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bittersw33t-lotus · 2 years

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Ayo I saw your prompt thing.. What about 11 with philza..? (fatherly ofc not like romantic)

Hope

P! C! Philza x Reader & sibling! Tommy

Cw: Death, trauma, blood, death, violence, gore?, angst obvi. I keep switching between first pov and third so forgive me.

A/n: Everyone only has one life and the revival book does exist but it’s like an urban legend and Dream doesn’t have it.

Summary: Dream breaks free from prision and has one thing in mind, to seek revenge and lust for blood on his hands

Edited? Yes

After Wilbur was born Phil promised to leave it at one kid until he found Techno and adopted him into the family. But Phil placed his stopping point at two kids, but that quickly failed again when he found you and Tommy.

You were both babies, you were barely a year old with Tommy only a month old at best. Your village was raided and burnt down by pillagers. The village was one that Phil frequently visited to buy errands, so when he arrived, he only came run a quick errand but was met with a devastating scene.

Civilians bodies scattered around the village, bloodied and brutally slaughtered by pillagers. Houses burnt and broken down. It was a gruesome scene. Phil set off a search for survivors sending his crows to scout the area and search houses for any survivors.

House after house, all Phil ever saw was blood. Walking out of a house with yet another lifeless family inside broke Phil’s heart. The sight of the slaughtered children made him think about his own two boys back at home, his brain imaging a nightmare fuel scene, something he’d never want to witness with his own eyes. He searched more houses until a crow called for him. “Phil I hear someone in here this house but I can’t find anyone!” The crow shouted a few houses down where the male stood.

Quickly, he rushed to the house, walking in he was met with another bloody scene. By the door was a male, his (h/c) hair dirtied with his own blood as he laid on the floor, a chair beside him which Phil assumed was used as a weapon but intimately fail due to the mans outcome. He sighed before turning his attention to the crow, “Where’d you hear the noise?” Phil asked the crow as they sat on a broken window sill before they stood up and flew over to the top the stairs heading up to the second floor. “Up here.” The crow answered. Phil silently followed hoping for some survivors, he’d hate himself if he couldn’t save at least one person, he hoped he wasn’t too late.

Walking down the hall he looked through every door listening for any noise, but the house was dead silent, “…a…” he stopped walking, it was a faint voice and sounded muffled. His ears picked up the noise coming from a room at the end of the hallway, the door cracked open a few inches. As he got closer he could see a wooden sign hanging on it. He could make out the words on the sign as he grew closer. Two names painted on the wood. The top one read ‘(yn)’ and below it read “Tommy” next to the names had a heart next to each one.

Pushing open the door he was met with a heart wrenching scene. It was a nursery, toys broken and battered scattered around the room, two cribs with one knocked over and the other shifted out of place, a rocking chair knocked to the floor, some clothing scattered on the floor they were most definitely infant sizes, and in the middle of the room laid a woman’s corpse. Her blonde hair sprawled around the ground and her face, she laid on her side allowing Phil see the the side of her face, her blue orbs dull and lifeless with blood spattered tainting her skin and blond locks. She lied on a colorful rug which was now soaked with her own pool of blood. Phil noticed the placement of the rug seemed to be off. The top of the mat where her head laid was bent upwards exposing the bottom of the mat with her hand was laying on the top corner like she was lifting it up. Upon examining closer he saw line in the wooden floor that disappeared underneath the rug. It almost seemed like… a hidden door way to secret compartment within the floor…

“Ma!” The voice came back again, it still sounded muffled but was more clear to hear now, it was high pitch and sounded like a baby! Gasping Phil rushed to the floor carefully but hastily moving the rug along with the mothers body. As Phil dragged the run away it revealed the lines to be an entire door just as he thought. He spotted the handle which was a sliver ring handle before looping his two fingers through and pulled it back. The wood creaking had echoing through the silent house, as he lifted the door. His blue eyes met with two tiny but big pairs of eyes. One the same colored eyes like his bright like the sky and (e/c) eyes that shined just as bright as the other. “Ma!” The tiny voice called out to Phil. He gently set the door down to the ground letting the sunlight shine into the hidden compartment. Phil releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he stared two small infants who stared back at him with such curiosity and no idea of what surrounded around them. The noise was coming from you, calling out for your mother who was only a few feet laying lifeless from you but you could see due to the height of the compartment being a few inches taller from where you sat. You were looking up at the stranger with long blond hair , a green and white bucket hat, a green kimono, and a pair of huge beautiful raven wings that shined with as bright as the sun that peaked through your nursery through the window. You and Phil stared at each other, you seemed to be a only a year old or close to a year, your hair was shoulder length and looked so soft, and your clothes dirtied from dust and dirt that laid within the mini safe space, but you were laid in a bassinet big enough for you and another little baby you lied with. It was a boy. He was clearly a new born, his teary eyes looked back at Phil in awe, his rosy tear stained cheeks mushed together as he grinned, quirking around in the blankets that covered you both with some more blankets surrounding you two.

Upon close examination both infants wore their pajamas with their respected names on them, with that he quickly learned you were (yn), the oldest and the youngest was Tommy. Both babies stared at Phil in awe as he stared back with a sympathetic look in his eyes until a smile etched both of your faces, Tommy let go of the blanket from his tiny grip and reached out towards Phil, giggles erupting through the room. It didn’t take him long to realize that the children were both amazed with the crow that flew into the room and gracefully landing on Phil’s shoulder. The bird stared back at you amazed and thankful to see there were two survivors, flying down the crow latched onto the end of the bassinet near where you sat, you started back in shock not moving as the crow started back at you mocking your confusion with a simple head tilt. A smile came to your face again reaching out for the bird that was two times your size, your tiny fingers grazing it’s black feathers, the crow bowing it’s head down into your hand nuzzling it’s head into your palm. Phil smiled at the interaction feeling his heart strings tug.

As much as he didn’t want to, Phil couldn’t resist the urge to take the two infants and adopt them as their new father. He had agreed to stick with only two kids, Wilbur and Techno were already enough for him, and he could find a family to take the two and raise them, together of course we wouldn’t want to separate them, but it didn’t seem right for to not take them as his own, besides how could he resist them?? They were so cute and- Omg Tommy’s reaching out for Phil while (yn) and his crow were bonding which was a sight to see. He can’t let these two slip away from him.

