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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.

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...?” 

Someday You’ll Understand - SBI

Here’s an SBI (Techno x GN!Reader and SBI content) blurb I thought about a lot. Happy 200!

Warnings: angst, some strong language, and war

Theme: You and Techno think back on your lives thus far as you give advice to a young Tommy.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Tommy, c!Wilbur, Y/N

A/N: This literally took me a week to write fully because I’ve been so burnt out. I hope you all enjoy.

“Y’ever fought other people?” The little blonde asked Y/N and Technoblade, playing ‘war’ with little figures on the floor of the home. The older two shared a look, though it didn’t stop the piglin hybrid from answering anyway.

“Yes, we both have.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but remember. The wars were the worst part of their life, having ripped their friends and family away. The only person that had managed to not be killed or imprisoned and always made their way back was Techno. They fought together countless times, and that’s why they were together as of now.

The first war Y/N had fought in, they were all shaky and would constantly insist that they couldn’t do it. They couldn’t go against people they once called their friends. Of course, Techno didn’t want them dead, and talked them through it. It was the only way.

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? I can’t have you die because you won’t fight. You said you would do this for us, and you can’t back out now. Got it?”

“You don’t understand, Techno! I cared about them- I still do! I’m not like you, I don’t forget about the good things about a person I used to know when they fuck up!” They dropped their sword at their feet and teared up. 

“Look, I get it. You don’t want to hurt them. Unfortunately, Y/N, things aren’t always puppies and rainbows. Look around you! Look at what they’ve done! They tear everyone apart and start wars just to fight for the memory of something that can never be the same. They fight for a place that no longer feels like peace and friendship and freedom. They’re torturing themselves by holding onto that stupid place.” He sighed, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Look, you can either fight for the greater good, or you can turn against me too. What’ll it be?”

Of course they had chosen him. He was the only one to stay true to himself and his word thus far. 

“Y/N, we’re your friends, remember? Why are you fighting alongside the enemy? Don’t you want L’Manberg back?” 

“I don’t plan to fight for something that’s tearing us all apart. I want to see this place in ashes,” Y/N replied, shaking as they swung their sword. They’d been killing old friends all day. They just wanted to go home, but instead they chugged a potion of strength and moved on. 

Little Tommy looked up at his brother, a mix of interest as well as what could possibly be described as sadness crossing his features. “Well, why? Why did you fight?”

Techno sighed, sitting down beside Tommy and picking up one of the figures. “Well, when disagreements form, people like to make it all into a big deal. I made things into a big deal. When you disagree and don’t talk it out, it can lead to fights.” Setting the toy back down, the pink-haired male looks up at Y/N.

“Were you sad?” The blonde boy also looked toward Y/N as they sat beside Techno gently, taking hold of their boyfriend’s hand and sighing softly, a sweet smile taking hold of their features, to avoid the urge to cry. 

“For a while, yeah,” Y/N explained, “so keep your friends and your family close, okay? Make sure you never have to fight with them. Make sure that, when you argue, the first thing you do is talk it out. Okay, Tommy?” 

Tommy nods quickly. “But... why does talking help? Does talking really do anything to avoid getting killed?”

Wilbur walks in quietly, a look of concern on his face, as both Y/N and Techno struggle to come up with an answer that’ll satisfy but not traumatise the little boy. “Dare I ask what’s happening in here, guys?” 

Tommy stands, bounding over to the brunette. “Wil! I was wondering about wars and stuff. Like, you and Techno and Y/N have all fought in wars ‘n stuff, so does talking really work to avoid them?” Wilbur’s expression sours slightly as he picks up his little brother and places him on his hip. 

“Sometimes, but there are occasions where no amount of talking will get you anywhere closer to avoiding it.” 

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions, Tommy. It’ll all be clear to you when you’re older though. Someday... you’ll understand.”

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.

Until Then - Sapnap x Reader

Theme: so following the trend of angsty breakup.... it’s Sapnap’s turn~~

Warnings: general angst, breakup stuff y’know? If I miss anything, lemme know.

Characters: Sapnap, Y/N

“I never fell out of love with you,” Sapnap explained. Y/N sat across from him at the dining room table, their expression unreadable as their soon-to-be ex-boyfriend spoke. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to keep being with you.”

