (Also can we have a little Dadza and Tommy moment in there if possible? 🥺) (also fic please if that isnt to much trouble) - 🌱

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ➤ ☏

tommy adjusted the scarf over his mouth. the winter was unforgiving, staining his fingers and tip of his nose with a cherry red, sandy hair being pelted with ivory snow.

he’d lost a bet to wilbur and had to go build a snowman in the freezing cold. he couldn’t even fly, the snow would’ve turned him into a frozen chicken wing.

“fuck you wilbur!” he shouted, throwing up two middle fingers at his brother who laughed maniacally from their house in the distance. dick. his sensitive ears picked up on a small sound, growing louder and louder with every step he took. it was an unfamiliar sound to him yet he’d recognise it anywhere, cerulean eyes widened as he heard a distant cry.

it sounded like a baby.

tommy quickly began sprinting through the snow, getting closer and closer to the source of a sound. he mumbled various swears, stumbling over his own limbs like a newborn fawn.

“aha!” he cried out with discovery, staring down at a baby girl left in the snow. she had a white fur blanket wrapped around her, as if that would do anything in this weather. tommy picked the baby up carefully, she definitely wasn’t a newborn, “hey little.. child.” tommy rocked the baby slowly, hoping to calm her down. it didn’t work. “please stop crying, i’m going to get you out of here just, don’t become a baby icicle, please?” unraveling his wings to wrap them around him like curtains, he tried to warm the baby up as he risked flying home.

the baby babbled nonsensically, happily chewing on one of techno’s golden apples and hiccuping purple swirls. upon setting her down and wrapping her in blankets, tommy’d noticed she had ebony fluffly wings spread out on the floor, quite big for a baby of her size.

“you... have wings?” tommy mumbled to her, holding a hand out as she wrapped hers around one of his fingers. “you’re like us..”

“tommy did you build the snow- why the fuck have you kidnapped a child?” wilbur stopped dead in his tracks, watching his little brother interact with the winged baby girl.

“i didn’t kidnap her wilbur!” tommy shouted, instantly making the baby whimper with displeasure. “ah shit sorry” he uselessly apologised, lowering his volume — “i found her in the snow, she would’ve died if i didn’t save her” wilbur watched as his younger brother seemed enamoured with the child already, picking her up and bouncing her around to raise her mood.

“well, i’m not gonna explain this to dad when he gets back.” wilbur rejected any responsibility, eyes following the small amount of drool that oozed out of the baby’s mouth. gross.

as if summoned with his title, their dad suddenly came through the door — “hey sons have you- tommy why have you kidnapped a child”

“holy fuck.” tommy facepalmed, “i didn’t kidnap the child, dad - i rescued her!”

wilbur felt repulsed at the idea of baby mess running through their already chaotic house, “what are you even going to do with it, tommy?”

the youngest’s eyebrows furrowed, snapping back at his older brother “i’m going to be her dad, wilbur. i don’t want this baby to be abandoned another time.” his voice was soft, smiling as the infant watched him with an entranced expression. “isn’t that right, little baby....” tommy thought hard.

“___. pog name for a cute little baby like you, right ___?” the baby, dumb to his words, did nothing but giggle.

phil pulled tommy aside as wilbur was tasked with looking after the baby, grumbling about how ‘if she shits, i dips’

“what’s up, phil.” tommy’s voice was low, already expecting a lecture. he fucking hated lectures.

“tommy, listen.” phil placed his hand on his son’s shoulder, “looking after a baby is a lot of work, trust me i’ve raised two of them. if you accept this responsibility you’re going to be a dad. this means no more wars, tommy. no more senseless violence, the baby doesn’t need another absent parent.”

tommy’s eyes held nothing but fiery determination as he nodded furiously. “i’m gonna be the best fucking dad this kid’s ever seen!” phil facepalmed, stopping dead as he came to a horrible realisation.

at fourty, he was a grandpa now.

it had been a couple of months since tommy had become a dad and technoblade was finally coming back from his five month long expedition. quickly, techno realised that everyone was acting very suspicious. every so often, one of them would cough really loudly as if covering up some noise and they were all really jumpy.

“so....” techno began, setting down his sharp sword. “ah-ah-ah!” tommy stood suddenly, grabbing techno’s sword and locking it in a high cabinet. “that’s a safety hazard.”

“safety hazard.” techno repeated, eyebrow raised. tommy nodded rapidly, trying to eye signal wilbur to help him out. wilbur, unfortunately, could not be bothered. “yeah tommy doesn’t like anything sharp around the baby, he’s scared she’ll hit her head like he did when he was younger. god forbid she turns out like him.” the air was still as techno’s eyes glistened.

“tommy.”

“yes, technoblade?”

“is it even legal for you to impregnate someone at your age?”

before tommy could splutter an angry reply, the sound of a small giggle and flapping wings filled everyone’s ears. slowly hovering above the stairs, strong but little black wings fluttered little ___ powerfully down each step, barely missing colliding with them.

“___!” tommy screeched in high pitched fear, quickly running over and grabbing you, bouncing you in his arms safely as he walked back.

phil had tears in his eyes. he remembered tommy’s first flight like it was yesterday. “he found her in the snow, techno” the head of the house explained, gesturing to the baby who was making grabby hands at the tall pig man.