So selfishly without a second thought he stood up and began searching for the needed materials he’ll need if he’s gonna bring them home, before that he should get their mothers body out of here, he doesn’t want them to see this. Bringing out her body, Phil had laid her down beside the father in the living room and placed a blanket over the couple. Staring at them for a few seconds in sympathy he kneeled down at their feet. “I promise I will take care of them, I’ll protect them and make sure they know about you. I promise they’ll be safe with me,” Standing up he left to receive the infants and all their belongings, making a mental promise to himself and the children’s parents.

“Next time if they need saving, I won’t be late.”

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The moment Phil received the news that Dream had broken out of prison his heart dropped.

His crows were swarming the man screaming. “Dream’s escaped!!!” “Dream got out!!” “Where’s Tommy?!!?” “Where’s (YN)?!!”

Tommy and (yn) had set out to go mining early morning that day, it was noon and the two still weren’t home. He hoped they back on their way home right now or with someone to protect them both from dream, since the man made it obvious he had it out for his two youngest. Seeing how traumatized Tommy was a the sight and mere mention of his name. And how (yn) always pushed his buttons by standing up to him, defending Tommy, making it obvious you don’t see Dream as as a ‘god’ and refuse to let him control you. You were just like Techno.

Phil was quick to send out his crows to search for the two teens before he went to go search for them himself too. He ran towards the portal and entered following the trail to the portal that sent you to the mainland, he hoped to find the teens on the way to the portal but to no luck. Going through the portal he had arrived and saw his crows flying around calling for (yn) and Tommy. Unfortunately this had alerted the one person they were trying to save the teens from, alerting the man that two certain teens were around the area.

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Tommy and you had decided to finally head back home to Phil, but instead of taking the short cut through the nether you decided to head home the longer way, you both wanted to stop by the lake to skip rocks and clean off your dirt covered faces. Which had meant passing by the prison.

The moment the huge building came into view, you and Tommy had unknowingly gotten the same gut feeling, telling you both to just go through the portal, but neither of you said anything to each other and kept on walking past the prison and into the forest. Your gut feeling had sent an unpleasant tingling behind you, while Tommy had shivers sent down his spine. Unknowingly you two walked closer together as your nerves failed to calm down.

“TOMMY!! (YN)!!!!”

A distant voice called. Tommy and you had froze, standing still and quiet, the only sound of leaves rustling in the trees by the gentle wind. You turned around, having your back towards Tommy as you looked around the forest, “Did you hear that?” You whispered to Tommy only to receive no response from your brother. Confused from his silence you turn to him when you heard him take a sharp breath in, his hand reached out and gripped your wrist. His grip was tight you could feel how shaken he was, you had looked up to his face and saw from his profile view, his eye was wide with terror and his jaw tight. “Tommy..” you grew nervous calling out to your brother before following his line of sight, all you saw was a flash of orange before you were suddenly tackled to the floor, the force of the sudden weight on you forced you to collide with ground painfully in a flash, causing the wind to knock out of you. You had gasped before grunting, something sharp had jabbed through shirt on your lower left abdomen, the pain became unbearable when it was twisted and nudged deeper into your skin. An agonizing scream ripped from your throat, tears stung your eyes as you gripped your left hand on the persons hand that was digging the dagger into your abdomen, while your right hand tried pushing the person off you by their chest. A ragged laugh erupted from above you, you’d recognize that laugh from anywhere. Your eyes shot wide open finally revealing your attacker. Dream. He escaped prison? How?

Tommy stared at the sight of Dream above his sister with his dagger in her abdomen. He wanted to help but he was terrified to get near the man who tormented him for days on end. He made him live each day in fear of running into him. He was scared to die but if he didn’t help you he’d never forgive him self. “TOMMY!” You cried out again the pain in your voice finally got him to snap and move his body. Bringing out his pickaxe Tommy ran while yelling out as he approached the man. “FUCK YOU!” He screamed out, Dream let his guard down luckily so Tommy swung the pickaxe diving it straight into his shoulder blade.

Dream cried out as he fell off you, his tight grip on the dagger forced the weapon to come out of your abdomen cutting you more. The pain grew worse as you rolled onto your side, feeling the blood gush out of you at an alarming rate. Tommy kneeled down beside you eyeing your shirt soaked in dark crimson which grew bigger. “(YN)!!” He cried out. Dream took out the pickaxe grunting in pain before he took the weapon in his hand and swung the non-sharp side at Tommy, hitting him in his temple before the boy could act. He knocked Tommy out cold with blood seeping from his temple.

Watching your brother get knocked unconscious next to you, you reached out for him until you heard dreams laugh and felt you body being pulled away from him by your ankles. “TOMMY!” You cried out in pain feeling your wound scraping on the dirt ground. With force you were harshly turned onto your back, your head smacked against the ground. Groaning you tried getting up until a foot was dug into your chest causing your breath to run short. Dream shifted his weight onto your chest until a loud crack came within you, you screamed in pain as your ribs began cracking under his foot. Dream laughed at your scream and cries as he stared at your face cringing in pain trying your hardest to fight him off you to no avail. Finally he steps off your chest before kicking your side rolling you farther away from Tommy. Landing on you stomach you tried to move your arms to get up but with no strength left and the pain pushing through your body it was impossible to move let alone breath properly with your crushed ribs poking your lungs.

“Hrnnng..” a grunt came from Tommy as he began to come back and slowly got up. “Tommy…!” Your raspy voiced tried to yell out for him. Dream chuckled walking over to you, you tried crawling away but he once again stepped on your back this time with his foot on your lower spine. “(Yn)… (YN)!!” Tommy frantically looked around til his eyes landed on your frail body being stepped on by Dream who loomed over you. “LET THEM GO!!” He shouted getting up to walk towards you, until Dream kneeled down, grabbing your hair at the roots pulling your head up to look at Tommy, tears falling down your face. Dream pointed his dagger straight at your chest hovering over your heart. “One more step closer and I’ll put this right through their heart.”

