sibling hybrid!creeper reader headcannons/one-shot for SBI ( + ranboo? 🧍♀️ ) hurt/comfort. like maybe the reader struggles with emotions and doesn't know how to deal w/ them healthily
Warnings: anti-hybrid rhetoric/slurs (speciesism???), swearing, blood (not much, just mentions of a nose bleed)
It was completely an accident this time, it all just came so fast. You were standing in front of a store window when you felt something rub against your leg. When you looked down, panic engulfed your entire being when you saw an orange cat rubbing and nuzzling against your leg, letting out deep purrs. You had no clue why this cat wasn't chasing you like all other cats usually did, but you didn't want to ponder. You felt the familiar pressure building up inside of you as a startled hiss left your mouth and you jumped away from the creature. Your skin was sparking and popping as your freckles lit up in a glowing green light.
Finally, explosions left your skin as the glass shattered next to you and gravel was turned up and thrown about. You fell to your knees and rubbed at your burning eyes and wiped the blood from your nose. Exploding like that had always taken a lot out of you and made your nose bleed. You suspected that it was because of the sudden build up and release of pressure and energy.
The back of your shirt was grabbed and you were yanked off from the ground. There staring at you was the owner of the shop that you accidentally blew up. His green eyes were ablaze as he gritted his teeth and looked into your eyes.
"Do you have any idea what you just did?! You blew up my window!"
Small hisses left your mouth, "I-I'm sorry sir I swear I didn't mean t-"
"Like hell you didn't! Your kind always destroys everything!"
You stopped struggling and narrowed your eyes at him, "my kind?"
"Yes, hybrids! Filthy mutts, all you do is destroy! You're a bunch of freaks."
You could feel another explosion coming about and this time you did not even attempt to hold this one back. You stared him dead in the eyes with the harshest glare you could muster. As soon as the hisses started to leave your mouth and the freckles once again glowed green, the man's eyes widened before he threw you into the street away from the building. Another explosion left you and disassembled the neat cobblestone of the road. A single stone flew and shattered what was left of the store window. Another flew and hit the store owner in the head knocking him out.
And here you were now; hisses left your mouth as you ran down the beaten path of the village towards the exit. The iron golem following you was hot on your tail, it's booming footsteps picking up dust clouds from the gravel. Villagers around you scattered and started to whisper fearfully amongst themselves. You could feel their fearful and angry stares burning holes through you. After you got out of the village and the iron golem was still chasing you, you ducked into the forest where you knew it wouldn't follow you. You climbed up a tree and watched as the golem angrily smacked the foliage out of the way before it gave up and hobbled back into the village.
You dragged your feet tiredly back home, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed. Your senses were on overdrive as you were hyper aware of everything around you. You've never exploded twice within the span of ten minutes before, and it wore you out. Small exhausted hisses left your mouth as you trudged along the path.
After getting home you walked past a confused and concerned Wilbur, dodging his hands that were trying to grab you so he could get a better look at you. You walked up the stairs ignoring his questions and walked past Tommy.
"Hey sparky, what's got you lookin like shit?" He asked you before he started to laugh to himself at the nickname he knew you hated. You winced at the volume of his voice before you hissed angrily and stomped off into your room before you passed out immediately in your bed the second you threw yourself onto it.
You didn't wake up until a hand shook you awake firmly. You peeled open your eyes to see Tommy hovering over you looking slightly scared. When you fully opened your eyes, he sighed in relief.
"Oh my fucking Ender, I thought you died for a second."
You only groaned and covered your head with the covers trying to block out the morning light streaming into your room and Tommy's voice. He shook you more, your entire bed shaking with it. "Get up. Dad wants you downstairs for breakfast cuz you skipped lunch and dinner."
You said nothing as he ripped the covers off from you eventually and pulled you out of your bed. You landed on the floor with a thump and hissed a little in frustration. You stood up and pushed him out of your room and slammed the door behind him. The locked door handle jimmied before it stopped and everything was silent. You prayed that he went away, but alas he didn't. You rubbed your forehead when he started to knock at your door in multiples of two.
Knock knock, "(y/n)?" Knock knock, "(y/n)?" Knock knock, "(y/n)?" Knock kno-
"I'll be down in a minute fuckface. I'm gonna get dressed."
"If you aren't down in five minutes I'm getting Techno. He'll carry your ass down."
