Request: No
Mcyt: Sbi, Fundy, Niki, Schlatt (mentions Dream Team, Badboyhalo & Skeppy)
Type: Fluff
Age: All around 15-16 | Tommy: 12 | Phil: 24
AU: Irl

A/N: The title might be hard to read so if it is for you, it says "Sorry I can't control it" I've had this idea for a while and I'm finally going to write it. Hope it goes well lmao. Enjoy :]

*_*

*third person*
Growing up, Wilbur always had trouble with speaking. It wasn't always a problem, as he had grown out of it over time.

But that doesn't mean it went away permanently.

He grew up with a stutter. It was a normal thing in his speech, something out of his control. Luckily, he had Technoblade to help him control it. Plus Phil was a massive help.

By time they had adopted Tommy, Wilbur almost never stuttered. He only did when he was either really excited, nervous or scared. When he heard he was going to have a younger brother, he stuttered.

F L A S H B A C K

"You guys are going to have a little brother!" Phil exclaimed, smiling widely at his two oldest.

Wilbur and Techno looked at each other, eyes shimmering in excitement. They had been asking for the longest time, and now their dream is coming true.

"Really?! Actually you- really?" Techno said, tripping over his words. He jumped up and down.

"I've al-always w-w-ant-ed on-e!" Wilbur shouted, both Techno and Phil catching the stutter. It had been a long time since they had last heard the stutter. But they knew he was excited.

"Of course! Shall we leave now?" Phil grabbed his keys and watched the two boys sprint to the door, lazily tying their shoes.

F L A S H B A C K  O V E R

Now, Wilbur and Techno are fifteen. They have met the nicest people and are so glad they've been accepted into their respective friend groups.

Wilbur stayed around Niki Nihachu, Fundy and Jschlatt. While Techno was over with the Dream Team - Clay Dream, George Notfound and Nick Sapnap - plus Badboyhalo and Skeppy.

They were happy with their lives. They kept things to themselves that didn't need to be said - Wilbur's stutter included - and shared their hobbies with them.

Sometimes when Wilbur did stutter, it was a lot and he needed Techno's help. Normally this was at home when talking to Phil or Tommy and he just needed Techno to help him sort out his words.

He kept the stutter to himself mainly out of embarrassment. He didn't want to be known as the fifteen year old who stuttered like a toddler. He wanted to be known as Wilbur Soot Minecraft, a happy, bubbly, music loving dork.

And that's how he was known.

But all good things must come to an end eventually..

*present time: third person*

Wilbur woke up to his alarm at 6:45am. He groaned and slapped it, turning it off but also knocking it off of his bedside table. He huffed and stood up, putting it back gently.

He put on his outfit of choice which was a white button up, beige crew neck over top, matching beanie, black jeans, random pair of white shoes he saw and his glasses. (His fit in Tommy's video is adorable I had too. Though I have no clue what shoes he was wearing lul)

He jumped down stairs, seeing his Dad eating breakfast already and his exhausted looking twin nearly falling asleep in cereal.

"Tech keep your head up!" He said, tilting his brother's head backwards. "Your supposed to eat the cereal, not sleep in it."

He got an annoyed huff in reply and he went to make his own cereal.

Tommy was laying on the couch, falling asleep. He had a cold so he wasn't aloud to go to school. (Covid doesn't exist, don't worry)

He packed up his stuff, said goodbye to Tommy and Phil, then walked out the door with his twin.

Nearly at the school, he remembered something. He was supposed to get a text saying whether or not his music was going to get released. He'd been working on his album for such a long time, and hoped it was good enough. (I dunno how publishing music works so this is probably the furthest thing from accurate, forgive me.)

"You suddenly seem excited.." Techno said in his normal monotone voice. Wilbur giggled.

"Yeah I'm g-gonna get a text s-eeing if my-my music will get re-eleased!" He stuttered. His face flushed red and he covered it with his hands.

Techno grabbed his hands and pulled them down. He stopped walking and looked Wilbur in the eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed by your stutter. It's just part of you. You know that if you stutter too much I'll help you out. Your friends won't judge you, okay?"

Wilbur nodded and they entered the school, separating to their groups on different sides of the class.

what time is it? it's time for lunch! (anyone watch bubble guppies?-)

Wilbur sat down next to Niki, Fundy and Schlatt on the other side. They normally sat in the corner of the cafeteria as it was the more quiet section. Plus, they didn't want to shout just to have a conversation.

"Wilbur didn't you say you might get that text soon?" Niki asked, taking her bag off of her back and pulling her lunch out.

