#sbi x reader angst

[mysticalsoot]

too, more, and most

A/N: this was originally supposed to be a lil valentine's blurb but then it took a very dark turn so it won't be that unless you want it to be, and in that case then sure, this very dark fic can be a valentine's gift to you all (all 70 of you??? what the fuck??) anywho ty all for the love on my writing, can't begin to express how fucking cool that is and how thankful I am!!!

TW// very dark, death is alluded to until straight out said, sorta MCD but redeemed, lots of swearing, derealization, hallucinations, death ish. that's it I think?

Summary: Wilbur is a broken man with attachment issues, his problems only worsen after reader breaks up with him. he finds out his love isn't here anymore but finds himself discovering what true reality is his.

Pairings: cc!wilbur x reader

Pronouns: they/them and use of y/n and l/n

Words: 3,378 (forgot to add at first, sry)

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@lvrboysoot love u, elliot. sorry for the pain I'm gonna inflict upon you with this</3

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Wilbur was picky with who he said I love you to. His family was one thing, parents, brothers—those were easy. When it came to others, friends, romantic partners—those were more difficult, more calculated when he eventually admitted it.

But once he did, he never stopped saying it. And he was stubborn, fully set that he loved you more than anything than anyone ever loved anyone else. 

He would say it at least once an hour, and if he was away he'd text the words to you, followed by some stupid mushy gif. He'd write love letters readmitting his feelings for you, attaching a little wild flower he found somewhere in the garden. He'd leave it on your side of the bed and sneak away back into his office. He sat in his desk chair and pretend to work as he listened for you to open the front door. He'd wait there, patiently dilly-dallying whilst he waited for your arms to wrap around him and kiss the top of his head.

He'd follow it by saying; "I love you, darling." His hands resting on your arms that snuck around his shoulders, your chin now on the top of his head.

"I love you too," Is what you would reply with, he'd chuckle and press a kiss to your arm.

"I love you more." Wilbur wasn't one to back down on this exchange, he was sure his love for you outweighed any amount of love for anyone or anything else.

Whoever ended the exchange would say I love you most.

It always mostly worked to end the exchange. Sometimes it just wasn't enough and strings of I love you's were exchanged. The word most wasn't the end all be all, unfortunately.

Or was that even...real?

                                        —★—

The ceiling was far from interesting, but staring at it was better than falling asleep in Wilbur's mind. The other side of the bed was cold, and the lack of warmth and a person beside him, infected his bones with the same bone-chilling temperature the sheets beside him had.

He'd reach his hand over every once and a while, subconscious habits taking over his actions, the exhaustion blurring his mind's ability to keep control. 

He forgot how he loathed being alone. And he regretted not saying those words sooner. You would still be here next to him, your hand on the back of his neck, your own head nuzzled into his chest and his arm holding you close to his body, the two of you now one.

Wilbur should have said I love you a long time ago. Sleeping wouldn't be a dreaded activity and maybe the bags under his eyes wouldn't be so dark they look like black eyes anymore. He'd have a reason to move forward.

His phone had been shut off by him for a few weeks, and the bills still went through but he needed to ignore all the pleas and notifications from friends and family.

No, James, Wilbur does not want to go out drinking and talk about it. He'd much rather have anything else.

And no, Tommy, Wilbur didn't want to join your next vlog at the beach. Do you want him to break down?

Jack asked to come over and play some Mario Kart with him to take his mind off things. They all had valid concerns and they were only doing their best but he didn't want to do anything.

Not when he could have prevented the situation he's in, he's in a void, and he has no purpose as far as he's concerned.

Ash was the most gentle of them all, he asked if Wilbur was okay a few times, always following it up with "you don't have to talk about it, just know that I'm here". He was kind, quiet, and gentle. Wilbur had genuinely contemplated answering his friend, spilling his guts on how it was his fault and that there wasn't anything he could do that would mend it, everything was gone and it was his fault. But he didn’t he kept his thoughts and feelings to himself.

He kept the too, more, and most to himself. He couldn’t tell you, so why tell anyone? It was best held close to his heart like an unforgiving secret, one that if spilled would put a ripple in space and time. So it was a secret forever held behind the bars of heartbreak.

He tried peeling himself out of bed, wiping his face of old dried tears--he couldn't cry anymore so the saltwater stains on his cheeks were days old, or maybe weeks, Wilbur couldn't tell. It took him a few minutes to coax his aching and tired body to sit up at the least--and even more time to convince himself to turn his phone back on. Maybe he would regret doing so, maybe he wouldn’t but the only way to know was to just..do it. So he did, the screen on his phone lit up, the classic white apple illuminating his face as he waited there, his eyes glued to the screen as it booted up. A few seconds and five password attempts later, his phone was unlocked and in the sms app.

He gravitated towards the last messages with you, it didn't take much convincing for him to open it and when he did, it felt like a train hit him. All of the emotions—the regret, the pain—came flooding back to him.

The last message he ever got from you was "I love you". He mentally kicked himself for never saying it and he threw his phone down on his bed, regret bubbling up his throat and he pulled on his hair. Dry, pained sobs escape his chest and he's shaking. This is so stupid. I'm so stupid. His thoughts ran wild, taunting him, stabbing him. Looking him in the face and telling him how this is all his fault. It's all his fault. It has to be all his fault.

He begins shaking, pulling his legs up to his chest, and wraps his arms around his knees, shoving his face between them. No tears fall, and the sobs lessen, although no less painful than before. He tries to take deep breaths, pushing the image of your last message to him that's burned into his vision, further and further from his consciousness. If his brain can push every other bad memory away, why won't it hide this one? God, he's so stupid—what person forces themselves to face the one thing that tore them apart? Wilbur would be it. He is the one to do that and he regrets it.

His breathing slows to a steady pace, and he drops his hands from his hair. He wants to curl up inside himself and just shrivel up until he's nothing but particles in the air. And he wants to, he really wants to. But he promised himself he would go out today and do something helpful for himself. Maybe some fresh air would help.

Or maybe it'll just remind him of you

Either way, he needed out. His bed was beginning to feel claustrophobic and the walls of his room felt like they were closing in on him. Not to mention he hasn't showered in at least a week, and the last time he did shower, James had forced him and stood outside the bathroom door the entire way because he knew Wilbur would try and trick him.

He lifted his blankets and tossed them to the side, throwing his legs over the side of his bed and pushing himself up to stand. His legs wobbled for a moment in a lack of use and then he mindlessly brought himself to his dresser, grabbing a sweater and some jeans, and whatever else he needed before his legs brought him to the bathroom and he turned on the shower.

The water burned his skin but was somehow comforting in the way he turned red as the water hit him. It burned, but it was nice. It was an unfortunate reminder he was alive, and this was real. But perhaps, a cold shower would be even worse, so the reminder of his reality through burning hot water droplets on his skin was a much better alternative than cold ice water douching him in the painful realization of never being able to get you back.

That was worse than anything. That you were forever to never be his again.

It wasn't much longer that he stood under the hot water, and then he soon stepped out, hurriedly wrapping himself in a towel to avoid the chilling cold you always feel after a boiling shower. He doesn't bother to change whilst in the bathroom, but instead snatches his clothes from the cluttered sink counter and pulls open the door, bringing himself back to the warmth of his room while he slips on his clothes, his sweater being last after a T-Shirt underneath.

He knew that if he made any more contemplation over whether he should go outside or not, he'd never make it past his bedroom door. So he was quick in grabbing his keys and wallet before slipping out of his bedroom door followed by his apartment door. He quickly locked the door until it clicked and hurried down the stairs. The faster he got downstairs, the less time he had to rethink his decisions.

He's quick to push open the clear entrance door to his apartment building, passing by some of his neighbors he's never met and then he's out of the stuffy building. He's hit with a wave of wind, hitting the tip of his nose, and the cool scent warming him in calm comfort. It's nice to feel comfort again, it's so, so nice.

He stands there for a moment, taking in the cool, fresh air. To passersby, he looks like an idiot who's most likely high—but in reality, he's a broken man who hasn't left his house in weeks and feels he no longer has a purpose. Neither version is a good one, but what he really is, is much better than the alternative.

He pauses for a moment, taking in what's around him. Wilbur didn't think about what he was going to do past walking outside, so now he's stuck. Maybe he could go right back inside or maybe he—

There's a shadow of a person on the beach, or maybe it just looks like a shadow—but something about it draws him to it. Where the shadow seems to pace on the beach—the person-shaped shadow—isn't far from where he stands in front of his apartment building. He's curious, and the curiosity gets to him and he's hurriedly walking over to the stairs that lead down to the beach. He doesn't waste any time finding that damned shadow, he doesn't even know why he wants to know what it is, so badly. But he does, he really does and his hurried walking turns to jogging until he's full-out sprinting on the pebble beach, the saltwater-twisted air hitting his nose sharply.

The shadow becomes more and more of a human shape the closer he gets to it. And then he's a foot away. And the shadow turns around to face him. And it isn't a shadow anymore. It's a person. It's a fucking person. But it isn't just any person, no, no—it's you.

It's you. It's you. It's you. Oh god, it's you.

But you don't look…alive. You look dead, gone. You're practically transparent and he wonders if this is what it was like for people to see Ghostbur if the DreamSMP was real. Dear god, you're dead. Or are you? Maybe he's just hallucinating, maybe he spent too long in his flat and now his mind doesn't know what reality is and so it's tricking itself into believing you're here. But as a shadow.

He wants to run so badly but something keeps him angered onto the pebble-covered beach. Why can’t he stop looking at you? And why in all things good can he not move?

“Y/N,” It’s the only thing he utters, and it's broken and quiet in the way he says it. 

You simply stare at him, his expression cracking and shattering in the same way his heart does all over again, and then you’re gone again. You simply poof into thin air.

He takes hours before he can drag himself back to his flat, and he still hasn’t figured out if what he saw was real or not--but he’d rather not dwell on that for now. He just needs to get back home, he didn't even bring his phone with him, who knows how many people have tried contacting him whilst he was on his..walk. You could call it a walk, that’s for sure.

The door is opened haphazardly, and he nearly bangs his head against the side of it, not noticing his surroundings. He takes the stairs, his steps slow and by no means careful, and then hes on his floor, dragging himself to his flat. He unlocks the door until it clicks and then beelines for his room and snatches his phone off his bed.