Downstairs, you shambled into the kitchen past the table and poured yourself a cup of coffee. Your family silently watched you before the conversation started back up again. You plopped down next to Wilbur and sipped at your coffee deliriously. He eyed you in concern, "you okay?" You hummed and poked at your eggs. You didn't feel hungry at all. "You su-"
"Yes, I'm sure Wilbur." You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and returned to your coffee. After your fourth cup of coffee you were cut off by a concerned Philza. Even after four cups of coffee, you still felt slightly physically drained and it showed in your sluggish movements. Your day went by with you holding in your frustration and anger from everybody constantly asking if you were okay. Days of holding in explosions passed with them finally leaving you alone. However, that did nothing to alleviate your bottled up frustrations.
Techno was sitting on the couch reading a book while Wilbur was sitting in the chair across the room trying to find the lyrics of his next song. Philza was in the kitchen doing who knows what. You were currently walking up to Tommy's room to say hi to your old friends Tubbo and Ranboo after getting home from a trip to another village.
That trip was rough for you but not as rough as the one a few days prior; you could only stand so much fear filled and hateful staring after all. Your creeper features consisting of pitch black irises and dark gray sclera, a mop of dark green hair, and green freckles sprayed randomly across your skin was definitely an attention grabber for anyone. A few of the kids even threw rotten tomatoes and stones at you, it was so hard holding in explosions by the time you left that you just felt very overwhelmed. Hanging out around the self proclaimed 'bench trio' always enough to calm you down from a rough day. Mellohi's muffled relaxed beat makes the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile.
However just as you opened the door to Tommy's room, you could hear their conversation end. "Hey guys, how're-"
A yelp left your throat as something very cold drenched your body. An iron bucket came tumbling down and hit your head before falling to the floor with a clank. The pressure that has been building up in your chest increased tenfold, but you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to walk to your room for a change of clothes. Behind you, you heard Tommy laughing hysterically while Tubbo tried to apologize between his own laughter. You didn't even have to look at Ranboo to know that he was guiltily fiddling with his sleeves as his tail flicked back and forth sharply.
After you went into your room, you grabbed your pillow and screamed as loud as you could into it to blow off some steam. After that didn't work, you tried punching the pillow relentlessly but that didn't work. You could still feel pressure and energy inside your chest lingering and threatening to burst.
You sighed and made your way downstairs walking past Tommy's door. You could now hear Ranboo laughing with them, and that just made you even more angry than you were before.
Everything around you was pissing you off. Philza's wings fluttering behind him subconsciously, Technoblade's little 'heh''s as he read something that caught him off guard in his book, Wilbur's humming and mumbling to himself as he composed his next song, Tommy's, Ranboo's, and Tubbo's loud laughter echoing from Tommy's room. Every little sound was enough to send you over the edge. Just as you were about to leave the house to calm down again, a knock sounded at the door.
Philza gently pushed you behind him with furrowed brows and a hand on the sword hung around his hip. Techno's book snapped shut as he stood up to grab his axe while Wilbur walked over to you and put a protective hand on your shoulder. You understood why they were cautious; you didn't normally get visitors and the last time the house did, it was someone that decided to try and attack Technoblade on sight when he opened the door screaming about how hybrids aren't natural. Keyword: tried. Techno absolutely would've killed him if it wasn't for Philza holding him back.
You felt anxiety creep up inside you as you fought against the small hisses trying to escape your mouth. The door opened slowly to reveal the store owner from a few days ago. His eyes hardened when he saw the wings sprouting from Philza's back before his eyes flicked to you. He did not look happy to see you behind your dad's massive wings. Without another word, you turned and ran up to your room when you felt the pressure become almost unbearable.
You ran past Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo who were leaving Tommy's room with hesitance. You didn't respond when they tried to stop you. Slamming your door closed, you sat on your bed with your head clutched in your hands desperately trying to fight against the pressure building up. Small pops sounded on your skin as you grit your teeth in concentration. You could hear knocking at your door, thank god you locked it behind you. You had no idea how long you were sitting there trying to hold it back.
When the pressure became too much and you felt yourself losing grip on your control, you knew you needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. This was going to be a huge explosion, probably the biggest one you were going to do. The loud continuous hiss that left your throat was something you weren't actively doing, another telltale sign that you were about to explode. You ripped open the door, pulled yourself from Tommy's grasp, and ran as fast as you could downstairs. Philza followed you with a furious expression when he saw you, the store owner seemingly having left.
"(Y/n), what in the hell did you do?" He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the living room. You tried your hardest to pull out of his grasp, but he was holding on too tight. The hissing had gotten slightly louder, but you moved a hand up to your mouth to try and muffle it. He sat you down on the couch and started pacing in front of you, his feathers puffed up angrily. Wilbur and Techno were eyeing you warily from across the room.
