Okay For The Moment - SBI

Okay For The Moment - SBI

Request: brotherly Techno/Wilbur and/or Tommy/Wilbur

A/N: I extended this to be entirely SBI because I just :waah: I love they. But! Now that you’ve gotten me in an angst mood, this will be EXTREMELY bittersweet.

Theme: family fluffy :)

Warnings: none, I think. If I miss any, let me know.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Wilbur, c!Tommy, and c!Phil

“We’ll put spruce in, yeah?” Phil turned to his sons, who all sat in a little circle. Tommy had asked Techno to put a little braid in his hair like Techno’s, so that’s what the piglin hybrid was currently doing. It was slightly difficult with how short the youngest usually had his hair chopped, but Techno made it work nonetheless.

“Spruce is so overused though,” Wilbur complained, leaning back on his hands to watch his father, who was building a bigger house to accommodate the four of them. 

“I quite like it,” Tommy chimed in, trying his best to stay still while Techno worked carefully.

“There you go again!” Wilbur rolled his eyes playfully. “Such a suck-up.” 

Tommy’s mouth gaped open, his brows furrowed. “I’m not a suck-up, you just have no taste! I bet you like acacia wood, you idiot!”

Phil stopped to look at his sons again, one eyebrow quirked up, an amused smile dancing it’s way across his lips. “Well, we’re going with spruce anyway, since it’s the easiest wood to get around here, and it’s fits nicely. If you want a house with different wood, you can make one of your own, surely. Be my guest,” He challenged. 

Wilbur knew better than to challenge the skill that his father had in building. He simply nodded. Phil went back to placing wood, taking a few steps back, and looking at the build from further away to make sure it looked okay.

“There ya go,” Techno finally mumbled. Tommy sprang up, rushed over to the pond, and looked at his reflection for a long moment, before running back over to Techno and tackling him in a bear hug. “Tommy, chill out a little. It’s just a braid.” 

“I look fuckin’ cool man! I’m just like you now!” Tommy let go only to run over to Phil, hands on his hips. “Phil, lookit me! I’m gonna be like Techno someday! This is just the start, got it?”

Phil looked over his shoulder, smiling gently. “It looks nice. You did a good job Techno.” 

“Can you do me one next, Techno?” Wilbur sat up, looking over to his brother, who smiled. 

“Sure. C’mere.”

“But Techno, that’s our thing now!” Tommy exclaimed.

“It can be Wilbur’s thing too, Tommy.” Techno gave the blonde a patient smile, and Tommy’s little attitude diffused almost immediately. 

“Y’know what? Okay. But we look better.” 

If only it could stay this way forever.

messenger babe come back :(  I prommy I was just joking *reloads* *reloads* *re

Why is messenger dead

like actually

huh

My formal request for Ranboo angst

Posted >:)

messenger died i think so lemme just. 

work on my angst writing i guess >.>

:/

Remember? - Platonic Ranboo x Reader

Request: a formal request for Ranboo angst.

A/N: fair enough. sobs 

Theme: you wanted angst? I’ll give you angst. Cry.

Warnings: general angst and repeated words, buuuut if I miss something lemme know.

Characters: c!Ranboo, Y/N

If only he could remember what he'd done.

Maybe then Y/N wouldn't be cowering. Flinching at the sight of him.

"What did I do?" When his long-time friend wouldn’t answer, he took a few steps back and sat on the ground. “Y/N, please...” 

Y/N turned their head and hid their face, because as much as they would have loved to say that nothing had happened... they couldn’t. Not again. The amount of times that Y/N had played off Ranboo’s random outbursts and lapses in memories as him just sleepwalking was too many to count. Even worse, these episodes had become more and more frequent.

Awkwardly and slowly, Ranboo made his way closer to his friend, who just glared in such a sad way that tears pricked at the enderman hybrid’s eyes. It stung. Maybe he deserved it. Y/N had never looked at him this way.

“Don’t come any closer.” 

Ranboo stopped in his tracks, holding up his hands in a surrender. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t even know what you did.” 

Ranboo wiped at his eyes, which only stung more. Don’t get worked up. Please don’t get worked up. Don’t do it don’t do it don’tdoitdon’tdon’tdon’tdo-

He felt like he was floating, suspended in nothing but darkness. Where was Y/N? Where was the grass, the grass he always liked? Where did the flowers go? Where was everything?

He tried his hardest to shout, but his pleas were silenced, his words cut short.

And on the other end, Y/N slowly inched away from the Ranboo who wasn’t stuck. Who wasn’t pleading endlessly and silently for anyone to help him. 

Y/N could never forget the purple glow that had enveloped the once red and green of his eyes, which matched the telltale glow of his enchanted axe. 

There’s nothing I can do for you, Ranboo.

They ran, for that was the only thing they could do anymore.