He has a few dozen messages from friends, some from his parents and brothers--but he ignores them all and goes straight to safari;

Y/N L/N obituary

He presses the search button and turns his phone screen away from himself, face down in his lap. Wilbur has been offline for weeks--anything could’ve happened--and who would tell him anyways? Plus, who’s to say what felt like weeks to him, hasn't been months?

A few moments later and with some reassurance from himself, he turns the screen back to face him and his eyes glance to the first result.

Y/N dead at 26, drowned at brighton beach

It’s dated four months ago.

But they broke up with him three weeks ago? You were alive mere weeks ago! How did this--how did this happen?

It was your ghost he saw, that much he knows.

You died.

God…

You’re dead.

Wilbur finds tears sliding down his cheeks, droplets plopping onto his phone screen and he pulls the sleeve of his sweater over his hand to wipe away the salty liquid from his face and he sniffles.

How didn’t he know? Why didn’t anyone tell him?

He should go back to the beach.

The beach sounds great…maybe he’ll find you again, maybe he can ask questions and get answers for all of the wonders wandering his mind.

That’s what he should do.

And so he does, but this time he takes a blanket and his phone with him.

It’s the same path as before but now he knows where he’s going when he steps outside and its dark now. The biting cold wind of dusk hits his face in a harsh sharpness, but he moves on and continues walking, blanket rested over his arm and head held up as he looks around for you.

He spots you on an old pier and is quick to follow you, walking up the crickety stairs, being slow and careful with his steps, cautious to not spook the ghost of you again. He has questions that need answers, and scaring you away does him no good.

He keeps walking to the edge of the pier, there aren’t any railings, and its entirely open. He stops when hes one to two feet away from you and he drops the blanket on the planks of wood below. He looks up from the ground, eyes meeting your shadowy figure slowly revealing details about you, although still transparent, you aren’t just a shadowy figure.

“Hello, love,” Wilbur is sure to put on a soft smile when he speaks, and you shake your head at him, looking down.

You look up, head tilting and bottom lip poking out as a taunt, “I’m not your love,”

“I--I know you’re dead but--”

“No,” is all you say, and then you’re gone again.

Wilbur wants to break down again, decompose, and scream and sob and cry. But instead, he just stands there in cowardice. He doesn’t move, he simply stands in silence. He finds himself walking towards the edge of the pier and then he sits down, legs dangling over the water.

He wonders what would---

No, Wilbur, no.

He recoils. Pulls his legs up. Backs away from the edge. He feels someone push him. He pushes back and tries to find the source of said force--it’s just him up here. But he keeps pushing against the force trying to knock him off and he’s doing a great job of it--until he doesn’t and then he’s plummeting down and he twists in the air as he falls and something in his mind speaks.

“Your end is the same as your love’s”

And then it's all black.

The next thing he knows he’s choking up water or what feels like choking up water. But he doesn’t feel like he’s in water and-- But hes awake? Alive? It feels dry around him but he still can’t see.

He tries crying out, his eyes practically glued shut and he can’t force them open.

He jolts up and his eyes shoot open, his eyes frantically search the room, it's dark and he can barely see anything and then he sees an outline of a person; you. But you’re dead! And he’s dead!

Or is he, or are you? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know anything anymore.

The shadow-like figure--you, kneel down in front of him, hands on his shoulders and your features come into view; eyebrows knitted in concern, eyes wide with fear, and mouth agape with worry.

“Love,” You inch closer to him and he backs away in fear, breathing rapid and labored, “Are you okay?” You pull your hands away in response to his skittishness.

He shakes his head, “You’re supposed to be dead,” His voice is quiet and it cracks when he speaks like he hasn’t spoken in months.

“What?”

He just shakes his head and pulls his legs up to his chest, hiding the lower half of his face between his knees, eyes the only thing in vision and his gaze is locked on you--completely unwavering.

“I’m not going to hurt you, my darling,” You put your hand out as an offering and he takes it into consideration, eyeing it like it has the chance to burn him.

“You won’t leave?” Wilbur’s eyes glance to yours for a moment before refocusing back onto your offered hand.

You shake your head, a soft smile donning your lips, “Never,”

He utters a small ‘ok’ and takes your hand and a few moments later he catapults himself into your arms. Heavy sobs ricocheted out of his chest. Your arms wrap tightly around him, and his own arms do the same for you. The two of you sit there in silence, the only noises are of the fan set up in your room or the sound of his cries as you hold him.

“I love you,” His voice is soft, small but he means it. He means it so much more than you could know.

“I love you too, bur,” You place a kiss on his temple, your hand reaching to tangle with his hair, “so, so much,”

He hums in response and another silence blankets the two of you in comfortable warmth, and then you’re the one to break it this time;

“What happened?”

He shrugs, “So much,”

You rest your chin atop his head, one hand playing with his hair and the other rubbing his back, “Wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, “No,” He pauses, gears turning in his head as he mulls over what to say next, “I love you more, by the way,”

A small, joyous laugh escapes your throat, “And I love you most.”

The two of you spend the rest of the evening like that, in each other's arms, muttering reassurances of your love for the other--and eventually, he tells you of all he’s experienced. And you feel horrible, your heart aches for him but you’re happy he’s in your arms now.

And he smiles.

He knows you’re not going anywhere and he knows you love him too, more, and most.

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[py-dreamer]

SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

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[victoria1676]

GENSHIN MASTERLIST:

I was able to make a masterlist but will probably change and edit stuff here XD So mostly my stories here will be only Genshin and Genshin aus along with crossovers with Genshin. Plus there is also Self aware Genshin Imapact a.k.a SAGAU here in my Masterlist UWU

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Genshin love stories:

(not yet)

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MODERN GENSHIN AU:

(not yet)

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BRAINROTS:

Sagau Silent hill (Child reader)

Child reader appearing in the chasm.

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Brainrots about the soft au (feat: @reblogs-of-sagau-content)

Chasm child reader brainrot (feat: @vault-of-reblogs )

SAGAU:

A Child’s Innocence (not made yet)

Soft Au with child reader who appeared in the chasm.

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Summary: In which when Lumine and Paimon traveled into the Chasm they were told some things that had been happening in the Chasm such as monsters seen scaring Treasurer hoarders away with their supplies being taken and a strange small figure running around the Chasm. When both companions met up with Dainsleif again, all three did not expect to see what was in the chasm. Right in front of them was a child who was hugging a sleepy blue creature and the child smiled at them before saying:

"Hello! Why are you disturbing my home?"

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Prologue:

Chapter 1

Tbc...

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Little Sparrow (Platonic! Self Aware Genshin Impact x SBI! Teenager! Fem! Reader)

Soft au but reader is from the DSMP/SBI and they are a teenager.

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Summary: With Diluc's grapes disappearing and then reappearing the next day as it became a regular occurrence that the Ragnvindr had to catch the thief by himself.

When he made a trap to catch the culprit he did not expect to be slapped by a pair of fluffy red feathers that have the same color that resembled his hair.

And was that a distress chirping noise he heard?

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Preview:

Prologue:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Tbc...

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SAGAU FLOWERFELL READER:

Secret Garden

Imposter Au

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Summary: No matter how many times I die I still couldn't erase the pain. Yet whenever I touch these flowers…I knew that my death will come.

So, please…

Let me spend time with you a little longer until I die?

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Prologue:

Chapter 1

TBC...

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SAGAU CROSSOVER DSMP!/SBI! READER:

LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD MY S**T! (Self Aware Genshin Impact X Reader)

An Imposter AU mixed with Villain Au with reader being a minecraft person who is from the Dream smp and one of the members of SBI.

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Summary: The Last thing you remembered was finally putting Dream to jail and then everything went black only to wake up in a world you don’t recognize. trying to find a way home you found yourself in a mob chase that you find irritating and once they are satisfied threatening and killing you who then respawn the in execution made them realize who they almost killed and just as they were about to fall from their knees and beg for forgiveness.

You destroyed their homes in revenge.

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(Preview)

Prologue part 1

Prologue part 2

Interlude (Preview)

Interlude

Prologue part 3

Prologue part 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Tbc…

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A Whole World (Self Aware Genshin Impact X DSMP/SBI reader) (Not Yet)

Soft Au that is based of my main story but reader here is more onto the SBI style and there are mentions of the Dream Smp.

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Summary: This is the soft au of my main story however this is more of an SBI reader since this won't have much of the Dream SMP except there are mentions of it. So, Aether found a strange massive tunnel that led to another cave filled with different monsters he did not recognize, and with one wrong move, he accidentally summoned the Warden only for him to be saved by a Winged Woman who took him to a place that was unknown to him.

Info: Slow burn, comedy, fluff, Violence.

When he was about to thank the woman he was shocked when he realized who saved him.

"I'm sorry Creator?" You raised an eyebrow, "I think you mistake me for another OP god"

"CREATOR!" Aether flinched when he felt a crow land on his head, "PLEASE STEP ON ME!"

"Oh for the love of Mojang…"

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Tbc…

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ONESHOTS OF DSMP/SBI READER:

Reader failing her MLG

Reader flirting with Rubedo

Wilbur’s Lament

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[wibblewubble]

SBI X Spider Hybrid Reader Part Two

Warning: Non-con touching (eg pinning person to wall without permission), Mentally Ill character from trauma, lots of angst, I mean a LOT, hurt/comfort, breakdowns, misunderstanding, fluff, swearing, injured character

Y/N's hair stands up on their arms as they sit in the bed Phil let them stay in until they're well enough to leave, orange eyes flicking towards the bedroom door that's slightly open.

It's one in the morning.

A pair of eyes gleam through the crack, looking curiously back at them. The spider hybrid brings their knees up to their chest, spindly legs raising up to curl over their shoulders, ready to defend against the stranger, feeling frightened. The person chuckles amusedly, before the door slowly creaks open. A young man moves into the room, as silent as a phantom, going and standing at the foot of their bed.

His eyes are fiery red, skin pale like he hasn't seen sun in a while. Fluffy brown hair falls over one of his eyes, covering the bronze framed circle glasses resting on his nose.

A dark brown trenchcoat sweeps down to just above his ankles, and when he starts walking slowly up to Y/N it makes a quiet swishing sound as he walks, along with the tapping of tall laced black boots. Other than the tattered clothes, he looks attractive. Y/N is wary of the male until he starts speaking.

