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Intro and Requests

Hello! My name’s Mae, and I do MCYT writing. 

I do not do ‘x Reader’ anymore, I just do general writing of characters now. I do however take things such as AUs or headcanons as requests. Things such as attaching a song/colour/concept and a character/duo/group are encouraged.

Requests are: open!

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Characters I write for:

- Technoblade

- Philza

- Wilbur

- Tommyinnit

- Ranboo

- Punz

- Slimecicle (we stan a goopy guy.)

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Things I write:

- Fluff

- Angst

- All sorts of AUs 

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Things I DON’T write:

- NSFW

- Incestuous stuff

- Minor-Adult ships. 

Weirdcore/Glitchcore/Dreamcore MCYT AU notes...

I think I’ve posted too much albeit just making the new account but HERE WE GO. 

This was an idea that I had forever ago (as in like a week or two ago sdjfhksd) and so I’m gonna put them here.

Characters: Natalia (My OC, Nattums, who I’m using for my book..), Wilbur, Tommy, Techno, Dream, George, and Sapnap.

Warnings: weirdcore/glitchcore/dreamcore, bit of body gore (as in giant holes in the body and eyes all over skin mention), a bit of derealisation, eerie vibes, bit of a trauma mention, and really fucking weird music to go with it all that I don’t recommend if you get freaked out by weird derealisation and glitchcore music... Lemme know if I missed any triggers!

- All of them have some kind of telepathic connection to each other. - When stressed, eyes sprout off their skin. - Everything feels slightly off at all times. - They all speak in far-away or “dreamy” tones. - Nobody else but the MCYTs actually exist. No parents or anything. The rest of the people around them have names consisting of symbols. -People who have caused them trauma, though, have names consisting of black squares. - Each person is missing a piece of them. A hole in their midsection with a specific shape depending on the emotion they are: 1. missing 2. want the most 3. feel strongest but it’s never reciprocated, or 4. cause people to feel.

Symbols:

Heart - love Circle - calm Square - anger Triangle - pain Diamond - sadness Star - disgust Flower - happiness

Natalia has either a diamond, heart, or flower. She usually feels intense sadness, feels love that is never reciprocated, or makes people happy/wants to be happy.

Wilbur has a heart. This could be interpreted in any way, but I knew for sure he was a heart guy.

Tommy has a square or diamond. He’s very angry, or he never feels sadness/makes people around him sad.

Techno has a triangle, square, or a diamond. He never feels pain or sadness, or he harbours a very quiet anger that causes him to act out.

Dream has a triangle or square, or even a star. Like Techno, he never feels much pain due to how skilled he is, so he often inflicts it instead, and he is often angry like Techno, but he could also easily be disgusted by others showing him sympathy, or he makes others disgusted with him.

George is definitely a circle. He’s always very calm in this and that causes him problems. He’s so calm that he has no sense of danger.

Sapnap is either a star or square. He’s judgemental, or angry a lot of the time. I often associate fire with anger.

“Theme Songs” or Association Songs:

Natalia - Vocaloid Utopia, Moment, You Are a Useless Child, Still Life, Untrust Us, Oblivion

Wilbur - Backroom Labyrinth, Dreamcore, Suicide Hour, Suffer With Me

Tommy - Pizzacat!, Worm Rave, Bleed DMG +6, Microchip

Techno - What Do They Know?, HAHA, Six Forty Seven

Dream - Perfect Nothing, Masquerade, Ghost, Nowhere to Run

George - Kaleidoskull, Temptation Stairway, Living Island

Sapnap - I Threw Glass at my Friend’s Eyes and Now I’m on Probation, LEGO, Monster Energy Gun, I’m Yer Dad, Ibitbt

reblogging this from my old blog’s sideblog, but instead I’m trying not to write x Reader but its STILL AWKWARD. The fic in question is still going to be x OC though.

Because the characters paired with Sapnap, Techno, and whoever else are OCs, unfortunately the series is not an X Reader fic. I hardly ever write X Readers because it just feels so weird to. I tried to write a Mystic Messenger X Reader fic once… was too uncomfy to even try to continue. ;;; Apologies in advance if that’s what you were looking for.

This War

Inspired by listening to This War by Iamjakehill. Writing inspo just kinda struck.

Warnings: angst, some strong language, a bit of breakdown, bodily harm (in the form of punching a wall), mental illness. If I miss anything, lemme know.

Theme: angsty. much angst. little bit of fluff but mostly angst.

Characters: Sapnap, Natalia/Nattums (OC)

Natalia paced the room, thinking out loud, getting nothing but a heavy and deafening silence in reply. The last month or two had been lonely; Sapnap was always away doing something, and when he was home it was to get more supplies and then run back off. What if he hates me?

She shook her head. Half of her knew he could never hate her. After all, they still lived together albeit his absence. But... the other half grew dark with doubt, doubt of his love for her and the initial pledge of loyalty he had given her. The half that knew of his love was starting to grow smaller compared to the other... it was overwhelming her, and on top of being anxious and paranoid of anyone coming to attack her after the betrayal she had done, she was about at her limit. The line was drawn, and her brain was on the verge of tossing itself way across it. 

She threw a fist at the cobble of the walls that she and Sapnap had built together, grunting softly and holding the now-injured fist. To say it was a stupid thing to do was an understatement, and she knew it. 

The door flew open just as she crumpled to the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. Sapnap walked in quickly, calling her name. “Nattums! I’m home for a little while!” Natalia didn’t stand, just kept herself pressed to the wall as she looked at her still-clenched fist. “Nattums?” Confused at the lack of response, he walks around, his netherite sword drawn just in case there was any danger. When he heard a choked sob from the other side of the house, he sprinted to her, stopping short when he sees the state his girlfriend is in. 

“Don’t look at me..” Natalia curled up into a little ball, a cocoon that radiated with an anxiety unlike her, and a sadness that even made him visibly droop. Natalia lifts her head momentarily to look at him. “You here to just grab more things and leave?” 

Sapnap drooped further, shoulders slumping. “I... well, that was the initial plan, but it can wait a little while...” He sat beside Natalia with a quiet groan, the new scars from battles just starting to heal, older ones from the last time she saw him already starting to fade. “Listen, Nattums..” When she dropped her head back into her trembling cocoon, he sighed, but continued softly. “I was really thinking about it, and-”

“Are you gonna break up with me?” She asks quietly, lifting her head just enough for her eyes to peer out at the male. “Are you finally breaking up with me?” She looked away, staring at the wall opposite to them, the light from the lantern nearby casting shadows across the place and making the higher parts glow warmly. She looks to the window next, the last hints of purples and pinks from the watercolour sky finally sinking below the ground to catch up with the sun. 