“an orphan?” techno’s voice lowered dangerously. “fuck off, technoblade! she’s not an orphan cus i’m her dad now so suck it pig bitch!” the baby babbled along with tommy, trying to copy his furrowed brow and angry tone.

techno eventually gave up. with this family, you just sorta learned to accept things as they come.

no one told techno about the pictures taken of him playing monotonous peekaboo with the starstruck baby later on.

it was her second birthday and she still hadn’t spoken her first words, what she lacked in speech she made up for in flying ability — at her tender age she was already slowly flapping around the house, only taking some tumbles.

phil was worried. by two years old tommy was already toddling around shouting ‘fuck’ and ‘bitch’ after wilbur thought it’d be funny to teach them to his little brother but his granddaughter just didn’t see the need to speak.

(their friend ranboo, who was prone to nonverbal phases, had taken to teaching the baby to sign for food, which she sloppily learned to do)

it was a cosy little get—together, suprisingly the news of the now seventeen year old tommy having a baby of his own hadn’t gotten out to the main population of the smp.

tommy sat near the fireplace, expertly stacking up some jenga and shouting out as wilbur knocked it down with a kick of his foot. techno sat awkwardly next to phil, holding a small present that he’d brought. tubbo was with the baby, showing her small polaroids of her family. “and this is uncle tubbo. can you say tubbo?” the baby giggled happily, grabbing the picture

“come on, baby ___, tuh - bow”

she scrunched up the polaroid, distressing tubbo as he sighed. tommy walked over to his little girl, picking her up and patting her back softly. “its no use tommy, she won’t speak” his best friend gave a small frown, packing up his small pictures. “that’s fine, i guess we’ll all have to learn some sign language if she doesn’t catch on eventually” tommy’s smile was soft as he gave her a small kiss on the cheek, setting her down gently.

techno delicately stepped over to the baby, crouching in front of her. “here’s your present from me, lil’ baby. lets open it together, hm?” if there was one thing that tommy noticed it was that his daughter loved technoblade (she had poor taste in company, if you asked him.) whenever the pig man was around, she would always use her grabby hands and signalling up, up, up! until her uncle picked her up and let her play with his soft piglin ears.

quickly tearing the wrapping paper to shreds, techno pulled out a bunch of small pink skull hair clips and a white pig plush. she let out a high-pitched squeal, grabbing the plush and squeezing it as tight as she could. techno leant forward and softly placed one of the morbid clips in her hair, ruffling it gently afterwards- “happy birthday kid”

phil wouldn’t admit that he was crying again. man, being a grandpa really made him soften up...

tommy came over quickly, picking up his daughter and bringing her to the table where he let her sit on his lap, bouncing a knee playfully as the lights dimmed and everyone went quiet.

now, the men that occupied the room weren’t the... weren’t the best at singing but.. they tried. they all relied on wilbur.

“happy birthday to you,” the baby’s eyes lit up as she caught sight of the candles being brought in by her other other uncle ranboo.

“happy birthday to you,” she squealed, kicking her little booties in the air as she turned to look at her dad. “it’s all for you, lovely” he whispered to her.

“happy birthday dear ___”

“happy birthday to you—-” the baby wasted no time in blowing out all of her candles in one go, impressing her dad.

“fuck yeah, my baby is perfect!” tommy excitedly shouted

“fuck yeah!” the baby repeated, shouting it into the air just like her dad did.

“tommy no-!”

“you’ve ruined her first words..”

“this is why a child shouldn’t have a child,”

but phil just chuckled, looking at the scene fondly. like father like daughter.

a/n: boxed like a fish? forgive me i didn’t proofread this i’ll edit it at a later date i hope u enojgoed

[peteysgf]

it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.

you can only reblog this today.

[peteysgf]

adorable! and the drawing is just *chefs kisses*

Flower Boy||Corpse Husband||

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Genre: fluff(?

Warning: SHORT, like really short

A/N: I was editing the one-shot for today, but while I was reading it I just couldn’t post it, it was literally trash, so it’s gone, and I’m posting this quick scenario, and I’m adding a quick sketch too, to make it up for the length of this post, enjoy

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This was one of those few times when you got Corpse out of the apartment, it was a summer night, and both of you were in a park 20 minutes away from Corpse’s place. You made Corpse take a few days off, since he was overworking himself, nothing new, both of you spend the day just relaxing, cuddling, and having naps every once in a while, and out of nowhere this idea of going out and just feel the summer breeze with Corpse pop in your mind, and surprisingly, he just accepted the idea without thinking twice.

So both of you were in the park, you sitting on the grass, and Corpse with his head on your lap, while you were stroking his hair, just enjoying the moment, and you saw a few silver flowers near you so, you picked a few and started putting them on Corpse’s curls.

“what are you doing Y/N?”

“Just giving you some cute accessories, flower boy”

“I’m not flower boy, I’m the devil in person”-Corpse says with an amused tone

“Whatever you say softie”-you smile and Corpse let out a chuckle 

“you made me a softie, you’re responsible for losing my angsty vibes”-  Corpse said with a playful tone while he was sitting up carefully for the flowers on his hair.

“I’m glad about that”- without saying anything else you just leaned on Corpse’s shoulder and closed your eyes.

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(Based on the character from the agoraphobic video)