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sykokilljoyy · 1 year

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building a burning house (soulmate au) - sapnap x reader

pairings: dsmp!sapnap x reader (not cc!sapnap, this is a fictional character) words: 2866 warnings: enemies to lovers, blood, war, angst, scars, wounds, pain. this is set whilst l'manberg is still standing, some details have been changed to include y/n. enjoy!!

summary: in a world where soulmates share scars, y/n discovers that her soulmate is her sworn enemy the night before they go to war.

Fireflies hummed, hovering just feet above the surface of the water, dancing perfectly on the ripples below. Moonlight slipped through the oak leaves that towered above, a gentle white glow shining back from the reflection. Festivities burst, albeit muffled, from the humble building beyond the trees, laughter and cheers of your peers filling the air as you sat on the river’s edge. There was a war coming, when the moon settles down to rest and the sun takes her place. People were going to die, to lose another life at the hands of your enemies. A traitor had already been weeded out, and talks of another loom between the soldiers, hushed voices pointing their fingers at turned backs.

Summer’s air circled around you, embracing your weathered skin like a warm goodbye. Hopelessness filled you, even though you knew full-well you should be holding your head high and willing to lock arms with your fellow patriots. It didn’t feel like a war. It felt like walking, hand-in-hand to a certain death. Maybe that’s why you were out here, to bid a farewell to the city you called home, well tidings to the life you knew.

Glancing down to your hands, you brushed them through the bitter water, scanning the scars that covered your skin. It was an old tale, some legend of a mage who lost their soulmate in a horrid war, that you share the scars of your soulmate. Whilst you didn’t used to believe it, even when odd scars begun showing up on your body now and again, you would pin it to sleepwalking, or accidental wounds from your clumsy nature. It wasn’t until one day in your teen years, when a burning itch spread across the left of your torso. Revelling in pain and discomfort, you pulled up your shirt, revealing a large, tender scar of a fresh burn seared into your flesh.

Ever since, your body had been tainted with cuts, burns and horrible wounds you couldn’t even theorise the nature of. Not like your soulmate wouldn’t have had a fair share of your own, from sword fighting with Toby, to the various fights and battles you’d won and lost as an army. It’s what you’d expect from the life you live.

Eyes to the night sky, you watched the L’Manberg flag sway in the wind, your thoughts cast back to those you fought for. You wished desperately for something, an array of hope or a glimpse of something, anything to get the upper hand. Whilst you knew your enemy, you had someone on the inside to relay information, it didn’t feel like enough. You knew Dream, from years gone past, you knew he wouldn’t hold anything at face value. They have something prepared, something you couldn’t even imagine.

In that moment, a surge of something ran through you. Whether that was hope, determination or damn-right stupidity, you grabbed the blade that lay on the dirt beside you, picking up your quiver and set off into the darkness of the forest. Lighting a torch a few inches in front of you, you pushed yourself through the sticks and branches of the thick, untouched woods ahead. No one ever ventured between the countries, and if they did, it was through the path North of the main gate - the safest route. You’d be shot on sight if you were seen approaching the SMP in the middle of the night, so the dense trees were your only option.

Brave as it was, it was always dumb to leave the confines of light and company at night, the darkness filled with creatures and threats beyond your imagination. For that reason, you hugged your bow close to your body. Branches cracked and leaves rustled all around you, and the human part of you wanted nothing more than to give in to the fear that nudged at your chest and run back to the safety of your people, but you knew you needed the upper-hand. You pushed on.

Not even a minute further, light begun to break through the trees, the hum of life flittering through the canopies - you were close. Blowing out the lit torch, you packed it away and steadied your movements, knowing that anything too sudden would alert the guards by the walls. All you needed to get was close enough to hear a whisper of something, anything. The closer you got, the louder the guards voices became, until you heard a whisper of the war coming from above. Straining, you focused on the mans voice, just almost loud enough to hear his words. Almost, just a little closer-

“You, of all people, should know you’re not allowed here,” In a split second, a blade was pressed against your throat, strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a warm, hard body. A gasp that left your body was quickly rectified as his hand left your waist and flew over your mouth to avoid the guards seeing you. You knew his voice immediately, Sapnap’s had always had a distinctive hoarseness to it.

“You’re either going to tell me what you’re doing here, or I kill you right now,” His breath was hot on your neck, lips close to your ear to keep his tone hushed and discreet, “Deal?”