"Hello there, little spider. You must be Tommy's friend."

It feels like their mind melts like ice-cream on a hot day, all caution slipping away. He smiles as their legs lower slowly, eyes shining in the dim light. "How interesting you are, my dear." he continues, sitting down next to them on the bed. Something in the back of Y/N's head screams not to trust him, but the thought is swept away unconsciously.

"My name's Wilbur, I'm Phil's biological son. What's yours?"

His voice is as languid and sweet as fresh honey, sticky and gripping. Wilbur tilts his head, falling silent, waiting for the spider hybrid to answer. Y/N just stares back with cloudy thoughts and a blank expression, unable to talk, unable to comprehend the words spoken.

He sighs.

Quicker than lightning, the male reaches out and grabs their jaw, tilting their head up to look into his unusual eyes. Those eyes flash with annoyance, before crinkling in fake care. "Your name, little spider?" His tone sharpens. Y/N shakes their head, snapping back to reality and quickly replying "Sorry, it's Y/N mister." Wilbur hums as they comply, mouth curling into a smirk.

"Good pet." He says softly, sending shivers up the hybrid's spine.

Y/N squeaks when the male's long, thin fingers curl around their wrist before pinning it against the wall behind them. His gaze shifts into something unusual; how a predator would look tracking its prey and playing with it. His body is suddenly moving, and Y/N's heart starts thumping as Wilbur picks them up without permission and pins the rest of their body against the cool wall. Their eyes grow wide when he laughs softly in a maniacal tone, and he presses uncomfortably close.

"E-Excuse me, I don't like this." The spider hybrid whimpers, shaking when Wilbur ignores them and buries his face into their small neck, making them yelp in fear. "H-Hey! I said sto-" A hand slaps over their mouth to silence them as he takes a deep breath in, shuddering and letting out a soft groan. Y/N stresses, their breathing starting to uneven as the unstable male traps them. "Who knew a little spider could smell so interesting?" Wilbur says with a gravelly undertone, smirking against their skin as they whine fearfully under his fingertips, trying to squirm away.

The door is thrown open hard.

"Get back Wilbur. NOW." Wilbur drops the hybrid to the bed and scrambles off it, genuine fear flashing across his face as Technoblade backs him into the corner of the room, a low snarling rumbling his throat. Y/N watches the pig pin him to the wall menacingly and grab the collar of his trenchcoat, the spider hybrid starting to calm down again. "You're a sick bastard Will," He growls, red eyes glittering with rage as he sticks his face into the others.

"I know your mental state has slipped since Sally, but that is no excuse to go and push yourself on someone, much less a young and vulnerable hybrid. I don't want to see you here for the rest of the week, or until you get a grip on your feelings and sort yourself out, otherwise the voices won't be happy."

Wilbur's pupils appear to be mismatched with panic, his back pressed against the wall. His face is ashen, drawing in gasping breaths as Technoblade stares right into his eyes with a terrifying ferocity. This makes Y/N feel better about him. He had no reason to protect them, yet he's treating them like a little sibling. Their fear of the pig hybrid was fading fast.

"I'll say this only once." Techno snarls. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE. RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN, AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU'RE SORTED OUT."

As soon as his collar is released, Wilbur becomes a blur of frantic movement, tripping over his feet and clutching his head as he bolts out the door, Y/N catching his tortured expression on his way out. There's little sound in the room for a moment, aside from their own fast breathing slowing. The pig warrior rolls his shoulders, letting out a growling sigh before he turns to the small hybrid, his red eyes filling with concern and a surprising softness. Y/N watches as he slowly and hesitantly walks over to them, crouching at the side of the bed, bringing his face to their level. They gaze into his eyes, watching as his snout wrinkles, his crown covered with rubies and gold glimmering in the moonlight filtering in from the curtains.

"...Are you alright Y/N?" His voice is impossibly quiet.

They nod, spindly legs folding; one pair in their lap and the other against their back. Y/N says softly, "Thank you Technoblade. He made me feel really icky. Is he always like that?" He makes a peculiar face and says, "It depends. On some days he's silent and spends his days plucking at his guitar and lying on the grass outside, watching the world go by with this dazed expression. Other times, he's not entirely sane."

The pig hybrid huffs and rubs his face, exhaustion seeping into his features. "Those are the bad days. He constantly mutters to himself, his emotions fire rapidly, he acts creepily towards anyone he interacts with and once or twice Phil's caught him messing with matches and TNT. Phil gets so stressed about him."

Y/N frowns.

"What happened to him? I heard you mention someone called Sally." They hesitantly reach out to put a small hand on Techno's that was tracing shapes into the duvet. His hand freezes, before his fingers curl around theirs, rubbing gently. "She was his partner, a salmon hybrid. They loved each other a lot, but a year ago she disappeared, leaving a note on his pillow. It didn't explain much, only really saying that she wasn't coming back. Wilbur absolutely lost it. He locked himself in his room and screamed and cried for hours. When he finally came out, his eyes had turned crimson and he was wearing that stupid trenchcoat. He wasn't our Wilbur anymore. He wasn't right."

They shiver in fear. "He said he was Phil's biological son. Are you and Tommy adopted?" Techno nods. "Phil found me badly injured while him and Will were walking in the forest. I'd been fighting a horde of creepers and didn't have any potions or food left over. I was twelve, and Wilbur was nine. Three years later, Phil brought home a toddler Tommy whose parents had died from a zombie attack. He doesn't remember them." Y/N yawns, exhausted, and Techno goes to stand up and leave when they hold his hand tighter .He looks down at the hybrid in surprise. "Please stay with me tonight?" They ask, looking down. "I'll feel safer."

He thinks for a while before nodding. "Okay little one. Just give me a second alright?" He pulls away and removes his cape, Y/N watching him fold it neatly and put it against the wall, leaving him in a white button up and billowy black pants. Techno unclips gold jewelry from his hair and arms and places them on the bedside table before carefully taking off his beautiful crown as well. He then kneels and unlaces his tall heeled brown boots. Upon taking them off, Y/N stifles a laugh at his pig feet, caught off guard.

Techno looks up at them, the hint of a smile curling his lip.

The pig hybrid rises and goes to the edge of the bed, saying, "Shove over little one." They do so, and Techno slips into their bed beside them. Y/N finds themself drawn to his warmth, and so they settle against his chest, letting out a pleased sigh. At first, he didn't know where to put his arms, but eventually he ends up resting them protectively over the smaller hybrid. They both fall asleep quickly.

"TECHNO?!"

He wakes with a start, instinctively holding his arms over Y/N as he spins to face the possible attacker, which turns out to be Phil. His father is shocked standing in the doorway, blue eyes falling on the little spider hybrid sleeping soundly beside Techno. "What the fuck are you doing in here mate?" Phil says, gesturing to Y/N.

"Do they know you were sleeping next to them?" Technoblade rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, staying next to Y/N since they're gripping onto the bottom of his shirt. "Of course Y/N knows I'm here. They wanted me to stay after Wilbur got too touchy."

Phil's heart drops. "HE WHAT."

His eldest nods gravely. "Had the little one up against the wall and everything, face in their neck last night. I just happened to be up because of, you know-" He gestures to his head, "-when I heard Y/N's muffled cries in the hallway, so I burst in and had a very good chat with Will. He's not going to be here for a bit.

"Philza pales considerably, and has to lean against the wall, head spinning. "Oh my fucking god, Wilbur..." He whispers, shaking his head. "I didn't realise he was having another episode, otherwise I would have had Tommy stay with Y/N somewhere else." He groans, bringing a hand to his head. "I have no idea how to help him. I think I need help from some friends in high places to find the solution." Technoblade casts him an empathetic glance when suddenly Y/N starts to stir.

He looks down to see them blinking slowly, spider legs stretching out. "Good morning little one," Techno says quietly, giving them a rare smile when the little hybrid looks up and beams at him. "Good morning!" Phil looks between the two and puts on a smile, saying to Techno, "We'll talk later," before walking out the room.

(A week later)

Wilbur stumbles through the snow, shivering like mad, his long and ripped trenchcoat doing nothing to help ease the burning cold. His teeth are chattering, mind scrambled and numb but fixed. It's been a hellish week for him, having fled the house in the middle of the night and in a state of panic bolted for as long as he could, tripping over rocks and smacking into trees until he found a cave to hide in, appropriately blocking it off and filling it with torches.

A week full of crying and thinking, self-loathing and disgust, of anger and paranoia and so, so much screaming, Technoblade's words snapping something in him.

It had been heavily draining. He'd finally woken up out of his insanity at the end of the week, fingers raw and nails broken from clawing at the walls. He'd taken a deep breath and shakily got to his feet, head clear for the first time in a VERY long time, finally breaking through the stone to face the world. Now, he feels numb and half-dead as he shakily takes one step after another, pain flashing through him as the arrow a skeleton shot at him lodged in his hip grazes against bone with every step. Wilbur's face is streaked with dried tears, heavy regret lodged in his stomach like the arrow.

Snowflakes stick to his clothes and hair, melting down his skin like blazing rivers. Finally, he sees the lanterns of his family's house appear through the flakes of snow. He keeps moving, taking one step after the other, the promise of warmth drawing closer and closer.

As he reaches the fence of their land and passes it, Wilbur sees the front door open. Phil steps out, his face full of absolute horror.

"WILL!"

Wilbur stumbles and collapses to his knees, dead tired, and through his blurry vision he sees his dad sprint towards him. In an instant, Wilbur is yanked forwards and held tightly to Phil's chest like he was when he was little as the older man screams for the others to come help. The exhausted male huffs out a pained laugh, limbs heavy and cold as he half lays in the snow. "N-Nice to k-know you sti-il care en-n-nough to hold m-me Phil," he says brokenly, smiling at Phil who brushes some frosted hair away from his face, expression filled with panic. Techno and Tommy rush to the door, their expressions both of stupefied shock at their brother's frozen and tattered form, before they run into the snow and help grab Wilbur, the trio carrying him quickly into the warmth of the house.

Y/N watches from their spot on the armchair where they're curled up with some hot chocolate with shock as their friends (who were starting to seem very close to being family) lay Wilbur's exhausted form on the long couch on the other side of the room; Phil lying on the floor next to his face and yelling out orders to Techno and Tommy as they run out of the room. The spider hybrid looks at Wilbur's barely conscious face, and their heart twists at how frail and damaged he looked compared to the horrible human they encountered before.

