OMG I LOVE HOW TOMMY YELLED TO WILBUR AND CALL HIM WILBITCH LMFAO-
Thank you for making my day way more better! It's just so accurate how you described their dynamic just what the-
Also, Would you mind to make maybe a headcanon about SBI Family (street fighters yes and sorry for asking them again-) are become protective of Female! Teenager! Y/n? By that I mean, Y/n is not really good fighter but she really likes music and drawing. Because of that she is not into a fighting - some of the people make a fun of it and one day they even left on her face a big bruise. She tried to hide it until one of the SBI member find out and they became really angry/protective.
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P!Sleepy Bois X FEM!reader (Family dynamic)
Fluff (A little bit of violence + angst and swearing.)
The freshly painted bus stop glistened, you sat there tuning your ukelele while thinking of things to draw for an art assignment that was due next week. You hear your father's car pull up, "Hey, mate. Hop in! Me, Wil, and Techno have a got a game on and I wanted to take you this time. I owe you takeaway food, so I thought it was only fair to take you." The van door slid open as you scooted over, flipping Tommy off while trying to get in your seat. The van then began to move as your bag slid onto the floor of the car, the seatbelt that was withholding you tightened.
About an hour later you arrived safely at the underground entrance to the venue, the grey brick wall looking somewhat dull. Phil took out his keycard, the metal door making a *Ding!*. A bright green light illuminated the keycard swipe. Access granted.
He led you and your older brother down to the backstage part of the venue, reminding the pair of you to not get in trouble. You and Tommy sat yourselves on the lounge near the staircase that you two had walked down, Phil slid open a door that led into the men's room, Wilbur and Techno exiting at the same time.
"Y/N!" Wilbur squeaked, hugging you. His black and orange-ish yellow jacket clinging on to your skin slightly. Techno waved at you and sat down on the couch, running a hand through his faded pink hair. "Can you can see my brown hair coming through, kid?" You nod with a smile on your face. "Looks like I'll have to give you another hair cut as well, Techno." Wilbur responds while adjusting his glasses. Phil walks out in his referee uniform, "Okay, boys! Time to roll out. Also Tommy can you do me a favour?" Tommy nods his head and changes his sitting position. "If anything happens to you two, feel free to beat them up. For example some asshat decides to give you two trouble, beat their ass. You hear me, Tom?" "Yup. Got it, dad." Tommy hums to your dad. The three older men go out of the small semi-enclosed room, sliding the opened red velvety curtain closed.
For at least 3 hours you and Tommy managed to keep entertained via drawing each other and making up stupid songs together. On the 5th song that you two had made this evening a pair of drunken men had attacked you and Tommy. You both managed to get those two older men out of the room, but you had your face littered with bruises. Tommy had somehow managed to not get hurt, but you on the other hand looked like you had been bitten by raccoons.
"Don't move, Y/N!" Tommy tried to apply a band-aid to your face, the curtain slid open to reveal all three of your older family members. You and Tommy jumped and began to panic. "What the hell happened, you two?" Phil frowned, running over to check on you both. "Who did this?" He said. He scanned your faces for injuries. Tommy sighed and gritted his teeth, that sigh soon turning into sadness. "We were beat up by two strangers. They called Y/N weak and I just had to!-" Tommy was cut off by Wilbur sharpening his blade, smirking sadistically. "I'll have them apologize soon. Don't you all worry." Wilbur said. "Wilbur S. Minecraft! No. You will not kill anyone, we are leaving now."
Techno growled and tried to walk off, ready to brawl with whoever hurt you. "Techno." Phil says sternly. "Fiiiinnnne." The twins groan. Phil hugs you and Tommy, "It's okay, kids." You and Tommy grip onto Phil and sob for a bit. "Okay, get your stuff you all. We're leaving to get takeaway. Then after we'll go home once we get the food, understood?" Phil spoke, you all nod quietly and collect all your things. The five of you walked up the grey staircase and open the door.
The cold midnight air hit your band-aided face, it felt nice. You heard the beep of the door that you had came through, it was now locked until someone else with a keycard swiped. You all climbed into the van, Tommy told a story as you all climbed in. "I love being a pro at videogames because you see that I am the best and most biggest.-" "Shut up, gremlin!" Wilbur laughed as he climbed into the front passenger seat, dragging his bag behind him and putting his glasses on. Techno happily smiled as he shuffled into the back with you and Tommy, he seated himself near the right window.
Soon after getting in you a set off to get Chinese food, the smell of it in the bags calmed you, the rest of the boys told stories as hit pop songs played over the radio. You got home late but it was totally worth it, just to spend time with your family. It was just one of those nights.
