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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. 

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.” 

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.” 

Sneak Peek of a Thing

Lol so this is part of a fic I’m working on lesgooo. It’s about a guy named Arlo and a girl named Willow :)

“I honestly didn’t think I would fall in love with her again.”

“But you did. So how did it happen?”

“I... I don’t know. I just... the moment she had me by the hand, dragging me out in the middle of that storm, I...” 

“Go on.”

“She just looked at me with that same light I saw when we were kids, and all of it came back. It was like looking at her photograph. It was still the girl I had loved before. So... so it was only natural.” 

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 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.

Violent - Schlatt x Reader

Inspiration: Violent by carolesdaughter

Warnings: bit of violence, yelling, strong language, just a bit overall angsty, a bit of toxic relationship traits

Theme: Schlatt and the reader get into an argument and it almost costs the relationship.

Characters: JSchlatt, Y/N.

“Have you seen my papers?” That’s what started the horrible exchange not long after. “I need to actually do some paperwork for once. The guys are telling me I have to.” You hadn’t seen any important papers of his lately, but then again you couldn’t really find much of importance otherwise. Schlatt’s office, to be completely honest, was a mess. Papers littered the majority of the floor and made it hard to navigate across it, and empty bottles sat in the corners, empty promises of sobering up ringing in your ears over and over whenever you look at them and how they grew larger every day that passed.

“No, hun. But... it would help if you would clean your office once in a while,” you said softly, which managed to strike a nerve. He’d already been having a bad day, but how would you have known? Regardless, the next thing you knew, you were ducking to avoid the phone that was usually sat on the corner of the desk. “What the fuck, Schlatt?”

He clenches his jaw, as well as his fist, but just as soon as he did make a fist, he opened his hand again. He could never actually hit you. “Look, Y/N. It’s been... a long fucking day. I don’t wanna hear you getting on my back about trivial things.”

“You’re the one who needs the papers, Sclatt! You’re the one tossing your damn phone over papers and one offhand comment!” You stood straight again, walking over and shoving your pointer finger into the man’s chest. “You need some serious fucking help. You need therapy, Schlatt. You need to sober the fuck up like you promised, and you need to go get yourself some actual help rather than looking for help in countless bottles.”

It stung him to hear such bitterness in your voice, but the anger in him made everything else disappear. “I need help? Look who you’re dating, are you blind? I’m a fucking walking hazard! They may as well put a fucking warning sign on me!” He sighs, driving a fist against a nearby wall. You flinch, cowering from the male. “I’m angry all the time and scare you, Y/N. You should be with someone better. You should leave me. I won’t be mad if you do..” You felt panic swelling up inside you, your heart twisting painfully by his words. He’d done this before, but you couldn’t help it. You still loved him, even if he wasn’t the same person you had met and originally fell in love with.

“I... Schlatt, you know I can’t do that. I love you so much, okay...?” 

Shy and Jealous Partner >:)

Request: Ok but like— shy!jealous!s/o that's it. w/ dream, techno, george and karl? Or not...you can just do techno :>

A/N: this feels a bit like a personal attack /lh but I love doing headcanons like this lmao.

Dream:

- As soon as you start acting passive aggressive he has to pull you to one side and have a chat. - “Y/N? Why are you being weird?” - Explaining the situation makes him think for a while, before he finally nods and grabs onto your hand.  - “You don’t have to be so jealous, but I get it. Just know you’re the only one for me.”

George:

- He’s just talking with someone and suddenly are just being oddly clingy so he shoots you an offhand “You okay?” - You give a grunt at him and he just holds onto you tightly.  - He absolutely would walk away from a conversation just to make sure you feel better.

Techno:

- If anything, he’s usually the jealous one. - But in the case that it’s you whose jealousy is acting up, he would probably just pick you up and bring you home. - “Stop doing that. Stop making that face at me. I know what you’re feeling and I don’t want you to feel that way.” - Would probably mumble affirmations to you to make you feel better.