The lantern was a soft light, but it wasn’t too soft to catch the surprise in Sapnap’s face. “What? No! No, no. That’s not what I’m talking about at all, trust me.” He rests a hand on top of her head and smiles gently. “What I was going to say was that I would like you to come with me this time. That way, you’re closer. It’s not as safe as it is here, but if I don’t get you closer, this same thing will keep happening. I can’t stand to be so far from you. You’re like my lucky charm, Nattums. When I think about you, while I’m out there in the midst of battle, I feel stronger.” He chuckles lightly, a bit embarrassed to be saying any of this. “I promise you’ll always be protected there, and you’ll be closer to me. That way, if you ever miss me, I won’t be so far.” He pats the top of her head, slightly ruffling her hair.

The light in Natalia’s eyes returned quickly. Though she still felt like nothing but a mess, at least now she felt like a mess that could easily be cleaned up. She nodded, uncurling slightly. “A-as long as... as long as I’m not stuck inside. I want to help gather...” She sniffled quietly and wiped her tears from her cheeks. “I want to help gather supplies for all of you.” 

Sapnap nods, patting the female’s head again, letting his hand travel down to her cheek, holding her face. He rubs his thumb along her cheekbone and sighs softly, a content look on his face. He admired how tough she was, despite how she looked at the moment. “I know how you felt, Nattums. I know how much you felt like a burden. I promise you that whatever bad feelings you have, we’ll get through them together.” He presses a little peck to her free cheek, before letting his hand drop from her face. He stands, stretching his stiff and sore limbs for a moment, before holding out a callused hand to her. She wipes her eyes again, then takes his hand firmly. “Let’s get you cleaned up and packed, then we’ll sleep, and head out there in the morning. We have a house set up already.” 

Save Me

Inspiration is Save Me by Josh A. Literally any Josh A or iamjakehill song will end up being either Sapnap or Dream just so you all know.

Warnings: angst, mental health mentions, insomnia, blood mention, dead bodies, nightmares, overall this is just gonna be a sad little thing.

Theme: Angst. So much. Literally like... a crumb of fluff.

Characters: Natalia/Nattums (OC), Sapnap

The air was thick with the smell of iron and the burn of smoke. Natalia could hardly see past her own nose, and it was irritating and confusing. She blindly stumbled her way through the wreckage, her legs weak from the battle she had been part of. She needed to find Sapnap.

Tripping over debris and bodies that lay slain before her, often landing flat on her stomach which pushed the air out of her lungs with force, she slowly made her way to where she had seen him fall. Slowly, the smoke was clearing, and she could see a little better. She switched to her bread in her inventory, taking small bites as she made her way to the familiar area. 

She called his name once, twice. Her voice was hoarse and dry, and the sobbing that racked her entire body didn’t help. With no answer, she continued on. His horse was alive, but quite spooked, looking around in an almost paranoid manner. Where was HE, though? 

Then she spotted him, lying face-up not too far away. She runs as fast as she can as her health slowly rises again. “Sapnap!” She slipped, but quickly regained her footing, then grabbed onto the front of her boyfriend’s shirt. “Sapnap...” She looked closer at him, almost screaming.

She quickly sat up in bed, her breath quick and shallow. She looked around, still panicked, but starting to calm just enough. Sapnap was beside her, his voice groggy and half-asleep still as he speaks, “Nattums...? Baby...” He slowly sits up with a groan, brows furrowed. “What time is it...” He mumbles softly, looking out the window for a moment to gouge the time. The moon’s light was showing through the window, casting pale light across the oak plank floor and painting the rest of the house in darkness. 

Natalia was shaking like a leaf, her eyes shut tightly. She could hardly respond; this felt so real. It felt like he had really...

“Nat!” He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head in the crook of her neck. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here with you.”

She knew this, but what she didn’t know was how long he even would be with her. Paranoia settled into her.

Sweet Hibiscus Tea

If you don’t know the inspiration for this writing, it’s called Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott! LMAO I decided my first Dream writing would be fluffy don’t mind me.

Also if you notice I only ever use Natalia, I promise I only do this for non-requests and ideas for my fanfic. Not sure who I’ll pair her with yet so I’m trying things out for now.

Warnings: Nothing! This is a very fluffy fic despite the lyrics of this song lol

Theme: A fluffy little adventure! 

Characters: Natalia/Nattums (OC), Dream

“C’mon, Nattums! Let’s go!” Dream was beaming at the female, who was trying to get her supplies as quickly as she could. “You take so long! Do you want to see this place or not?” Though his voice was teasing, lilting slightly, it still made Natalia pick up the pace. Closing the last chest, she grinned back at him, sprinting over. 

“Yeah, let’s go already,” Natalia complains, grabbing onto one of his hands. Chuckling, Dream pulls the female along a little path away from the usual path they took into the little town that they and their friends all shared. The path grew dark, this area filled with trees that blocked the afternoon’s sun. “Where are we even going..?” She wondered aloud, earning a mischievous little grin from the man.

The two came across a river, and Dream stopped. Natalia peeked ahead from behind Dream, her eyes a bit wide. There was a detailed bridge built here, and for a moment Natalia believed that Dream had hired maybe Phil, or someone else to build this. 

Almost reading her mind, he laughs and speaks up, “Yes, I built it myself.” He turns around to look at her, resting a head on top of her head, slightly mussing her dark brown locks. “Anyway, let’s keep going. I just figured we could stop to admire my work,” He adds, smirking proudly, the ends of his mouth slightly pulled upward. 

They continued slower this time, taking the time to look around at the dense greenery in this forest. The trees start to thin out, until finally they come up to a clearing with a gigantic tree right in the middle. In this big tree was an impressive-sized treehouse, a faint glow coming from inside of it. Natalia couldn’t even speak, she was absolutely amazed with this place. 

“Yes, I also built this,” Dream says quickly, which earns him a slight laugh from his girlfriend, which made his smile widen. How he loved to hear her delightful little dove-soft laughs, and see the way she smiled so bright that it felt like a rivalry to the sun. He gently pulled her up to the ladder, motioning for her to climb first. He follows quickly, looking up at Natalia, who held out a hand to help him the rest of the way up. He took it gratefully, and with their combined effort, he was up on the floor. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he leads her through the house to show her around. 

