#bar tommy jack tubbo phil

[nondestructiveprocess]

i actually don't know what possessed me to do this all in on sitting . drawn on mspaint

[pogbur]

can somebody please help me find this fic?

i love this fic so much and i thought i bookmarked it but i guess i didnt? i want to re-read it but i can't find it! so i was hoping someone could help me. description of the fic below read more, its pretty long and i dont want to clog up the tags

it was tommy centric, specifically crimeboys. the backstory was that tommy's mother had married phil, but she was terminally ill and it got worse when phil left, and she eventually died. after she died tommy went to live with his uncle sam and he grows up n stuff and he wants to move out. remembers wilbur, his old step-brother, had offered him a place to stay a few years back and he decides to contact him again and ask if he can live there.

so tommy moves in with wilbur. the premis is him healing from his traumas, getting settled in his new home, making new friends and etc. he makes friends with ranboo, tubbo, niki, and aimsey, and i'm pretty sure jack manifold is there too sometimes. quackity and techno run the local bar and phil is a painter.

other things/scenes

i'm pretty sure the title had the word honey in it? i might be wrong.

it was a modern au, they had phones and lived in a normal beach town n stuff. they were all human.

a reoccurring theme of clementines or tangerines, im not sure which. it was comparing sharing slices of the fruit to sharing bits and pieces of information about yourself

tommy is an artist. phil teaches him and gives him sketchbooks n stuff

adding on to that last point, tommy goes to phils house a few times. one time they have an argument about tommy's childhood and how phil leaving affected him and his mother. tommy also notices all the bird statues n stuff around phil's house and gives him an idea for a painting he's working on.

tommy goes with ran, niki, etc to a abandoned playground (maybe it was the beach. or that was a different scene im not sure) and they drink alchohol and talk n stuff.

near the beginning where tommy goes on a walk on the beach in the morning and sees phil, but he runs so phil doesn't notice him.

niki runs a stand for a craft fair, and tommy helps her.

aimsey and niki teach tommy how to skateboard

when we meet tubbo, he's making a flamethrower

wilbur helps him not get a hangover

the last chapter is wilbur's birthday

thats it for now! i can probably think of more things if this isn't enough

[bonesandthebees]

*Cracks knuckles* time to analyse. I have decided to just treat this as one big chapter so I don’t have to worry about where I am. Also, then I can just easily go back and forth and combine info because a lot of this goes over the chapter barrier. Anyway... How am I going to do this? Fuck it, I’m going by character this time. Is it efficient? Probably not, but I’m doing it anyway!

Let’s start ‘easy’. I’m going to clump Tubbo, Aimsay and Ranboo together. It’s mainly Tubbo, but ssshhhhhhh. Tubbo’s purpose in chapter 20 is to remind us how little the other Deathlings know. Tubbo wasn’t even aware Wilbur has his own chores now. He still thinks he’s a prisoner despite having seen Wilbur walk around on his own.

In his defence, there has been no official announcement that he’s no longer a prisoner and Wilbur very much can’t leave even if he would want to. (also, how would that announcement go? “We have officially Stocholmed the Pythia.” That would go over really well after the last interaction most of them had with him was debating where or not to kill him.)

[Tubbo snorted. “Shouldn’t have snuck out then.”

At this, Tommy frowned. “Forgot Phil told you all about that.”] Well, you see, SOME people communicate, Tommy. SOME people don’t hoard information like it’s the last cookie at the Christmas dinner. (Also, they are allowed to go out to Quackity’s right? So then technically there would be no way to know if they go there or out out. Or do the Deathlings sometimes change places with Chalrie too? Where are they getting bribed?)

(while I’m getting sidetracked, explains Niki’s comment about Tommy and rules even more. I bet Both of them were pissed they learned Tommy broke his punishment to sneak out. I don’t want to know how pissed they would be if they knew the full story. It’s a good thing Phil and Techno are smart enough not to tell anyone.)

(1/?)

-🌲

hello spruce finally gonna start going through these lets goooo. treating it as one big chapter is probably gonna be the most efficient yes

yeah exactly I know some people were wondering why phil and techno hadn't told the other deathlings about that but like. how would they do it. it would literally be them like "uh btw the pythia is staying here willingly now don't question it" while the other deathlings are just there like ???. unfortunately it's something wilbur needs to tell them on his own like he does with tubbo

tommy is definitely allowed to go to quackity's bar. no need to bribe others to get up there. it's a safe space where deathlings can go hang out without the others around to ensure people aren't going stir crazy down in the temple.

niki and jack were insanely pissed when they found out tommy snuck out but also were like "yeah figures he'd pull something like that" because that's already a risk in itself and also it undermined the punishment tommy got for literally trying to kill jack. like, it was a dick move especially to niki and jack so they were Not Happy. it would only be 10x worse if they all learned the full context

[iceheap]

Alright, so it has come to my attention that there is a live stream with both Shelby and Lexi (LexiMariex) where they discuss that many male friends in the friend group downplayed and discouraged them from making their respective statements or coming out about their experiences.

With this added context, this post makes more sense. I will say, however, that generalizing like the OP is not necessarily the best thing to do.

From what I watched in the VOD (haven't finished it yet but have made it to the 1:31 mark) most of the experiences were actually coming from Lexi's recounting of her respective situation. They both talked a lot about disingenuous activism, and I support their statements about the respective topic 100%. What I'm not necessarily in agreement with is, well... Look. The unfortunate fact is that we do not know who they are talking about. They mentioned friends names who were supportive and who helped them, believed them, and listened to them, but they didn't name those who did not believe them and treated them poorly in regards to coming out about their situation. They did say that all of these negative people were men, but we have no other context clues about who they are.

they also said that their exes were manipulative. They would twist situations in their favor. (Lexi recounted a time their ex was literally groping them in a bar and when she called a friend to come and help her, he pretended it was someone else doing it and ran around like a moron accusing others of groping her, making the friend believe Lexi was making it up and therefore taking her less seriously.)

I understand why this is upsetting and why OP would say that none of these creators care about us and stuff. As it stands, though, we don't KNOW if they were talking about Tommy, Tubbo, Jack, or Phil. Or Charlie, or anyone else who has responded to the situation. As it stands, I don't see this conversation as productive. We have to take things at face value, and if later it comes out that they were disingenuous, then we take that in stride and move the conversation there accordingly. This sucks. I hate this. OP, this makes me as angry as you are. But again, my point still stands. You could potentially be alienating other victims of these two individuals who can't speak out yet due to their mental health. Some probably genuinely didn't know.

Something I have learned over the years is that assumptions only make things worse (I have a diagnosed inability to read social situations and facial expressions, so I have had to rely on facts. I think it's better than neurotypical communication honestly. Just some added context.) Please stop assuming that these specific people don't care about Shelby when Shelby has never singled any of them out. You don't have to like them, but be logical. Logic is the best in situations like these. And logic doesn't always mean being a robot, either. Logic is pointing out when something you are feeling is illogical. Like, "I am furious because this situation makes me feel betrayed and hurt on Shelby's behalf even though I'm not the one who was abused." "I don't like these people because I just don't like them. I do not have to justify myself, but I will also not be overly critical of them or try and find reasons to validate my dislike of them."

I say follow court rules. Innocent until proven guilty. We are beholden to Lexi and Shelby's wishes, as they should be, and they have not singled anyone out because they do not want to. We need to respect that.

This is the only post I will be writing in regards to Wilbur Soot's statement.

It was a shit apology. I'm not going over that. We can analyze it to death but it absolutely reads like the apology of someone who is now represented by some label's legal team. The only thing I'm thankful for is that he did not release text messages between him and Shelby in some attempt to distract people. She doesn't deserve that embarrassment.

But, I really hope you read this, I need you to stop treating this like a party. I need you to stop giving every CC that speaks up about this a hit post or hit tweet by liking it.

Almost none of these people liked a single post of Shelby's or uttered the words "I'm so sorry for what Shelby went through" They waited until it was safe to say something. They waited until they could write a "coming in with a steel chair reply." They waited until they knew it would look good.

They revealed that Wilbur has always been manipulative, a narcissist a bully and mean to his friends. They revealed they've always thought he was a bad person. They've revealed that they don't think he's taking accountability while they stayed silent.

And not just silent for a few days. Some of these people are saying they knew for better for weeks, months, years that he was a horrible person. And they said nothing. They let people spend time and money and energy on a community of a person they knew was dangerous and cruel and they said nothing.

They didn't need Shelby Shubble to come forward and say how bad of a person Wilbur Soot was. They didn't need Shelby's story, if they thought he was a bad person, to not appear in videos with him or be in a group channel with him or mention him on stream or tease content with him or be on Anvil Cards or follow him on all social media platforms.

But they did anyway because, to these content creators, it's better to be silent and let a bad person flourish than cause "drama" online.

These people do not give fuck. I need you all to please take this advice that none of these online creators are worth the time and energy you put into them. You don't know what else they're sitting on. You don't know what they've done. You are lying to yourself, right now, if you think Phil or Tommy or Tubbo or Jack or whoever your current fave is wouldn't have been fine saying nothing if Shelby hadn't spoke first. You're lying to yourself if you think whatever new smp or content creator group you're currently into doesn't have horrible shit that they're all choosing to ignore.

The amount of manipulation required by these content creators to maintain the devotion and investment of their communities is horrific.

Do not trust your mental well being, your comfort, your whatever to these people. Any of them.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

When your sad then an absolute banger comes on.

by Birdie_Marie

Like the waves around him were mere bars, as the ocean is his cage...

Tommy is fish. But he wants to not be fish. So Tommy tries not to be fish. o(^o^)o

Sorry if this is bad it's my first story. (≧□≦)

Words: 1124, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Niki | Nihachu, Jack Manifold

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Sleepy Bois Inc. & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Siren TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt/Comfort, Enderman Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit's Name is Tommy Danger Careful Kraken Innit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Sad TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson is Called Philza (Video Blogging RPF)

[copepods]

s’mores, anyone?