His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, having traversed the woods for hours collecting supplies for his people, he always worked better, faster at nightfall. Scanning the body in his grasp, his eyes landed on your skin for the first time. Not once had he seen you up close, your only contact being distant whilst your leaders fought, occasionally wounding one another in a brief battle, but nothing that would require this proximity. His shoulder twitched as he stared at the almost familiar scar etched into your own, shrugging off any correlation as you nodded your head hurriedly.

Carefully, he removed his hand from your mouth, and you hurried out a half-hearted excuse, “We needed supplies, and I must’ve lost my way, my torch went out and I didn’t know I was so close I-”

“Oh come on, darlin’, we both know you’re lying,” His smirk was evident in his voice, you didn’t need to see him to know it. Dread filled your body as the knife dug deeper into your skin, close to drawing blood, “You were here to get information.”

It wasn’t a question. He read you exactly as you’d been written, to your annoyance. Head spinning, your brain ran through a million different escape plans, filtering through the abstract and landed on one slightly plausible option - you just needed to keep him talking.

“You know our plan, don’t you?” You hurried out, thinking on the spot of an excuse to keep him talking, some part of you hoping he’d spill something unknown to you, “Eret told you what we had planned, right? The tunnels we set up below your land?”

Silence fell for a moment, and your hand subtly edged towards the handle of the sword in your sheath.

“He told us you were falling apart. That Wilbur is losing his mind in there,” He uttered back, his grip on your waist tightening, to which your body pushed against him as an automatic response.

“He was a traitor. For the both of us. He planted the TNT in our walls and he fed you lies for weeks,” You spat back, your hand now successfully around the handle of your beloved sword.

“You don’t know anything about us. You know nothing of our intentions, of our plan. You hide away in your grounds and build stupid bunkers in your own city as if it’ll change anything, as if you’re ever going to win,” You froze. Dream had gloated about another traitor amongst your men, how someone you held dear was ready to rip your people down from the inside, and Sapnap had just told you exactly who it was. Only you and one other person knew of the bunker overlooking L’Manberg. Only you and Wilbur. Finally. Finally, you might have the upperhand.

In one quick motion, your hand ripped the sword from your belt, grabbing his arm and pulling it from you, flipping yourself around and holding your sword tip at the base of his neck. His reactions matched yours, his blade digging into the base of your throat.

The pair of you stood, face to face, at arms length, knives threatening each others skin, waiting for the other to make their move. Only now, for the first time, were you able to actually look at the man in front of you, the man who had killed off half your men with his pyrotechnics. Thick black hair protruding from a white cotton headband, eyes glimmering red in the dark moonlight. He was tall, taller than you had remembered him being, and his blood-stained, burnt white shirt clung to his body harshly. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by this man, especially after seeing the weathered, cold look in his eyes, wanting to know everything that got him to where he is now, and everything that is to come for him.

“It’s your move,” You muttered, keeping still to keep his blade from breaking your skin.

“You need to leave.”

His eyes hadn’t left yours, but yours wandered along the arm that held his sword, reaching the skin of his hand. Littered with scars and wounds, his hands were calloused and burnt, assumingly a product of his fascination of setting fire to your buildings. A particular scar caught your eye, however, dragging from the tip of his thumb, to the base of his wrist - an identical scar to one you had gained whilst fighting on a rivers edge one day, slicing your hand open on a rock. Curiously, your eyes scanned his hand for any others, surely enough landing on the same scar you had on the back of your hand from an accidental stab wound from Tommy.

Dread filled your stomach as you took in the similarities of your skin, only to be ripped by your thoughts as his blade slid up to your chin, leaving an open wound in its wake. You winced, the immediate sting hitting you as you feel the blood begin to weap. The wound was surface level, nothing to worry about, but enough to cause your knees to buckle slightly.

“Look at me,” Your eyes darted to his cold stare and the rest of his voice was filtered out of your mind as you stayed fixated on the red, bleeding line that peeked on his skin, surfacing above his black turtleneck.

Mind clouded, you lowered your sword, hand on his arm to move his out the way as you stepped towards him. Hesitant at first, Sapnap’s body froze up as he tried to understand your plan, run through the possibilities of what the hell you might be doing. As you raised his hand to him, almost like you would a dangerous animal, to show you were no threat, he made no attempt to stop you. You reached for his neck, pulling his shirt down slowly and eyes widening at the dark crimson, tender, fresh scar that ran up his throat, identical to the open wound on your own.