“No! Please don’t!” Tommy cried out.

“TOMMY!!! (YN)!!!” A familiar voice called out to you two from the distance, an all to familiar voice that made you feel hope of being saved. “PHILL! HELP!” You and Tommy cried out with all your might despite your lungs screaming out in pain.

Dream growled at the name of their father, of course he was looking for them, how about leaving him a little surprise. A smile etched onto his face and without thinking he thrusted his dagger into your chest. You breath hitched as you crunch and gush sounds of skin breaking eches into all three of your ears.

“NOO!” Tommy yelled out running towards Dream shoving him off you taking you into his arms. “(Yn)!!!” You cried out in pain, gripping onto Tommy’s arm. Tears began trailing down Tommy’s face. “Your going to be ok (Yn)! Dad’s on his way!” You couldn’t answer, coughing and wheezing in pain as you gurgled on blood that was now seeping out of the corners of your mouth. Dream got up, Tommy’s pickaxe in hand, his face seething in anger and began approaching the two of you. Tommy saw him approaching but didn’t bother to fight back, if you die he wants to go down with you, he can’t go one without you.

“It’s time I give Phil his repayment, I was hoping to prolong this entertainment but looks like the big bird is here.” Dream spoke glaring at Tommy gripping g the axe this time with the blade facing forward. He stopped only a feet away from the siblings before raising the pickaxe aiming for Tommy’s head, Tommy braced for impact as you tried your best to shove him away to save him from the hit as you grunted in pain, but to no avail, Tommy hugged you tighter pulling your body to his using his body to protect you. The axe almost made contact till his vision was blocked out from sudden blobs of black swarming his face, claws began scratching at his at his face and skin. A herd of ‘caws’ sounded out till more and more caws came and surrounded the man. Black feathers surrounded Dream causing him to drop the axe and swung his arm around while the other Shielded his face.

Tommy looked up at the sounds, his eyes widened as he saw dozens of Phil’s crows swarming the Dream, scratching and pecking at his skin with their claws and beaks. You stared in awe seeing a flock of murders, who were all usually cowards, very little were bold enough to fight with majority of them were too scared, or too soft to fight anyone, let alone Phil, Dream, and Techno. “(YN), TOMMY!!” Phil’s voice filled your ear, you smiled knowing he arrived on time before you go. “phil…” you chocked out, your voice weak and a faint smile etched on your face. Phil had finally came into view his eyes widened seeing Tommy’s teary eyes and your bloodied state, barely hold on. His attention was brought to the most wanted criminal who was crying out being swarmed by chat.

Dream lay on the floor desperately trying to fight off the murder of crows attacking him. Phil already knew the birds were protecting his two kids, unfortunately they didn’t arrive on time seeing yours and Tommy’s state, Phil began to feel dread. Was he too late again. No! He hoped he wasn’t.

Turning his attention back to Dream, Phil’s gaze went dark, his bucket hat sending a shadow over his eyes. He brought out his netherite sword into his hand and approached the man. Chat felt his murderous aura and flocked away giving you three a view of his Bloody body. Dream’s dirty blonde hair was dirtied once again with blood from his scalp, parts of his face, arms and torso missing little chunks of skin and all scratched up that was now gushing out blood and staining his clothes with ripped holes.

Dream breathed out in relief from no longer being swarmed but his relief was short lived when he noticed a familiar shadow with a set of wings loomed over him. “Oh shit…” he breathed out looking up from the ground and was meet with the two siblings. Tommy crying, heartbreak evident in his cries as you lay in his arms on deaths door. Dreams heart dropped. He knew he was in deep shit now.

“Look at me you fucker.” His voice deep he almost growled his words out. Fear coursing through Dream’s body as he heard the ‘shing’ of a sword being unsheathed. Dream reluctantly looked up to face the father of the two ducklings he decided to torment, finally facing the consequences of his actions. Giving the angel of death a nervous smile as he supported his upper body with one arm, and his other shielding his lower face covering his mouth, his quivering fear evident of his arms as they shook. “P-Phil hey look. I-I didn’t mean to- I panicked a-and-“ he was cut off with a quick shaken inhale as Phil’s sword was thrusted forward and harshly protruding his neck. The tip of the weapon snugged into his skin by 2 centimeters. Dream was silent, restraining his body and voice from clinching in fear and shouting in pain fearing the sword will impale his artery with the slightest flinch. “Give me a good reason why a shouldn’t kill you.” Phil spoke, if looks could kill Dream would already drop dead and become a feast for his crows. “Look it was an accident I didn’t mean too. I didn’t mean to stab them, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to kill them Phil! I was just trying to teach the kids a lesson for-” he was cut off as Phil’s jaw tightened and gripped his sword tighter, the sword digging ever so slightly into his neck.

Tommy looked at Dream the same, his anger staring to bubble and overflow,all those times he was all cocky, all high and mighty, claiming that he was a inferior, like he was god himself, but now here he is. Pleading for mercy, sounding pathetic, cowering in fear like a kicked puppy and shaking like leaf. What a sight to see. He was finally getting a taste of his medicine.

Phil was quiet. Too quiet. He didn’t answer Dream, keeping everyone, but mostly Dream, on edge. What felt like minuets Phil pulled his sword away from the males neck, a little trail of blood already making his way down his collar bone. Tommy grew confused, what is he doing?

Dream had visibly loosened up his shoulders falling. He exhaled dramatically, letting out shaken laughs with a nervous smile plastered of his face. “Phew! Haha… I though for a second there you were gonna- EH!” The sound of a violent ‘WSH!’ Echoed and the sound of flesh almost cancelled out from the sword being swung. Dream let out gurgled gasps. His hands swinging to his neck, the deep slash gushing out large amounts of blood, some splattering onto Phil’s shoes. Dreams blood spilling out like a shower. Falling over the the ground on his side he reached his bloody hand towards where you and Tommy were but it was futile. Phil had walked over him and approached you both. Looking past his shoulder he stared down the bleeding out man. “A life for a life am i right?” He said before turning his back on his and leaving him to die out.