[id: a drawing of the cast of the dream smp, having a campfire in a field. around the campfire, skeppy is eating a marshmallow, michael is having a s’more, connor is attempting to eat a massive s’more with a dozen marshmallows stacked inside, eret is roasting a marshmallow, techno is roasting dozens of marshmallows at once stacked on his sticks, george is asleep, aimsey is watching the fire, and fundy is yelping as his marshmallow catches flame. next to the fire, charlie is eating a s’more with several s’more remains visible inside his torso as quackity watches in horror, and sapnap is heating a marshmallow with fire shooting from his finger as eryn and karl cheer him on. behind them, tommy is stuffing marshmallows in tubbo’s mouth as ranboo, holding michael, watches in disgust. farther up the field, hannah, boomer, and tina are sitting in a circle chatting, and michelle is chasing yogurt around, tripping antfrost and making him drop his s’more. niki is at a table with more food supplies, chatting with jack and hbomb. bad is refilling a bowl of marshmallows, and puffy is leaning against the table eating a s’more. wilbur stands next to them, and leans in to surreptitiously steal a chocolate bar. next to him, phil is sitting down and attempting to guard his s’more from several crows gathered around him. behind them, foolish is introducing finley and foolish jr. to ponk and seapeekay. purpled and punz are sitting against some trees chatting, callahan is gathering more sticks for the fire, and sam is sitting alone eating a s’more. end id]

i’m doing commissions!

[corlds-world]

Guys I have so many MCC vods that I really enjoy so I’m just gonna put a list here and like go through your fandoms find your favorite and enjoy. 

** = iconic (will include in why it is iconic) * = funny team W = they won the event feel free to tell me to add more to this list

To find a vod simply put in the youtube search bar the CC + the mcc number and you should find it or a team member. 

Sleepy Bois Inc MCC 4 Techno, Phil, Wilbur, Tommy** - W (it just is) MCC 6/7 Techno, CPK, Wilbur, Phil** (only MCC 7 is iconic for build mart strat) MCC 8/9 Scott, Tommy, Phil, Wilbur MCC 9 Techno, Calvin, Spifey, Finn MCC 11 Techno, TapL, Puffy, Kara MCC 11 Tommy, Wilbur, Fundy, Quackity* MCC 12 George, Phil, TapL, Wilbur - W MCC 13 Quackity, Fundy, Phil, Wilbur MCC 14 Tommy, Vik, Tubbo, Niki MCC 15 Ranboo, Wilbur, TapL, Tubbo** (ranboo first event) MCC 22 Wilbur, Ranboo, CPK, Wisp* MCC 22 Purpled, Tommy, Captain, Oli** - W (captain’s first win) MCC 23 Tommy, CPK, Zeuz, Shelby* MCC 23 Joel, Pete, Phil, Gee* MCC 24 HBomb, Tommy, Tubbo, Jack* MCC 25 Scott, Phil, Wilbur, Grian* MCC 26 Fruit, Phil, Oli, Shelby - W

Dream Team MCC 11 Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl** - W (dteam wins together) MCC 16 HBomb, George, Ponk, Captain MCC 25 Sapnap, Ponk, Foolish, Gumi

Hermitcraft MCC 9 Fruit, HBomb, Ren, False** - W (hermits first win) MCC 9 Grian, Joel, Jimmy, Martyn** (THE LORDS) MCC 11 Fruit, False, Ren, Grian MCC 17 Pete, SB, Grian, False** - W (grian first win + amazing way to win) MCC 19 False, Ren, Martyn, Joel MCC 20 Illumina, SB, False, Cub MCC 20 HBomb, Ant, 5up, Gem - W MCC 22 HBomb, False, Grian, Scar* MCC 23 Ant, Jimmy, Scar, Cub* MCC 24 Jojo, Aimsey, Hannah, Pearl MCC 25 Jojo, Joel, CPK, Scar** - W (scar first win) MCC 26 Joel, CPK, Grian, Wilbur*

Empires MCC 8 Quig, fWhip, Joel, HBomb** (joel did 1st db 3v1) MCC 10 Quig, Scott, Shelby, Lizzie* MCC 13 Joel, HBomb, Oli, Sylvee MCC 11 fWhip, Shelby, Scott, HBomb** (blue black cats) MCC 17 Ranboo, Wilbur, Scott, Shelby* MCC 17 Quig, fWhip, Gem, Jimmy* MCC 18 Oli, Joel, Jimmy, Callum** (lilac lanners) MCC 21 Fruit, fWhip, Joel, Ren

Other teams that don’t encompass the above fandoms but I still enjoy MCC 4 Vik, Pete, Burren, Michael* MCC 12 Burren, Niki, Fundy, HBomb** (BROTHERRR) MCC 16 Ant, Fundy, 5up, Tubbo** (cake hop) MCC 17 Fruit, Illumina, Zeuz, Sasha** (simmers first competitive event) MCC 19 Fruit, Gumi, Sam, Ryguy MCC 20 Quig, Preston, Oli, Sam MCC 23 Quig, F1nn, Eret, Martyn - W MCC 25 HBomb, Tubbo, Zeuz, Kara

[anonymous-dentist]

Should DSMP Characters Have a Gun?

Absolutely not. Let’s give them one, anyway. 

(Long post, more under cut.)

Dream: Absolutely fucking not. He’d shoot Tommy in the kneecap and gaslight Tommy into thinking that he did it himself in a freak hunting accident. Who the fuck let him have a gun!?

George: Absolutely not. The minute he wakes up and sees that he has a gun, he’s going on a rampage against those who have wronged him. Only Sapnap will survive, not even God will live past the sunrise. 

Sapnap: Unfortunately yes. He doesn’t know any gun safety rules whatsoever, but would at least keep it away from people who would actually kill people with it. He would carry it on him just to look more impressive, even if he doesn’t keep any bullets on him. 

Callahan: Yes. He would use it exclusively to kill Foolish, which isn’t too cash money of him, but at least he isn’t doing war crimes? It’s a pretty low bar tbh but how can you not trust Callahan with a gun when the rest of the server is Like That?

Sam: Absolutely not. He would try and use it for good but would end up shooting twelve orphans, murdering a nun, and committing armed robbery in the name of “doing good”. He remains convinced that he’s the only one with the ability to use a gun safely. 

Bad: Only if he isn’t possessed. Regular Bad would be maybe one of the safer ones to entrust a gun to, especially considering the rest of the server. Possessed Bad would paint the gun red and chase people around proclaiming the true industrial power of the Egg. 

Tommy: Surprisingly yes. He’d actually put it to good use (bullet between Dream’s beady little jellybean eyes), or would just not use it at all. He’s learned his lesson, and his weapon of choice is never long-range, anyway. 

Tubbo: No. It was a bad enough idea to let this guy have nukes, let alone something far more portable. Besides, he has a kid, and kids + firearms is never a good combination. 

Wilbur: No. I really don’t think that this one needs to be explained. We’ve seen him with TNT, we’ve seen his personal capability with ranged weaponry, there is literally no universe in which giving Wilbur Soot a gun would go well. 

Schlatt: Absolutely fucking not. God knows he would’ve used that drunk, and that is maybe the worst way to use a gun. And he would’ve used it on Quackity, which really would’ve been just that much worse for him. 

Skeppy: No! There is no universe in which this would go well for anyone! Especially post-Eggification. Don’t. Give. Skeppy. A. Gun.

Eret: Yes. He should have a gun, and I am an Eret Apologist. The real question is if people would let him have a gun considering their gripes with his whole betrayal thing, but he’s moved past that! Really! 

Jack Manifold: Yes. He isn’t on the server enough to warrant him a threat, and it’s not like he ever was to begin with. Even then, he’d probably end up shooting himself in the foot and would get so pissed he’d throw the gun into lava immediately. Gun safety expert Jack Manifold.

Quackity: No. Not that I don’t trust him, but he does have a history of torturing the shit out of people, though he has mostly moved past that in favor of regret and spite towards another. Also his country is fucking Las Vegas and that’s one of the worst places in America to have a gun. 

Karl: Absolutely not!! I’d argue that he’s maybe one of the worst people to have a gun on the server. Not only would he take it into anachronistic time periods and confuse the shit out of, like, cavemen, but he would forget that he even had it until the Inbetween reminded him, and, wow, would you look at that, it’s Quackity, his mortal enemy, who definitely isn’t gunproof. Don’t give him a gun!!!

Technoblade: No. This is a bad idea. Do not give him a gun. What the fuck. He would probably shoot Tommy and murder him dead and say that it was the establishment’s fault and not his own, it was the government’s fault for not having proper gun laws and regulations. Guns are pretty deadly, bruh. 

Phil: No. He would shoot Tommy and murder him and tell his corpse that none of this would have happened if he had just stepped a foot to the left. Honestly, Phantommy, why are you even upset about your death? It’s not like you’re actually dead. Sheesh. 

Connor: Yes. It would be very funny and I endorse this wholeheartedly. Objectively, him having a gun would not go well. He’s a criminal and an “anarchist”. But it would be fucking hilarious. 

Foolish: No. He’s too big for a regular gun, and I would hate to see how big a gun that he can use would be. On top of that, he really doesn’t seem to have a firm grip on the idea of mortality half of the time, and it’d be a shame if he accidentally used up all of his temporary immortality shooting himself just to see if he can. 

[balillee]

dsmp characters as if they were percy jackson chapter titles-

george - my boyfriend is god, and my other boyfriend is god's doppelganger

dream - i'm still girlbossing behind prison bars

tommy - literally everyone i have ever met has disappointed me in some capacity

tubbo - i'm not smart enough for university challenge, but i am for federal prison

ranboo - i possessed myself and committed terrorism to hurt my loved ones

phil - how being a deadbeat father figure is spiritually rewarding

techno - god has left my ego completely unchecked and now i'm incapable of self-reflection

wilbur - i think that betraying my friends and family is quirky

fundy - i crave validation from people that i don't think will ever love me and that is an issue

quackity - a steamy romance between me and the fruit machine

puffy - i have a hero complex but i've never been given the opportunity to prove it

sam - i think a doctor would call this anxiety, but i would call it justifiable

ponk - my boyfriend stole my body parts from me

badboyhalo - homoplatonicism is the only word that describes what i am feeling and i'm not even sure if it's real

karl - i am beginning to despise the fragility of the space-time continuum

jack - coming to the realisation that i'm insignificant to those i hate has ruined my life beyond feasible repair

foolish - being unable to fit through doorways has led me on a path of architecture that causes me nothing but anguish

schlatt - i do not care about anything other than my own success anymore

[sanderchu]

I really like your casino AU! Maybe an inside to what a normal day looks like?