Karl:

- You act off and he essentially flies into a panic wondering about it. - If you explain it to him, he goes into panic a second time.  - “Wait, what? Y/N, I pinky promise that I don’t mean to make you feel like that! Uh- what should I do to make it better?” - Talking many miles per hour with no sign of stopping until you can actually get an answer in on your end.

With You - Dream x Reader

Inspiration for this is With You by iamjakehill. I strongly recommend listening to this song to get into the mood of the writing.

Genre: fluffy little adventure

Warnings: none!

Characters: cc!Dream, Y/N

“C’mon, Y/N! They’re all waiting in the car already!” Dream called to his partner, who was just throwing on a hoodie in a hurry, stumbling out of their shared room. “Jeez, there you are! Let’s go.” He linked his arm with theirs, then partially dragged them to the car that would be bringing them wherever the driver decided to bring them. Sapnap had already called dibs on shotgun, so Y/N was sat right behind the driver’s seat, which was where Dream would be.

Sliding into their seat, they shot Sapnap a playful pout about their seating arrangement, to which the male replied with a nose scrunch and a triumphant laugh. Beside Y/N sat a half-confused George, and on the other side of George was Karl. In the furthest seat back was Quackity, sprawled out and jokingly yelling at anyone who bothered to ask if one of the middle people could move back and sit with him. Although it was an odd group, it was a fun group, and Y/N was excited. 

“Everyone ready?” Dream looked back as he got into his seat and fastened his seatbelt. 

“Not yet!” Karl was trying to convince Quackity to scoot over still, and finally he complied. Karl quickly pulled himself over the back of the middle seats, landing half on the other male in the back, and half on the seat. After everyone arranged themselves comfortably, Dream backed out of the driveway, then pushed the car forward and sped off. 

Once they were out on the highway, Y/N rolled down the window they were sat next to, sticking their hand out the window and feeling the cool air rush against it. It had been particularly warm all day, and the air from the car speeding down the highway was a nice and refreshing change. Dream looked at his partner from the rearview mirror and chuckled. 

---

Once the car was stopped again, everyone quickly got out, looking around. 

“Yo, where are we?” Quackity looked around. It was a little park, with a swingset, some climbing tires, and some seesaws. 

“Looks like a park, dude,” Sapnap replied loudly, nudging Quackity and Karl. “I’ll race you guys to the swings.”

Karl grinned brightly. “You’re on!”

As Y/N and Dream watched the three race each other to the swingset, they intertwined their fingers. They sat in the grass, which had the smell of a recent visit from a lawnmower, and smiled as the three others awkwardly sat in swings meant for small children, trying to see who could go the highest. George was just getting out of the car after falling sleep on the way, and he slowly pulled his phone from his pocket to snap pictures of the three stooges. 

“This is really nice.” Y/N rested their head on Dream’s shoulder. 

“I’m glad you like it. I just kinda figured that everyone needed a break. We all do so much, and we deserve to take a break once in a while.” 

The two went quiet for a bit, taking in all the good vibes. 

Well, until the two heard shrieking from George. “Sapnap, leave me alone!” 

“I told you not to take that picture!” Sapnap quickly chased after the older brunette, who obviously had snapped another picture to spite him. 

Y/N and their boyfriend exchanged a glance, laughing and getting up to go help solve the issue. 

They hoped things would never change.

Maybe Someday - George x Reader

Lol have fun 

Genre: angsty little breakup moment

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, if I miss something, let me know!

Characters: cc!George, Y/N

Honestly, it wasn’t even a slight surprise when Y/N felt more distanced from their boyfriend, George, than usual. Between streaming and hanging out with all his friends from the SMP, there really was just no room for Y/N anymore.

Normally, they were fine about waiting for the moment that there was spare time for them, but at this point there really was just none left. Any time that George came into the room, it wasn’t for them, it was because he forgot something. Whenever he would pass by the door and not even glance at Y/N, their heart sank further into a dark pit. 