"What were you thinking, blowing up his store like that? Were you even thinking? Cuz that was stupid (y/n). Hybrids get enough bad rap, and you go and pull this?!"
"Dad-"
"Not now Wilbur. As I was saying, you could've killed someone! What would you do then-"
"Dad," Techno's assertive tone stopped Philza in his tracks as he ran a hand down his face. "What could you possibly want right now, boys?"
"(Y/n)'s gonna explode soon." Wilbur hurried over to you and helped you up. You could hear the three younger boys' steps thundering down the stairs. By now, you were visibly shaking and sweating with the effort of holding explosions back. You could see the glowing of your freckles through the reflection of Wilbur's glasses.
"Shit," Philza sounded panicked in that moment as Wilbur ushered you out of the house and into the forest. You pushed him away and stumbled your way deeper into the forest. You heard them attempting to follow you, but you gestured for them to get back. You had no idea how big this one was going to be, but it was definitely going to be large.
You ran deeper into the forest until you couldn't hold it back anymore. Leaning against a tree, you finally let yourself explode. This one was painful; your skin burned with every pop that emanated from your freckles, the burning making your free nerve endings scream at you. The last thing you saw was a wave of dirt splashing up before you blacked out.
You were in and out of consciousness for the next week or so. Whenever you would wake up slightly, it would only be for a couple moments before you would pass out again. It was in those moments that the pain and the lack of energy hit you at full force. You supposed being unconscious was better than the mental and physical fog and the pain.
By the time you fully woke up, your senses were slightly hyperactive, but nowhere near how you felt when you blew up that store. You reached up with a heavy hand to wipe at your crusty eyes before you heard rustling next to you. You looked over to see Philza standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand. When he saw that you were awake, he rushed to your side and helped you sit up. You took the water gratefully and drank it, the liquid refreshed your dry throat.
"How're you feeling?"
"Tired and a little sore. How long was I out for?"
"About a week, you really worried us. That was a really big one. Do you know why it was so big?"
You nodded and looked down at the water in your hands, swirling it around the glass. You didn't want to tell him about feeling angry and overwhelmed at every little thing around you the past few days. You felt guilty at that, they were just trying to live their lives while you were cursing them for merely existing. A finger under your chin made you look up at Philza. His eyes were full of gentleness and empathy, "c'mon, you can tell me. I want to help you."
"I don't know where to start."
"Start wherever you feel comfortable. Take as much time as you need." He sat on the edge of your bed and looked around your room while he waited. You took a second to gather your thoughts before you took a deep breath. Philza perked up and diverted his full attention to you.
"It started when I first blew up that guy's store. I swear it was an accident that time, a cat snuck up on me and rubbed on me," you shuddered, small hisses leaving your mouth. "The guy came out and picked me up by my shirt. He called us some names so I kinda got mad and blew up on purpose."
"'Us'?"
You nodded, "hybrids. He said that 'our kind' destroys everything." You glared at the glass in your hands, hissing in contempt and watching the freckles dully glow green. "He called us 'filthy mutts' and freaks, Dad." Philza looked slightly peeved at the name calling, "still, you shouldn't've blown up on him. You could've killed him, (y/n)."
"So you're saying that it's okay for him to call us slurs? Should we just let people slander us?" You narrowed your eyes at him. He shook his head, his medium length blond hair swaying with the movement. "Hell no, I'm not saying that at all. You should never let someone call you things, but violence is never the answer."
You huffed, crossing your arms, "frankly, he deserved what was coming to him. I just wish he didn't throw me before I could blow up."
"Hold on, he fucking threw you?" You nodded and watched his eyes darken and anger flash across his face, "violence is sometimes the answer then. Did he hurt you?"
"No, but I just felt so... so drained. But so overwhelmed at the same time. I've never exploded twice in the same day before."
He hummed in realization, "so that's why you slept through most of the day. Sorry, go on."
"After Tommy woke me up everything just felt worse. It was like everything around me was amplified. It was hell, the last few days I was just hyper aware of everything and it was pissing me off. Every little thing drove me crazy, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to exploding but I held it back until I couldn't anymore."
"(Y/n), you know that's not healthy... I talked to Sam, you remember right?" You shook your head, "well, he was an old friend of Wilbur's. He used to come here all the time before he had to move away. He's a creeper hybrid like you," he chuckled when you perked up, "he gave me some advice on your anatomy when you were growing up. Anyways, he told me that sensory overload is common when you explode. He said that it's normal to feel drained afterwards and to definitely get plenty of sleep. The sensory issues apparently get worse if your rest is interrupted, so that was probably why you felt overwhelmed in the past few days... He also told me that it really isn't healthy to explode more than once a day or to hold it in for longer than necessary. Please just come to me if you're feeling overwhelmed again or if you need to rest after exploding. I can even build you an obsidian building where you could go and not blow up anything."