Turning back around Phil saw the state you looked to be in as his heart dropped, “My baby…” He ran to you both, kneeling beside you and taking you in his arms. He brought his hand to you cheek, tears began to cascade down his face. You softly smiled despite the blood seeping from your mouth, bringing your hand up and caressing you fathers face. “I’m so sorry.” He whimpered out. “It’s… ok…” you were struggling to talk. You eyes were growing heavier by the second. “I shou…ld’ve…. been m-more… careful… and fou-fought.. better-“ you were cut off by Tommy. “Don’t say that you were amazing, I should be sorry. I was too scared and all I did was stand there and watch!” He cried out. “It’s… my job to protect you…. Don’t be… sorry. Don’t… ever blame… yourself. Or. I’ll haunt you…” Tommy shook his head. “Don’t say that, you’ll be fine, we’ll get you back to Techno’s and we’ll heal you.” You stopped him and held his hand with your other hand. “Tommy. I’m.. not gonna make… it.” You breathed out tears falling down all three of your faces, Dream cries of pain were being drowned out by you all focusing on each other. “I will always… love you both…, don’t… ever blame your selves… take care of each… other.. and take care… of Techno too…” you said. Your arms finally gave up resting on your stomach but now keeping one of their hands in each one hand each. “I’m gonna sleep… now. Good night.” You breathed out. You body seemed to grow heavier in Phil’s arms, he swears he could feel the moment you heart stopped beating on his arm that laid beneath you. Taking a deep breath in Phil raised his head and gently set you into Tommy’s arms, as he gladly took you into his and held you close to him, continuing to cry out for you.

Phil held onto both you and Tommy as tears cascaded his face, his heart breaking into a million pieces. The crows surrounding the small family held their heads down in guilt for not making it in time to save you, tears of their own rimmed to their eyes and fell.

Phil broke his promise, the promise he made to your parents and the village he failed to save because he was too late, now he failed to save you.

‘I’m too late.’

(Yn) was slain by DreamWasTaken

DreamWasTaken was slain by Philza

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braydaywrites · 3 years

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Cold Weather and Sorrows

C! Technoblade C! Philza x platonic self harm GN reader.

TRIGGER WARNING- self harm. Blood. Anxiety. Self harm addiction. Cutting. Gore. Stay safe <3

They/them pronouns.

Y/N had been suffering with self harm a majority of their life. Scars adorning the majority of the unseen parts of their body, but no one ever saw them. And they were happy that no one saw them. They were scared of what would happen if anyone found out. Would Y/N be constantly monitored? Would they be put on medication? Would they get exiled for being a freak? They knew it was far fetched but they were scared.

At this point in Y/Ns life they were living in the snowy forest with Technoblade and Phil. Things were going pretty smoothly, wake up, do chores, eat, work on the syndicate, cut, sleep, repeat. Y/N knew their habits weren’t quite the best, but they’ve been doing it for years at this point and stopping seemed quite impossible at this point. And if Y/N was being honest they didn’t really wan’t to quit, seeing as it had “helped” them through so much.

It was a normal day for the snowy fellows. They were currently at the syndicate room working on some paperwork. Techno was writing. Phil was working on the ender pearl stasis chamber. And Y/N was sorting some paperwork. Nothing out of the ordinary. But what they didn’t know was that outside there was a horrid blizzard trapping them in the room.

They were just finishing up for the night. Phil headed out first. But to their surprise, Phil came right back as quick as he went. “Alright mates, seems as if we’re hunkering down here for the night.” Phil announced. “For why?” Y/N asked. Panic setting in. They needed to for fill there nightly routine of tearing their own skin to shreds. But if they had to stay here, there was no way Y/N could achieve that goal.

“Blizzard.” Phil said. “The entrance and exit are both frozen over. No way to leave. But in the morning the sun will thaw it out enough for us to leave.” Technoblade noticed how Y/N was shaking. Worried a bit. “Y/N, are you well?” Technoblade asked. This seemed to shock Y/N as they thought they hid their anxiety pretty well. “Oh- uh. Yeah I’m fine. But where will we sleep for the night?”

“Here’s the only room fit to sleep in.” Technoblade nonchalantly stated. “Oh…” Y/N was scared they really needed to cut. So badly. They didn’t know what to do.

It was now late into the night. But Y/N couldn’t sleep. They needed their release. Needed to bleed. And everyone was asleep now anyways. Or so YN thought. Technoblade was an extremely light sleeper and also had a tough time sleeping most nights, and tonight was no exception.

Y/N thought it was good. They though they could get away with just a few cuts. Nothing too extreme but enough to give them that relief that they oh so dearly craved. Screw it they thought. Reaching in their pocket to pull out a diamond pocket knife. Rolling up their sleeve and slashing several neat lines into their skin.

Technoblade heard Y/N moving around and opened his eyes. He thought, might as well get up as well. If he had someone to talk to who also couldn’t sleep. He slowly sat up from his makeshift bed and looked towards you. To say he wasn’t ready for what he saw was an understatement. You were sitting there. Knife slicing at your own skin.

“Stop.” Technoblade said. Not quite yelling, but sure projecting his voice enough to make Phil stir. Technoblade got up and walked twards where Y/N was. Frozen in shock. Knife still held against their arm. “Put it down.” But instead of doing what Technoblade said Y/N opted for attempting to slicing down on themself some more. “I said. Put. It. Down.” Technoblade said taking the knife away from Y/N.

“What’s going on?” Phil’s voice was rough, due to him just waking up. He looked around. Noticing the blood the tiredness what knocked out of him. “Y/N..?” Phil was concerned. He didn’t know what was going on all he knew was that his friend was hurt. And that was enough to trigger his fight or flight instinct.

“Y/N… calm down. You’re ok. We aren’t mad.” Technoblade tried to sooth them. Noticing the panic in their eyes. “They were cutting themself.” Phil said out loud as if it wasn’t already obvious enough. Phil went in and hugged Y/n trying to comfort them.

“Please. I- I’m sorry.” Y/N was panicking. They were scared. Scared of so much. “How long had this been going on?” Phil was scared. He didn’t have the medical tools he needed to patch them up. And he could not lose someone else. “5 years…” Y/N admitted.