Finally, after maybe a week of Y/N heading to bed alone and George heading to bed way later just to wake up and not even speak to his partner, Y/N decides it’s… probably for the best. They leave their shared room to find George eating breakfast. He gives only a slight nod to acknowledge them. 

“Hey, George? Do you have a minute?” They asked quietly, leaning against the kitchen counter. George shook his head, chewing and swallowing in order to give a verbal answer. 

“I really don’t, I’m just eating a quick breakfast and then I have to hop back on the computer today.” He chuckles, although Y/N finds it far from funny, and he takes another bite.

“Well this is important. I’ll make it quick though, so you don’t miss a single minute of computer time,” They reply sarcastically. “Anyway, obviously you have no room to be in a relationship right now, and I honestly am tired. I’m tired of waiting for you to have time for me, so I think the best course of action for us right now is to break up.” 

George doesn’t even seem upset. He takes another bite of his breakfast and nods. “So what are you gonna do? You can always stay here still if you’d like.” 

Y/N shakes their head. “I’ll probably stay in a hotel for a bit, then figure it out from there. As lovely as the offer sounds to stay, it’ll only feel worse, since I still love you… a lot.” They smile, hopefully to cover the fact that their eyes were watering and the instinct to cry was already kicking in. 

George nods again. “I would help you pack, but…” 

“Yeah. You’re busy. I get it.” They turn on their heel and head to their room, immediately gathering all their things in that room and setting them on the bed. Where they had left their suitcase, they had no clue. The good thing about having not brought much or kept much here was the fact that moving out would be a breeze. 

They looked around a bit, until finally they found the suitcase. Good thing that this was keeping them busy, or they would really start sobbing on the spot. They walked back down the hall, frowning when they heard George sniffling from the room. They peek their head into the room to see George, whose eyes were a bit red and puffy. 

Y/N rolls their eyes a bit. That could be about anything. No reason to feel sorry now. They walk in and set the suitcase down flat, folding clothes and putting them neatly into the case. George is wiping at his eyes and pretending he wasn’t just crying. He sits down in his chair and spins to face the computer’s screen, also busying himself so he doesn’t cry more. 

“Remember the time we went out to that restaurant?” George asked suddenly while Y/N was halfway through their packing. “And we nearly lit the table on fire.” 

Y/N had been doing so well up until that point. They had been fine until he had to start bringing shit up. That was the breaking point, and the dam behind their eyes broke loose. “Y-Yeah.” Their voice cracked weakly. “You were just… trying to be a gentleman, and I was awkward…”

Looking back on that moment hurt. It was one of the happiest moments of their life, yet… it hurt so badly now. Things could never be the same. 

“You don’t have to go, Y/N. We don’t have to break up. I could work things out. I could spend time with you again.” He spun to look up at Y/N from his chair, his eyes a silent plea.

Y/N shook their head, wiping at their tear-stained cheeks. “No, I think for now we need some space to figure out how to actually make things work. You’re a very busy streamer, George. You’re in high demand from friends and fans, it’s hard to say no.” They zip up the suitcase and give a despairingly sad smile. “But, once we do figure this out, if we still love each other… then we can try again. Okay?” 

George nods, brows furrowing together. 

Y/N leans forward, pressing a long lasting kiss to George’s forehead. “You’ll still have my number, okay? I’ll be there for you whenever you need me. But… for now, I just need to put some distance between us.” They smile again, waving as they leave the room. They head out to the lot to get their car, not once looking to see if George was watching them leave.

Nighttime - Callahan x Reader

Not me simping whaaaat? All simping aside, thank you guys so much for 300 followers!

Genre: fluffy! Love me some fluff after the George writing.

Warnings: None, but if I miss anything let me know!

Characters: Callahan, Y/N

The day had been busy, filled with grocery shopping, making meals, and then hanging out with friends on Minecraft. Y/N and their boyfriend had been productive for the most part all day, and now they were both exhausted. 