Another Day another gamble

Note: marry me /p please- this made me so happy- once again pretty messy but I love ideas like this I had to do this 😭

Not x reader Just Casino au dsmp characters!

Characters: dream, George, sapnap, karl, quackity, ranboo, tubbo, tommy, Wilbur, niki, Jack, Fundy, foolish, Charlie, Techno, punz, purpled, philza, mumza,

Morning

"good morining" kristen and Phil can be heard saying to the little workers so far in the casino. everyone exchanges there hellos and small talk before the two hotshots walk up to start there own day. "Tommy!" wilbur can be heard screaming from the card station. Tommy's is near the bar table laying his head slowly falling asleep. Tommy groans before lifitng his head back up and starts to fix his tie. Tommy always complains his tie is choking him. "here" tommy jumped at the sight of techno standing there hadning him a water bottle, "since you can have any of these drinks you know" tommy grabbed to drink and took a sip, "thanks-". "Quackity!" willbur said as he ran over to quackity who walked into the buillding with charlie. Will pulled big Q into a big hug only making quckity push him away. "you smell like cigars-" will just laughs and takes quackitys beanie, runing away making big Q yell at him and chase him. Charlie just stood there and exchanged a wave to tommy with a big smile.

afternoon

"look who finally arrived" Dream laughed as he shook the mixer in his hand beforing pouring it into a glass. George just looked at Dream befor flipping him off and starting his shift. "Im telling you tubbo he hates me" tommy ranted in the break room to tubbo about how dream hates him. Tubbo sat there listening as he did his work on his computer. Ranboo smiled and walked into the break room waving. "RANBOO" tommy yelled as ranboo laughed and sat next to tommy. thats when tommy started to rant about dream to ranboo as ranboo actually gave some pretty good advice. A bit later Karl walked in for search of someone, "ranboo we need you, rush hour" ranboo got up and said his goodbyes before leaving with karl. Tommy left soon after to work as well leaving tubbo in his peaceful mind space.

Purpled laughed at to sore loser walking away from the pool table throwing the stick thankfully purple moved out the way. "your so stupid mate" purple heard as Jack walked up to him and ruffled his hair making purple squirm. "fuck off british" Jack just laughed and started to put the pool balls in the triangle, "one round?" purple nodded as he handed jack a stick and soon they began to play.

Purpled scoffed as he lost and just laughed, "whos the sore loser now" purple rolled his eyes as jack turend his head seeing niki from afar. "HEY LEAVE HER ALONE" jack said running over with the pool stick ready to kick some guys ass for messing with niki. Niki laughed softly as Jack got the guy away and hugged niki, "you ok?" she nodded gently as Jack stood next to her making smile talk making sure not to leave her side.

Closing time

"everyone out" sapnap said as he pushed the decent drunk people out. Punz on the other hand was arguing with a guest, "GET THE FUCK OUT" punz screamed getting all close onto the person with obvious anger. Before punz exploded sapnap quickly handled it. Fundy sighed in an amused manner hearing another fight break out between punz and a guest. "alright everyone im leaving!" Wilbur said as Tom put his jacket on after giving tubbo a hug. "bye shortie" dream teased to tom who just flipped him off as both the brothers walked out the building. One by one everyone left the building saying there goodbyes or getting a ride from others.

[typewrittenluck]

as the seasons change

C!Technoblade x gn!reader highschool!au

Word Count: 9.1k

Pronouns: they/them

A/N: this is literally so self indulgent, i spent a whole day writing this because im going through my techno feels rn. it basically follows the story of oblivious Y/N and Techno throughout the four seasons :)

Warnings: Underaged drinking, Swearing, Smoking, Drugs (very brief)

Suggested Songs: The State of Grace, Taylor Swift/ MEET ME AT OUR SPOT, THE ANXIETY, WILLOW, Tyler Cole/ that way, Tate McRae/ Falling, Chase Atlantic/ Compass, The Neighborhood

SUMMER------------

The August air was thick with the heat of the almost-setting sun. Her rays beat down on the backs of the group of teens, and mosquitos filled the silences between them with their incessant buzzing.

A small crack of static preceded the soft sound of music, accompanied by the sharp smack of Niki and Jack’s celebratory high-five.

“Didn’t you start setting up the speaker like an hour ago?” questioned Wilbur, who was sunk into a half-broken lawn chair that he had found in the garage. 

“Yeah, it would have been much faster if you had asked Techno” chimed Y/N from their place leaning against the above mentioned man’s leg.

His grunt of response was cut short by his little brother, Tommy, bursting into laughter.

“Because he’s TECHno! Get it?!”

Everyone groaned and Wilbur smacked Tommy upside the head, grumbling about “shouldn’t have let you come hang out with us”

Y/N giggled at that, but took sympathy on the boy. “Aww don’t be like that Wil, Tommy, I thought that was hilarious.”

“Don’t encourage him, Y/N” Techno leaned down to murmured to them in his low, monotonous voice.

There it was. The way he said their name! The way his calf felt under Y/N’s back! The way he whispered sentences directly to them, as if it was some closely guarded secret. It was enough to bring butterflies to their stomach as they praised whatever higher being was out there for the heat of the day covering their blush.

“It’s so fucking hot,” Fundy moaned, kicking Wilburs shin from his place lying facedown on the grass. “Can we go to the pool or something?”

His request was met with a spectrum of responses, varying from Tommy’s “YES, PLEASE WILL? PLEASE!” to Technoblades indifferent shrug.

Jack took note of Technoblades open response with a shout of laughter. “TECHNOBLADE IN THE POOL! I WOULD PAY GOOD MON-”

“I’m not getting in, dumbass.”

“Why? Scared you’ll ruin your hair?”

“No, he doesn’t want us to know he’s secretly jacked under the sixteen sweaters he wears.”

Technoblade picked up the hem of his sweatshirt, making eye contact with Niki. She has a point.

“How do you wear that in the Summer?”

“It’s n- TOMMY!!” 

Shrieks of laughter follow Tommy’s water gun assault on his brother. “When did he slip away to go get those?” Y/N wondered aloud.

“WHEN ARE WE LEAVING??” Tommy asked enthusiastically. 

---

A crowded minivan, a stop to pick up Tommy’s friend, and a raid of Phil’s linen closet for pool towels later, the group arrived at the neighborhood pool. The sun hung low in the horizon as people spilled out of Phil’s van and began dragging the pool toys and water guns towards the gate.

The air around the black metal bars barring their entrance to the pool seemed to quiver. 

“I think Wil has the pool key.” piped Niki in response to Fundy throwing his weight against the fence. 

Fundy, in turn, sprinted back to the car, where Wilbur was taking inventory of snacks (and probably hiding the best for himself). 

Technoblade looked down at the two younger boys and Y/N conversing in hushed whispers. All of a sudden, they screamed out in perfect synchronization, in equally high pitched voices,

“Let me innnn! Let me in pleaseeee!”

And promptly burst into giggles. Y/N almost toppled into Techno, both from laughing and the slight weariness from the heat. 

The pool noodles he was balancing beneath his arms (laden with tote bags of pool toys and towels) toppled to the ground, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was Y/N’s hand steadying themself on his chest, and the way his face began to heat up almost unbearably considering the weather. 

“Oops, sorry!” they squeaked, leaning down to pick up the fallen noodles.

Technoblade was burst out of his daze by the return of his brother and Fundy, who triumphantly swiped the access card against the pad before kicking the gate wide open.

The clang of metal against the concrete pool clubhouse sent reverberating waves into the air, and everyone winced as the metal continued to drag. 

Pool entrances varied, Niki, on the one hand, took her time tip-toeing into the water by the stairs, while Tubbo and Tommy almost knocked each other out crashing over the edge to the deep end.

Y/N chuckled at their antics, but seeing as they had settled on not getting wet today, they picked out a chaise in the shade and pulled a book and pen out of the small bag they had brought with them.

Technoblade watched them with almost unwavering interest, unless someone happened to look his way, in which case he would quickly turn back to his phone, scrolling aimlessly through his home screen until they turned away.

From his spot under the little roof of the clubhouse, he had an almost unobstructed view of Y/N, and how they chewed at the end of the pen they used to annotate their book. Oh how he wished he could read the little notes they scribbled in the margins, or the drawings they would surround words with when they got distracted from reading. And the way that pen dangled from their lips, their tantalizing, soft lips. Taunting him, almost. And their jewel-like, bright eyes. Always so inviting and playful; like the way they were meeting his right now-

Shit

He hadn’t realized he’d been staring that intently. A small quirk of their eyebrow and a smirk on their lips was enough to make his heart give out. But not now. Not when they were waving their hand so intently to get him to sit next to them. Pretending to ponder the decision and gather his belongings, (when in reality he was just collecting his bearings), he walked over to them.

“See! You don’t always want to be alone, Mr. I’m so antisocial and I hate everyone!” they smiled, patting the adjacent seat.

You’re the only exception, he thought, his brain screaming and pushing to let the words leave his mouth. He couldn’t though, not when they could never think of him the way that he thought of them.

So he answered with a small smile and a chuckle. 

“What are you reading?”

“The Picture of Dorian Gray! Remember you said you thought I’d enjoy it?” they answered with enthusiasm, that sparkle still evident in their eyes.

It warmed his heart to know that they had taken the suggestion and committed to the book, which was admittedly a pretty tough read, because of him.

“How could I forget?”

Their smile widened and they buried their head back in the book, that cursed pen once again being squished between their plush lips.

Technoblade peered over their shoulder to see that they were nearing the middle of the book, where Dorian returns from his  theater date with Basil and Henry. Feeling satisfied enough that they were invested in the story, given their gasp and furious scribbling in the margins, he felt it safe enough to stare at them under the orange-tinged glow of the sunset. 