“This is really nice. I’m very impressed, Dream.” She turns to look at Dream, who looks so proud that he might burst. “How long did this take you to make, anyway?” He just shrugs, a little embarrassed by how long it took. It didn’t matter to him; it looked good, and Natalia was even impressed by it. “It’s very pretty. Thank you for showing this to me. This could really help with hunting, and being safe at night.” She beams, and Dream’s heart throbs almost painfully. She’s so sweet. What the Hell... how did I get so lucky? He laughed softly.

“You’re cute, Nat.”

A Dance...

Inspiration for this one is Clair De Lune (ethereal remix)

Warnings: Nothing! Just a dance.

Theme: royalcore type deal. 

Characters: Natalia (OC) (of course), Technoblade, little bit of Schlatt and Phil.

The ball was the most nerve-wracking part about being in this place with so many terrifying individuals, including Technoblade himself. Though he wasn’t hosting such event, he was the most intimidating of those who attended, and he made sure to let others know of this fact. Natalia was unfortunate enough to also be invited. 

Techno scanned the ballroom, which was adorned in whites and golds, an appealing room full of people dancing and having quiet conversations. “What was the point of this whole thing, eh, Phil?” He turned to his friend, who shrugged and gave a smile to the taller man.

“Well, I suppose it’s for fun.” Although Techno knew better, he didn’t pry any further. He just chuckled, then crossed his arms over his chest, looking back out at the dancers. They all wore nice clothes, girls in elegant, flowing dresses and the men wore suits that contrasted the ladies. Not in a bad way, of course, but they were equal in how they stood out. He noticed another familiar face, bringing a woman up the stairs, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. 

“Technoblade, my friend,” Schlatt said, though he already knew they were not friends. They never had been. 

“We aren’t friends,” Technoblade said shortly. Then, he nodded his head to the female, who was completely silent. “Who’s the lady?” 

Once Techno nodded his head, Schlatt suddenly remembered the girl who he’d brought here. “Oh, right!” He laughs. “Sorry, Nat, genuinely forgot you existed! Whoops. Wellll, luckily, Technoblade is easy to forget too, so you two are a great match!” Luckily, these rude comments didn’t get under Techno’s skin like they would have before. “Anyway, here ya go, buddy! Have at ‘er.” The smaller male gently pushes Natalia toward Techno, then dashes away to find the drinks. Natalia hardly moved, only stumbling slightly. She looks up at the piglin hybrid and smiles. 

“Hello, Technoblade.” She gives a goofy little bow, before straightening back up. “My name is Natalia, or Nattums. You may call me whichever.” The clasps her hands together in front of her, and all Techno could think about was how radiant this woman looked.

“Well, thank you for the introduction, Natalia.” He beckoned for her to follow him as he made his way down the steps. “Since Schlatt has so kindly dumped you on me for the event, I find it only fair that we do a little bit of dancing.” Though he was still paranoid about the event, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to not just sit around the whole time. Plus, from the middle of the ballroom, he could see more of the place. 

He was an expert at ballroom dancing. It was one of his proudest achievements. He could tell she was not the best at it, so he guided her quietly. At first, he had her stand on his shoes so she could get a bit of feeling for the way he moved, then had her try to keep up with him. It was all good fun, and it had the two laughing quietly amongst themselves any time either of them slightly stumbled or ran into each other. 

So much time passed that, before they knew it, the ball was over. Techno decided it would be best to walk the female back to her house, since she said she had come alone. They talked the whole way, before finally they arrived at her little cottage. 

“I really enjoyed learning from you today,” Natalia said with a small satisfied hum. She smiled brightly, the light from her porch lantern basking the two in a soft glow, while the stars twinkled from above. 

“I enjoyed teaching you.” He went quiet for a moment, and as she turned, he spoke again. “Natalia..” 

“Yes?”

“I would like to see you tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.” He smiled nervously. Never before had he really been this kind of guy, but he really did enjoy the company of this female. 

Her smile widened, and she nodded. “Yeah, that would be good fun.” 

He nodded, then took one of the female’s hands, leaving a little kiss on the top of it. “Good. I’ll come by on my horse, and I’ll help you learn to dance some more. Then maybe we can go walk around the village.” He didn’t want to, but he let go of her hand and stepped back. “Goodnight, Natalia.” 

“Goodnight, Technoblade.” She turns back, opening her door and stepping inside. He starts to head home for the night, his mind clouded over with happy thoughts. So many good thoughts. He felt like he was floating.

Reacting to Your Death

So obviously I didn’t write all of them, but here’s how I interpret the SMP members that are written would react to you dying. 

Warnings: Spoilers for Tommy’s latest stream (Literally like one offhand), obviously death, lots of angst, violence mentions, Schlatt for anyone who doesn’t like him I suppose

Theme: angst, obviously it’s just them and how they deal with your death.

Characters; all the ones with (p) are strictly platonic but the others are up to personal interpretation: Dream, George, Sapnap, Wilbur, Techno, Schlatt, Tubbo (p), Ranboo (p), Tommy (p), Awesamdude, Niki, Karl, Quackity, Minx, Badboyhalo, Phil, DreamXD, Skeppy, Fundy.

DREAM:

- The first few days and nights, all he could do was sit inside all day. 

- No matter who visited to comfort him, he felt a horribly large part of his heart had been ripped away when you died.

- He thought about the day when you finally told him that a dirt shack wouldn’t do for a house, so you two spent days building an actual house.

- After those first few days, he decided he would bring you back. 

- The revive book had worked for Tommy and Wilbur, so it had to work for you. 

- He swore he would bring you back. So he did.

GEORGE:

- He didn’t know how to feel at first. He would get terribly depressed, then angry, and then numb, over and over.

- After a week of this, he then could hardly stop crying. What was he going to do without you? The realisation that he was without you hit him like a truck.

- Whenever he would go out with friends, he made it a habit to pick one of your favourite flowers each day. 

SAPNAP:

- He was crushed. He acted out more and more often out of anger to avoid his sadness and hurt, but when he was alone all he did was try so, so hard not to cry. 

- Bruised and bloodied knuckles were his most worn accessory.

