MCYT oneshots (requests open!)

lull of byes (SBI lol)

( @CygnusMutai

this is the last of the requests I'm finishing up from you! hurt/comfort but mostly comfort. and wilbur singing/ strumming tommy to sleep. :) have fun)

Phil's POV (I suck at his POV shit)

"Techno," I crossed my arms sternly, looking my oldest in the eye, "I think it's time we tell your younger siblings."

"Well, I for one, don't think it's time," he retorts flippantly.

I slam my fist against the dining table in urgency, "Look, Techno! I get it- this is difficult for the both of us. But you need help! They have to know."

"No they don't," my son whispers, head buried in his knees.

"Techno, you need to take on this responsibility. The first step is letting your brothers know," my breath stops short, and I inhale slightly, "-that they're going to be uncles. Scratch that, they already are."

"They don't need to know, Phil!" Techno replies hoarsely, "It's just too embarrassing."

"Techno, your younger brother knocked up a shapeshifter at the age of 18 and now he has a son. You're 25, and you have a son as well now. You really think they'll judge you?"

"Tommy will," Techno doesn't relent, and I rub my temples in annoyance.

"Tommy will complain he didn't get to name him, at worst."

I can hear a sniffle emit from my son, and it's sad that he's genuinely terrified of this. Wilbur jumped straight into parenting, and he's doing fine. Kinda. But, those two are completely different, after all. An ear-splitting noise is made as I scrape my chair back from the table, getting up. 

"Ah, come 'ere kiddo." I muster a smile, and he looks up, then awkwardly stands and embraces me.

"What if they judge me for not being with his mom?" Techno sobs into my neck, clinging onto my kimono's fabric.

"Let me repeat, Techno. Wilbur explained in explicit detail how he fucked a shapeshifter while in its shift. And then, how she's now somewhere in a bucket. They will not give a single fuck," I laugh.

Techno chuckles slightly in response, "Well, that is the truth."

"Damn right it is!" I reply with a smirk on my face.

I look past our embrace and at the floor that the little, inhuman child that was crawling on the floor, lucky that Wilbur and Tommy hadn't seen him.

Wilbur's POV (50 minutes prior, when Phil and Techno were still arguing)

"What do you think they're talking so loudly about?" Tommy questioned me, trying to reach my beanie. I smack his hand away, because sitting perched on my head is not only my beanie, but also my wonderful son.

Fundy catches on and so, being the sassy preschooler he is, he spits in Tommy's hair with perfect accuracy.

"Hey!" Tommy yells.

Fundy and I share a laugh as Tommy continues to grumble, still listening through the walls.

"Seriously, they're being very loud, though."

"These walls are incredibly thin, Tommy," I say pointedly, prodding at the paint job on the walls of Tommy's room.

"Yes, but they're shouting, Wilbur," Tommy deadpans.

"Maybe they're having an argument," I shrug, but then take a moment to prop Fundy upright, making sure he was clinging onto my neck so he didn't fall off of me.