Of course, he forgot about the crowd of his friends who were nudging each other and whispering about his infatuation with you. The whispers reached Wilbur who narrowed his eyes in his twin's direction and made a mental note to ask him about it later.

Once dark hit and the water began to run a little too cold for anyone's taste, they began to wrap themselves up in towels and raid Wilburs snack stashes. The snack distribution was cut off by Wilburs phone, screen lit up with a zoomed in photo of none other than Philza. 

DADZA!!! Read the contact name as Wilbur swiped the screen and held the phone between his shoulder and ear, continuing to hand out snacks.

“OI, where in fucks sake are you lot? It’s an hour past the devils ass why i…”

The rest of Phil’s screaming faded as Wilbur walked away to calm his father down. 

“AN HOUR PAST THE DEVILS ASS” Y/N screamed with laughter, sending the entire group into raucous peals of giggles.

“Yep, mhhm, we’ll be there” Wilbur walked back towards the group, motioning for everyone to get in the car.

“Yes dad I know, yes, okay we will drop him off. Okay, bye” Hanging up the phone, he ushered people back into the car, holding Tubbo back by his upper arm so that he could sit with easiest access to the door.

After dropping Tubbo off, and then doubling back and driving around town to drop people off at various houses, Technoblade, Tommy and Wilbur were alone in the car with Y/N. 

“Here. Here. WIL! Pull over!” 

The van screeched to a halt as Y/N clambered over Tommy’s long legs, almost falling out onto the pavement. They leaned against the door of the passenger seat, thanking Wilbur and bidding farewell to the brothers. Just before they stepped away, Technoblade leaned down and kissed the crown of their head where it was leaning against his open window. Their stunned expression was lost in the dark and the window slid shut as Wilbur slammed the gas pedal to make it back in time before his dad’s curfew.

“What the fuck was that” 

Technoblade gave him a glare, which lost its effectiveness when paired with the burning red blush flooding his face and neck, highlighted under the harsh white lights of the car. He turned his face away and resigned to staring out the window, the night air filtering through the small crack giving his face a little bit of relief.

“Okay at least tell me, are you together?”

“No.”

“But he likes them!” piped up Tommy from the back seat, looking up from his phone where he was playing a game.

“No I- I don’t” Damnit The crack in his voice gave it away.

Wilbur, sensing that it seemed to be more of a sensitive topic than he thought, decided to drop the subject for the time being, and Tommy was already absorbed back in his game.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence as they raced against time and the rules of Philza Minecraft.

AUTUMN----------------------

School started a few weeks after the pool night, which was followed by many late nights and summer fun by the friends, the knowledge that half of them would be away to college next year heavy in the atmosphere. To say the least, Junior year was not treating Y/N well. They were almost always working on homework, if not doing SAT prep, and they rarely went out with their friends. The only time Technoblade got to see them was during his AP Lit class, and because of it, he considered himself the luckiest man in the world. Ms. Ren’s Literature classroom was the only place Technoblade seemed to see the old Y/N, the one from over the summer who got enthusiastic over books and gave him playful punches when he was a little too mean to their friends. Now, the only Y/N he saw was a stressed, tired person who was always carrying an energy drink in one hand and a stack of homework in the other. Except for in Lit. Y/n’s eyes would brighten as they discussed the reading from the previous night and their legs would jostle Technoblades from under their shared table to show him an annotation they had made. Technoblade assumed they were just rejuvenated from the literature, never once letting the thought cross his mind that maybe, just maybe, he was part of the equation too.

On the rare occasion that they would hang out with their friends, they would be easily prone to tears and every conversation would be redirected to how tired and stressed they were. Of course, Technoblade wanted them to be happy, and felt enormous empathy for his friend in the harshest year of high school, but he had suddenly become hyper-aware that the clock was ticking on his time left with them. He was a senior this year, and while Y/N still had a year left to go, Technoblade would be on his way to college, perhaps out of the country, in less than a year. It wasn’t wrong to want to make the most of his time with them.

It didn’t help that this internal time bomb was also counting down the opportunities he had left to tell them how he felt.

-----

He decided to get to them when they were in a good mood, and more likely to say yes. After Ms. Ren had finished assigning the reading due by Monday, he turned to the beautiful person who sat next to him and muttered in a low voice, 

“How’s your weekend looking?”

They looked up with a bright smile and whispered back

“I have tons of homework but I should be able to knock it out with a good day of work. Why? What do you have in mind?”

He knew this was the right time to ask you. 

“Just be ready by 4pm on Saturday.”

----

Technoblade sat on the edge of his usually neat bed, now strewn with almost every sweater he owned. He was picking a stray piece of lint from the sweater nearest to him when he saw his brother walk past, then backtrack out of the corner of his eye.

“What’s got you all indecisive?” Wilbur asked, gesturing vaguely to the sweaters and random articles of clothing adorning his room.

“Wait! Is today your date with Y/N?”

“It’s not a date.” grumbled Technoblade.

“Then why are you so stressed about what to wear?” he replied with raised eyebrows.

Technoblade groaned and threw himself on top of the pile of wool on his bed. “I just need this to be perfect. Y/N needs a break, and they deserve everything to be just right.”

“And you want to impress them” sang Wilbur, now nudging Techno aside to sift through his sweaters.

Technoblades noise of indignation was muffled as Wilbur threw a cream colored sweatshirt at his face. 

“What about this?”

“I couldn’t find what to wear it with.”

Wilburs sigh rang through Technoblades room as he opened the closet, now in his proper mindset as the family fashion consultant. Garment after garment was thrown in Techno’s general direction, and he leaned and reached to grab them all. 

“Try that”

Technoblade walked out of the bathroom to find Wilbur rummaging through his jewelry. 

“When did I say it was fine for you to go through my stuff?” asked Technoblade, shoving Wilbur away. Wilbur shrugged in response, motioning for Techno to open his hand so that he could drop his selection of rings and necklaces into his open palm.

As Wilbur walked out the door, he thought he heard a faint “thank you”, and smiled to himself.

-----

“This is elaborate”

“I’m a dynamic man Y/N.”

Y/N laughed at his response to the back seat of Technoblades car, which was filled with “supplies” for the evening.

“That outfit sure is dynamic.”

“Why?” Technoblade asked nervously, drumming slightly on the steering wheel. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! I didn’t think you could get any hotter but you somehow pulled it off!”

Realizing what they said, Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deep red and they began to pick at their flannel. As soon as Technoblades surprise wore off, and the butterflies faded back to the dull sensation that always seemed to linger when he was around them, he let out a snort of laughter. That sent both of them into a fit which continued until Technoblade hit a pothole from laughing so hard. 

Y/N’s momentary fear only made them laugh harder, but Technoblade attempted to quell himself before he no longer had four functioning tires.

“Do I get to know where you’re taking me?” Y/N asked. They had driven a little ways out from the city, to the vaguely familiar areas that one only drives by when they’re leaving town.

“Yes.” He replied, slowing the car into a small parking lot. “Because we’re here.”

The pair entered the small bookshop and a bell rang overhead. The store smelled of dust and books and Technoblade saw Y/N breathing the scent in like a breath of new life. Of course, this ended up in a small coughing fit which he pulled them out of with a few pats to their upper back. 

“Okay we are on somewhat of a schedule, so I need you to go get a book. Any book, and meet me back at the register in 10 minutes.” He said, grabbing them by the shoulders and making direct eye contact. “Okay, Go!” 

And they both got lost in the mazes of words.

At 4:30 sharp, Y/N found Technoblade waiting for them at the register with a stiff red hardcover. He reached out for their book as they reached for their wallet. 

“Tech, no, you don’t have to buy me books I can get it myself”

If for nothing else, the way they shortened the already shortened version of his name made his heart stutter, and he was overcome with the sudden urge to buy them every book in this store. But he wordlessly nodded his head ‘no’ and paid for their two books. 

As they walked back to the car, Y/N admired the way his jewelry glistened in the sun. The gold necklaces contrasting against the black turtleneck he wore under his sweatshirt made them think of the summer, when his rings would shine under the sun and in the light of their almost nightly group bonfire. Technoblade opened the door for them when they got to the car, pink hair flying in his face because of the wind. Before getting in, Y/N threw their arms around his neck in a hug.

“Thanks”

They mumbled into his neck.

He blamed his pink cheeks on the cold.

-----

“Let me carry something!” Y/N argued as Technoblade led them down the path of a park a little ways away from the bookstore.

“No.” he answered, a basket and three bags dangling from his arms. 

The argument continued as they made their way down the paved path, leaves crunching underneath their feet. A little ways into the walk, when the conversation had faded to discussing the latest reading assigned by Ms. Ren, Technoblade stopped Y/N by throwing a tote bag-laden arm against their chest.

“Here.”

He parted the branches that covered a small, unpaved path that led deeper into the trees.

“How do I know you’re not trying to lure me here to kill me?” mused Y/N, already a few steps ahead of the pink-haired man on the pine-straw path.

“Yeah hold on, let me just get my axe out from this basket real quick” deadpanned Technoblade, earning a giggle from Y/N.

A few moments later, the path opened up to a clearing with a few fallen logs and a small brook trickling near the edge.

“This is beautiful Tech! How did you find this?” they asked with an awestruck expression.

He hid the way that his ears flushed with his hair and busied himself laying out the picnic supplies he had dragged all the way out here, mumbling something unintelligible.

Once he was done, he looked up to find an empty clearing, Y/N nowhere to be found.

“Y/N?” he called

He received a response in the form of a small yelp and a rather loud splash. “Over here!”

“What the hell were you thinking?” he asked, sprinting over to the edge of the stream. Their giggles calmed him a little bit, but didn’t absolve him of all his worry as he subtly looked them over for any injuries. 

“I thought the rock would be steady enough to hold me” they pouted, gesturing vaguely at the rock in question, now shiny with water.

Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at their antics, but hoisted them up nonetheless. Once they were back on solid ground, he curled his finger around the back of his sweatshirt's neckline and pulled it over his head, almost knocking off his glasses in the process. He missed the way Y/N’s eyes narrowed and focused on the way his black knit turtleneck hugged his figure, tucked into the dark brown trousers Wilbur had dug out of his closet just hours previously.