- Often slept in your house, as a way to feel closer to you. He spends a lot more time in your house than his.

- Always remembered your birthday, but every birthday just made him more sad. 

- Eventually he would go to Dream about the revive book too.

WILBUR:

- You had been the only one to see past his flaws in a wary way, and he was heartbroken when you died.

- He often sat on your porch and sang songs he had once sang to you, as well as songs he knew you’d loved, and songs he’d written for you. 

- He was the one to make your grave, and had promised to be kinder.

- Though he loved being alive, he didn’t like that you couldn’t also have a second chance at life as well and felt it unfair.

- Probably resorted to a little bit of violence once he got to the anger stage of grieving.

TECHNOBLADE:

- He was always a pretty quiet guy, but when you died he went silent for weeks aside from when he was alone.

- When he was alone, he went into his library. He found all of your favourite books, worn and bent on pages from you reading them over and over, and he would read them aloud. 

- He hoped you could hear him from wherever you were as he read the books you had loved.

- He spent a lot of time awake as he did this, oftentimes getting very invested in what you had loved.

- If he wasn’t reading, usually he was in bed, wondering about how he couldn’t save you. 

SCHLATT:

- Of course, in public he looked composed as he usually was, as if it wasn’t eating him up inside that you were gone.

- “Who was that again?”

- When alone, he falls apart immediately. 

- People assume that when he’s waking up at near to noon it’s because he’s drinking, but it’s really because your death kept him up all night every night.

- He hardly even drank now, because of the secret promise he’d made to you.

- Though you were dead now, he still wanted to keep his promise, just in case.

TUBBO:

- Was the one who made everyone promise to get along when Wilbur made the funeral.

- Was entrusted with the love and care of your stuffed animals or anything from your childhood.

- Has your old childhood photos framed along with his own, so others often stop by to look at the photos to remember you by.

- Probably has your old horse as well, and takes really good care of them.

RANBOO:

- You two had been really close friends before you died. You were such good friends that he didn’t even need his book to remember you were friends, so of course he was absolutely crushed.

- Though he tried his best to stay stable to avoid certain things, he was upset.

- He definitely gave a speech at your funeral.

- He often sits in your room, talking aloud as if you were still with him.

- He would often repeat old jokes you used to tell each other, laughing softly and trying his best to not get too upset.

- If he wasn’t in your room, he was in your old garden tending to your flowers.

TOMMY:

- He’s also more aggressive like Sapnap, except moreso verbally.

- He blames himself heavily for what happened to you, and he mentally beats himself up about it all the time.

- “It was my fault Y/N’s dead, I get it!”

- He’s not much of a cryer.

AWESAMDUDE:

- All of his pain and sadness get put aside with work. He works harder, he makes it so he hardly has time to think about it.

- When he does think about it, he just feels so heavy the rest of the day, like thinking about your death has sucked the rest of the day’s energy from him.

- Sometimes he’s teased for suddenly being so sluggish and unlike himself, but he can’t even muster the energy to explain that he was thinking about you and how he missed you so badly that it hurt him deeply.

- To say the least, he felt like he had believed too much in you having more time. He should have known not to trust in fate.

NIKI:

- She for sure has any other pets you had. She takes extra good care of them.

- There’s a little spot in her garden dedicated to you.

- She had shut down for a good while after your funeral, where she hardly spoke to anyone and often lay in bed all day to try and remember you.

- Although as time went on, she decided you would have hated seeing her in bed all day like that and started doing her normal routines.

KARL:

- He knew he should have seen it coming, but… somehow, he didn’t.

- He felt a little guilty about this thought, and it often kept him from doing any normal tasks.

- He misses the days when one of you felt bad so the other would do everything in their power to make them feel better. 

- Needless to say, he started writing letters to you, even if it was just to keep himself a little busy.

QUACKITY:

- Laughing Through the Pain™

- He spends a lot more time making sure people aren’t worried, by making really bad jokes as usual.

- The only times he cries are when he thinks too much about you, regardless of if he’s alone or not. Sometimes it makes encounters awkward.

- He’s just sobbing one time while in the midst of a conversation with someone and he’s just like “sorry man I was thinking about Y/N” and they are just like “...oh”

MINX:

- Aggressive but make it threatening and nothing more. 

- “If you don’t fucking shut up about Y/N I’ll knock yer teeth in”

- She just wants to be alone sometimes. She just wants to be alone so maybe the pain will stop being so bad.

- Also not much of a cryer unless it’s late at night.

BADBOYHALO:

- “You little muffin… I told you not to get yourself into danger..”

- He loves to talk about you whenever people bring an old interest up.

- “I remember how much Y/N loved these…” He’s staring at the flowers nearby. He’s smiling sadly. 

- Often shares good memories of you with others to help them cope a little.

- He’s sad, but he knows it would do him no good to be so miserable that he can’t do anything. And he knows how much you would scold him if he stopped being himself completely.

PHIL:

- He names a parrot after you, naturally.

- He’s not gone as often now because he likes to stop by your grave and just talk. 

- He collects things that remind him of you and puts them in a special chest marked with your name. Sometimes it’s things you said were cool, other times it’s just things that he associates with you.

- Drinks your favourite teas.

DREAMXD:

- Would absolutely just go “lmao” in the chat and then leave again

- That’s it, that’s him.

SKEPPY:

- No more silly pranks with him :( no more memeing on others…

- It hits him hard

- Like Quackity, he makes a lot of jokes to mask how upset he is.

- Of course, he has Bad, but damn was it still difficult to deal with your passing.

FUNDY:

- :(

- He’s so sad that he doesn’t even want to do anything or go anywhere.

- It feels like his whole world just stopped and that nothing could hurt worse than this, and he doesn’t even want to face this sadness.

- He often goes out into the woods to climb trees like the two of you used to do.

Lone Wolf Squad

Inspiration: Lone Wolf Squad by Josh A

Warnings: violence, death, strong language, arson?? If I miss anything, lemme know.

Theme: Sapnap is just being a badass. 

Characters: Sapnap and whoever you interpret he’s attacking.

Sapnap was tired of all the betrayal and trouble that came from this SMP. The amount of times he’d heard people complaining and fighting with others was enough to warrant a headache. A big one. Of course, things were going to change now.

His hotbar consisted of his sword, a flint and steel, and some food. He was prepared for a fight. But, in the end, whether he lived or died afterward, he was still going to win. He was sure of it.