For the first time, you were close, not just in proximity. Sapnap’s hand darted to his neck, feeling the rising bump of the newly-forming scar and his eyes met yours, a realisation hitting the both of you. Neither of you had noticed how close you had gotten, and for the first time, he saw you. Not his opponent, not his enemy, just you. A person, with glimmering eyes staring back at him and soft, yet scarred skin that he felt the sudden urge to touch. Something in his mind had always blocked out the possibility of a soulmate, convincing himself he was impossible to love, undetermined to find his person.

But here you were, the only person he could never have.

“You need to leave. Go home.” He spoke quickly, pulling his eyes from yours in fear of never wanting to see anything but that colour again.

“But, Sapnap,” Your voice was hushed but desperate, “We can’t just, I mean, what do we do?”

“Go. Now.” Voice stern and meaningful, he pulled his sword back into his belt and stepped away from you, pulling a lighter from his pocket to light his way home, “And tell no one of this. You were never here, Y/N.”

Not letting you say another word, he stepped back into the darkness of the trees, and you could only watch as the gentle hum of his light faded out of view. Stunned, it felt like your feet were sinking into the dirt below you, unable to move as the overwhelming blow of meeting your soulmate for the first time flooded you, the realisation that it was your sworn enemy, the man you had fought for years alongside your family.

It wasn’t until you heard the guards above you alert each other to what they think is a person in the woods below that you picked your feet up and moved, running back towards home at a pace you didn’t even realise possible, the numbness filling you.

But it was too late to think of that now. As daylight stretched itself over the vastness above and smoke filled the air, screams and cries surrounding you as you pushed yourself to your feet, sword in hand as the ache of your body watched over the battlefield in front of you. It had all happened so quickly. At one moment, you had won. Dream was dead and others surrendered, and the next thing you know, L’Manberg, the country you owed your life to, you had grown and lived in for so long, was in flames, and Wilbur was dead. He had done it. You were right, he was the traitor. He blew up and destroyed the one thing you had dedicated your life to protecting, and now he was dead. Gone.

Hearing the screams of the Wither, the explosions destroying innocence only meters from you, you did the only thing your brain had the capacity to comprehend. You ran. You picked a direction, and you ran. Faster than your legs could carry you, much like the night before except this time, you had no idea where you were heading. In fact, you didn’t even have anywhere to head, it was all gone.

It wasn’t until you reached a river too wide to cross on your own, did you stop. Falling to your knees as they buckled beneath you. Holding yourself together, you looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and tried to make sense of it all. Your friend was dead, many other lives being stolen from either side, even Dream himself losing a life at the hands of yourself.

A twig snapped not far from you, and your body jumped, snapping to its direction, already on high alert. What stood there, feet from you, was the last thing you expected. A war-torn, blood covered Sapnap towered by the edge of the forest, open wound on his head and chest heaving as he’d been running like you.

No words were said, there was a look of understanding between you both. Without a second thought, you were in his arms, sobbing and letting your body purge itself of the grief and stress you faced just moments ago on the remains of your home. His chest stuttered as he let out a quiet sob, tears falling for his friends who has lost their lives in the same battle.

Gripping each other tightly, you felt in his arms that it was right. That he was right. That his touch was holding you together, even as you fell apart. Hand in your hair, he held you tightly into his chest, a mirrors image flipped of not even 24 hours ago, when your back was flush against where your tears stained now.

He didn’t know why he was here, he didn’t know why he followed you. He saw you flee and his heart told him before his brain did to follow you.

“What the fuck do we do, Sapnap?” You sobbed, shaking in his arms.

“I- I don’t know, Y/N,” His voice was shaky, much softer than the night before and far, far more caring.

“I want to leave, I don’t want to go back. I can’t,” You breathed, your knees growing weak as the grief hit you.

“We don’t have to stay,” He started, his hand coming up to pull your chin from his chest, meeting his gaze. The look in your eyes made his heart yearn, wanting to rip the sadness from your body bit by bit until it was absent, “We’ll go, there’s nothing for us back there anymore. We’ll find somewhere, just us two.”

It was always said, in old wives tales, that once you found your soulmate, you knew it was exactly what you needed. It felt like a warm fireplace after a long expedition in the snow, like a sip of water after years of thirst. It felt like happiness, like safety and comfort. That’s how his words felt, like picking a book up in the middle of its pages and knowing exactly where you left off.

