Tubbo X Male Sibling Reader

The sun was high in the sky, casting warm rays over the grassy fields and flower-dotted hills of the Dream SMP. You stretched your arms above your head, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the day as you walked toward the small wooden house you shared with your brother, Tubbo. Living in the SMP wasn’t always easy, but moments like this made it all worth it.

You heard Tubbo’s voice before you saw him. He was talking—more like rambling—about something as you turned the corner to find him crouched next to the bee farm, carefully tending to one of the hives. His oversized yellow sweater was speckled with dirt and grass stains, but he didn’t seem to care. Tubbo was always happiest when he was working with his bees.

“You know, Beeatrice,” he said to one of the buzzing insects, “it’s not about the honey. It’s about the journey of making the honey. Isn’t that right?”

“Talking to your bees again?” you teased, leaning against the fence. Tubbo’s head shot up, and he grinned widely when he saw you.

“Oh, hey! Didn’t hear you coming.” He stood, brushing his hands off on his pants. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in on you,” you said. “And maybe remind you to eat something. I don’t think bees are going to bring you lunch.”

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Trained delivery bees. Imagine it: a swarm of bees bringing you fresh-baked bread.” Tubbo laughed at his own joke, his eyes lighting up with that familiar mischievous glint.

You shook your head, smiling. “You’re impossible. Come on, let’s head inside. I made sandwiches.”

Tubbo’s face lit up. “Oh, you’re the best! I was starving.”

The two of you walked back to the house, Tubbo chattering away about his latest plans for expanding the bee farm. He had so many ideas, and you couldn’t help but admire his enthusiasm. It was one of the things you loved most about him—his ability to find joy and excitement in the smallest things.

Inside, the house was warm and cozy, the scent of fresh bread lingering in the air. You placed the sandwiches on the table, and Tubbo plopped down in a chair, wasting no time before digging in.

“So,” he said between bites, “what’ve you been up to? Any adventures?”

“Not really,” you replied, taking a seat across from him. “I’ve been working on fixing up the old barn near the hill. Thought it might make a good place to store extra supplies.”

“That’s a great idea,” Tubbo said, his eyes widening. “We could even use it to keep more bees! Or… oh, oh! What about a community project? Something everyone can use.”

“Like what?” you asked, curious.

“I don’t know yet. Maybe a workshop? Or a meeting place? Something cool. We could ask Tommy and Ranboo to help out.”

You smiled at his excitement. Tubbo always had a knack for bringing people together, even when things in the SMP felt chaotic. “Let’s finish the barn first,” you said with a laugh. “Then we can worry about making it cool.”

Tubbo grinned, raising his sandwich in a mock toast. “To teamwork, then. And to my amazing brother who always has my back.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t fade. “Right back at you, Tubbo.”

As the two of you sat there, sharing lunch and tossing ideas back and forth, you felt a deep sense of gratitude. Life in the SMP was unpredictable, but no matter what happened, you knew you and Tubbo would always have each other.