He takes off during the nighttime, his face devoid of emotion. He’d been on this SMP long enough to be able to mask his true feelings or intentions. He knew by now that he would be caught before he even got close if he showed any strong feelings toward harming any of the hard work they’d all put in. 

He got to the center of the SMP’s attention and hopped off his horse, giving it a little pat. A few familiar faces greet him, both rather confused as to why he was here. 

“What are you doing here?” One asked. Sapnap didn’t really care to answer, so he shrugged it off. 

“Uh, question,” Sapnap says quietly, looking toward the two other players, smiling, “how much of this place is built with wood?”

This question raised concern in the others, who then drew their swords. They mumbled about how they wouldn’t tell him, and that he should probably leave, but Sapnap drew his own sword and made his way toward them. He was prepared for this. 

“Resistance leads to death.” Before either of the two can object, Sapnap leaps at them, slashing at one but not the other. It knocks the injured one to the ground, and the other one jumps back with no harm done to them. The attacker’s sword drives into the injured player, killing them. Sapnap then turns to the other.

The battle is easily won by Sapnap, who then pulls up his flint and steel, setting multiple parts of the nearby houses on fire. He moves on into the area, setting more and more wood and trees on fire, unbeknownst to most other people in it. The fire carried, roaring and intensely bright behind him. He continued this until finally the flint and steel broke, and he felt like he had accomplished great things. Maybe this would prove a point. 

Ranboo (2)

I am the duality of man, I am a quiet voice and a loud roar. I am hate and love in one person, I am sadness, happiness, I am two in one... I am split down the middle but sewn together.

Dream (2)

Today I held my sword above my head, no man with wisdom can save me now the world decided to fight against me but my will is strong my rage grows and I control this place. I control this place.

Schlatt

Burning tongue, I lie. The wrongs are my rights, the control I had was my vice. Maybe through my destruction, people will learn to respect me, and maybe I'll learn to care. Maybe.

MCYTs as poems on my HelloPoetry account

Sapnap:

I am a smoldering rage. I am something you cannot hold. Touching me will only hurt you. For I am fire.

Techno:

Sitting out on the front step with you under stars in their last breath of this night coffee in hand 3 a.m. we talk.

Wilbur:

May my heart rest easy, or shall it weep from yearning? Will it’s tears form puddles in the grass, and grow flowers from tears of want?

Ranboo:

circles and squares and triangles dance across my vision annoying, dark, spotty…

maybe they were right maybe I would be better off!

Tubbo:

Hello dear sky, dark and gloomy sky, hopefully tonight your clouds will part, and the stars will show from above.

Dream:

Today a man showed me a way to be happy it was the path of flowers and birds sang, but my hateful nature will not allow for me to be swept away by lies… what a funny man he was, too bad his preachings fell on deaf ears, too bad I chose war.

Tommy:

Anger was my passion, the pen I was given to show it was my voice, but oh, the times when I used it irresponsibly, an abuse to the power I was given… though it could have been used for good despite it’s rep, I used my anger for a stereotype, I used it to push away.

Triangle - Dream x Reader

Inspiration: Triangle by Moon Laika

Warnings: Nothing.

Theme: Just a very chill type thing with Dream. Stargazing.

Characters: Dream, Y/N

“The moon’s really nice tonight, Y/N,” Dream mumbled, looking through various chests. He takes off his armour and puts it on the empty stand, then beckons for you to follow him outside. “C’mon, I wanna show you how nice it is.”

You nod slightly, following the masked man outside to view the moon. It was a cloudless night tonight, the moon shining down on the grass and painting it in a pale light. He lays down in the yard, and you lay beside him, looking up at the white square in the sky. “It is nice,” you say finally, “you were right.” You smile, looking over at Dream as he’s looking up. He doesn’t even know that you’re watching him, his eyes lit up as he scans the stars. 

“Hey, look!” He points up at the vast expanse of stars, his expression full of excitement and joy. You turn your head back up to the sky, looking where he was pointing. “This constellation is Cygnus, which is a swan. You’ve got the wings, the head, and the tail.” He looks back to you, but now you were the one staring up into the sky in amazement.

“What’s the story of the sky swan?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the constellation so you wouldn’t lose it. 

“Well, there are a few different ones. One of them is that Zeus turned himself into a swan to seduce a lady.” Dream laughs, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Another is that a man wanted to save his friend from drowning and asked Zeus to turn him into a swan to help, and when the swan eventually died, Zeus put him into the sky as a constellation.” You finally looked away, your eyes returning to your boyfriend. He was now smiling at you. You felt yourself melt at his smile.

“What are you looking at me like that for..?” You stick your tongue out at him, and he laughs softly, before shaking his head. 

“I just can’t get over how amazing you are, Y/N. I’m glad you came out here with me. We don’t get as much quality time together as we used to, and I’m sorry for that. But it just makes these moments even better and more special.” He squeezes your hand, placing a little peck on your forehead. “I promise, someday all of the fighting will stop.”

“I hope so.” You smile sweetly, then roll to your side and rest your head on his chest. “Tell me more stories about the constellations.” 

You hear him chuckle. He looks back up into the sky and looks for another constellation. “Alright, Sagittarius was the son of Cronos, who was...” 

Triangle - Dream x Reader

Inspiration: Triangle by Moon Laika

Warnings: Nothing.

Theme: Just a very chill type thing with Dream. Stargazing.

Characters: Dream, Y/N

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One More Night - Dream x Reader

Inspiration: One More Night by iamjakehill

Warnings: Nothing, I think. If there is anything lemme know.

Theme: Dream has a heartfelt conversation with you before he leaves to go cause trouble and possibly get hurt in the process.

Characters: Dream, Y/N

“Hey.” Dream sat on the other side of the table and took one of your hands in his. His fingers were cold as they ran over the back of your hand, but his palms were warm and inviting. You could tell he was a bit stressed about having to leave. “So um... this’ll be the last night for a while that we see each other. I would... I would invite you to come with, but putting you into danger is the very last thing I want. Please understand. 

Nodding, you smile as best you can, though the effort of this smile is draining, so the smile drops rather quickly. “I get it,” You reply, nodding despite how much it pained you any time he had to leave. The stress and fear of possibly never seeing him again felt like someone was squeezing way too hard on your heart. You just wanted him safe, but his reckless behaviour barely allowed for him to be. “Besides, if I didn’t stay here... who would keep up on the food for us..?” Your voice cracked, and you wanted to cry.