“We’ll get through this. We will get you to stop. We promise.” Technoblade swore. Joining the hug.

Once they got home all the sharp objects were locked up. And Phil and Techno kept a close eye on Y/N. They never lost hope. No matter the amount of relapses they always believed that Y/N would get better and eventually through time. They did.

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 1 year

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a platonic C!Technoblade x male reader? Like maybe the reader is a mentor to him.one day the voices are really bad and whilst they are training techno hurts the reader really bad. Philza was watching and went to help the reader after techno ran away. He kinda isolates himself for awhile. Then like a week or so later the reader hunts him down to say it was alright or something. Angst to fluff- sorry for such a long request ^ ^”””

:D AHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU the request wasnt long at all it actually helps if i get longer request! Tw: Violence

Mentor

"Deep Breath Techno, connect with the dirt, connect with the grass, the air, and yourself," Yn murmured as he inhaled the chilly air. When Techno didn't respond, Yn opened his e/c eyes and peered over. Technoblade was standing there with his back to him, and Yn could tell that he was tense. "You won't get any better at controlling them if you don't at least try," Yn added as he stepped towards the piglin hybrid.

"Techno?" Yn asked as he put his hand on Techno's shoulder. As he pushed around Techno's bulkier form, Yn's eyes narrowed. Techno's eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were curled into balls as if he were suffering from a headache.

Techno's red eyes stared deeply into Yn's e/c ones as Yn reached out to touch his face, but his wrist was quickly caught, causing Yn to stumble back slightly. "Techno, please let go," Yn yelled. Techno then pushed Yn to the ground and jumped onto him, raising his hand and slashing Yn across the face.

"Techno Mate!" Phil yelled in the background. Yn felt their head beginning to feel dizzy and saw that everything around them was spinning. All Yn could hear as Technoblade's weight suddenly vanished was Phil's shouting in the distance and Techno's foot pounding on the ground. When Yn turned his head, he saw the piglin running from him.

---- im so sorry i couldn’t finish this but i’ve been so busy and un motivated with everything i’ll try my best to pick this back up and finish it in the future

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smelted-applejuice · 3 years

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Hello! Could I request a platonic c!philza one shot with a reader who also has wings but can’t see glass kinda like birds and they meet by the reader flying into his window and philza patching them up from the glass.

Parings; Philza x Reader (PLATONIC) Pronouns; they/them Desc; [YourName] HATES glass.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHILZA !! (Requests are open!) -

[YourName], a bird hybrid, had always struggled with seeing through windows. They either saw a slight reflection of herself when it was too late or avoided houses in all. [YourName] was half Crismon Rosella, capturing the attention of others through their wings which were a beautiful mixture of blue, black, and red feathers.

They loved flying, adored it, it made them feel free from their struggles and things that keep them human. The downside to flying is, as mentioned before, are houses. Houses typically had windows that were glass and glass was one of the blocks [YourName] simply couldn’t see. It was like the block was non-existent! [YourName] preferred trap-door windows over the glass for that exact reason, they had weird looks when they were seen replacing their windows- but it helped them in the long run.

As a child and in school, [YourName] often ran into the glass door that they had leading to the playground. [YourName]’s face basically had a permanent bruise on their forehead for the first half of the school year, and that’s where they learned to just bump into a window, recover quickly, and get back to flying. Their fear of windows as a child led them to panic preening during recess, so [YourName] does have a few scars on the base of their wings from caring to them too much. [YourName] decided they needed to get some air today, feel the wind between their wings, and feel young again. Their day-by-day schedule hadn’t been too kind to them, bouncing between two nations and becoming the main person for resources; [YourName] was constantly at work. Their feet never got a break, they usually were in the mines so flying was truly never an option. [YourName] had sent a message to all the nations they provide for and took their leave for the day. They started it off by spending time at the beach, eating breakfast before just relaxing. They let their feet relax while prepping their wings for a flight- it had been a few months since they’ve had this time to take the type of flight they wanted to take. [YourName] was basically bouncing with each step as they roamed the lands trying to find the perfect area to take off at. Everyone was either too windy or too crowded, so when they finally found the perfect spot between an oak forest and a snow biome, [YourName] got a running start and took flight right then and there, dropping their items to the ground. They laughed with tears of joy as they swooped through the air, absolutely loving the way the wind pushed against their skin. The snow added to it. [YourName] didn’t notice how far they had flown from the snowy biome and into one of the many nations they provide for. They were close to the president, so they knew they didn’t exactly have to stop in their tracks and halt their flight time. [YourName] hadn’t visited since the old president blew up the land, so poor [YourName] didn’t exactly know the new layout- all the information they had is that they needed lots of wood and the land was built on stilts.

[YourName] hadn’t noticed the long windows that accented Philza’s house, he had thought they looked nice and added to his aesthetic. Philza didn’t expect while he was sorting his chests upstairs to hear a loud slamming noise against his windows, he looked up just in time to see a glimpse of [YourName] falling. Philza rushed downstairs and outside to find, [YourName] floating in the waters below. [YourName] groaned out of frustration, “Fuck..” they mumbled standing up a few feathers out of place and they had a banging headache. “Are you alright?” Philza asked, holding his hat close to his chest as he looked down. [YourName] looked up, holding their head “No! But I will be, are you the one with the damned windows I flew into?” they asked, Philza flustered slightly out of embarrassment and nodded, “Cool.” is all [YourName] said climbing up a provided ladder.

Once at the top, [YourName] struggled to balance so Phil assisted in getting them inside the house and to sit down. [YourName] held their head as the man rushed around and offered the other hybrid a potion, after taking it the headache went away. “Thank you, sorry, you might have smudge marks on your window” [YourName] joked making Philza laugh, “I didn’t think bird hybrids really didn’t see glass! That’s crazy, dude!” he said sitting across from [YourName]. “I’m Philza by the way, you’re..?” Philza said introducing himself “I’m [YourName], lovely meeting you..” [YourName] replied offering their hand which Philza shook with a smile. “Your wings- do you need help with them?” Philza asked standing up, “I would appreciate some gel and a towel..” [YourName] mumbled bringing a wing close and fixing the feathers that they could stick down. Philza provided what he could, watching [YourName] carefully preen their wings. They hadn’t trusted Phil enough to actually let him preen for them, which he understood- you had to be close to the bird before taking care of the bird. “Do you know how to get home? You’re Tubbo’s resource provider, right?” Philza asked glancing outside at the sun setting. [YourName] sighed and shook their head, “No, I don’t.” they admitted sadly. Philza hummed, “How about you stay for the night and in the morning you can travel back with Tubbo and I” he offered. A bright smile spread across [YourName]’s face as they nodded “Sound’s great!” they accepted. And that’s how [YourName] and Philza met.