“Are you warm?” asked Y/N with an incredulous look, teeth slightly chattering.

“It’s for you, dumbass. You’re almost sure to get sick in those wet clothes.”

Y/N’s heart stuttered at the gesture, and at the way Technoblade shushed them when they tried to argue.

He turned away as Y/N shed their dripping flannel and replaced it with the sweatshirt, warmed by his own body heat. 

When he turned back, he almost lost his breath again. Seeing them in his sweatshirt, the sleeves dangling past their fingertips and their hair a little tousled from pulling the garment over their head, messed with him just a little bit. He ignored the way that his cold-nipped nose was turning redder and redder and instead gently picked up their hand to guide them over to where he had set up the picnic, next to a towering tree with a thick trunk.

Both of them were hyper-aware of the way that his fingers held theirs, and the warmth that seemed to radiate from their touch. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but as they plopped down onto the picnic blanket sitting on the ground, their grip fell apart.

The loss of contact made the October day seem colder.

The muffled crunching of the leaves under their butts filled the air as they settled into a comfortable position and began digging through the picnic basket Technoblade had brought with food. The tension in the air slowly faded as they began to eat and the atmosphere filled with the joyous conversation of the two painfully oblivious teenagers. 

When they had both finished eating, Technoblade pulled out the bag that he had brought from the bookstore and handed Y/N their book. The smile that graced their lips as they mumbled out another ‘thank you’ brought another wave of butterflies down Technoblades stomach. He pulled out his own book and made himself comfortable against the thick tree trunk behind him. Y/N reached into their back pocket and pulled out a ballpoint pen, the cap of the pen riddled with chew marks. 

The damn pen.

They stuck it between their teeth and let it hang off of the right side of their mouth. Technoblade felt his chest heat up as they nudged him over to share his spot leaning against the tree. He opened his phone and hit play on a mix of Arctic Monkeys and Gang of Youths, before leaning back to where his shoulder was pressed with theirs and opened his book.

Time seemed to forget its rules in this quiet little forest, with just Y/N and Technoblade lost in their separate worlds of words. The peace was only ever disturbed by Y/N occasionally scribbling something down in the margin of their book, to which Technoblade would demand to see, and they would fall into a small discussion about the topic.

These occasions slowly began to wane off until Technoblade felt Y/N lean their head against him with a thud. He looked down to see them fast asleep, half leaning on his shoulder with the pen still clutched between their fingers. He took note of the way the pen was balanced like a cigarette and the small puffs of air following their cold breath resembled smoke. Ignored the way his heart was almost convulsing on itself, he chose to wrap his arm around them and savour the moment.

Because he was aware that before he knew it, it would be over.

WINTER---------------------------

The student media center had a hushed atmosphere to it, as people took advantage of their last afternoon to study for semester finals. Winter break would let out the next day, but for the overwhelmed Juniors and Seniors now crowding the library, the excitement would not set in until they quelled their nervousness over the last final of the semester.

One of the study rooms situated in the back was now crowded with the notorious friend group as they crammed for their last final. Fundy, Jack and Niki were trading around their history notes, Wilbur and Minx were arguing over the proper situation of a unit circle, and Technoblade was flash quizzing Y/N on the Polyatomic ions. Their frantic studying was interrupted by their friend, George, who had gotten bored of watching his two best friends during their last football practice of the semester. He quietly walked in and took a seat in the corner, pulling out a notebook and studying something or the other. 

“Why aren't Dream and Sapnap here cramming with us?” Minx asked George.

“They have their ‘weightlifting’ final tomorrow” seethed George, most likely jealous of his friends’ somewhat pointless final.

Everyone laughed, and some groans of similar jealousy rang through the air right before the cracking loudspeaker of the school crunched to life, announcing that the doors would close at 6:00. Y/N looked down at their watch face, which read 5:45.

“Fuck, I’m never going to learn these charges! Don’t even get me started on the fact that I don’t have the solubility rules memorized!” squeaked Y/N in frustration. Everyone gave them a sympathetic look, knowing the rigorous emotional and mental demands of taking AP Chemistry.

“Don’t worry, you still have the whole night to study!” consoled Fundy.

Technoblade felt his heart break at the way their eyes filled with tears of frustration. 

“My siblings scream way too much, I can never concentrate at home”

“Come study at our house!” exclaimed Wilbur. “We can kick Tommy out so he won’t bother you!”

Wilbur sensed their hesitation and cut in before they could say ‘no’

“Come on, Dad won’t mind, he loves you! And it gives us an excuse to send Tommy out!”

Y/N turned their head in questioning to Technoblade, who grunted and nodded his head.

“I mean, if you’re sure”

Eager nodding.

“Thanks so much Wil!”

---

It was 11:50 and Phil’s living room resembled something closer to an FBI clue board, with flashcards and chemistry notes strewn on every possible surface. Wilbur had retired to bed after reviewing his Calculus notes one last time, and Tommy was spending the night at Tubbo’s. Phil leaned against the doorway and watched his son coach his best friend through the last few chapters of the textbook with a smile on his face.

“Make sure not to go to sleep too late! You need enough sleep for your final!” he called, retreating up the stairs.

Y/N checked their watch and sighed at the time. “I should get going soon.” they mumbled, beginning to collect their notes.

“Stay the night” suggested Technoblade, pulling a blanket over their shoulders to protect them from the December chill that seemed ever-present, even with the crackling fireplace illuminating the room. 

“I can’t-” A yawn cut their sentence “I can’t stay, I don't have anything and I’ve wasted enough of your time already”

Technoblade took them by the shoulders and looked them in the eyes, albeit having to lean down. “You can never waste my time”

Shivers ran through Y/N’s tired body and they offered him a weak smile.

He plucked the pen that was hanging from their mouth out and feigned disgust as he wiped it on their shirt, before throwing it in the pile of stationary by his feet.

“How about you stay for a hot chocolate?”

The invitation was too hard to resist so they gave in, as long as it was “only ten more minutes”.

Technoblade filled two mugs from the pot of the beverage that Phil had left on the stove, and topped it with marshmallows and whipped cream.

Y/N took the mug from him with a ‘thank you!’, and led the way back to the living room to nestle under the warmth of the fireplace. The pair were both exhausted from the day of studying, and chose to sip their beverages in silence. Before either of them knew it, they were both asleep under Y/N’s blanket, cuddled up against the cold of the night.

---

They woke up to the banging of Wilbur running down the stairs. 

“Shit, you two are still asleep?”

Y/N jumped up, knocking over their empty mug in the process. “Fuck, what time is it?” they asked, urgently rummaging around for their bag.

“8:00”

“What time is your final?” grumbled Technoblade, still half-asleep with no intention to get up until his final later that day.

“8:20” they whined, almost breaking down. 

“Hey, it’s fine, go get clothes from my room, take anything you want. I’ll drive you.” said Technoblade in a calming voice.

Y/N looked at him with desperate eyes and thanked him before retracing the familiar path to his bedroom.

Technoblade cracked his back and followed Wilbur into the kitchen, intending to make Y/N a nutritious breakfast and pack them a lunch, but was met with Wilburs smirking face.

“What’s the deal?” said Technoblade in his monotonous low, pulling things from out of the fridge.

“Are we going to ignore that you and Y/N slept together?”

“Gross you perv, we just fell asleep studying”

Wilburs smart-ass response was cut off by the arrival of the person in question, clad in one of Technoblades sweaters and sweatpants and ripping their fingers through their hair to attempt to tame it.

Technoblade ignored the all-too-familiar flutter of his heart at seeing them in his clothes and handed them a yogurt bowl he put together. “Let’s go, you can eat it in the car.”

They definitely broke laws driving at breakneck speed, but they pulled into the school parking lot at 8:15 and jumped out of the car, Technoblade following them to make sure they made it to the Chemistry classroom on time. With a minute and a half to spare, they arrived at the door to the classroom, earning a sigh of relief from both of them. 

Dr. Yachtrong ushered Y/N into the classroom, but not before Technoblade placed a kiss on their forehead and wished them good luck. They entered the classroom in a daze, which they quickly shook off when the tests were passed out.

---

The final bell rang for the day and the cheers rang around the school, drowning out the crunchy loudspeaker announcements to “have a good Christmas” and to “make good decisions”. Y/N had headed off to their last few classes following the Chemistry final, which had gone as good as one could expect a Chemistry exam to go. They were fairly sure they had passed which at this point, was a major win. As they left the History hallway, they saw their friend Karl leaving the art classroom. 

“Karl!” they waved him down.

“HEY! Y/N!!!” he giggled excitedly “Schools out!”

“I know!”

Excited chatter filled the hallways and they bumped into Sapnap, Punz, and Dream leaving the weights room. 

“How was your weightlifting final?” snickered Y/N

Punz answered with a slight push to their head. The group was shot out at the front courtyard, where almost all of their other friends were waiting.

The celebratory mood was punctuated by Karl inviting everyone over for an “Epic School Sucks Party” at his house later that night.

Y/N looked around, searching for the pink-haired man that had been flooding their thoughts more than usual lately.

He had been acting differently, nervous even, since the day they fell asleep on him at the park. Y/N was only scared last night's incident would make it worse.

“He’s probably finishing up his Latin stuff” murmured Wilbur, leaning down to their ear.

Y/N’s ears burnt a bright red upon knowing that Wilbur knew who they were looking for. They looked up to answer, but he had already gotten immersed in a conversation with Quackity and George. 

The man in question came out of the front doors of the building and made a beeline for their cluster of people upon seeing them. Y/N couldn’t help but admire the cuffs he wore on his slightly pointed ears, and the way his long pink hair fell behind his-

“Oi Y/N is that Technoblades sweater?”

Screw you Minx

“Y/N spent a surprise night over last night” snickered Wilbur, wiggling his eyebrows.

“It's. Not. Like. That.” screeched Y/N, punctuating each word with a smack to Wilbur, somewhat drowned in the laughs and gasps of everyone in their group.

“Why are we hitting Wilbur and can I join?” asked Technoblade once he integrated himself into the tangle of people. The laughs hushed as everyone turned to look between Y/N and Technoblade.

“What?”