Y/N slowly sank into bed, their entire body feeling heavy from the exhaustion settling into their bones. They’d also had a big dinner, so the heavy feeling was even stronger. Leave it up to a busy day and a good dinner to drag Y/N straight to bed. 

Callahan slowly shuffled toward the bed too, collapsing face-first into the sheets. As fun as the Dream Team was, their level of chaos normally had him making his way into bed with something to cure a headache. It was always super fun with his friends, but he would never say they weren’t headache-inducing. 

That’s really how friends should be sometimes.

Callahan slowly made his way completely up into the bed, giving his partner a slight smile before pulling the covers over himself. Nights like this were spent scrolling on phones until the two would finally fall right to sleep. Tonight, Callahan ruffled their hair and scooted closer to his partner, pulling up some YouTube. 

The two went through multiple “how to make that” type videos, then settled on some quiet minecraft build videos. Then, eventually, the two zonked. 

The next morning, Y/N had horrible bedhead. Lucky them.

hey hi hello I’m alive and currently working on the highly requested second part to the Georgie angst fic I made

I’ll give you a sneak peek as a treat for being so civil with my horrible lack of activity.

“Hey.” 

“Hi.” 

It’d been... well, a while since Y/N and George had seen each other. Too long. Y/N had been staying with their family for a while after their breakup with George, and George had slowly devolved to leaving the house a mess while thinking about how he could rearrange his schedule and find a way to win his ex back over. Y/N had been doing fine albeit being upset, while George had felt a bit pathetic about his lack of efforts.

“Coffee?” Y/N offered, motioning for him to sit down and get a coffee with them. The shop was pretty quiet, and it was mostly due to the fact that it was fairly early in the morning. 

George nodded quietly, sitting across from them.

Colour Me Blue - Eret

Listen, I have never written Eret except the headcanons I used to do. I’ll do some more headcanons soon. Also for this piece I’m only going to use they/them for Eret but in the future I’ll mix it up more.

Inspiration is Colour Me Blue by Akane (listen to it, it’s very good /nf)

Genre: I needed fluff after some of the angst I’ve written (whoops totally don’t have angst ready for posting tomorrow or day after)

Warnings: none I think. If I miss anything, don’t be shy and let me know! 

Characters: Eret, Y/N

“You know you’re wonderful, right?” Eret looked over to their partner, Y/N, smiling from ear to ear. The two were sat outside together, watching some clouds. 

“Yes.” Y/N laughed softly, before continuing. “You tell me every day. Lately I’ve believed it. The longer you go telling me, the more I’ve actually believed you. Crazy how that works.” 

Eret’s smile only seemed to grow. “Like hypnotism,” they joked, “although, jokes aside, I’m really glad. You deserve to feel good about yourself. You deserve to be happy, Y/N.” 

“So do you.” Y/N looked to Eret, tilting their head and drawing their knees to their chest. “You deserve it just as much as I.” 

“I am happy.” 

The two smiled fondly at each other, then laid down to look up at the sky, which was slowly bleeding oranges and reds. The end of the day was slowly approaching. 

“You know,” Eret spoke, breaking the sweet silence, “we spent so long dancing around the fact that we liked each other.”

Y/N thought for a long time, the silence stretching on but in no uncomfortable sort of way. That was true, the two had liked each other for so long, yet it was only recently that they realised it.

“Yeah. You’re right.” The two shared a quiet laugh, before the silence took over again. The clouds took on a pinkish colour as the day’s end crept through the sky, reaching as far as it could go, before finally the darkness swallowed the warm colours, which gave way to night. Stars poked through the darkness. Still, the two watched the sky.

Y/N rolled onto their side to look at Eret, who still stared up at the sky. What luck Y/N had to be able to be this way with them. To bond like this. 

As they lay there, all Y/N could think was, We should do this more often. 

“I’ll make more time for this kind of stuff.” Eret looked over.

