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Barbies and Sindys (Little!Tubbo and Tommy, CG!Wilbur)

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!warning for some arguing/shouting!

Setting: IRL Minecraft
Summary: With Wilbur as their babysitter, the two little boys get into a fight over their dolls.

so if you're not british or just don't know (or both lol), Sindys are dolls that were only really made in the UK and aren't even produced any more

i thought i could put that knowledge into a story, sooooo here we are!
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"Say bye-bye to Phil and Techno, guys!" Wilbur told the two littles, holding one of both of their hands.

"Baii!" Tommy exclaimed, waving with his other hand to the men leaving the house. Wilbur chuckled at his excitement, slipping his hand away to ruffle the boy's blond hair.

"Bye-bye," Tubbo called after them, certainly calmer than his best friend but hey, Wilbur didn't expect much else.

Even when regressed, Tommy could be obnoxiously loud but somehow still incredibly lovable. Just the same, Tubbo was just gentile and considerate as when he's big, and just as much of a bee fan as well.

The boys insisted on waiting til they couldn't see the car on the street anymore, but after that they got bored fast. So, to keep them busy, Wilbur brought out a bin of toys for them to pick through and play with. Plus he turned on the TV, flicking through the channels til he found some random cartoon for background noise. Wilbur sat with the boys in the living room for about an hour, entertaining them with puppets and skits and whatever else he could think of. After that hour, though, Tubbo tugged on his pant-leg until he had his caregiver's attention.

"What is it, Bee?" Wilbur asked the little boy.

"'M hungy, Wilby," Tubbo whined, poking at his stomach sadly and laying his head on the older's knee.

"I'd hungwy too, Wilby!" Tommy chimed in. His stomach grumbled, and he scrunched his nose up at the sound. Tubbo giggled, reaching over to poke the blond's stomach gently.

"Your tummy made noises!" He bubbled, giggling more when Tommy poke him gently back. They went back and forth at this for long enough that they didn't even notice that Wilbur had left to go make them lunch.

By time they did, they didn't even really care. In reality, Tommy and Tubbo were more invested in the drama between their dolls rather than eating lunch - although they still wanted that, too. Wilbur was having a good time by himself, too, making grilled cheese sandwiches and heating up tomato soup, soft hums floating around him as he did so. He had to say, this had been more enjoyable than he'd thought; he hadn't burned down the kitchen, the boys were playing, and everything seemed peaceful.

Keyword: seemed.

All of a sudden, Wilbur heard shouts back and forth from the living room, and he turned the stove off - because he's responsible like that - before rushing back into the room where the boys had been playing. There he found Tommy and Tubbo wrestling, a doll in Tommy's hand and holding it away from the brunet.

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Wilbur announced his presence, making both boys look up. Tubbo clambered up off of Tommy, wrapping his arms around Wilbur and giving him his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Wilby! Tom tooks mah doll!" Tubbo cried dramatically, pulling at the back of Wilbur's shirt. "Make 'im give back!"

"Tommy! Why would you do that?" Their caregiver scolded, one hand on his hip and the other petting Tubbo's hair.

"Tubs won' shawe! I asks bu' he kep sayin' noes!" Tommy pouted, arms crossed and holding the Sindy doll to his chest. Wilbur nodded in understanding, now directing his stern but soft gaze down on Tubbo, who had his face hidden in the taller's shirt.

"Tubbo? Is this true?"

The brunet little hesitated, but then nodded against Wilbur's shirt. The caregiver sighed deeply, gesturing for Tommy to come join their little huddle on his other side. He did, and the three sat in silence while Wilbur contemplated what to say. After a few seconds, he found his words.

"I'm not mad," he assured the boys, ruffling either of their hair, "but you have to share Bee, it's only fair. And even if he won't, you can't get mad like that Bug. I'm not going to punish either of you, but don't let it happen again, okay?"

"Mkay," Tubbo agreed, smiling sweetly when Wilbur leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Otay..." Tommy muttered, not pleased with getting scolded but willing to agree if it meant he didn't get put in timeout. Wilbur kissed his forehead, too, then led the two into the kitchen where their soup and sandwiches were waiting.

Safe to say that there were no more arguments that day.
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:DD these three are so sweet together i love it

next chapter is a Tommy hurt/comfort one, with caregiver techno as well!! pretty pog, right?

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