Wilbur nodded. "Yeah! I should get it in uh...ten-ish minutes." He said, covering his stutter that wanted to come out.

'You can't stutter. They can't know. It's always been this way and you can't ruin that.' He told himself as he bit into his sandwich.

The four continued to eat, talking about this and that to pass the time until the message came.

Wilbur had stopped eating at some point out of nervousness. He was never able to eat when he was nervous.

"Cmon Wil, you have to eat!" Niki said, pushing one her granola bars towards her (anyone remember trading food with your best friends?). He looked at it and shook his head, pushing it back.

"I know I have to Niki but I can't eat w-when I'm nervou-us." He said, his voice wavering. He didn't want to stutter in front of them. It's weird to do that. (no it's not, by the way)

"Don't be nervous, kid. You're fine. Your music is great and you're gonna make it." Schlatt said, smiling at the nervous kid.

Wilbur nodded, still nervous. He was going to tell them he was going to get Techno, knowing that his stutter would be far to big to make out a full sentence, when his phone buzzed.

"Answer it!" Fundy said, waving the phone in Wilbur's face. He grabbed it from Fundy and opened his phone.

1 message.

He opened it.

'Dear Wilbur,
   We took a look at your album and we saw flawless talent from you. We will contact your father, Philza, about the official release date. Thank you! And congrats!
   -Amanda'

(Question; how the f u c k does this work lmaoo)

He read it over and over again, not being able to believe it. He made it.

Holy crap, he MADE IT!

"Well?" Niki questioned, just as excited about it as the rest of the table. Even Schlatt was excited, and you don't see that very often.

Before Wilbur said anything, he quickly texted Techno to come to their table with a brief explanation.

Wilbur looked up at his friends and nodded, smiling widely. He got cheers from them, though they blended into the loud football players a few tables behind them.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his twin walking over and sitting on the other side of him.

"I got your text. You made it?" Wilbur nodded.

Techno gave him a look that basically said 'Hey, talk because you know they won't judge you'. He rolled his eyes which was basically a reply of 'Fine. But you owe me'. (I forgot how to spell that word please it looks so wrong- is that right? wirbndkanw-)

Though Wilbur gave him the look, he still didn't talk, just continued to listen to his friends gushing over his achievement.

"Congrats Wil, you deserve it." Techno spoke, looking at his brother along with his friends. He suddenly go nervous, knowing his friends would now hear his stutter. He was nervous that he'd have to talk plus excited about his album so he already knew his stutter would be through the roof.

'You're fine. If Techno says so, you are. He never lies.' He thought.

"T-t-thank y-y-y-you-u!" He stuttered, immediately blushing from embarrassment. Techno nudged shoulders with him, a silent way for him to say "good job".

"Of course. I know this means a lot to you." [t]

Fundy looked at him in confusion, Schlatt didn't seem bothered and Niki looked like she almost adored the fact he stuttered.

"Why'd you stutter?" Fundy asked, clearly confused.

Niki slapped his shoulder lightly. "It's fine if he does Fundy! You can't just ask people that!" She defended Wilbur, her German accent coming through more.

"N-n-no i-t-t's f-fine! I gre-w-w-w u-up-p wit-h a s-s-st- FUCK!" He interrupted himself, banging his hand on the table, followed by his forehead.

"He grew up with a stutter. He stutters whenever he's nervous, excited or scared. It frustrates him sometimes, so please be patient. It'll go away fully by next block. Sometimes he does need me - like right now - to help him out when it gets to be too much." Techno clarified, finishing Wilbur's statement.

Man is he glad he called Techno over when he did.

"That's adorable!" Niki said (PLATONIC I STG-), "Do you want me to tell other people? Or just keep it between us?"

"J-just us-s for-r-r n-no-w.." He said, his stutter slowing down more.

The whole ordeal went way better then Wilbur could've ever imagined. There was no glares or mocking, it was just support. Niki was super patient about it, helping out whenever Techno wasn't around. Fundy was supportive as well, at least in his own special way and Schlatt did mock him quite a bit, but with consent from Wilbur and Technoblade.

He didn't want to get his ass beat by that scary pink long haired teen.

No one else mentioned it whenever he did, they just kept the conversation going.

He assumed Techno lectured them all. Hell, Sapnap didn't even mock him. That's saying something.

End A/N: I speedran this in one day. Sorry if there's any typos anywhere, my RV was cold and I have no motivation to do a spell check. Anyways that's really it. I'll start requests soon, I won't make a promise I can't keep though.

-Starby/Phaser <3