Phil startles and has to hold him down as Wilbur suddenly springs up and thrashes, saying with a cracked but excited voice, "I finally fixed myself! Phil, I did it! Now you don't have to worry about me! I won't hurt anyone now!" Tommy runs in with an armful of blankets, and together they hold him down and cover him with the thick fabrics, Y/N reeling with surprise when they hear the freezing male say quickly as he starts to fall unconscious,

"Please, I don't want them to be scared of me. I don't want Y/N to be scared. I feel so, so horrible for, for..."

His voice trails off as he finally succumbs and falls limp on the couch, Tommy and Phil letting out relieved sighs as Techno whirls into the room with Phil's satchel of potions and other supplies. The winged man takes it and instantly sets to work, running through his different potions and choosing the ones he needed. "There's an a-arrow in his leg Phil," Tommy stutters out, eyes wide. Phil pulls the blanket away and winces at the bony arrow poking deep into the flesh of his hip. The winged man works well into the night, carefully removing the arrow and wrapping the leg up, before Phil starts giving him many different splash potions since Wilbur was unconscious and couldn't drink.

Finally, he leans back with a sigh, done. Before he leaves Wilbur alone to rest he takes off his filthy trenchcoat, leaving the skinny male in a loose yellow sweater and long dark brown pants. "He's going to be fine now guys." Phil says, mainly to his sons and not Y/N. "He just needs to sleep. Now, one of us should keep an eye on him tonight in case anything changes. Techn-" "I'll do it." All three look at the spider hybrid curled up in the armchair with surprise and caution. "Y/N, are you sure?" Tommy questions them, and they nod, looking over at his sleeping older brother.

"I don't think he could hurt me, much less anyone in this state. I'll be fine guys."

Reluctantly, the three leave Y/N alone with their injured family member, and the spider hybrid settles in the chair, orange eyes glowing dully as they begin their watch. It's a few hours later before, upon finishing brewing a mug of hot chocolate in the kitchen overlooking the lounge room, that Y/N sees Wilbur's lanky form shift on the couch slightly. They walk over and sit back on their chair, drink in hand, and watch the male slowly bury his hands in his hair, groaning quietly. The spider hybrid cautiously creeps forward and lies on the floor where Phil had sat, brushing back some tangled fluffy hair from his face. Eyes squint and flutter open, and to Y/N's surprise they're the colour of burnt caramel. They're unfocused at first but he adjusts to everything slowly, his face paling as Y/N comes into focus, their orange eyes gleaming in the dim lights.

Wilbur groggily pushes himself up so his head rests on the pillows as his eyes fill with pain and guilt. "I'm not going to ask you to forgive me, Y/N." he says quietly, voice low and coarse with the cold and mistreatment he's put it through. He puts a hand to his head and winces as he feels his hair is matted and oily. The spider hybrid stares at him silently, their face unreadable as they raise the mug of hot chocolate to him. Wilbur shakes his head and whispers, "No thank you, maybe later."

He suddenly puts his hands to his face and inhales shakily, bringing his knees to his chest. "I-I'm so fucking sorry. I haven't been in my right mind for a very long time." His words are laced with emotion, and Y/N sees his eyes spilling with tears when he looks up at them, his face crumpling as his body starts to shake. He lets out a sob as he says, "I never meant to cause you distress. Y-Y-You're so u-undeserving of what I tried to do to you! I can barely remember what I've done, but I know I tried to...fucking disgusting, I'M fucking disgusting!" He buries his head into his knees and starts crying harder, not focusing on Y/N putting down the mug and shuffling closer. Wilbur flinches when they gently put a hand on his shoulder. The broken male hesitantly looks over his arms at them, brown eyes filled with self-loathing. In an extremely surprising act of forgiveness, the spider hybrid leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, before pulling away and whispering,

"It's alright Wilbur. Even though I'll have some habits of flinching away and getting defensive, I know you never meant to hurt me, you're not person you were before. Come here."

Wilbur stares for a moment when the other opens all their pairs of arms, before his face crumples and he gives Y/N a wobbly smile, eyes glistening. He leans forward and they embrace, the male turning his head away from Y/N to not bring back feelings of what he did before, sighing shakily. The spider hybrid feels his lanky form relax slightly, but only for a moment.

"WILBUR."

Tommy's snarl is shockingly loud as he suddenly appears in the doorway and sees his brother hugging his friend. He doesn't realise Wilbur is his regular self, so the skinny teen is already bolting across the room and pulling Y/N away from him, before shoving his older brother into the couch. "GET THE FUCK AWAY, YOU FUCKING CREEP!" Tommy growls harshly, eyes icy and glinting until he realises Wilbur's trembling. It dawns on him when Wilbur hides his face in his hands as he lets out a whimpering sob, curling into the couch and trying to cower away from Tommy. "T-Tommy stop, please! I know I was horrible, but I promise I-I'm better! Please get o-off me! Get off of me..."

The older brother breaks down again as he pushes the teen's hands on him away, crying out loudly when he scrambles off the couch to escape towards the door and lands hard in his injured hip, sending a strong jarring pain through him.

"Wilbur!"

Phil and Techno hurry into the room at the commotion, the bird hybrid going over to his son and lifting him onto the couch again before wrapping him in a hug and pinning him to the furniture. Wilbur yells, lashing out to try and escape, to not be anywhere near his family since they obviously hate him, they hate him he doesn't even need to be there why would they even want him back anyway- "LET ME GO! PLEASE, I'LL LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE NOW, I KNOW YOU HATE ME PLEASE-" Tommy brings a hand to his mouth, realising his bad mistake as Y/N stands up next to him and clicks anxiously. Tommy takes a step forward and reaches to Wilbur.

"Wilby, I'm sorry I said-oh fuck. I-I didn't see-"

"YOU'RE RIGHT THOUGH!" His brother sobs, desperately trying to push Phil away, who starts making soft whistles to try and calm him.

:p

Thanks for reading, there's just one last smaller part of this left, and then the story is done. Don't worry, it's a happy ending. If you like the story, please give me a follow and I'll be sure to post some more things like this, including different profiles on various AU's I want to do at some point.

Once again, thanks for reading, and if you wanna give me some advice don't be afraid to comment 😋

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[blueyescape]

It doesn’t feel like home anymore

July 10 2023 edit: omfg my old dsmp phase practice writing ☠️

January 26th 2024 edit: I might rewrite this deadass

[NAME] = Y/N or Reader

TW/CW: Gun mention, mention of a shooting, blood, violence & Death

How long has it been since that terrible trial? Or that shooting at the store? Was it 6, 12 weeks ago? no one knew anymore nor did they care it was something they would just want to forget, forget more then anything on what happened on that dreadful Saturday.

It was a normal Saturday and like always Tommy and [NAME] went to go get snacks at the local store near their house, it was an every Saturday thing where they would just get candy and Chips from the store with Phil’s permission and techno and Wilbur’s preferences of what they wanted

So like every Saturday they went and got whatever snacks everybody wanted a scream was heard and an old lady fell onto the ground a person in a grey hoodie took off with her purse and of course [NAME] being [NAME] Put their stuff down and urged Tommy to come with them to get the purse back for the old lady, Tommy hesitated but went with them just to keep them safe, what big brother would he be if couldn’t protect his little sibling? He wasn’t able too though, the man pulled out a gun before Tommy could grab them.

It wasn’t a nice sight at all not in the slightest, worried screams, shouts and people calling the police could be heard but Tommy could care less all he heard was his little siblings scared sobs on how their stomach hurts and how they didn’t want to die, there was blood everywhere on his hands, his clothes and the ground it the stench of dread filled his noise and his face held such a mortified expression as his sibling drew their last breath within his arms.

Scream mixed sobs where what people heard and saw as Tommy was being forcefully dragged away from his siblings body by the police while some of them went searching for the perpetrator of the crime, he sat there in the back of a ambulance with his siblings body as he rode to the hospital with strangers, tears streamed down his face as he stared at his hands which were now cleaned but he could never get that image out of his head when they were covered in [NAMES] blood.

It wasn’t until an hour in the hospital waiting room when Phil, Techno and Wilbur showed up after getting a call from the police, they all tried getting answers on what happened from the blonde boy but he wouldn’t speak nor did he even move it was like he was in a trance it wasn’t until a doctor with a sad expression came out of the room [NAME] was “resting” in before breaking the news.

“I’m sorry for your loss, They lost to much blood for us to do anything.”

Everything was silent for a moment before sobs and yells of agony could be heard all over from the hospital that day.

Their funeral was a week after they had died and everything felt so unreal and numbing they were gone and nothing could be done about it Tommy could still vividly remember how it was, how everyone acted it was so terrible he wanted to throw up so badly but couldn’t at the same time, Phil was crying his eyes out even while being comforted by Puffy, Wilbur was holding Tommy so tight that day in fear he might disappear or die like [NAME] did and Techno was just quiet, so so eerily quiet but Tommy had known his older brother long enough to see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he clenched his fists and that was enough to send Tommy into a fit of crying, he couldn’t handle it, it was his fault all of it was his fault he could’ve stopped them he could’ve done something to stop them but in the end he didn’t, couldn’t save them, so he sat there and cried with his two older brothers and father, mourning their little sibling.

Next thing they all knew it was the trial, the police had him they had found the man behind the crime and it was so satisfying seeing the asshole get 25 years in prison, sure Tommy wanted him to get more but this was justice to him and his family and when the court asked the man if he wanted to say anything nobody even imagined his next choice of words “to the father of the child I shot and killed, maybe next time don’t send your dumb children out on there own maybe then they wouldn’t die” To say Tommy had never seen his dad so angry to an extent would be a lie right now, his dad was cursing and screaming, he even tried to fist fight with the dude so the judge had to order both men escorted out no so farther issues would happen. 

It was gloomy after the court trial,

very gloomy Phil wasn’t the same as he was anymore only talking to Tommy and his brothers when they needed help with homework or just making dinner and Tommy knew why, what that man said messed Phil up and he believed it, that it was his fault like Tommy did but it was that man’s fault not there’s!…..Right? Techno and Wilbur also had some changes to them they were much more protective after what happened having to know where he was going, who he was with and trying to be his backbone of support when he would cry and scream about the nightmares he’d have about the shooting. Everything sucked and there was nothing no one could do about it, because once a home becomes broken It doesn’t feel like home anymore.