He quickly made his way around the table to you, kneeling next to where you sat, looking up at you with an apologetic expression. He truly didn’t want to leave, but this was his role. “I promise you I’ll come back. I promise that someday I’ll quit doing the stupid shit I’m doing now, but right now it has a purpose. I just ask that you understand.” You nod again, wordless this time as you bite back tears. “Hey, hey. We still have tonight, okay? I’m not leaving until tomorrow morning.”

“What’s so important about... about making people hate you, Dream?”

Although he was taken by surprise at the question, he waved it off. “I don’t know. It’s... it’s this gut feeling that keeps me going. It could easily be nothing, or it could be really important in helping everyone. Listen, Y/N. You know I’ll be back, right?” You didn’t answer. “Yes, you do. I’m always back. But... if I do lose this time, or any time in the future, promise me you won’t get angry with anyone?”

You couldn’t promise him something like that, but you nodded anyway.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll be here until morning. Let’s go watch the stars again and I’ll tell you more stories.” 

Still Life - Weird/Glitch/Dreamcore AU

Inspiration: Still Life by Sitcom

Warnings: derealisation, gore (holes in bodies), overall weird speech and stuff, some strong language. If I miss anything, lemme know.

Theme: weirdcore/glitchcore/dreamcore AU beginning, where all the characters from the details post all meet or hang out or whateva :)

Characters: Natalia (OC), Wilbur, Dream, George, Sapnap, Techno, Tommy

“Hello..?” Natalia calls out into the emptiness. Why wasn’t anyone hearing her? She walks around, legs shaking, an eerie feeling seeping into her bones, and into the diamond-shaped hole in the middle of her body. She wondered what that was for, but she didn’t pay it much mind afterward. “Is anyone here..?” Her voice almost seemed to echo.

After so long of walking, she finally came upon more than emptiness. A little cookie-cutter neighbourhood presented itself, and she felt like she had been here some time ago. Her feet carried her to one of the houses. It felt different, despite the houses all looking the same. She opens the door, peeking in, calling out again. A male with a heart-shaped hole in his middle popped up, tilting his head to look at her. This was Wilbur. “Who are you..? Where am I....?” He spoke so lightly that Natalia almost hadn’t heard him.

“My name is Natalia. Are you... the only other one?” 

“The other one what?”

Natalia paused, thinking. “Are there any more people like us? Like you and me?” She looked at the hole in the male with a quizzical expression, wondering more about what these meant. 

The male nodded. “Yes. They’re all spread out, but... they all have holes. I... I think I knew them at some point. It just feels like it.” He shrugs. “Anyone else you see... they don’t have names..”

Natalia sighs heavily, then motions for Wilbur to follow her. “Let’s go find those other people like us... I think we should stick together, probably...” She heads back out the door, Wilbur trailing behind her. 

The first person they could find was Dream, with a square hole. He was walking around aimlessly, mumbling to himself. There were other people around, but when Natalia tried talking to them, they had random symbols pop up above their heads and their voices were quiet behind a buzzing static. So Dream was their only option for conversation. 

“What do you want..? I’m busy...” Dream looked at the two, his eyes narrowed. “I don’t have time for other people...” 

“We have holes in us, too.” Wilbur points at all three of the, but Dream still looks annoyed.

“Don’t either of you feel like something’s... off? Don’t you guys think it’s... it’s weird here?” He sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “I need to... to find something.” 

The other two shrug. It would take a bit of convincing to get him to follow, probably.

Buried - Sapnap x Reader

Inspiration: Buried by iamjakehill

Warnings: A little bit of mental health talk, but it’s mostly just fluff

Theme: Sapnap is having a bad day, so the two of you just cuddle and talk.

Characters: Sapnap, Y/N

Sapnap woke up with a headache, which meant the rest of the day was already essentially ruined. You knew headache days pretty well, so when you heard him complain upon waking, you got up and went to get him water and something for his head. After he received his water and man-made headache relief, you went off to the kitchen to attempt a decent breakfast for the male.

You only set off the smoke alarm twice. 

Once you finished up with plating the meal, you made your way back to the bedroom and set it on the bedside table. “There you go.” 

He didn’t mind that it was borderline inedible, he was just glad that you had tried your best. With a mouthful of toast, he gave you a small smile. “Thanks, Y/N.” You shushed him, not wanting him to choke. 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, buddy.” You wave a finger at him and shake your head, so he shuts up and finishes his breakfast. He steals one of your pillows once he’s done, putting it behind him for extra back support. He motions for you to come over and cuddle with him, which was your favourite part about his headache days. You crawl over to him, collapsing into his arms and making yourself comfortable. Inhaling, you noted that he smelled strongly of sleep and some kind of new scent. It was probably the new stuff he’d bought the other day. 

“Did you like breakfast?” You ask jokingly, knowing fully well that breakfast wasn’t your best meal to cook. He takes long enough to think about it that you burst into a little fit of laughter, and this gets a laugh out of him as well.

“I like when you cook, but while the notion is sweet, I think you could start going to cooking classes again,” He jokes, poking your sides gently. You fake pout, but it’s quickly replaced by a bright smile when he places a tiny kiss on your cheek. “But in all seriousness, I really do appreciate how hard you try to make me feel better. You’re really something special.” He runs one hand along your upper back, the other hand on your hip. 

“I think me going to cooking classes would actually be beneficial for both of us. That way we can actually have good breakfast without having to go out to eat in the mornings. Plus... I want you to actually have good food when you have days like this.. because you do the same thing for me.” You beam up at him, and he ruffles your hair.

“Regardless of what you decide to do, you’re perfect. You being here at all is already very helpful to me.” 

The Dreams Don’t Last, Love

Inspiration: This playlist! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4AtjdcZd_k

Warnings: this is just overall sad. If I miss any warnings though, let me know!

Theme: a sad little thing about waking up from a dream of being with him.

Characters: Dream (who’d have guessed), Y/N

“I love you, a lot. You’re amazing, Y/N.” The masked male ran his fingers through your hair, humming softly, your heart feeling like it may explode. Of course, you felt the same way. You’d never felt such an intense and special love before. This wasn’t something you saw yourself letting go of in the future. 