-----

The heat of Niki’s curling iron sent warm shivers down Y/N’s neck, a grateful contrast to the harsh December chill plaguing the outdoors. She blew gently on the warm hair before letting it all fall back, tousling it to break up the curls.

“Thanks Niki!” said Y/N gratefully, examining themselves in the mirror. “You’re going to have to teach me how to do this someday.”

Niki laughed, already standing in front of the bathroom mirror to apply her eyeliner. With one eye closed, she spoke to the person now standing behind her, checking their outfit from different angles. 

“So really, what’s going on between you and Technoblade?”

She knew of their intense crush on the pink-haired boy, which had started somewhere between 8th grade and freshman year, but she also knew that Y/N tended to be more closed off about their deep personal life.

Y/N sighed, almost in disappointment. “Nothing. And that’s the problem.”

Due to Niki’s sympathetic look thrown their way, they fell down a rabbit hole of ranting which led them to where they were now; on the floor beside Niki’s bed with Y/N’s head in her lap.

“He always acts so weird around me. One minute he’s  holding my hand or kissing my forehead, and the next he won't even look at me, or only answers in short sentences. And it stresses me out because I think he hates me, but then he does shit like buying me books just to go read in a forest with him, or staying up all night with me to study for my Chemistry final, and I just-” They took a deep breath, containing their rambling.

“I just get more confused.”

----------

 Karls party was in full swing by the time Niki and Y/N got there. They were met at the door by Sapnap and Quackity, who for some reason were handcuffed to each other, and were both giggling and flushed. Y/N and Niki hung their coats on the rack by the door and walked into the festive atmosphere of the house, seeing familiar faces in every corner.

Despite the rowdy environment and the deafening noise, the party was relatively small, consisting of only 20 or so of Karls friends.

They followed Quackity and Sapnap into the living room where a semi-circle of people was lounging on various couches, passing around a blunt and playing what seemed to be truth or dare.

Ah. That’s where the handcuffs came from.

Niki and Y/N decided to play, Niki offering to go fetch them both drinks in the kitchen as Y/N found their place in the circle. To their surprise, Technoblade was there, seemingly uninterested in the game and more invested in something he was doing on his phone. Upon seeing Y/N, he gave them a smile, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and gestured to the small spot between him and the couch armrest. All eyes followed Y/N as they perched on the armrest, mumbling a small ‘hi!’ to Technoblade.

Niki returned with two drinks in hand and shared a knowing glance with Y/N, as well as a miniscule smile, before handing them their drink and taking a seat on a cushion next to Jack and Minx.

“Okay okay, In honor of our new guests arriving, Y/N, truth or dare?” 

Y/N knew by the looks everyone was giving them that choosing truth would not be the best option.

“Dare.”

A small sigh of disappointment left Karls lips before a mischievous light came into his eyes and he perked up again. “I dare you to sit in Technoblade’s lap”

Snickers echoed across the group as Technoblade looked up at the sound of his name. He looked up to where Y/N was balancing themself on the edge of the couch, and with some burst of courage, that was probably induced by the alcohol, he wrapped his arm around their waist to tug them into his lap with a squeak of surprise.

After recovering from their initial embarrassment, Y/N turned to the man whose lap they were in. “Techno, truth or dare?”

He huffed but quietly breathed out “Truth”, suddenly very aware of how close their face was to his. After a few brief seconds of eye contact which seemed to last an eternity, they stuttered out

“Umm, do you,- actually, how did, how did they get you to play? This game... I mean?”

“BOO! WHAT A BORING FOOKIN QUESTION!” called Minx from the cushion she was on.

His response of how he didn’t mean to get dragged in to this “stupid middle schoolers game” was slightly slurred as he took a big chug of whatever liquid was floating around his red solo cup.

This worried Y/N. They never saw Technoblade drink more than enough to get him slightly tipsy, but they brushed it off on end-of-the-semester excitement. In any case, they would confront him when they got the opportunity to talk to him alone.

---

Said opportunity arose after the Pizza arrived, and most people began to file into Karls movie room to watch whatever garbage show he decided on running. Y/N stayed back, intending to have full access to the pizza and Technoblade, noticing this, stayed with them. Y/N hopped up onto a counter and pulled the pizza boxes to them.

“Hey Tech?”

“Heh?”

“Are you okay? I haven't seen you drink this much before?” they asked, running a concerned hand through his hair before pressing it to his forehead to check how hot he was.

His eyes closed and he nuzzled into their touch.

“I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Nervous? What do you have to be nervous about? It’s winter break” they answered, a small smile on their beautiful face.

This was his chance.

“I have to start applying for colleges.”

Fuck, he missed it.

-----

The food brought a new bought of energy to everyone at the party, and by 3 in the morning, the celebration was still heavy in the air. Everyone thanked whatever brought Karl’s parents to buy a house far removed from any close neighborhoods, so the noise wouldn’t earn them a police visit.

Loud music blared from the speakers in the living room, which had been cleared of furniture to make space for the energetic teenagers.

Y/N took turns dancing with Niki, Minx, and Jack before being stolen away by Sapnap who spun them around until they almost threw up. Eventually, Y/N ended up on the outskirts of the dancefloor, where they saw their favorite apathetic pig-boy leaning against a corner, snickering at everyone who was embarrassing themselves in their drunken haze. 

“WANNA DANCE?” asked Y/N leaning towards him to enunciate over the music.

How could he say no? When they were looking up at him with those big, bright eyes and a slight sheen of sweat over their face.

-----

The party began to dissipate nearing the hours of dawn. Around 5, people began trickling out. Except for the select few who had decided to just crash with Karl.

Technoblade and Wilbur parked a little ways away from their house, walking the rest of the way and ushering each other up the tree by Wilburs bedroom to sneak back in. 

It was locked.

“You dimwit, didn’t you unlock the window?”

“Of course I did you arse, where do you think I snuck out from?”

Their bickering was interrupted by a small tap on the glass by none other than a smirking Tommy. 

“Leave it to him to only wake up when he wants to annoy us”

“Tommy, let us in.”

Tommy made a rubbing motion with his index finger and thumb. Looking at Wilbur and sighing, Technoblade pulled his wallet out and held up a 10. 

Tommy made a ‘more’ motion

20. Then 40. Then 50.

“So generous of you lads, come on in!” he giggled, snatching the money from his brother and leaving the window open for the two to clamber in awkwardly.

Technoblade snuck back into his room, stripping off his sweaty clothes and falling onto the mattress. Before he blacked out, he saw two notifications come in.

BitchBur: I took these pictures tn, thought u might want them ;) (8 images attached)

And

Y/N <3: I hope you figure out the college situation! <3 let me know if you can hang out sometime :D

He opened Wilburs text to find a collection of candid pictures Wilbur had snapped over the course of the night. One of Y/N in his lap, a few of them laughing together over pizza, a few of them on the dance floor, and what had to be his favorite: a picture of them kissing his cheek as a ‘good luck’ for his arm wrestle with Dream.

A smile creeped onto his face and he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his brother. He set the last picture as his wallpaper before turning off his phone and falling into a realm of blackness.

SPRING------------------

“That was my very last AP Exam!” exclaimed Y/N, walking through the door of the coffee house where all their friends were lounging. 

The small shop erupted with cheers as they celebrated everyone finishing their school year. The cheers eventually died out, though, as the realization sunk in. Tomorrow was graduation.

The seniors in the group, Wilbur, Technoblade, Minx and Fundy were all going off to college. 

Wilbur to England, Fundy to the Netherlands, and Minx to Ireland. The one person who hadn’t decided on a college yet was Technoblade.

“Why do you all have to leave the country?” whined Y/N.

A chorus of similar sentiments left the other juniors who were scattered around a few tables that had been pushed together. 

As the conversation descended into dorms and expenses, Y/N received a text from Technoblade. The shock of the ‘ding’ made the pen that had been balancing between their lips clatter onto the floor.

Apathetic pig-boy: come outside

Y/N looked around, not having noticed that Technoblade had disappeared from the table. Taking advantage of the conversation everyone else was immersed in, they quietly snuck out, but not without avoiding Wilburs keen eyes, which narrowed upon realizing his brother was not at the table.

They wandered outside, finding Technoblade sitting at one of the outdoor tables covered by the awning. 

“My Yale email came in.” he said as soon as he saw them walk outside.

They jumped with barely contained joy. “What did it say?”

“I wanted you to be here when I opened it.”

Everyone knew that Technoblades dream college was Yale. He had talked about it ever since he was a little kid, screaming about Greek mythology on the school playground. Y/N knew that it was Technoblades biggest ambition to study literature at one of the most renowned colleges in the world, but they still felt a twinge of sadness. On top of losing half their friends, they couldn’t lose the one person that meant the most to them too.

“Open it!”

Y/N leaned against the back of Technoblades chair, almost falling over his shoulder as they watched the loading icon on the college’s website.

Technoblade clicked on the notification and they both read it together

Congratulations! We are glad to inform you…

“THAT YALE UNIVERSITY HAS DECIDED TO ACCEPT YOUR APPLICATION! TECH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Screamed Y/N, wrapping their arms around his shocked figure. They placed a million kisses all over his face, gushing about how proud they were of him, ignoring the gut wrenching feeling inside of them.  

“What’s the screaming about? Did you two finally get together?” Asked Wilbur as the group flooded out of the coffee shop to see what the commotion was about. 

“Yale accepted me.” mumbled Technoblade, just loud enough for them to hear.

The cheers that followed his announcement almost made their small hometown collapse. Congratulations were exchanged and backs were pat, and in the mess, Y/N managed to sneak off to the side. The only person who noticed was Niki, who followed them to the corner of the parking lot where they were kicking at the asphalt with their converse. She sat down, and the two rested in silence, the April wind blowing their hair all over the place.

“He’s leaving.” He’s leaving me. They wanted to say, but they didn't.

Niki gave her friend a small side hug, somehow interpreting the sentence accurately. “He’s pursuing his dreams Y/N, you know he doesn’t want to leave you.”

“How do I make him stay? It’s selfish and I’d feel like a bitch but Niki I don’t think I can live without him.”

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“You need to tell him how you feel.”