#hurt/no comfort #mcyt x reader #x reader #gender neutral #angst #Tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #child death #sbi x reader #philza #dsmp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #in a platonic way #no shipping

[ax-y10]

I Overheard (That She Was Nineteen)

Chapter 1 (Next)

Meaning of the song:

A/n: I wrote this at 2am don't blame my sleepy ass brain. I'm going to try to get chapters out as quick as possible for everyone. This isn't the best of my writing, but don't blame my 2am brain.

Chapter info: Mentions of a harsh family (reader), Mentions of yelling, an alcoholic biological father, small detail of a poor biological family, hardly anything to worry about, lowercase intentional

Pronouns: Mainly You/Yours, mentions of They/Them

Playlist:

Masterlist: Series Masterlist:

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you'd gone out for a while with a few of your friends, wanting to get out of your shitty family home for a bit, and catching a ride from one of your friends. little did you know that you would end up at a house in the snow and no way of finding yourself back at home.

you'd always struggled with your family. they never got along with you a and you never got along with them. they would blame you for things you never did and you would disappear for hours without them having a clue where you went. and doing this always meant you getting grounded for weeks on end, the easiest the punishments being used on a seemingly harmless doing. your dad was an alcoholic, always had been, and there was no way of changing his actions. your family was quite poor and you'd never had a problem with bullying, because you picked up work for a friend and gained your own money and bought your own things, so no one ever knew about the insides of your family.

and now you had found a rather tall man, a mop of curly brown hair stuck underneath a red beanie, chocolate brown eyes, a faded yellow sweater and a pair of black jeans. you could only guess he came from the family everyone in town talks about.

the sbi home. no one knew what ever happened there, but what was told, was always positive, leading people to believe they were a caring family. and that's what you thought at the moment.

the man had walked you to your home, dropped you off, and had invited you over to his family home for lunch the next day. but his experience wouldn't go unnoticed by his family at all.

"i overheard that they were nineteen. she's got a fake id and a nose ring," he'd spoke at the dinner table that night, and everyone seemed to agree that you were an absolutely amazing human being.

you'd arrived for lunch the next day, and who you assumed was the father opened the front door, holding his arm out behind him and letting you in. and this was the first glance you got inside the home.

it was fairly nice. the kitchen had an array of white and grey tiling throughout it, the living room had a wonderful beige carpet laid down and the dining room, in which you were currently standing, had a beautiful wooden floor. you couldn't help but relish in the coziness of this home.

over the period of lunch with the family, you'd learnt that the name of the man who had walked you home yesterday was william, or wilbur as he preferred. his younger brother who, on first glance, always wore a baseball tee, and had blonde hair in a similar style to wilbur's, was tommy, or theseus, as the eldest brother, techno, calls him. and techno, to you he was the nicest of the bunch. he had dusty pink hair, braided and perfected by his mother, or father, you didn't really know. he wore a cape and had an assortment of rings placed upon his fingers. techno was much more inviting to you than many of the others were. the fathers name was phil, or philza as his children called him. he had hair similar to techno's, just not as long, and more of a blonde. he wore a green and white striped bucket hat, and had a cape similar to techno's, but green. now you could see where techno got his sense of style from. and their mother, who's name you learnt was kristin from the brothers, wore a large, black hat, with a lace trimming. she wore a stunning black dress that fit her frame perfectly, and she looked like she was crafted from the heavens above. phil was a lucky man.

at the table, they had learnt that your family life was shitty, and was not the best for you. you had expressed this the best you could without getting emotional, only a few tears slipping down your face. the stories of the parents adopting one of tommy's friends, tubbo, or toby, was getting your hopes up far too high. but they'd decided that you would be a nice addition, as you got along really well with them, and had a sort of sibling connection with them already.

you were ecstatic to say the least, and phil had walked home with you to help pack your stuff and bring it back. the extent of your packing were a few necessities such as clothes, toiletries, and a few others. you wanted to leave as much behind as possible, as to not be reminded of such a time with your family, and you knew you would most likely be able to have more stuff there at the sbi home.

you unpacked fairly quickly, and learnt you had to share a room with techno, him having an extra bed and a larger space to fit two people. you were so delighted to find that out, already having the strongest bond with techno at this point in time. and it seemed he was happy as well. you'd already established territories with techno, and you'd brought a folding barrier so you could have privacy when doing stuff on your own.

and later on that night, everyone decided to throw a bit of smoke into the night to welcome you. they learnt more about you and you learnt plenty about them.

wilbur plays the guitar and is a musician at this point in time, tommy has a very close bond with tubbo, and has low blood pressure, and techno is an earlybird, which won't clash with either of your schedules.

and you got let in on a joke.

phil had sex with a samsung refrigerator and had his sons with it. wilbur had sex with a salmon and had a fox son named fundy, who you had yet to meet. and techno had voices who rattled his brain throughout everyday.

and as you fell asleep that night, techno having read his greek mythology book to lull you to sleep, you heard faint yelling, not sure in which tone.

#wilbur soot #dream smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #kristin #canon #not canon #x reader #reader #tubbo #sbi #angst #sbi angst

[a-bag-of-glazer-chips]

I'm looking for a fic and driving myself nuts about it. plz help

It's sbi with reader, completely family stuff, tech phil and wilbur are ghosts, tommy tubbo and reader are runaways (i think?), it's on Tumblr, older than a year, tommy tubbo and reader don't wanna leave bc they are happy there so they commit suicide so they can stay as ghosts

It's v angsty and I need to re-read it

#tw: suicide mention #sbi fanfic #sbi x reader #angst with a happy ending #i really hope i did this right if not then #ask me to tag further #yelling out into the void and hoping here

[average-vibe]

🌻Masterlist🧸

Fluff: 🌻 Angst: 🧸 Wilbur Soot -I’m sorry, Okay? - Wilbur forgets to say hello - 🧸🌻 -Black Out - Wilbur helps reader with a panic attack - 🌻 -Taunt - Friends to lovers - 🌻 -Shirtless - you open up to wilbur - 🌻 -Hidden Messages - you flirting while he’s live - 🌻 -silence - angst with wilbur over rumors - 🧸 -is that my soap? - wilbur uses your soap - 🌻 -Yes, dear? - dad!bur fluff - 🌻 -It’ll Be Okay - Periods with wilbur - 🌻 -Oh, Hello. - you surprise wilbur on tour - 🌻 -Those eyes - he’s falling -🌻 -that’s childish, mate. - wilbur confronts you - 🌻 -Tattered Photographs - comfort after you’re gone - 🧸 Series -No one needs to know - sisterinnit x wilbur - 🌻 - part 1 - part 2 -Fame Hurts - wilbur angst - 🧸 -part 1 - part 2 Tommyinnit -Are You Well? - Tommy is a bit loud, but it’s okay - 🌻 -You First - Friends to lovers w tommy 🌻 SBI - Sleeping on them - what would they do if you slept - 🌻 Other shit -nice to meet you! Have an amazing day :)

#masterlist #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot #qsmp wilbur #wilbur mcyt #wilbur fanart #dsmp #dsmp x you #dsmp fic #tommyimnit #tommyinnit fluff #tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #dream smp #sbi x reader #sbi #sbi fanfic #technoblade

[lonely-lost-soul]

Dream Smp Masterlist

Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:

☁-Angst

❆-Fluff

⚘ -Smut

~~~

Technoblade x Reader:

Under the FloorBoards: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII,  Pt. VIII, Pt. VX, Pt. X, Pt. XI, Pt. XII, Pt. XII ☁❆

Lost One's Weeping: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two ❆☁

Beauty and the Beast: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4: final, epilogue ❆⚘

Phantom of the Opera AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Final ⚘❆☁

Withered ☁

Where Loyalties Lie ☁

I’m Not Soft ❆

Let Me Worship You ❆

Fight For Me ❆

Royal ❆

Blood for the Blood God ❆ ☁

Shut Up and Drive ❆

Written In the Stars ❆

Forgive me father for I have sinned ⚘

Don’t mess with the boss’s wife ❆

Wilbur Soot x Reader:

First Lady of the Court: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III ❆☁

Philza Minecraft x Reader:

Of Immortality and Nymphs: pt. II, Pt. III ❆

Karlnapity x Reader:

Time Travel is A Tricky Business ❆

Fundy x Reader

Little Fox ❆

Platonic Ranboo x Reader:

Slumber Party ❆

Platonic Tommyinit x reader:

Tis' But A Flesh Wound ❆

Since I've Been Gone ❆

C!Jschlatt x Reader:

Poff Poff (Platonic) ❆

Daddy's Little Girl (DadSchlatt au) Pt. II, Pt. III ☁

The Women Who Loved a Monster☁

Family SBI x Reader:

Little Hope ❆

Dream Smp Headcanons:

Them simping for you ❆

How they Kiss ❆

Them Leaving Marks on you⚘

A Pirates Life for Me ❆

Woes of an Immortal (3k Special) ❆⚘☁

#minecraft x reader #minecraft youtubers x reader #minecraft fanfiction #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dreamsmp x you #fanfiction #technoblade x reader #fanfic #technoblade x you #mcyt masterlist #dreamsmp masterlist #techno x y/n #techno x reader #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp imagines #x reader #masterlist #writing masterlist #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #philza drabble #philza imagine #philza x reader #phil x reader #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #platonic mcyt x reader

[sardonic-the-writer]

───── ❝ if i die, im taking this country down with me ❞ ─────

dsmp/mcyt drabbles:

a foolish harmony | cc!quackity x reader | platonic fluff drabble

an asshole of a simp | cc!schlatt x reader | fluff drabble

fuzzy | c!tommy x reader | platonic fluff drabble

business man | cc!schlatt x reader | fluff drabble

take a shower | cc!quackity x reader | comfort drabble

first love | c!eret x reader | angst fic

the forge | osmp!schlatt x reader | one shot

arachnaphobia | osmp!schlatt x reader | headcanons

the flood | cc!quackity x reader | angst one shot

business man | cc!tommyinnit x reader | one shot

the great potato war | c!technoblade x reader | one shot

too far | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

reading glasses | cc!schlatt x reader | fluffy one shot

the red festival | various x reader | fic

vocal stims | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

cat thief | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

amsterdam | cc!tommyinnit x reader | one shot

failed recipie | cc!quackity x reader | valentines day event fic

valentines day with the sbi | c!sbi x reader | event headcanons

just for one day | cc!schlatt x reader | valentines one shot

tomfuckery | osmp!schlatt x reader | headcanons

the worst pirates ever | various x reader | headcanons

schlottzskys | various x reader | headcanons

a manhunt? | various x reader | headcanons

tangled up | philza x reader | headcanons

the undead and unlikely friends | various x reader | au headcanons

social media fic | tommy x reader

owning a flower shop and charlie slimecicle trying to impress you would include | cc!charlie x reader | headcanons

living on the osmp would include | various x reader | headcanons

keep playing please | cc!tommy x reader | drabble/rewrite

befriending quackity would include | c!quackity x reader | headcanons

working at the sorry boys trampoline park would include | sorry boys x reader | headcanons

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ ❐

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #masterlist #drabbles #one shots

[mysticalsoot]

he said he'd cure your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will)

A/N: this one didn't end as sad as I intended. this was supposed to be entirely angst but I got distracted. i also can't stand to villianize Wilbur for too long before wanting to cry so yeah. it's not entirely angst, but still majorly angsty! if anyone wants a seperate one to continue this vers or the other, just lmk! I will happily write it.

TW// cheating mentions, swearing, mild manipulation, Wilbur is an asshole and honestly you shouldn't forgive someone who cheats BUT this is fiction and I am a sucker for Wilbur so that's a fault of me, mostly entirely angst, bittersweet ending, heights ummm I think that's it??

Words: 2.7k

Pairings: Cc!Wilbur x Reader

Pronouns: not mentioned, a few uses of y/n

Inspired by;  The Smiths – This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Fluff version here

masterlist

"Wilbur," You begin, voice trembling and caked in uncertainty, "Don't go. You can't."

"Why can't I? I have free will," Wilbur's tone is sharp like claws that slowly pick at the flesh around your heart, begging to rip it from your chest. And you're sure it will. His arms are flayed out, stretched out on either side of him. The same way they always are when he's angry. "Who's to stop me from leaving your pathetic excuse of a person?"

"You don't mean that.." Your voice gives out at the end, and you back up from him and into the wall. You want to run.

You want to scream.

You want to call him names.

Yell at him the way he's been doing to you.

Threaten him in the same ways, only worse and more tortuous than he could ever come up with.

But he's right.

You're pathetic, and so you curl up inside yourself, you freeze, and you die inside. You're rotting from the outside in. You're rotting, and isn't it his fault?

"I mean every word." His words come out slowly, it's calculated, the way he says it. It's like he really does mean to hurt you, that every word is a swing of the sword he's wielded for months. Slowly getting duller as each swing cuts deeper.

First, it was the distance; he stopped being as affectionate in public or at home. He no longer asked for it either, he just let you initiate it as if it was a chore he'd rather forget about for months on end. But you let it go, he was probably just tired!

And then it was the phone calls; his phone would ring and he would leave the room. He always said it was "work" stuff, but you knew the people he worked with and you were even friends with his manager, let alone his bandmates. But you let that slide too. Who knows, maybe it was a secret project! It's not that concerning..

The last straw was your friends. They were his as well, but they were just as much yours as they were his.

They were the ones that caught him. Up until this point you had been willingly oblivious, always pushing the gut feelings and the second thoughts as far away from you as possible and burying them six feet in the ground.

Wilbur was out during the day, he had gone to the beach that day (although he told you he went to the studio), to meet up with them. James was walking past the boardwalk that afternoon and he saw the tall man over by the water, out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was odd given the fact that Wil almost never went to the beach without you. So, he moved to a closer spot and hid far enough away that he wouldn't be noticed by his friend but close enough he could still see. It was deceptive and over the top, yes, but James was always one for theatrics.

He watched as Wilbur had gotten closer to the person he was with, holding their face the same way he watched him hold yours. He smiled at them the same way he smiled at you. But this person, they were the complete opposite of you and it made James' blood boil. He knew that you had no knowledge of this person because if you had known, he would have known. And he was in the dark, so you must be too.

And unfortunately, he was right. He went to the others first, the band, Alex, Tommy, Niki.. He covered all the bases for your closest friends and gathered them all together for dinner and game night at his place. And so, James told them everything, everything he saw or heard; the fact you probably didn't know.

They hatched a plan that night, after discussing all of the details, and their own suspicions. The plan was simple, they would stage an intervention. When worded like that, it sounds as if they pushed you into it. They didn't, the words they used were this; we found something out and we think you should know, but we have to tell you in person; and don't bring Wilbur.

It caught you off guard for sure and it filled your body with buzzing worry and nausea. But it subsided when you had gotten to the agreed apartment (Niki's), only to build again when you saw the expressions on their faces. Ones of grief, guilt, and pain.

They told you everything.

And then you went home (after plenty of comforting until you were semi-stable again), and you told Wilbur. You knew. There was no getting past you anymore. The secret was out.

And now you're here. He's making it out to be your fault and you so desperately want to believe it's not, but his arguments are more compelling and convincing than you thought.

"You, Y/N, have always been a nuisance. You're clingy, and possessive, you talk too much and you never know when to stop. It's always Wilbur this and Wilbur that. You never give me a break. You're overbearing, you're controlling. And I hate every fucking bit of your shit existence!" It hurts so bad to hear every word he says and know that he means it. The ache in your chest feels like a throbbing and if you didn't know better you would've assumed your heart had been ripped out and shredded over and over and over again, the hole in your chest then gushing blood from the half-assed job of heart surgery. All done by the sharpness of Wilbur's words.

God, you wished this was just a dream.

"If I'm such a nuisance, why have you stayed?" You ask, tears burning the skin of your red cheeks. The bags under your eyes are more prominent now than ever, it's the exhaustion from life combined with the stress of...this.

"Because I pitied you," He pauses, eyes narrowing before stepping forward, closer to you, "I never loved you."

You wish this was a dream, it has to be. He's not this cruel, it can't be him.

"What about the promises you made? Did those mean nothing to you?" You're begging him to spare your heart now, to not rip into it in the same way he ripped it from your chest. Your tone simply begs; please spare me, Wilbur, please.

"I never meant a word." He’s stern in the way he speaks, sure to lace his words with venomous hatred. "How do you not understand? I don't like you, nobody likes you. You are nothing to me." The words slice right through you, clean and quick which doesn't help the pain of his words any. It merely worsens it, how can someone who's told you he loves you, be so cruel? What did you do to deserve this?

"How can you not understand how your actions affect people, huh? What? Did you skip basic etiquette in school? Or are you just that much of an asshole?" You spit back, your anger now overruling any anxiety you hold in your body, the grief is now anger, and its an out of control flame.

“Well, I'm fucking sorry for trying to spare your emotions!"

"Oh wow, you care so much about me. Fuck you, William." He's stepped back and you can tell he's eyeing the door, planning his escape from the burning words that leave your lips. "You, are a poor excuse for a man..and a friend."

"If you can't take what you dish, leave." You let all emotion drain from your voice, and you stand tall. His mouth opens, anticipating to speak but nothing happens. He simply groans and walks out the front door.

And then he's gone.

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You had spent the next year wishing you would eventually wake from the nightmare you lived. It never happened, you split off from Wilbur and hadn't heard from him since. And to help, you moved away from Brighton to London, and made sure to avoid any of his band's gigs. You still kept in contact with your friends, they always checked in and they would visit whenever they were in town. James stayed the closest, it seemed he had the most sympathy for you. They all did, but his extended further than the rest. You couldn't understand why.

He would stay at yours for a few days at a time, instead of the hour visits the rest would do. You enjoyed his company, and his kindness never failed to make you smile. It was nice to know someone had your back, even if your life prior to your move became so turbulent.

You never found out who the other person was, you didn't really care either. I mean for the most part you were perfectly okay with just not knowing, but you are human so a part of you was just a little bit curious. But you didn't waste your time looking, you simply let the theories run wild in your mind, never seeking the truth. It spared your heart, never looking.

You had run through the possibilities of how you could find out, but you really did not expect to find out when you went back to Brighton to visit family. You didn't want to go back by any means, it hurt too much, made your chest ache where his words had clawed out the flesh and your heart in one go. But you went, it hurt, but you went.