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secret babies and unofficial dates !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > cc!wilbur x gn!reader x tommyinit x philza / sbi (- techno) x gn!reader

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > idek tbh

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > You have a kid and Tommy doesn’t know

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.7k

… big sigh tbh

“Yn my cooler older sibling!” Tommy yelled excitedly as he ran over to where you stood close by on your phone about to text the group chat and ask where everyone was. His large smile began to fade as it morphed into one of confusion when he saw the child behind you poke her head out to look and see who had called you.

“Oh, and who is this?” The blonde knelt in front of the two of you trying to get a good look at the little girl behind your legs. “Tommy, this is Alena, but we call her Lena for short. I totally forgot you’ve never met my daughter before.” Your daughter turned her head slightly to the left giving the boy an uneasy look.

Lena has always been a shy kid, she didn’t like talking to anyone she didn’t trust or know and hated being picked up by anyone other than you and your mother. When she was a baby if you left her alone for more than five seconds or if you weren’t in her line of sight it was the end of the world.

Except now instead of crying or throwing the biggest temper tantrum that she could she’d just follow quietly after you. Like a baby duck. “Len, say hi to Uncle Tommy.”

“so you’ve had a kid since.. forever!?” Tommy’s voice raised slightly as he got up hands out in disbelief as Phil and Wilbur followed after the boy at a slower pace.

“Uncle Willy!” Lena exclaimed as her little legs carried her over to the tall brunette who was smiling from ear to ear as he crouched down with open arms for her to run into.

You shrugged at Tommy putting your phone in your back pocket as your arms wrapped around his body, whilst his stayed at his side still in disbelief.

“You- I-.. What the.”

“Tommy!” Phil hushed him pointing towards the child on Wilburs hip who was babbling about something that made no sense while Wil just nodded and replied as if he could understand anything she was saying.

“But they have an entire child I didn't know about!”

“Well nobody else knows, and knowing you you’d bring it up accidentally on social media.”

And that was exactly why you hadn’t told your “little bother” about the little girl. Because he’d want to talk to her twenty four seven and when you were streaming he’d forget and being her up

Privacy was important to you and knowing your daughter could be safe without people saying things about her on the internet was in your best interest. You wanted her to have a normal life. Well normal to an extent.

“Oh.. well that does kinda make a lot of sense.”

“Come on, let's get on some rides, love bug.” Wilbur whispered to len’. She smiled, kicking her legs in excitement. Wil laughed rubbing the side of her head softly as the rest of the group followed.

“Why are they acting like that?” Tom questioned stuffing his face with cotton candy as he looked over at the three standing outside the gift shop looking at the stuffed animals that were on display.

“Acting like what?” The younger boy rolled his eyes, closing his sugary treat. “Like a couple spending the day with their kid.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at an awful joke Wilbur had told you about octopuses.

“Y/n is acting like they’re on a date and not out as a.” His hands went up in quotation marks, “family”

“Why do you care so much?” Philza laughed, bumping his shoulder with Tommy’s, waving at Alena who had made eye contact with him. “I don’t care.. well maybe i do. I don't know!”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Wil is like a brother to me and Yns’ like an older sibling so-.” He trailed off ending his sentence abruptly when the three of you made your way back.

“Are you and Wilbur dating?”

The question had caught you by surprise coming from Tommy. As he was someone to be so blunt he never was with you. Maybe it was because he found you intimidating or for another reason but he always found a way to beat around the bush. But not this time.

Tom was a smart kid and you were a bad liar so he knew he’d get the answer he was expecting from you.

'Not officially dating but we’ve been on a few dates.’

“Well if you get married i want to be the ring bear.”

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— “LIGHTNING MCQUEEN BANDAID" + 6/6 Sbi

author’s note(s): I absolutely adore family dynamics and having such a traumatizing childhood but being able to write something so special to me really really makes me all mushy inside hehe i hope you all love this piece my loves <3

cw warnings: fem!reader , phil and r are in a relationship but it’s not talked about , crack family basically, my first pg fic. wowza

“Tommy. Tubbo.” You sighed as both toddlers continued to try their hardest to run after Technoblade and Wilbur. As the sun had set and the weather began to become cooler you and Phil decided it would be best to get the boys out of the house for a breath of fresh air.

But of course no one said taking five children out under the age ten would be easy. So you had a system.

Phil walked ahead with Wil and Tech so they wouldn’t bother the littles, whilst you walked with Tommy and Tubbo who both had backpack leashes on and Ranboo who opted for holding your unoccupied hand and looked around at the outside scenery.

“But we wanna go with the older boys N/n.” Tom whined as he and Tub let up on the pulling when you had pulled back slightly almost causing them to fall.

“We are trying to have a peaceful outing and the four of you together are nothing but trouble.” The boy next to you giggled at the mention of his chaotic brothers. “They’re so silly right?” You whispered to him with a grin. He smiled nodding, fixing the crown that sat on his head.

“Hey I heard that!” Tubbo declared looking back at the two of you over his shoulder with a glare. “Good maybe it’d get you to stop being so wild.” His shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as he became roped in a conversation with Tom about taking over the slides when you reached the park.

All of the kids stood in a line side by side as they waited for you to give them their directions. “No hitting, slapping, insulting, or peeing on random objects.”

You told them seriously as you gave each and everyone ( except ranboo ) a pointed glared while you walked back and forth in front of them Phil watching amusingly from the bench behind you.

“If I hear one yell that isn’t from having fun, a single tear falls from anyone’s eye unless it’s from getting hurt, or hear even one small peep of a tattle tale we’ll go home and never come to the park again, understand?”