----

The next day brought sunny skies and the enthusiastic atmosphere of graduation. They had all managed to snag themselves some graduation tickets to see their friends finish high school.

Jack, Niki, and Y/N were sitting in a Wendy’s parking lot, waiting for the clock to hit 11:45 so they could start making their way to school. It seemed empty without the Seniors of the group, as they were all at school getting ready for the ceremony. Y/N voiced this concern aloud, to which Jack responded, “We’ll have to get used to it. This is how it’s going to be next year.”

And the three fell into silence, sullenly dipping their fries into their frostys.

----

Jack, Niki, and Y/N let themselves be jostled into school with the crowds of emotional parents and kids who were already bored of the event. They found decent seats, near the front aisle and set their belongings down. 

Not a moment later, they were greeted by Philza, who filed in with the rest of the boys extended family to sit beside them. 

The dimming of the lights led to hushed whispers erupting from the previously rowdy crowd. 

Procedure came and went, the salutatorian and valedictorian giving their respective addresses to the crowd, the speech of the somewhat bored principal, and finally, 

“Without further ado, presenting the Graduating Class of 2021!” 

Cheers erupted from the crowd as names began to be called. 

Within the first five minutes, the boredom began to set in and Jack began a game pigeon game, which Phil demanded to be added to. The four played the digital card game until they were pulled out of their concentration by a familiar name being called. They erupted into cheers as Fundy walked across the stage to pick up his diploma and shake the Principal’s hand. The process was repeated until Minx, her eyes shining as she shook the principal's hand earnestly, then flipped him off quickly behind his back, which sent the auditorium into a fit of laughter.

Person after person was called up, until...

“Technoblade Minecraft”

Philza almost cried. He stood on his chair, screaming in excitement for his son which made the boy in question flush as he collected his diploma and took a rather rushed leave off the stage, but not before seeing the heart that Y/N made with their fingers in his direction.

The same general act happened  during Wilburs announcement, except that he laughed and gave his dad a cheering motion with his hands.

---

The group spilled out onto the lawn of the school, congratulating people they knew when they saw them. Technoblade and Wilbur joined their family, receiving hugs from a very emotional Tommy. Y/N, Niki, and Jack waited behind for their friends to finish up with their families before tackling them in hugs. Screams and whoops came from the puddle of people on the floor, everyone yelling things to each other. The atmosphere was charged with happiness, and relief, and one couldn’t help but feel elation despite the bittersweet nature of graduation.

“Alright mates, party at my house!” boomed Philza over the noise.

The infamous graduation party. They had planned the two-part party in middle school, when they had had their first sleepover at the group's “hub”, aka Philza’s house. Since then, the party had become a reality and the first part would be executed tonight. The next being, of course, when the remaining half of the group graduated.

A marquis was set up in Phil’s garden, now uncluttered and full of spring blossoms. It was such a different atmosphere than it had been last summer, when their bonfires would stretch out into the early hours of the morning.

Food laden tables were scattered around the marquis, and to everyone's delight, a chocolate fountain rested on one of them.

After collecting food and gifts from various guests, the group found themselves sitting under the shade of a large tree with a rickety old treehouse balancing on it, which Tommy and Tubbo were attempting to devise a plan to get into with the help of their friend Ranboo, who didn’t seem as enthusiastic about the idea as the others.

“My flight leaves next week.” sighed Minx, leaning against Niki’s shoulder.

“I’ll be out of here by July the latest” 

“Phil’s taking us to London next week and I’ll just be staying”

Everyone turned to Technoblade to reveal when he would be leaving for college. 

“I’m going to Connecticut a week before the beginning of the term”

“So how long will you be home this summer?” Y/N asked, setting down their cookie.

“Between travelling and dorm set-up, I’ll probably only be here for about two weeks total.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as they pushed their head into Technoblades chest. 

“I just-” sniffle “I just can’t believe you’re all leaving!” they cried, muffled by Technoblades button down.

This sent everyone into a fit of tears as they all began hugging each other for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The moment was interrupted by Phil, who came out of the house with a camera and various props. Encouraging everyone to gather around and take pictures. Everyone scuffled around to fix their disheveled appearances and began making their way to Phils makeshift photo booth.

“Tech- wait!” called Y/N, pulling him back by the forearm. “Your hair”

They put pressure on his shoulders to get him to lean down so that they could fix his stray hairs. 

Right then, looking at the way Y/N’s shoes sank into the ground and feeling their light touch in his hair, he decided. I have to tell them. This is my last chance.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I-” deep breaths, “I need you to-”

“Come on, lovebirds get in the picture!” called Phil, walking over to drag them to where everyone else was. 

Y/N gave him an apologetic look, woven with the silent promise of later.

Damnit Dad.

----

The pictures had lasted what felt like eons, but between the corny props and the harsh afternoon sunlight, they held valuable memories.

But Technoblade had no interest in them at the moment, as he dragged Y/N behind the trunk of the tree they had sat at before.

The sunlight filtering through the leaves made Y/N’s face all that much more beautiful, and Technoblade struggled to tear his attention away to focus on telling them. He gathered up his courage and opened his mouth to speak.

But the only thing that came out was “OW!”

As a pinecone bonked off his head and rolled away on the ground, leaving chips of it in his hair. 

“Look out below!” Called Tubbo from somewhere above them. So they managed to get in. Damnit.

Y/N took his hand and led him to the other side of the tree, away from the boys’ field of destruction. They sat down gently, pulling Technoblade down with them to pluck the pieces of pinecone out of his hair.

“Here. Distraction free! Now tell me what you’ve been trying to say because there’s something I need to tell you too.”

That gave Technoblade the perfect opportunity to gather his nerves. “You go first”

“No, it’s fine you!”

“No you go!”

It seemed as if the stars had collided and sent out particles so many eons ago with the knowledge that everything would lead up to these two kids coming to the same conclusion at the same time. 

“I love you”

“I love you”

Their eyes met as they stared, wide-eyed and gaping-mouthed at each other. Overcoming the initial shock, they began to ramble.

“I didn’t think you felt the same way because you always got quiet around me and then you woul-”

“Can I kiss you?” Technoblade interrupted them, not really hearing their rambling through the buzz going through his brain.

They nodded shyly in response as he wrapped his hand around the back of their neck to pull them dizzyingly, tauntingly closer. He looked into their eyes one more time to make sure they were serious, but Y/N was already closing the gap between their lips. They hoisted themselves into his lap and gripped his hair to bring him impossibly closer.

But alas, in this group of people, nothing goes unnoticed or undisturbed.

“EW! TECHNO’S KISSING Y/N!” screamed Tommy from the balcony of the treehouse which resulted in whoops and cheers from everyone at the party.

“FINALLY!” yelled someone amongst the crowd. 

Y/N felt their ears burn a bright red as they buried their face into Techno’s neck.

“Yeah Y/N! Get some!”

“Oh fuck off!”

A/N: i hope u guys liked it :D, also this is my first time writing with they/them pronouns so if i made a mistake pls don’t hesitate to correct me!

[cowboyx2]

the clock on the wall ticks by. tubbo wonders if an another life that might have been haunting to him. in this one he smiles and taps his foot as ranboo rounds the corner. he’s just on time. he’s happy working with wilbur hasn’t gotten him too busy. he opens the mansion doors

fireworks burst in the air and tubbo giggles. for a moment he feels a pang in his chest like something exploded, it passes quickly. he blames it on his three hour timer, times almost up again. ranboo sits next to him on top of the mob grinder. they both watch as the fireworks sneeg had enough care to make explode in the sky. tubbo’s chest doesn’t pang

air is whizzing by as tubbo flies up to the pub. tommy is arguing with jack across the bar, ghostbur shakes his head next to him. he never did explain what world he came from, tubbo wonders if the people he left misses him. phil knocks over a glass of water and ranboo screams. tubbo sighs, he doesn’t even have a drop on him

tubbo sits in aimsey’s treehouse waiting for her to get home. he’s been sitting for the last half hour ands getting impatient, jonah “working” so he’s “not supposed to bug him”. humans are funny little things, with jobs and needs. tubbo got his powers stripped till next week and he can’t even imagine living a whole life of this! it seems so tiring? he much prefers being god. the door clicks open and tubbo glides down the ladder

[waywardnajsepticeye]

Powers SMP Headcanons!

Mermaid!Niki can only become human on land when it’s only raining

Phantom!Wilbur’s eyes glow green at night

Elytrian!Phil is Wilbur’s and Tommy’s father

Blazeborn!Jack doesn’t really like the Nether, so he’s made the effort to stay in OverWorld

Shulker!Tubbo shoots shulker bullets from his body when he’s angry

Enderman!Ranboo is 7 feet tall

Spider!Schlatt visited once, and he creeped everyone out with his eight eyes and climbing up random shit and smelling it

Niki and Wilbur are best friends

Tubbo wants to start a real estate agency

The Pub is literally a bar. Since Tommy can’t drink, Jack chugs all the alcohol

R  o   a   d   m   e   n

Tubbo allows everyone to come into his treehouse and take resources when they don’t have any

Jack, Niki and Tommy created a club called “Misfits” and have late night club meetings

Phil is basically everyone’s dad

Jack can hover, but not for too long. He also shoots blaze fireballs when he attacks

Tubbo is the shortest out of the gang

Phil has a delivery service

Ranboo gets anxious when someone puts a pumpkin on their head because he can’t see them

Phil protects Ranboo with his wings when it’s raining

Wilbur doesn’t like sleeping, so Niki stays up with him. Will gets embarrassed because she doesn’t need to do that for him

Tommy has small wings on his back and another set of wings sprouting from his head

[bonesandthebees]

I want to have a closer look at this interaction: (I cut out some bits for convenience)

[Phil huffed. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to know that when you take the Pythia out, who we’ve been holding captive for months, and leave him alone at a goddamn night market?”

“Nothing happened though!” Tommy argued, letting go of the Pythia’s hand now so he could gesture at him. “Look! He’s right here! I didn’t get arrested, we didn’t get followed, it’s fine.”

...

“You still broke the rules of your punishment,” Phil pointed out after nearly a minute of silence. “But that’s the least of your worries right now, because you put the entirety of the Deathlings in danger with this stunt.”