You were window shopping for the day, passing by the shops near the beach, and then you saw the spot James told you he found them. It was by the old tattered pier, by one of the poles.

You stopped there, and stared. It wasn't the most polite, sure, but you couldn't help yourself. Who cared if you clogged walking traffic for a moment or two?

You wondered what she had that you didn't, was it her looks? Was she smarter than you? Did she annoy him less, pay more attention to him? You couldn't quite figure it out, all you knew was thinking of the two of them shamelessly gush over each other in public, turned your stomach round and round like a carousel. You wanted to puke.

This is what hell is, isn't it? Your own mind torturing yourself with what ifs and ideas of what could have been. Or what you did wrong.

You went to walk away, move on with your life yet again, and you did but you quickly ran into another person.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going.” The words slur together into a single string of sound, and you quickly walk past them and down the sidewalk before even catching a glimpse of them.

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Unfortunately that isn't the last you saw of Wilbur and his new partner. This time there was a more personal interaction. Tommy had invited you out for a vlog he was filming, you hadn't been a guest in his vlogs lately and he “missed your humor”. What he forgot to mention was that Wilbur was invited too, although Tommy apologized profusely and told you he forgot he even asked his brother in the first place. You didn't mind it much, I mean it wasn't like you would get up and leave Tommy's vlog over something as petty as being around your ex. Even despite how shitty Wilbur was in the end.

For the most part you were able to avoid the man quite well. He was an hour late to Phil's place before leaving. Thankfully Phil let you take shotgun and once you four arrived at the agreed theme park you could easily hide away next to Phil as the two boys annoyed the shit out of each other. Tommy humming an able sisters song was involved. He got hit in the head. Phil did a lot of scolding during the drive.

Your plan worked out decently until it came down to the last ride, Tommy begged you to ride it with him and Wilbur-- he knew you had gone on it before and that you didn't find it very scary so you riding it with a terrified Wilbur seemed pretty comedic to Tom. You sitting there with a blank face while Wilbur and Tommy most likely screamed their heads off did seem quite entertaining to the kid.

You went in line first, ahead of the boys. Phil stayed behind holding everyones stuff that they couldn't take with them but Tommy managed to keep his camera to film. He was going between you and Wilbur and sticking it in either of you guys’ faces, trying to get the funny angles he loved to throw in.

“Tommy, what is it with you and putting cameras in your friends’ faces?” You cross your arms, a mischievous smile paintined on your features. The line ahead is a good amount of people long so you had plenty of time to goof around.

“It's funny!” Tommy lets out his usual wheeze like laugh and puts his camera away for now.

“You just like annoying us,” Wilbur adds, playfully rolling his eyes while he, himself smiles.

“Maybe!” Tommy stretches out the word and scoots to stand in front of you in the line, the people in front of you still not yet moving.

It took a good twenty minutes before the three of you were able to finally get through the line and into the ride, and once you did, you could see the anxiety fill both Tommy and Wilbur simply by how their faces went pale.

“You two okay?” Your gaze switches from Wilbur to Tommy and back to Tommy again.

“I’m fine.” Wilbur states, his voice wavering in an unsure manner you hadn't heard from him in ages.

“Tommy?”

“Also okay! As fine as ever!” Tommy’s back stiffens and he pulls out his camera to take some shots before the ride starts.

He doesn't get more than a few words in before the coaster car speeds up the incline ahead.

Both boys nervously laugh just before coaster speeds down, and they scream. You simply laugh in amusement as their faces churn into a fearful expression.

The pattern repeats throughout the rest of the ride, Wilbur and Tommy laughing and then screaming while you watch the two lose their minds. The boys' screams would get louder and more terrified whenever a twist would go upside down, or when the incline went straight down.

"Soo, how was it boys?" You tease the two of them, nudging both of them in the sides.

Wilbur's eyes go wide and he looks down to meet your eyes, "I never feared heights more." He earns a laugh from you and something twists in his gut, it's not a bad feeling, but he can't pinpoint what feeling it is.

You look to Tommy, "I can't believe this was my idea." A shiver runs down his spine and he shakes, and then runs to Phil the moment he comes into view. There Phil stands, bags and cameras, water bottles and candy in hand, holding his kids' stuff in true dad fashion.

Phil then hands out everyone's stuff to each respective person and he too asks how it was.

"Meh." is your answer.

"Terrifying." is Wilbur's answer.

"I've never regretted something more." is Tommy's answer.

Phil just laughs at everyone's answer, patting his son's on the back, before ruffling up your hair. His signs of affection.

"Hey, Wilbur- Y/n?" Phil's voice breaks his string of laughter, his smile still evident.

You both hum in response, both looking to him like little kids awaiting instructions.

"Can you two go take this extra stuff to the car while Tommy and I get stuff set up for the arcade?" The request is simple, and he doesn't mean any harm. But both you and Wil are anxious about this, surely silence will fill the air when the two of you are alone, but there's a voice in the back of your head that says it won't be as quiet.

Yet, the two of you agree and various bags and candy is stuffed in you guys' arms. Phil hands the keys to you, and Wilbur whines to him about how he's the most responsible one but Phil just laughs and shrugs it off.

You're a few feet away from the other two, "So, how's your year been?" Your question shatters the silence like a glass plate on concrete. It's abrupt, and it spooks Wilbur for a moment.

"Kinda shit, I guess." He shrugs and his voice is low and unsure and his eyes are fixated on the stone pathway beneath you.

"How's that girlfriend of yours?" You spare a glance back at him, since he's fallen behind you a bit. He sucks in a breath, body tensing.

"I'm not with her anymore." Wilbur's eyes gaze downwards, refusing to look at you. A part of you is sad for him, but another part of you is..happy? The feelings and thoughts are confusing, the conflicting ideas being entirely new to you.

"Oh." You don't say much more, instead you just let the silence take over for the rest of the walk.

It's only a few minutes before you're scrambling to unlock the car, and you haphazardly open the trunk, doing your best to not drop anything while you open it with your left hand.

"I'm sorry." Wilbur mumbles to you as he puts the last bag he was holding in the trunk.

"You are?" You ask, leaning up against the back of the car after you shut it closed. Your head tilts to the side as you look at him and you cross your arms over your chest. He doesn't look to you.

"Yeah," He nods, and then he swallows nervously.

"What you did wasn't right. You should've communicated with me, Wil." You stand up straight, arms falling to either side of you and you take a couple steps towards him.

He doesn't look up, "Man, do I know that."

You reach up to hold his face, to bring his gaze to meet yours. "You should have told me what was wrong, whatever was wrong. You still haven't told me."

"There was..a lot. I don't think you'd want to hear it all right now. In a fucking theme park parking lot at that." A small laugh leaves his chest and you smile slightly at the action.

"Maybe not today, but someday?"

"Yeah, yeah, someday."

The two of you leave it at that, and head back to meet Phil and Tommy. The four of you spend the rest of your day without cameras or arguments, you simply hang out and eat stupid amounts of candy and play every game in the arcade with the only goal of beating the high scores until you started to get tired. You were sitting at a nearby table, next to Wilbur with your head against his shoulder.

"Could we ever make up?" He cautiously lets an arm rest over your shoulders, you graciously take the touch, reaching your left hand up to intertwine your fingers with his.

"Maybe." You yawn, "Just maybe."

So you nuzzle further into him, and he sighs. He's happy, you're happy, even if the day was bittersweet, there's still hope.

He wasn't a bad person, just a person who did a really shit thing.

tags; @at0micc0la (since you reblogged the first vers lmao)

#wilbur soot x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #phil tommy and wilbur are related #im a sucker for sbi ok #angst angst angsty angst #merrily merrily we cry

[sanderchu]

Hii, can I request a Tommy x fem!reader where she’s recently passed away due to cancer or something and tommy dealing with her death. Maybe the techno part in the tribute to DSMP video was dedicated to her and he talks about It on stream and chat comforts him <3 she/her pronouns. Only if your comfortable with it

In our hearts 

Reader: fem!reader

[writing] or hcs 

Type: angst 

Warnings: mentions of readers death 

Tommy placed two blocks in minecraft as Wilbur and Phil accompanied him in the call and game. Tommy was streaming that day and 2/4 sbi boys decided to join in. “I need more gold,'' Tommy says as Phil runs away to fetch more gold. Tommy didn't look well, his face looked like the verge of crying and wilbur down. Philza was trying his best to comfort them and himself at the same time. Phil came back with the gold and gave it to tommy. Tommy kept working on his build as Phil and Wilbur chatted to him. 

Lets see, now where were you in the picture? Sadly dead. A few days before the stream you got into a terrible accident, having Tommy be the first one to know. His screams and pleas were the last thing you heard before everything turned to black and you woke up. But not on earth. Everything happened so fast you didn't even have time to say goodbye. Soon after everyone heard about the news, your fans and other members of the smp flooded social media with all their prayers and comments for you. 

“We love you y/n…” Tommy said as he backed up from the building to reveal a monument just for you. Phil and Tommy stood by his side as Tommy can be seen in his camera crying. Will and Phil immediately started to comfort him. His chat was filled with comfort and ‘o7’s’ for you. “Fly high y/n…i love you..” tommy said before turning off his camera and once he got ahold of himself he soon ended the stream.

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[victoria1676]

To all people who used to be or still a DREAM SMP FAN OR MCYT FAN I HAVE HUGE ANGST BRAINROT OR IDEA I MIGHT MAKE IN THE FUTURE!!

TELL ME

IMAGINE SAGAU DSMP READER

THE SAME READER FROM MY 'LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD MY S**T!' SERIES EXCEPT NO IMPOSTER OR VILLAIN AU

BUT A SOFT AU OF SAGAU

WITH DSMP READER IS NOT FROM THE DREAM SMP BUT

FROM FROM THE

SBI AU

PASSERINE!

FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ PASSERINE EASE READ IT!

HERE'S THE LINK TO IT OR LIKE JUST SEARCH IT IN AO3:

AND THIS IS THE VIDEOS I WATCHED:

https://youtu.be/4mrhAAAkDVc

https://youtu.be/GQDu8JIhMcg

THIS BREAKS MY HEART AGAIN WHEN I USED TO READ IT 3 OR 2 YEARS AGO AND DO NOT WATCH VIDEOS UNTIL YOU READ THE FANFIC! I BEG OF YOU THE VIDEOS ARE A HUGE SPOILER OF THE FANFIC.

LEGIT I WATCHED THIS AND STARTES CRYING IN A MIDDLE OF DOING A PT OF MY WORK WHEN I SAW THIS TAT

SPOILERS DOWN HERE OF PASSERINE FANFIC BEING MENTIONED

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THE MOMENT YOU CLICK "KEEP READING" YOU ARE SPOILED

CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS WAS AFTER THE WAR AND READER WAS STILL IN PAIN OF TOMMYS DEATH THAT SHE COULDN'T MOVE ON SO WHEN SHE ARRIVED IN TEYVAT AND PEOPLE WERE ABOUT TO CELEBRATE THEIR GOD'S RETURN THEY JUST FROZE SEEING THEIR GOD WHO IS A MORTAL YET IS STILL TIRED AND IN PAIN FROM THE WAR THAT HAPPENED IN HER KINGDOM.

I CAN JUST IMAGINE IT TOOK A YEAR FOR HER TO FINALLY REVEAL WHY SHE CAME LOOKING LIKE THAT IN TEYVAT. I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE HOW MANY TIMES SHE WOKE UP CRYING AND BLAMING HERSELF FOR NOT SAVING TOMMY AND ALSO TRYING SO HARD TO MOVE ON FROM TOMMY'S DEATH THAT TRAUMATIZED HER SOUL TAT

THE AMOUNT OF COMFORT SHE GETS FROM HER ACOLYTES AS SHE THEN MADE TEYVAT HER KINGDOM BUT ALSO THANKING THE PEOPLE FOR TAKING CARE OF HER.

YEARS PASS SHE SUDDENLY HAS A CHILD AND THE CHILD'S PARENT CAN BE ANYONE AS READER SAT THE SIDE OF TOMMY'S GRAVE SINGING WITH WIBLUR SITTING BEHIND TOMMY'S GRAVE AND FINALLY TECHNO PLAYING THE VIOLIN AS THREE OF THEM SMILE NOT KNOWING A SILHOUETTE OF TOMMY IS BEHIND THEM SMILING.

#genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin angst #genshin sagau #self aware au #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin self aware au #genshin au #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x dream smp crossover #genshin impact au #genshin x dsmp #genshin impact x DSMP crossover #genshin impact x dsmp #genshin x SBI #Genshin x DSMP Reader #sagau x dsmp #sagau x reader #sagau dsmp reader #SAGAU PASSERINE #GENSHIN IMPACT PASSERINE AU #Youtube #genshin impact cult au