Just before this, Y/N had been working on schoolwork, when their boyfriend came in with a downturned head and a sigh. Automatically, they had known something was up.

“So then what is it?” Y/N asked calmly, although on the inside, they were cracking. They’d always been good at masking emotions, because they’d learned that it was best to be calm. Let people say what they wanna say, and don’t sway them. Don’t make them feel bad.

They wanted to cry.

“It’s... I don’t know. Maybe we started dating at the wrong time. Maybe both of us are still too young to be doing this right now. I’ve been really busy with Dream, and streaming, and it’s just... it’s a lot.” He blinks a couple of times, and Y/N can tell by his reddening eyes that this man is trying hard not to burst into tears himself.

Y/N can tell he’s being genuine.

“Okay,” They reply slowly, resting a hand on his arm. “So what we’ll do is break up, but you need to tell me now if there’s a chance. If there’s a day we’ll be ready to be together.” 

Sapnap blinks. It was that easy? Yet... 

“Yeah. No, yeah, of course, Y/N! I want to be with you so fucking bad dude, you have no idea. So as soon as both of us are ready and want to be with each other, we can.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” Y/N gives him a bittersweet smile and stands, hands shaky as they swallow back the lump in their throat. Now wasn’t the time to cry. “Anyway, I should probably go back home. I’ll text you when I get there.” 

Sapnap walks them to the door, watching Y/N get into their car. “Drive safe.” 

Remember? - Platonic Ranboo x Reader

Request: a formal request for Ranboo angst.

A/N: fair enough. sobs 

Theme: you wanted angst? I’ll give you angst. Cry.

Warnings: general angst and repeated words, buuuut if I miss something lemme know.

Characters: c!Ranboo, Y/N

If only he could remember what he'd done.

Maybe then Y/N wouldn't be cowering. Flinching at the sight of him.

"What did I do?" When his long-time friend wouldn’t answer, he took a few steps back and sat on the ground. “Y/N, please...” 

Y/N turned their head and hid their face, because as much as they would have loved to say that nothing had happened... they couldn’t. Not again. The amount of times that Y/N had played off Ranboo’s random outbursts and lapses in memories as him just sleepwalking was too many to count. Even worse, these episodes had become more and more frequent.

Awkwardly and slowly, Ranboo made his way closer to his friend, who just glared in such a sad way that tears pricked at the enderman hybrid’s eyes. It stung. Maybe he deserved it. Y/N had never looked at him this way.

“Don’t come any closer.” 

Ranboo stopped in his tracks, holding up his hands in a surrender. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t even know what you did.” 

Ranboo wiped at his eyes, which only stung more. Don’t get worked up. Please don’t get worked up. Don’t do it don’t do it don’tdoitdon’tdon’tdon’tdo-

He felt like he was floating, suspended in nothing but darkness. Where was Y/N? Where was the grass, the grass he always liked? Where did the flowers go? Where was everything?

He tried his hardest to shout, but his pleas were silenced, his words cut short.

And on the other end, Y/N slowly inched away from the Ranboo who wasn’t stuck. Who wasn’t pleading endlessly and silently for anyone to help him. 

Y/N could never forget the purple glow that had enveloped the once red and green of his eyes, which matched the telltale glow of his enchanted axe. 

There’s nothing I can do for you, Ranboo.

They ran, for that was the only thing they could do anymore.

Mcyt book idea/au

Mumza (the goddess of death) sees how badly tommys being treated and when dream kills him, he goes to the passerine world instead of the afterlife cortsey of mumza. Now either Tommy and Mumza appear at the castle and mumza tells passerine will, techno and Phil to look after him and that hes not thier tommy but another version of him or something along the lines of that or he appears in a forest and makes his way into the kingdom were a palace guard finds hin and brings him to the Royal family.

Passerine will, phil and technoblade discovers Tommy's trauma and try and help him with it all while Tommy denies the fact he's traumatised and hides it.

This is inspired by im way to young to die forever by AdorableAxolotl

clingy

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

genre: angst to fluff

description: you overhear george talking about how he wishes you weren’t as attached to him as you are, so you give him exactly what he wants

you sauntered over towards your bedroom door, a plate of food being balanced in your left hand as you held a small bottle of water in your right. george was recording a new video with dream.

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dear mcyt wirters, PLEASE check @/smp-boundaries before writing cause some of you are crossing a lot of peoples boundaries :/