They all nodded before running off onto the playground equipment when you gave them a nod of approval to be free.

“You’re so great at this.” Phil beamed at you as you plopped down on the uncomfortable bench next to him resting your head on his shoulder. “I know, I should've been given a raise a long time ago.” Mid yawn you waved at Tommy who was waving frantically at you for no reason in particular.

“Yeah you really should’ve.” The blonde chuckled, rubbing your scalp calmly.

After a moment of silence a pair of very chapped lips kissed the top of your head, your eyes following after Wil and Boo who were screaming at the top of their lungs as their pink haired older brother tried to tag them.

“Ya know what tomorrow is?”

“Laundry day?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, placing his chin atop your head. “No, tomorrow’s mother’s day.”

“S’Nice but i’m not their mum so..” You trailed off eyes flickering between each little light of your life as their big smiles held a special place in your heart. You weren’t their birth mother of course but you were just like it.

The person who was there cheering them on at their games, who was there when they fell and needed someone to clean up their scrapes, and the person who constantly reminded them they were loved.

“But you could be.” He whispered. The statement caught you off guard. You immediately picked your head up looking at him confused. “Wha- what do you mean by could be?”

Just as he went to say something all five of your little army where surrounding you and Phil’s bench Techno holding Tommy who was clutching his knee in pain.

“Oh tommy what’s wrong?” You cradled the boy who had very little tears falling down his cheek as he tried to keep them in.

Wilbur spoke first as he squeezed Tommy’s hand. “We found him under the slide trying not to cry, and then when i asked him what’s wrong he said he didn’t want to go home.”

Phil scrunched his nose as he rubbed the boys leg soothingly. “Tommy, if you got hurt why would you think we’d go home.” You knew he was strong, ( and hard headed ) but he was a great kid with an amazing heart and it always made you feel a little tearful when you thought about how much he was going to grow.

When you got no answer you cradled him to you kissing his head and rocking slightly. “Go play guys.” You whispered when your little stubborn boy began to let it all out.

They each nodded before running off to leave their brother alone in the comfort of the adults.

“It’s alright Tom, you’re a big boy right?” Phil smiled, rubbing the underside of his son's chin with the side of his index finger wiping up some of the tears.

It was as if he had some sort of magic in his words or maybe that callused finger of his, but whatever it was made the little one in your arms wipe his tears.

“Want a lightning mcqueen band-aid for that nasty cut?”

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vneuns · 3 years

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what's going on with you !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > sbi x gn!reader

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > light cursing, angst if you squint

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > Your little brother has always looked up to you but as you two get older you begin to drift apart and all he wants is attention from his role model

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.6k

... might make a part two but idk if people will even like this so- lmao anyways enjoy babes <3

“Why’d you do it?” Nothing in life could have prepared you for the talk you and your siblings were having with your little brother. He was the baby and he was supposed to stay the baby, but the universe had other plans and you went from teaching him how to ride a bike to catching him sneaking back into the house at three am.

Wilbur, Techno, and Phil all tried to remind you that these things were bound to happen and there was absolutely nothing any of you could do, but you were stubborn and hard-headed so you never listened.

The teenager rolled his eyes crossing his arms as he sat back in his chair raising an eyebrow at you. “Not gonna tell ya.” Of course he wasn’t. You hadn’t expected him to go out right and say it, though you were sure he would’ve opted for the silent treatment instead.

“Tom…” Wil trailed off running a hand through his hair knowing there was bound to be an argument between the two if his little brother kept going the way he was. “No, they’re acting like they’re my guardian or some shit.”

Techno inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in a response to stress.

“Room.” Your voice was stern. Sterner than you wanted it to be but your judgement was being clouded by anger. “Now.” He gave you a sarcastic smile before pushing out his chair and going up to his room.

He wasn’t doing it because you told him to but more so the fact that he knew whether he was right or wrong his older siblings would always be on your side. At one point he looked up to you, wanting to be just like you. Top of your class getting scholarships all around the world. But then things started changing after you denied all the scholarships you got and opted for a community one down the street. You started to be more crabby and would lock yourself in your room for hours on end only coming out to eat or for a quick restroom break.

Your little brother wanted your attention and you were seemingly failing to see that. Deep down you knew something was wrong, of course you did. He was your mini you, but you pushed down the fact that maybe.. Just maybe the boy you thought you knew like the back of your hand was slowly drifting away from you.

“God.. I don’t even know what’s wrong with him.” Subconsciously you got out of your chair shortly after Tommy and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some tea too anxious to stay still. “Still a teenager Nn.” Technoblade called running his hand down his face. He hated when you two got into arguments such as this one. Always gave him a nasty headache.

“Or he’s acting out for another reason.” Wilbur added.

“And what could that reason be?”

The water came to a boil as you poured it into a mug placing a tea bag inside and a few teaspoons of sugar. “You..” Wilbur was now in the kitchen hip leant against the kitchen counter, just as the words left his lips your cup of tea stopped just before you took a sip. “Me?”

Your eyebrow raised in question surprised and offended your brother would assume the reason for the younger boy's behavior was because of you. Wil immediately began to back-track when he noticed the look on your face.

Techno rolled his eyes at his stuttering younger brother, disappointed he wouldn’t just tell you things how they were.

“Tommy misses you Yn. Get your head out of your ass and notice that your brother just wants your attention.” The pink haired boy opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle before slamming the refrigerator door and going up to his bedroom.

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roadtrip !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > 𝗌𝖻𝗂 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.5𝗄

… i have 3 brothers. anything i write from now on about sbi will all be things that have happened irl 💀

Phil sang under his breath, blocking out the sounds of his two youngest children arguing in the back of his van. “Tommy i fucking swear if you don’t stop hogging the blanket!” you yelled at the blonde next to you who kept pulling the blanket onto his side of the car backseat.

“Father?”

“Yes wil?”

“They’re going to rip out each other's hair if you don’t pull over soon.” Wilbur pointed out looking at the two from the rearview mirror watching as his little sibling flicked the younger boy's temple.