[amyelevenn]

Christmas

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you stumble upon the minecraft household a few days before Christmas rather hurt.

WARNINGS; graphic description of blood and injury, light angst

A/N; one of my faves i've written <33 hope you enjoy as always

1.9k words - M.LIST

Running was never a fun task. Whether it was in a race or from a deadly pursuer, it was never something you seemed to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart… I mean, who could blame you?

But to you, running was especially invigorating when it was away from mobs. It always terrified you that they were out for your blood, and didn’t help when you had the occasional arrow whiz past your ear, 9/10 times nicking the skin. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality would’ve only been hours. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did, well, you be dead in a multitude of seconds. Considering you seemed to have journeyed right into mob-central, you couldn’t see a future where you did stop and made it out alive.

It also didn’t help that your ankle was gradually bleeding out from a creeper blast you gained less than an hour into your journey. With that same explosion, your pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which really fucking sucks. You also had a black eye, but that hadn’t swollen up yet, so you paid it no mind.

Many – way too many – mobs were on your tail, and it didn’t help that you were running right into a snowy forest. The trees seemed to cop most of the snowfall, but the foliage didn’t collect all of the white powder that piled up to your shins.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for your skull. You shuddered at the thought of it piercing through your bones, but kept up your unsteady pace. Weaving in and out of the trees proved much harder in the snow, but you were determined to not die in the middle of nowhere.

Almost as if right on que, light flooded your vision. Not just any light, but that of a torch; a beautiful sign of life. Human life. And you knew that human life could equal help.

Or death.

You felt your adrenaline peak, using what strength you had left to get to the light. It didn’t take long to be surrounded by trees lit by the small fires, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one you didn’t hesitate to follow. Within mere paces, the sounds of your chasers dispersing met your ears, clearly not appealed at your sudden escape.

As the groans of displeasure quietened around you, you noticed yourself slowing down. You willed yourself forward, hyperaware of the fact that if you stopped here, you would more than likely die of hypothermia.

The snow was much thinner on the man-made path, which made it so much easier to run through. You were more than grateful for whomever carved the way, hopping that they would be showered in their greatest desires. It sounded a bit extreme, but your emotions were working overtime, so who cared for an extra bit of gratitude?

You became aware of the torches thinning out ahead of you, but soon realised that was because the forest ended here. Not long after, you were in the middle of a clearing, the moon now being your only source of light. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what little energy you had left, you trudged through the snow and to the cottage. The outside had a few lanterns at the base of the stairs leading to the patio, but the main source of illumination were from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out faint voices echoing around the house.

Your ankle was starting to ache, the adrenaline wearing off, agony deciding to take its place.

You had made it halfway from where the forest line had broken and where the building was placed, when you sensed that you weren’t alone any longer. And by sensed, you meant the fact that an arrow was sent flying mere millimetres past your arm. You had gotten lucky for now, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did in your case.

Just make it to the house, you thought.

But alas, you never would. That is, at least, not on your own.

Turning back for just a second, you got a glimpse of who was attempting to take your head; two skeletons and a creeper.

With the throbbing of your foot (and your eye beginning to swell shut), you were now much slower than before. There wasn’t much you could do, but turn and fight. Although, that wasn’t the smartest option either, considering you didn’t have a shield and the only weapon you had on hand was an iron sword. It would have to do.

Taking a few quick deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm your pounding heartbeat, you turned to face the oncoming threats. The first arrow was easy enough to dodge, the second being the same. The third however, not so much. The tip managed to lodge itself in your thigh, and it went in deep. An involuntary yelp escaped your lips, loud enough to gain some attention.

With the arrow head still in your leg, you swung your sword at the closest skeleton, slightly proud of yourself as you watched it turn to dust at your feet. But your victory was short lived, the all too familiar hiss of a creeper way to close for comfort. Before you had time to register what was happening, you were being thrown away from your position, landing hard on your back.

Hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs, leaving you spluttering and gasping. Hard enough to easily give you a concussion. Hard enough for something in your shoulder to crack, most likely a broken bone. Hard enough to somehow make you cough up blood, something you should be much more concerned about.

But you weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, the pain and agony being too fresh to be able to focus on anything else. A harsh wave of anguish washed over you from head to toe, sending unpleasant shivers over your whole body.

You couldn’t move, either. With the blood dripping from the arrow head in your thigh, your mangled ankle, swollen black eye, heaving chest, pounding headache, and what feels like a broken shoulder, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and keep going.

At least this wouldn’t be the worst way to die. The snow falling from the sky blended in nicely with the stars, a wonderful blur of white. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

What you didn’t hear was multiple pairs of feet shuffling to your side, carrying you into the warmth of the fire lit in the cabin you had come so close to making it too.

Calloused hands lay you down on a pillow next to the raging flame whilst another pair scanned you for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Six major injuries was what the counted, with heaps more smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still alive was a miracle to them.

The same calloused hands began to work away at the wounds, trying their best to keep the blood in and keep the pain out, which proved to be a very difficult task. In the end there were two people helping you out, the other two either to stubborn or plainly told to stay away.

After multiple strenuous hours of stitching, cleaning, mending and bandaging, they deemed you fit enough to be left by the comfort of the fire. Despite how shallow your breathing was, they were just happy that your chest was moving up and down at all. Whoever it was that had taken you in prayed that what they did was enough to keep you alive for now.

One stayed on the couch near you, the remaining three scurrying off to their rooms to retreat for the night.

Considering it was around midnight when you had been found, it wasn’t much of a surprise when day broke not long after the stranger sat with you had finally clasped an inkling of sleep. Although it was much to their dismay, they brushed it off to start the households usual daily routine, as if there wasn’t a broken soul curled in on themselves by the fire.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Meal after meal passed, yet you didn’t seem keen on waking any time soon. Your rescuers were worried for your health, despite the steady healing of your many war wounds. You seem to look a bit thinner than you originally had, but that could’ve been the mindless delusion.

Dusk of the third day, you stirred. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the quartet to catch it in their peripheral vision. They had been in the middle of their feed, chatting about their day when your arm curled further around your body, almost as if you were trying to hug – comfort – yourself. They each sent each other a knowing look – that it was time to wake you up. Or at least try.

The same pair of scarred and calloused hands from earlier were the ones to shake your good shoulder gently, attempting to awaken you from your slumber. They rolled you over, so you were lying on your back.

A tired yawn emitted quietly from your lips, your eyes struggling to open. The first thing you felt was a weary euphoria, the type you would feel after waking up from a much needed midday nap. However short lived the warmth is, you bask in the intoxication as it slips through your fingers and moulds into agony.

Opening your eyes, you groan as your whole body floods with aches and pains. It takes a second to soak in your surroundings, and the four strangers awkwardly sitting by you. You don’t recognise one thing nearby and come rather quickly to the conclusion that this isn’t somewhere you had been before.

Maybe it was a dream, and you were really dead. Honestly, a win for everyone.

“Hey mate, how ya doin’?” the man in front of you pipes up, a kind smile wrinkling his older features. You notice that your hearing is completely gone in one ear and fuzzy in the other, but you can’t think of as to why that is. You don’t respond, unable to find your voice. “Oh-… er, do- do you speak English?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

You make no move to reply, staring at him blankly. Everything stays still and quiet for a moment, when another, taller man moves his hands. He is gazing down at you from where he is standing by a couch, appearing to be… signing to you. He falters for a second, muttering to himself and correcting his movements. He stops, looking at you expectantly.

You had learnt basic sign language when you were younger, but you couldn’t remember where or who from. Lifting your hand instinctively to reply, you wince at the stabbing pain electrifying your shoulder.

“Tommy, grab the med kit,” you hear a new voice instruct, but focus more on the fatigue now bubbling in your stomach.

What a fun way to wake up.

#sbi fanfic #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sbi x reader #reader insert #oneshot #drabble #fluff #gender neutral #ameswrites #near death experience

[glowstick-cafe]

♡Main masterlist♡

Hello, I'm Glow, and welcome to my masterlist. Here is where you'll find the fandoms I write for. If there is a fandom you think I should write for, then send in an ask.

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Haikyuu

My Hero Academia

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♡Old mcyt fics♡

Fight me|| Technoblade x gn!reader

A Dance with Death|| Technoblade x Grim Reaper!reader

Missing Halloween||c!Tommy x child!reader

Poisonous Touch||Quackity x Assassin!reader

Abandoned||SBI x hybrid!reader

Die for you||SBI x reader

Play Pretend||Karlnapity angst

#arcane x reader #aib x reader #alice in boderland x reader #blue lock x reader #haikyuu xreader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Alis Volat Propriis (He Flies by His Own Wings)

by The_Plant_Messiah

Tommy always wondered what Theseus looked like to others. Clad in black and crimson. Tall and looming. The gleam of blue, hateful eyes.

At least that’s what the wattpad fanfic had said.

That was another story for another time. Tubbo had taken a liking to reading aloud Theseus x Reader fics at 3 am without a warning.

Shaking his head of thoughts he zoned in on the task at hand. This would be simple.

He launched himself towards the dude with the pipe and interlaced his fingers through his hair and yanked back.

Words: 1649, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: DSMP - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, Sally the Salmon (Dream SMP), Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Sam | Awesamdude, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Captain Puffy (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Phil Watson | Philza/Phil Watson | Philza's Chat, SBI - Relationship, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Wingfic, Bird Hybrid Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Bird Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Wilbur Soot, piglin hybrid Sally the Salmon, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Supervillains, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Torture, Bench trio, Sleepy Bois Inc Week | SBI Week 2022, tommy is ace cuz I said so, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Wilbur Soot, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Dream is loosing his mind, poor Drista, broke bench trio, Villains, SBI are villians, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, twins duo, dirty crime boys, angel duo, Animal Instincts, preening, Sickness, idk how to tag, Syndicate

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