Mind-reader. 

Never Letting Go - Dream x Reader

Remember when Dream said if he did a meet and greet, that he wouldn’t let go until you did when hugging? Yeah, me too. Anyway small writing bit to feed yall while I work on more content.

Theme: fluffy!!! whoo

Warnings: none. If I miss somethin’, don’t be afraid to tell me!

Characters: Dream, Y/N

Dream had finally gotten to the point where he was comfortable and wanted to do the meet and greet he’d talked about in the past. While he made his regular videos and played games with his good friends, and spent time on calls with his partner Y/N, he had been planning this meet and greet. 

Eventually, the news came out, and immediately Y/N saved money to go. It would be a fun surprise for the both of them to see each other in person.

On the way to the place that was picked for the event, they blasted one of their favourite playlists in the car, glad to be the only one in it. That was because they were belting the lyrics to every song. They were excited, but also a bit nervous. Mostly excited, though.

The crowd was huge, and loud, and tightly packed together, but slowly the line dwindled down, and Y/N got closer to seeing their boyfriend in person. They couldn’t stand still, switching their weight from foot to foot, jumping a little in place, and any other movements to get their nerves to wear off. 

When Y/N was finally next in line, they ran to their boyfriend and wrapped him in a tight bear hug. Dream barely had time to register that his partner, the person he loved more than pretty much anyone in the world, was here to see him for real. He wrapped his arms around them just as tightly, swaying back and forth and kissing the top of their head. 

“Didn’t expect you to be here,” He teased quietly, as fans took pictures of the two as they held each other. 

“Couldn’t pass up on this opportunity,” Y/N replied. “We can hang out some more after all of this. Go get some food. Whatever you want.”

After another long pause of the two just hugging, Y/N spoke again. “If it weren’t for there being tonnes of other fans waiting to meet you... I would never let go.” 

The Blade - Techno x Reader

Request: i love your writing so much and would love if you could write Techno and Y/N? Like Y/N maybe is new to the whole PvP thing so Techno is teaching them?

This is such a good idea, also thank you! One Technoblade comin’ right up!

Genre: who knows really. 

Warnings: violence talk, weapons, war talk a little as well, some talk of gore and blood and such. If I miss anything, let me know!

Characters: Technoblade, bit of Wilbur, Y/N

“Keep your stance,” Technoblade barked at Y/N, who immediately fixed their stance with haste. “Good. Now, make sure you’re holdin’ your axe in a comfortable way. You need to actually FEEL the power that surges through your weapon. You’re either with your weapon, or you’re as good as dead.”

Y/N blinked a few times, holding their axe in different ways to get a feel for what was best. After a minute or so, they finally found what was most comfortable. No matter how they held it, the weight was awkward, and the wooden handle was rough. If they weren’t careful, splinters were not only possible, but very likely. “Okay, Techno, what next?”

Techno folds his arms over his chest, staring down at them. “Well, let’s see how good a swing you’ve got. You may be good at swingin’ a sword, but the axe is much different in comparison. I’m not allowin’ any of us to use a sword, since it’s easy to hit allies in the middle of a war. With an axe, you get better crits, and you also don’t risk hittin’ anyone you don’t mean to.” The hybrid took his own axe, going through how to properly swing the weapon. 

Y/N, although a bit slower in contrast, swung well. The weight of the diamond axe was still uncomfortable for them, but they would soon get used to it. They had to. 

After what felt like an eternity but was only really an hour and a half, Techno turned to Y/N with a big grin. “Ready to try and take me on, Y/N?” He joked. Y/N nudged him playfully with an elbow, sitting down in the grass beneath them. 

“Definitely not. I could always train with Wilbur for that, since I’m closer to his level than to yours.” 

The two looked at the male mentioned, who was chopping some wood while singing about out. “You may be right,” Techno replied, laughing quietly as Y/N glares teasingly. 

That was Y/N’s first, as well as last, time training.