Adjustment - SBI adoption AU

Chapter 5

Trigger Warning! - Slight mention of panic attacks and ptsd

Technoblade's POV:

"So, have you made your decision?" Ms. Parkinson asked.

We were back at the adoption center and telling her who we had chosen to adopt.

"Yes, we have. We have decided to adopt Tommy and Y/n," Phil says, a smile gracing his lips.

The woman visibly tensed, a worried expression on her face. She cleared her throat softly before speaking.

"Very well, but there are some things you need to know about them."

My eyes narrowed slightly. Based on her stiff posture, what she was telling us wouldn't be good.

"I'll start with how long they've been in the system," she says, looking down. "Tommy and Y/n have been in the foster system for 4 years, since they were six."

Phil gasped and my eyes widened a sliver. Wilbur's head snapped up from staring down at the ground.

"Why weren't they ever adopted?" Phil asked suddenly, worry etched into his features.

"Oh, they were adopted numerous times, but something always went wrong and they'd end up back here within a month at most."

"Why?" Wilbur asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

"Tommy and Y/n never spoke of what went on in those homes and I only know of what happened in a couple of them because the police were involved."

Phil leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "Could you tell us about what happened?"

Ms. Parkinson shook her head sadly. "It's not my place to tell you. You'd have to hear it from them. I only brought this up as a warning to let you know that it might take a while for Tommy and Y/n to warm up to you."

Phil smiled sadly. "Alright, thank you for telling us. We'll do our best to give them a nice home."

"That's good to hear," she said. "Now, I'll call them in here and you can tell them your decision. Then I'll need you to fill out some paperwork and you can be on your way."

"Thank you." Phil stood up and Wilbur and I followed suit.

Ms. Parkinson left the room to get the kids.

"I can't believe those kids have been through so much," Wilbur murmured, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

I nodded, remembering when Wilbur and I used to live here. It wasn't fun and luckily, Phil adopted us before we were here for too long.

"What do you think happened in those other homes?" Phil asked, turning to me.

"They might've been in an abusive household," I said simply. "Ms. Parkinson was implying that they both have past trauma. That could also mean that they are prone to nightmares, insomnia, flashbacks, panic attacks, or PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder)."

"You think so?" Phil asked worriedly.

I shrugged. "It's just an assumption, I don't actually know if they have any of that. Besides if they do, Ms. Parkinson will tell you so that you'll be able to handle it."

Phil nods silently, staring at the door Ms. Parkinson had left from.

The door handle turned and opened, revealing Tommy and Y/n. They stood close together, shoulders touching.

Ms. Parkinson left the room.

"Hey kids," Phil greeted, smiling warmly.

Tommy hummed a reply and Y/n gave a small smile. I could tell it was partially forced and that they both were nervous.

Y/n bit her bottom lip, most likely a nervous habit.

Wilbur smiled. "We have something to ask you."

Y/n released her bottom lip, blue eyes looking at Wilbur curiously.

Phil nodded in agreement, still smiling. "We've decided that we want to adopt both of you and we were wondering if that's alright with you."

I narrowed my eyes in focus to gauge their reactions. Tommy's eyes visibly widened momentarily before narrowing in suspicion.

Y/n tilted her head sideways like a confused puppy.

Y/n POV:

I tilted my head sideways in fake curiosity, masking the suspicion and shock I felt.

My heart pounded in my ears.

No one had ever given us a choice, they'd just act nice in front of Ms. Parkinson, adopt us, and then use us for their wants and needs.

An example of this would be a family adopting us just so they could say they were generous for doing so. That happened quite a few times so it wasn't uncommon.

This felt different though; their request felt genuine. I mentally slapped myself at how stupid I was being.

There was no way I could let my guard down yet, not that I have. My relaxed and calm demeanor was masking my suspicions, anxiety and hesitance.

I had always been good at concealing how I truly felt about a situation, a skill I picked up while being passed around from house to house.

I never cry in front of anyone, including Tommy.

I felt bad hiding how I truly felt from my twin, but I didn't want to burden him, so I smiled for him.

Tommy squeezed my hand, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Y/n."

I smiled at Tommy before turning back to the three men. "We would love to."

A/n: I apologize for the long wait! Also, I know that the story has been kind of slow but it will pick up pace, I promise.

Important Information - I forgot to mention that Tommy and Y/n are 10, so all interactions with them are completely platonic.

Since you and Tommy are siblings, I am using blonde hair and blue eyes for you, but feel free to imagine yourself however you want!