Dream SMP Agere (REQUEST BASED)

Road Trip

Requested by: @loyd_146

Little: Wilbur

Cg(s): Philza, Techno, Tommy

Plot/Request: can you maybe do babyspace Wilbur (0-1) and cg SBI (Techno, Phil, Tommy) and them like going on a road trip with Wilbur while he is regressed

Running up the creaky stairs of their home, Tommy excitedly raced to Wilbur's room to alert him that they were going on a road trip! He planned to tell Will by loudly singing "Road Trip" by Dream, but his plans changed when he reached Wilbur's room.

Will was under a blanket, sucking on a paci while tightly clutching a blue sheep stuffie.

"Shi- Hi bubs! Want me to go get Phil?" cooed Tommy. The little nodded, prompting Tommy to go downstairs and retrieve Phil.

"Hey dad, um... Will's small right now. Really small."

"Like, baby small?"

"Baby small." Tommy confirmed. Phil raced up the stairs to his baby boy, his only son, his everything. "Hey bubs." He said softly, careful not to startle the little. "Hi papa!" Will giggled, clearly happy to see his father. "How old is my sweet baby boy?" Inquired Phil, wanting to gage the situation. Wilbur hesitated, then held up a single finger. "So small!" Cooed Phil. "Does my baby boy need a pull-up?" Wilbur nodded, Phil already getting up. After dressing the boy, Phil held his hand and gently guided him down the stairs. Techno walked in the door, wearing full netherite armor and holding the Orphan Obliterator, making him look rather threatening. Wilbur, as small as he was, began to cry and hold onto Phil as though he was the only thing keeping Will safe. Technoblade, immediately noticing the behavior, took off all his armor and dropped his weapon. "Hey buddy," Techno said softly. "It's just me, kiddo. It's just Techie." Calming down instantly, Wilbur took quick, wobbly steps in order to reach Techno, possibly his favorite caregiver of the three, as Technoblade allowed him candies and other sweets. 

Although Wilbur wasn't non-verbal at the moment, he clearly didn't plan on speaking much. As Tommy entered the room, Will chose to take a seat at his play table, and began coloring. Tommy, walking over to Phil, had both curiosity and disappoinment obvious on his face. "So... No road trip, huh?" Phil, humming as he made Wilbur a bottle of angel milk (milk, sugar, and vanilla warmed up), replied "Actually, I think Will would enjoy it. We'd have to be careful, but I think it'd be a good experience." Joy lit up Tommy's face, as he excitedly but silently raced up the stairs to get whatever he and Wilbur would need. Smiling, Phil approached Wilbur, kneeling down. "Hey bubs, do you want papa to feed you?" Happily Will turned to look at Philza, deciding that "Papa do's it!" Chuckling, Phil held his regressed son close and fed him, ruffling his hair and kissing his forehead. 

Once Will finished, Phil decided to tell him the plan for the day. "We're gonna get allllllll of us in the car, and we're gonna drive around all day!" Will seemed ecstatic, so Phil helped Tommy get what Wilbur would need as Techno looked after him, sneaking him treats. Eventually, three bags filled with little gear, two bags filled with unnecessary junk Tommy decided to bring, a single bag consisting of snacks and first aid equipment, and a suitcase hiding Technoblades weapons and armor in case of emergency were loaded into the car, along with the group of four. Tommy, being considerate, asked Wilbur if he was okay with loud music right now. The second Wilbur nodded his approval, the song "Road Trip" began to blast out of the cars black speakers at an unreasonably high volume. Giggling, Wilbur did his best to sing along. "people chang like da tides in da osean! I tink or am I ded wong? Fot on da bweak at da wight I don notice!" Tommy, loudly singing along with the mentally younger, couldn't keep a smile off his face. Techno was listening to his own playlist on his phone, mumbling lyrics. "I wear a mask with a smile for hours at a time, stare at the ceiling while I hold back what's on my mind..." Wilbur, who didn't register that Technoblade was singing lyrics, became worried. "Techie no!! You don got ta pweten wif us!" Techno smiled, and rubbed the younger's head. "It's a song, kiddo. I'm okay. How could I not be, with such a cute little around?" Techno tapped the boys nose, mumbling a small "boop!" before turning back around and continuing his music, though notably with the absence of saying lyrics.

Later, after dinner (Wilbur had insisted on McDonald's), they pulled back into their driveway. Wilbur had fallen asleep after eating, so Techno carried him inside and set him on the bed. Tucking him in, he placed a kiss on the littles forehead, a rare display of affection. Wilbur knew his caregivers loved him, but he had no idea how much.

Sorry if it wasn't what you had in mind!!