"...I'd like that. What- what else did he tell you?" Philza chuckled and started to tell you more about what Sam told him about his anatomy. He even gave you Sam's comms contact so you could contact him if you had any questions or wanted some advice. He was a nice man when you talked to him, always having an answer for your questions. You even found old pictures of you as a baby following him around. Apparently you could tell that he was part creeper; wherever he was in the house, you were bound to be near him.
The rest of the day, you hung out with the rest of your family and the bench trio.
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Techno wasn't one for open affection, being the type to give you little trinkets and giving you suggestions on what to read next. Every time you woke up, you would find small objects ranging from gold to emeralds and books on your nightstand. He would vehemently deny being the one that gave you the items, but you and the rest of the family knew better. Sometimes, he would drop into your room to ask you what you thought of the book and have a thorough discussion about it with you while you were recovering.
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You leaned against Wilbur's side with his arm wrapped around you. The hand that was around you was rubbing circles into your shoulder. After he scolded you for bottling up your emotions, he climbed into your bed and pulled you to his side. Small hums left his throat.
"(Y/n)?" You hummed, your eyes half lidded and almost about to fall asleep. "Would you mind if I wrote a song about you? It would fit with the next album's theme."
"Knock yourself out." Your words were slightly slurred as you nuzzled closer to him. He laughed a bit, the sound being muffled and reverberating his chest. "Get some sleep. I'll brainstorm some ideas to run by you before you wake up."
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Hanging out with the self proclaimed 'bench trio' was always fun, even if you were on strict orders to stay in bed by Dadza. Nobody argues with a concerned Dadza, but they found other ways to hang out with you. Tommy had moved his jukebox into your room and was playing cat, the music soothing you immensely and putting an end to your worries. However, what didn't soothe you was the card game in front of you.
You were watching in horror as everybody put down a plus two card stacking the amount the victim would have to draw. So far, the plus two streak had already gone around the circle once and is now going around once more. It was nearing your turn and it was with great horror that you realized you didn't have a color changing card or a plus two card. The two cards in your hand felt heavy as you watched Ranboo pull out another card.
"Please Ranboo, I'll do anything. Don't put that card down." You watched as his ears twitched before he smiled innocently at you, putting the card down and laughing at you when you started the long process of drawing fourteen cards and sorting them.
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
"Get fucked (y/n)!" Tommy cackled at you. You flipped him off before you went back to sorting the cards. Tubbo put down a plus four color changing card and smiled at Tommy.
"Sorry Tommy, but uno and the color is now red!"
"Goddamnit Tubbo! That's the one color I don't have," he grumbled and drew four cards. Ranboo smiled triumphantly and put down his last card before showing you his empty hands. "What?! You didn't even say uno!" You eyed his smug smile with disbelief.
"You guys didn't call me on it though."
"That's not the rules, Ranboo! You have to say uno!" Tommy argued. Long story short, the rules had to be looked up and the family had to be consulted before your group came to the conclusion that you in fact do not have to call out uno and the other players could call them out on it. Eventually after a few tense games, the three were sitting on your bed. Ranboo had some difficulty with it due to his height, but he managed with his legs crossed.
"(Y/n) do you reckon you could become charged if you were hit by lightning?"
"Tubbo, you're a genius," Tommy breathed out, "let's go see!"
"No, you will not go see. Sit back down." Wilbur called out as he passed your room. The group slumped slightly. "We'll see when I get better. Mark my words, the next thunderstorm that happens I will see if I can be charged." You whispered to them, your eyes glinting with mischief.
"I don't really think that's a good idea."
"Of course it is, Ranboo. It probably won't kill them."
"Probably?" Ranboo raised an eyebrow at Tommy's nonchalant answer. "Yes, probably."
"I still have three lives left. If I die, I die." You wove a hand in the air as you spoke and watched as Tubbo nodded in agreement. "Do it for science, (y/n)."
"Oh I will. For science!" You raised your water glass in the air and Tommy and Tubbo followed suit with wide smiles. "For science!"
You three turned to stare at a deadpanning Ranboo. He sighed before he raised his glass of milk and let out a monotone "for science." You, Tommy, and Tubbo cheered as you clanked your glasses together. You could see a hint of a fond smile on Ranboo's face as he watched you three chug your waters before he downed his milk in one swallow.
You smirked at them and leaned close, talking lowly so that anyone passing by wouldn't overhear you. "So, what's our plan?"
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