“I love you too,” You eventually answered, wrapping your arms loosely around his middle, resting your head on his chest. From beneath layers of clothing and muscle, you could faintly hear his heart beating, and you could feel his chest rise and fall with his steady breathing. “I want to stay with you forever.”

“I know.” 

You both went quiet, taking in each others’ auras, the silence not at all awkward as you do so. The sun was beaming down, little spots of sunlight dancing across your skin as the leaves of the tree the two of you were under swayed with the slight wind. You never would have imagined you would be here with one of the people who had made life more worth living.

You woke up. 

Looking around, you noticed the sun-faded walls of your room, and your heart sunk. You sat up, brushed your hair out of your face with your fingers, and frowned. It had felt so real, yet here you were. You gave a heavy sigh to the morning’s silence, then looked up at the ceiling. The rest of the townspeople went on with the day, and all you wanted to do was go back to sleep. All you wanted to do was go back to him. 

You threw the covers off of yourself and hopped out of bed to join the day. No matter how much you wanted to go back, you knew you had responsibilities in reality. 

Nagashi - Awesamdude x Reader

Sorry to anyone who likes c!Dream lmao, I start off saying that you in this scenario didn’t like Dream

Inspiration: Nagashi by Idealism

Warnings: overall angst, some strong language. If I missed something, let me know!

Theme: You finally have had enough of missing Sam while he slaves away at the prison and decide it’s better to go separate ways.

Characters: Awesamdude (Sam), Y/N.

You had never liked Dream. Albeit how well he led his friends, he was impulsive, angry, and dangerous; naturally you were just fine with the idea of putting him in the prison. What you hadn’t been fine with was what came after the man was in prison - the absence of your boyfriend, Sam. 

Although you knew that making sure that Dream was secure in the prison was Sam’s job, you couldn’t help but miss him. You missed him so terribly that your heart ached when you went to bed alone, and in the morning your face would drop when he wasn’t beside you still. You felt at your limit for so long, that eventually you needed something to change. 

You walked along the path, the portal familiar, but not inviting in the least. Your shoes scraped the obsidian as you hopped up, then went through a second time. The feeling of traveling through portals made you slightly nauseated, but you were slowly growing used to the feeling. You stopped just long enough for the sick to leave your head, then you walked around, calling for your boyfriend. Although you were pained to be doing this... it had to be done. 

Eventually, the male popped his head around a corner and walked up to you. “I know how much you like to visit, Y/N, but you really shouldn’t.” You sighed heavily and nodded, trying to avoid eye contact. “Y/N? Something up?”

You decided to stop dodging what you came here to say. “We... we should break up.” You looked into his eyes, watching his face fall, your heart dropping even further into the endless black void that had spawned in you on the way here. Before he could say anything, you continued. “You’re... always gone. I know how busy you can be, but that doesn’t mean you’re busy all the time. You can’t just overwork yourself, worry me, and never be home. Not without shit going down.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I know! I- Sam, I get it. I get that you have a job here that you need to do, but... I don’t think it’s going to work out this way.” Your eyes pooled with tears that stung, and you messed with the hem of your shirt to try and distract yourself. It wasn’t working. Your nose was starting to run.

“So this is really happening.” He blinks rapidly for a second, blinking back his own tears. He pulled his mask down to run his hand down his face, sighing. “I... I mean, if this is what you really want, Y/N. I can’t stop you from leaving. I just want you to know that um...” He paused, a shakier sigh making it’s way from his lips. “..that I’ll always love you.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking around the area. The walls loomed over the two of you, and it felt like they were getting closer. Closing in on you. “I never said I wanted this. I just... I think it’ll be better for us right now.” You smiled sadly up at him, and he sniffled. It hurt both of you seeing each other this way. There was so much hurt.

“Alright.” His eyes watered. He took a moment to wipe the sadness from his eyes. “Promise me. Promise that... that if there’s still a chance with us, when things are better, that we’ll try again?” 

You just nodded. If you spoke again, you were afraid that you would break down. 

He stepped forward and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then stepped back again and put his mask up. “See you around, Y/N. I’m sorry.” He gave a tiny wave, then turned on his heel and made his way back to what he was doing. As you were making your way back to the portal, you heard him let out a quiet sob. That was what hurt you most, and had you bawling yourself. You had to get out quicker. You had to stay strong.

Reacting to You Going Missing

Here’s a little thing I was thinking of all weekend. Figured I would share. Some of these are cc! and others are c! so like. I dunno. Some you can interpret in either I think.

Dream:

- Insists on looking for you every. single. day. - Spends as much time as possible looking. - Loses sleep. Not that he sleeps much anyway, though. - “Listen, none of you seem to understand. I need them here.”

George:

- Also spends a lot of time looking for you, but promises to keep taking care of himself for you. - “If I take care of myself, will you come back home?” - Is very affected, and oftentimes stops something early.

Sapnap:

- Is essentially a wreck without you. - Pushes people away who are trying to support him in such a difficult time. - “I’m not leaving the search until we find them.” - He does cry, but it’s hardly around others.

Badboyhalo:

- It doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as the police bring you back. - “Can’t you guys keep looking? Please, just keep looking for them. I miss them so much, and I want them home...” - Takes care of any of your pets and keeps your room tidy.

Skeppy:

- He makes all the usual wise cracks and such but it doesn’t feel the same without you. - Sometimes he’ll slip up and just go quiet, thinking about how much he misses you. - “Sorry guys. Give me a moment.”

Techno:

- Would absolutely stay up every night until you came back home. - Spends a lot of time thinking about where you could have gone, but usually can’t bring himself to go look. - Brings his ideas of your whereabouts to the police instead.

Tommy:

- Explosive as heck at literally anyone. - Someone tries to comfort him? An immediate “piss off” from Tommy. - Even gets angry with the police. - “You aren’t trying hard enough! Find Y/N right now!”

Tubbo:

- Draws pictures of you. They may not be the best, but it’s his only way of remembering what you look like. You never did like to take photos of yourself. - Makes your favourite drink sometimes to feel closer to you. - “I understand that the police are doing their job, but... I miss Y/N so much.”

Phil:

- Writes a letter to you every day, so that you have something personal when you get back, and so you don’t miss a thing that happened. - Takes good care of your trinkets and personal objects. - Helps Tubbo with his drawings of you sometimes if Tubbo forgets too much. Phil remembers you quite well.

Ranboo:

- Finds it hard to function with you gone.  - Writes what he remembers about you in his book. - Tries to find you, but with him trying to keep calm and not get too emotional, it doesn’t take long for him to need a break.