“DAD YNs’ PUTTING THEIR HANDS ON ME!” sighing Phil pulled into the nearest gas station parking next to a gas pump. “Ok here’s the deal. Everyone goes in and gets a bag of chips, candy, soda, and whatever else.”

The bickering immediately came to a stop as you and tommy ran out of the car into the gas station leaving your dad and older brothers behind. “I’m gonna kill those rats.” Techno mumbled getting out of the car and following behind the two.

Ignoring the blonde following after you, trying to convince you to buy something for him with your share of the money; You walked down the isle picking up all your idle snacks.

The road trip was something that Phil had planned randomly after catching you dangling Tommy out the second story window of your house because he stole one of your jackets.

Though in your defense you had told him multiple times to stop going in your room and taking things without your permission. “Tom leave Yn alone.” Wilbur placed a hand on his shoulder leading him to the register.

“Think dad’ll leave him on the side of the rode somewhere?” Tech chuckled and just shook his head picking up a bag of trail mix. “If we get lucky he’ll fall asleep before we get there.” His arm wrapped around your shoulder leading you to where your siblings were waiting.

“Got everything?” The brunette questioned watching as you all placed your items on the counter whilst he handed the fifty dollar bill to the cashier.

“I CALL SHOTGUN!” Your eyes widened as the little boy made a dash for the passengers seat the white bag in his hand flinging everywhere.

“NO YOU DON’T YOU LITTLE..” As if you were running a marathon you took off after him pushing him with your hip to move him away from the door. “If you two don’t figure it out I’ll gladly sit front seat.” Technoblade smiled a devilish smile as he opened the back door and put his bag inside before going around the back to fill up the gas tank.

With the distraction of your pink haired older brother you nudged Tommy to the side getting in the seat before he had time to react. “Dad! That’s not fair!” Your father shrugged at his youngest before jolting his thumb to the back seat signaling for him to get in.

“You’ll be fine Tommy, come on I’ll let you cuddle with me.” Wilbur laughed when Tommys’ face morphed into disgust before ushering him into the backseat. Once everyone was in the car the five of you were back on the road.

“Where are we going?” You groaned looking over at the blonde who was munching on some sour patch kids.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

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vneuns · 3 years

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half a heart

pairing : c!dream x gn!reader

warnings : angst? sort of

word count : 0.9k

a/n: i meant to publish this last night but i ended up falling asleep lmao

Dream stood silently in front of you as he watched you spill your heart out to him telling him what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. There was too much joy in his manipulation. It was addicting, and he just couldn’t stop.

“Please listen to me.” Your cheeks were stained with tears and the beige cardigan was doing nothing to warm your cold body. “I’m listening to you Y/n but what you’re saying doesn’t interest me.” You sucked in a breath. Knowing he didn’t mean it.

Unless he did… No. No no no of course he didn’t mean it. This was Dream but not your Dream. You didn’t know when whoever this was in your boyfriend's body but all you knew was that you wanted him gone.

“I think you should go.” You whispered you whipped away at the water on your cheeks. Everything in you screaming to tell him that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him to talk to you. That’s all you wanted. All you’ve wanted for a while.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea.” And with that he picked up his purple enchanted sword and left your shared home.

The second the door closed you had fallen to your knees the wall you had put up in front of your boyfriend now crumbling down leaving you a crying mess on the floor.

Never in the three years of your relationship with Dream did you ever have an argument so bad that he’d leave without apologizing, or without reassuring you he’d be back.

You were woken up by multiple harsh knocks on your door. You got up groggily yelling that you were coming.

Your eyes were bloohshot red, spending most of your night curled in a ball balling your eyes out whilst cuddling your boyfriends cold pillow that had smelled of him.

When you opened the door you were surprised to find Quackity on the opposite side with a distressed look on his face. “Hey quack what’s-.”

“It’s Dream. They locked him up last night.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion. “Wha- for what?”

“They won’t tell us anything but I heard Sam talking to schallt about mind control or something.”

“Are they gonna kill him?” You whispered timidly nibbling at one of your knuckles, something you tended to do when you were stressed out. “I’m not too sure, but I’m gonna go tell the others are you going to be alright?” You nodded giving him a fake smile he couldn’t see through to put down his worries. “Okay I’ll be back later on.” Once the door was closed a raspy breath left your mouth, the tears forming just as they did the night before.

Of course you and everyone else knew about your boyfriends psychopathic tendencies, but you hadn’t realised how bad it had really gotten. Yeah maybe you were blinded by the fact that you had known the man for so long that the thought of him hurting other people never crossed your mind.

You leaned against your front door sliding down it as the tears came faster now, you realizing just how blind you had been this entire time.

A few weeks had passed and you hadn’t left your house at all for anything. Of course your friends would come by and check on you or bring you food, but it never worked. They'd always just end up finding you on your bed wearing or holding Dreams sweater like it was the end of the world.

And even after he was granted visitation rights you refused. You couldn’t bring yourself to push down the pain you were feeling to go visit someone who had been wanting to hurt people for so long.

All of his best friends would try and convince you to go, because he was “just as bad as you” but you ignored their attempts. As much as your heart was pleading with you to go visit the love of your life, your brain knew you wouldn’t last two seconds in the same room as him without breaking down.

That was until Phil visited. “I’m not going to visit him Phil I don’t care what you say, or do, I’m not going. I can’t” Your voice was muffled into your pillow hair disheavealed and you didn’t smell the best but no one pointed it out knowing it was most definitely not the time.

“I didn’t come here to talk about him, or force you to do anything. I came to talk about you.” He sat himself on the chair in the corner of your room that faced the bed.

“What about me? I’m an emotional mess because i was to blind to realize that my own boyfriend was a psychopathic manipulator that tried to brainwash everyone.”

“No, I don't want to know about the obvious.” He told you light heartedly.

“I want to know what’s going on inside that brain of yours.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You moved your head a bit so you could see him clearly out of one eye.

“I miss him, I miss him a lot.” Phil nodded waiting for you to continue. “But after that fight and him practically pushing me away, i just felt like self isolation would be best.”

The blonde man across from you nodded once again as he leaned back in the cushioned seat. “you need to go visit him.”

“I can’-.”

“you can and you will not if ands or buts about it Y/n.”

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