...

Tommy’s face crumpled. “But- But I knew-”]

This back-and-forth really shows of what Phil is actually mad about and that Tommy doesn’t understand what he did wrong. And by that I don’t mean that he doesn’t know, he knows sneaking out was bad, but he thinks it’s because he’s avoiding his punishment. In reality it’s the exact same argument he had with Wilbur. Sneaking out puts everyone in danger and Tommy has no right to make that decision even if he ‘knows’ that it will be fine.

And the thing is that it wasn’t fine. Wilbur was stressed out of his mind the entire time. He could have ran. One different interaction in the last probably could have made it so he ran. If Schlatt had been kinder he would have run. Wilbur could have run just to make a point. But the main thing is that Wilbur was seen. He bumbed into a stranger and they saw and possibly recognised them. And I think the stranger is Foolish by description. But either way they had the snakes that tie back to Eret and the tension at the borders might explain why he’s there.

And Tommy might say that he was careful, but what he really? Phil has no way to know. Phil no longer has a reason to trust him. Tommy broke that trust by sneaking out. And Quackity’s bar is a safe spot, and they learned that Wilbur wouldn’t run, so Phil let that one slide. But this requires a better punishment. Which is apparently getting extra grounded with chores and supervision.

It also seems like they might want to keep Tommy away from Wilbur. Like Phil sends him away and tells Wilbur not to speak with him and Tommy is gone before Wilbur wakes up. But I think it was also implied that Wilbur would see hi. At or after dinner. Either way, the biggest ‘punishment’ they can give him, is getting to know Wilbur. It’s undermining Tommy’s possessiveness. And Phil does a good job of that this chapter. Intentional or not.

Also, given Tubbo and co’s lack of reaction when Wilbur walks in to the cafeteria, I don’t think the other Deathlings know about this little nightly escapade. Which is good because they would be so angry. Like Niki and Jack are already angry and they would get an extra reason. Tubbo and Sam might think Wilbur manipulated him, but then why would he come back. It would be a mess and I think Phil and Techno are smart enough to keep this on the down low.

(2/?)

-🌲

the thing is, deep down tommy knows exactly what phil's mad about and knows that what he did was wrong. but he keeps justifying it to himself and to phil by saying he knew it would be fine. and truth be told, he was fucking terrified when he left wilbur alone at the night market to get their food. he might've put on a confident face, but in that moment he was scared shitless that he was going to be proven wrong. that he might've just fucked over his entire family on a whim.

and yeah, it wasn't fine. neither one of the boys wants to think about the stranger wilbur bumped into, but they really SHOULD'VE told phil. though that definitely would've just made things worse.

the thing is, phil hasn't picked up on how attached tommy and wilbur are yet. sure he and techno both know they're close, but jack and niki are the only two in the temple who really see it for what it is. so phil keeping them apart wasn't really an intentional punishment, but also even if he did know, I think he'd realize pretty quickly how bad of an idea it is to punish them. because tommy is the main thing keeping wilbur at the temple. if phil tries to break their bond, that could give wilbur a reason to run. so while temporary separation might work as a minor punishment, doing anything long term would be disastrous.

oh yeah phil and techno did not let ANYONE know what happened. eventually they're going to explain that they trust the pythia not to leave, but they won't go into the full details because netiher phil or techno want to brew even more tension between tommy and the rest of the deathlings.

[testingcheats0n]

Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!

Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!

Source: Me

Finished Fanfics:

Multi-chaptered Fanfics:

that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade

Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.

MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!

you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon

Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.

(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)

+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one

Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.

Responsible Forever by SilverWing15

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” /////

“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”

“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”

“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”

“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”

“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.

Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion

Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons

Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent

Sam blinks. “What?”

Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”

Sam is going to be sick.

Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.

Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh

Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable

After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.

It takes a war to bring him back.

+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending

Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream

Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum

“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.

The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.

Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices

Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.

Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)

Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.

To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.

This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.

Part of a series, very good.

Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias

Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.

AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.

Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.

I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale

The first time it happens, he barely remembers. The second time is when he realized. The third... Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern

“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”

Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.

This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous

Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?

(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)

Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.

let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun

Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive. Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough. And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life. His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past. He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside. Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people. But trust is how you die.

Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.

Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15

Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.

Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.

He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s. //// OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.

Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.

One-Shots:

Snapped by AmberRunnel

“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”

Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.

“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”

-|-

Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well. There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.

It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.

It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.

the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution

An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.

He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.

You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia

"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."

Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.

Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.

Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.

"Kill me."

Or... In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.

Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.

tomorrow night by meridies

Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.

or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.

It's cute what can I say :]

maple syrup by itisjosh

"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."

"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."

(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)

Children get away from toxic adults :)

Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe

‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’

To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.

Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.

sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa

“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”

Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.

It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.

a matter of time by meridies

Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."

or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.

Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.

That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust

Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.

At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.

Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.

Part of a collection!! Read it all.

spider lily by blue000jay

Wilbur has a body.

The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.

(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)

The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(

Hands tied loose by rabiddog

"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."

-

Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.

But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.

Unhappy ending :(

The serpent underneath by rabiddog

Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)

-

“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”

:((((((((

Damning choices by rabiddog

Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.

Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.

It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.

-

"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."

:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog

Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.

He doesn't care at all.

-

"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"

:)

Word of Honour by rabiddog

Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.

-

Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)

Almost canon. F.

Sweet Repentance by rabiddog

Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.

Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.

-

Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.

Tommy dies painfully.

A White Tulip by astervoid

He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.

Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.

lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass

"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”

Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.

~

It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.

The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.

Dear Theseus by rabiddog

Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.

-

“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?

Tommy almost wins.

A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman

How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?

The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

How could he have known this would happen?

-

Sequel to A Child's World

Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.

heart of the sea by RyDyKG

Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:

Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.

Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.

He knows, ok? by Ralli

By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.

Very, very cute :)

that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat

Tommy has always been the fighter.

He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.

If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.

---

Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.

Messed up, but with a happy ending.

Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog

Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.

He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.

-

Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.

I love this author if you can't tell.

Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy

The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.

At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.

“Tommy?”

And then Tubbo turns to look at him.

Clingyduo fluff.

sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter

The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.

Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.

SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.

Sad, but cathartic.

REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit

i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST

this is different from what i usually post but it was fun

i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!

What it says on the tin- not really a fic.

Unfinished Stories:

Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):

Over the River Styx by CorpseArt

I feel like we should name him.

There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.

I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.

He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?

I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.

-

Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.

Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.

If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions

“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.” ---- In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.

It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.

Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523

Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.

OR

In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.

Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.

A Talk Long Overdue by penink

Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.

Tommy gets therapy.

Into the Night by Interjection

“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”

They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.

“But why?”

Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.

“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”

“And I don’t want to come back.”

Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.

But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.

---

(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.

A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)

Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (March 7/2021) - End of Week

Tubbo commissions Foolish for a massive mansion in Snowchester, while Puffy makes a discovery about her past and wonders what to make of it.

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VOD LINKS:

Tubbo

Foolish

Ranboo

Captain Puffy

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- The Blood Vines in Snowchester have grown rapidly from the seeds Antfrost planted last night. Tubbo starts getting rid of them.

- Tubbo suspects it spread from under the platform or the water, thinking it must have an origin point somewhere.

- He brings the pieces to the mainland and dumps them out there (no soul fire)

- He plans to make traps

- Foolish logs in and Tubbo speaks with him to commission a mansion in Snowchester.

- It is to be built in a day

- Tubbo hands him a lengthy list of requests from both him and chat, including a hot tub, a petting zoo, a waterslide, a drink bar, a tree house in a garden, a fanart room, a bowling alley, a built in panic room, an art museum, a streaming room, a basement, a tree hall, a greenhouse for bees, a--

- Part of the payment will come from Ranboo, but Tubbo hasn’t spoken to him yet.

- Ranboo joins and asks what’s going on. Tubbo fills him in and they send Foolish on his way.

- Foolish works on the mansion

- Ranboo notices the Blood Vines have sprouted up in his house from Antfrost’s seeds and gets rid of them, burning the pieces (no soul fire, normal fire)

- Ranboo does some resource-grinding for potions to prepare. Just in case.

- While out in the mushoom biome building, Puffy spots an abandoned ship on the shore of the savannah

- She doesn’t remember anything before November 16th (the day she joined the SMP)

- On the ship, she finds a room with her old captain’s outfit and chests full of books, and a “Map of Memories”

- One of the books is titled “November 15th”

- There was a storm, and Puffy wasn’t sure if she’d ever make it home to see her mother again. She got swept into an unfamiliar land but hoped to leave a legacy to make her mother proud

- There is treasure Puffy was looking for, and a family curse

- Does anyone remember her? Will she even remember herself?

- Puffy takes the captain’s outfit but hesitates to put it on. It’s from a different version of her. She decides to put it on.

- Puffy decides to keep this secret under wraps for now

- Maybe she should just repair the boat and set sail for a new life? She feels like she’s disappointed everyone. It might be better to just leave.

- She’ll come back another day. But for now, no one can know.

- Puffy heads back to the mainland and sees the Red Banquet invitation poster.

- She goes down to the spider spawner but can’t find the Egg because of the “tunnel collapse.”

- Puffy goes to see Snowchester. Antfrost joins the server and asks if she has a place of residence he could mail something to.

- Puffy helps Foolish gather some resources for the mansion.

Upcoming Events:

- Quackity’s business opening

- March 10th (Ponk’s warning)

- The Red Banquet

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END OF WEEK RECAP:

3/1 - Foolish and Jack Manifold’s L’Cast, Dream kills Tommy, Jack spreads the news, the Eggpire enters the Final Stage

3/2 - The server mourns Tommy, Ranboo confronts Sam

3/3 - Tubbo's detective work

3/4 - Foolish confronts the Crimson, Dream revives Tommy, Tales From the SMP: “The Haunted Mansion”

3/5 - Ponk warns Foolish about an Eggpire attack, Ranboo, Tubbo, Fundy and Phil see Michael

3/6 - The Syndicate meets, Antfrost prepares for the Red Banquet

3/7 - Tubbo and Ranboo commission a mansion, Captain Puffy’s origin story