Awesamdude:

- Panicked is one way to put how he feels. - As soon as he gets the news, he’s already grabbing his jacket and going to join the search party. - “We have to find them. We have to find Y/N. What if they’re hurt?” - Very open to the support from others.

Schlatt:

- At first, he doesn’t believe it. - “Y/N? Missing. Yeah, I don’t think so.” - It takes him a couple of days, and then when he finally believes it, he’s making calls and looking for you as much as he can. 

Niki:

- Trying to keep all of your stuff as it was when you were there last. Sometimes she just sits in your room and soaks the atmosphere in. - Prays every night for your safety.

Wilbur:

- Writes songs that he promises himself he’ll sing to you when he finds you. - Spends a lot of time busying himself with work and music so he doesn’t think too much about you. - When he does think about you, he gets very sad and often cries. - “I just want them back home.”

Reacting to You Being Found

Per request, here’s the sequel to them reacting to you being missing! Enjoy!

Dream:

- Is immediately holding onto you so tightly and refusing to let go. - “Dream, I’m okay, you can let go!” “Nope. Never again.” - Is very protective and hardly ever leaves your side so you don’t disappear again.

George:

- The first thing he does is take a nap, but clings to you very tightly. - Makes you food, makes sure you take care of yourself like he took care of himself when you were gone. - Does a lot of thanking whoever or whatever made the universe for bringing you back to him.

Sapnap:

- The first time he’s willingly crying in front of someone and it’s over you being home. - He has never felt such strong relief in his life and immediately squeezes you tightly while just full-on sobbing. - “Y/N, where the fuck did you go?? You scared me!” - Guard dog Sapnap, anyone?

Badboyhalo:

- Also probably crying a little, but happy tears! He makes sure you know it’s happy tears too. - “I knew eventually they would find you! I begged them to keep looking, and... I’m glad it worked.” - Talks about how he took care of your pets. He did take your pets with to see you, so of course you’ve got some welcome back snuggles with him and the animals.

Skeppy:

- “oHH MY GOD YOU’RE BACK” - Also hugging you extremely tight and talking about how much he missed you. - “Skeppy, I can hardly breathe, you’re hugging too tight.” “HOLD YOUR BREATH Or SOMETHING AND LET ME HUG YOU A LITTLE LONGER”

Techno:

- Very chill but internally is so, so happy you’re back. - “You’re alive. I’m glad. I wasn’t of much help in finding you, though. I was too cowardly. Sorry.” - A cup of tea and a book later, and it feels like everything between you two is just as it should be.

Tommy:

- Acts like he’s pissed, but he’s also super happy to see you alive and back home! - “Where the fuck were you? Trying to sneak off or something?” - You heard about how he acted with the police and tried scolding him, but he wouldn’t listen anyway.

Tubbo:

- “Y/N! I missed you so much! Here, Phil helped me with these!” - Once he explained what the drawings of you were for, you were the one absolutely sobbing. - He did so well in remembering you. You were glad the two of you were friends.

Phil:

- Gives you the letters he wrote every day for you. A lot of the contents talked about how he never gave up his search for you and how he missed you dearly. - Once again, you’re in tears. So is he, though.  - “Also, I dusted all your little shiny things. I figured you would appreciate that.” 

Ranboo:

- Feels like he didn’t do much as far as your search went.  - “Y/N, I’m sorry for not looking hard enough for you, I wrote what I could remember about you and I spent a lot of time with Tubbo to remember what you looked like, and-” - You hugged him very hard, and said, “Thank you for being a good friend.”

Awesamdude:

- Asking a tonne of questions, like, “Are you hurt? Where did you go? Was it scary? Were you stolen away?” - Basically, he’s talking circles around you the entire way home, and he’s holding your hand tightly and sort of refusing to let go. He doesn’t want to lose you again!

Schlatt:

- “Gone for how long now? Did you get involved in a gang or some shit?” - You already know how hard he worked to get the police to keep looking, but you give him the benefit of the doubt. - That night, and many nights after though, he’s staying up later than usual to make sure you don’t disappear.

Niki:

- “Y/N? I... I was so scared you wouldn’t come back, I...”  - Of course she’s crying. She thought she had lost you.  - She sits the two of you down to talk about it over tea, and you cuddle afterwards to wind down after an emotional rollercoaster of a day.

Wilbur:

- “I didn’t think they would find you. Took them long enough,” He jokes, ruffling your hair, putting his jacket on your shoulders and heading home with you. - As promised, he sings the songs he wrote for you while you’re seated on the couch. - “I’m glad you’re home. I missed you so much.” 

Reacting to a Shy, Affectionate Partner

Request: Heyo! Could I request Schlatt HC’s with some other MCYT’s too if you’d like ☺️ with a girlfriend or partner that’s really shy and sweet 🥺 they love treating their bf to all sorts of affection and little gifts - they’re like the opposite of Schlatt but they find protection in him I guess ☺️💗 thank you!

This was pretty cool to write, and adding others in was really fun. Thinking about the characters this way is new ahaha. I didn’t do that many but here ya go!

Schlatt:

- Pretends to find it weird at first, but obviously he really enjoys it - If you give him something he’ll put it up so he won’t lose it - “Stop giving me stuff.” “Should I take it back?” “No. Shut up. I’m putting it on the shelf.” - I feel like his love language is also partially gift-giving so whether it’s a hoodie from his closet or something he bought while thinking about you, you probably have it somewhere safe as well. - All he asks is that you stop being so nice. You do not.

Dream:

- He finds it very cute when you pop up with something for him, although he insists you don’t have to. -Although, how can he refuse you when you say that you like giving him things? - Sometimes he’ll talk about it with George and Sapnap, and although they tease him about it, he still enjoys your gifts all the same. 

Sapnap:

- Obviously he absolutely adores anything you get him.  - Sometimes when he streams, he’ll start showing off all the cool stuff you get him.  - “Chat, tell Y/N how cute this thing is. I don’t even know what it is really, but it’s so cool. They always get the coolest stuff for me.” 

Wilbur:

- He enjoys things you get him. Most of it is cool looking guitar picks and little pins - Obviously he’ll put those pins on a jacket or whatever he wears, and he uses the guitar picks based on how he’s feeling. - Would probably like any that have scenery like mountains the most, and would use it most often.