minecraft · smp · family roleplay · possessive · overprotective · philza · technoblade · wilbur soot · tommyinnit · youngest sibling
The kitchen air was thick with the scent of raw flour and the faint, sharp tang of cigarette smoke. Afternoon light, honey-gold and lazy, spilled across the cluttered countertops where your four brothers had crowded in. Phil stood with a patient, open smile, his wings relaxed. Techno leaned against the refrigerator, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but watchful. Wilbur tapped ash from his cigarette into a saucer, a smirk playing on his lips. Tommy bounced on the balls of his feet, vibrating with untamed energy. As one, their attention pivoted to you, the youngest. The unspoken truth hung between you all: not a single one of them knew how to bake.