“I’ll be here, Y/N, always,” He whispered softly, bringing your head back into the warmth of his chest, “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

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ilovesapnappy · 7 months

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trying to settle this debate with my friend. DOES SAPNAP HAVE BROWN HAIR OR GINGER? because in the sun it looks really orange but in the dark it looks light brown.. IDK ANYMORE IDK WHAT TO BELIEVEEE.

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dreamwasnotaken · 1 year

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no because imagine you’re good friends with sapnap and you two smoke for the first time together and it leads to... yeah. I CAN’T GET IT OUTTA MY HEAD SO ENJOY. im high asf writing this bye.

warnings: nsfw, smut, slight power play, marijuana, smoking,,, minors dni!!!

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you would be hanging out at the dream team house like you usually would, except this time you and nick were alone. the other boys were out running errands, and you and nick were just sitting in the living room, watching a show.

you and nick had always had a thing for each other. whether is was the subtle flirting or the tension between you two, it was very obvious. especially to all of the boys.

“i have an idea.” nick would blurt out. it had been silent between the two of you, but the quietness was comforting.

“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, turning your head towards him.

“have you ever smoked before?” he’d grin at you.

“uh- like, once or twice.” you would admit sheepishly.

“do you want to?” he questioned innocently. “you can totally say no and i’d understand.”

“no, let’s do it,” you said, even though you were a bit hesitant. the other times you had smoked, it ended in your heart beating through your chest and a panic attack. but you felt safe being with nick, and thought that if something bad happened, at least he would be there for you.

“alright, let me grab my stuff. stay put.” he smiled down at you as he stood up, walking upstairs to his room.

not long later, nick returns with a backpack in hand. he sits down next to you, his leg touching yours, and unzips it.

“wow, i had no idea you smoked this much.” you said with wide eyes as nick pulled out a black grinder, a lighter, and a bowl. he could sense how nervous you were becoming.

“i really don’t,” he chuckled as he sprinkled weed into the bowl. “i just do it occasionally, usually when i’m stressed.” he explained.

“oh.” you gulped as you watched him light the bowl, his thumb resting on a hole on the side and his mouth sucking in from the end. the smell of marijuana invaded your nose, making you cringe a little.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” nick sensed your feeling of uncomfortableness. “but if you do, i’m right here. everything’s gonna be okay.” he reassured, handing the bowl and lighter towards you.

“no, i want to.” you gave him a light smile as you took it from him.

“i’ll teach you, okay? put the end up to your mouth, and cover the hole at the end with your thumb.” he instructed, pointing at each hole. you obliged as he brings the lighter up to the actual bowl part.

“i’ll light it for you, and when i do, suck in. then you’ll release your thumb from the hole, and inhale even more.”

all you did was nod slightly at him. he flicked the lighter on, lighting the bud. you did as he told, and removed your finger after inhaling. you sucked in the horrid tasting smoke, inhaling it as much as you could before coughing.

“hey, not bad.” nick giggled at you sarcastically as you continued to cough your lungs out.

you glared at him, and snatched the lighter from his hands. you lit the bud yourself this time, doing the same exact motion as last time. this time though, you found yourself not coughing.

after the two of you took probably too many hits, you could both definitely feel it.

your entire body suddenly felt engulfed in a warm, tingly sensation. you felt as if you were almost floating. it felt like the other times you had smoked, minus the panic attack. every time you found yourself beginning to panic, you looked at nick and it made you feel better.

“oh my god y/n...” nick would groan, leaning back on the couch. his legs were spread open as he laid sprawled out on the couch next to you. your legs still touching.

“what’s wrong?” you questioned innocently.

“oh nothing, i’m just-” he paused as if he forgot how to speak. “i’m really high right now.”

“yeah, me too.” you giggled.

“what do you feel?” he questioned genuinely, sitting up and facing you. his face was so close to yours. your eyes flickered down at his lips, then back up to his eyes. your face flushed with embarrassment as you took your bottom lip between your teeth. you hoped he hadn’t noticed that.

“i feel...” you trail off. “i feel so fucking good nick.” you smile slyly.

“yeah?” he teased, bringing his face closer to yours. he was only inches away from you. “i bet you feel good.” he said in a low tone.

without hesitation, nick leaned all the way in and his lips met yours. his lips felt warm against yours, the taste of marijuana still lingering on his tongue. you both moved together in unison, your sense of pleasure being heightened to the max. you continued kissing, the pace slowly beginning to speed up.

nick slowly wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed lightly, sending a small moan to escape your lips.

your body ached with pleasure. you couldn’t think straight, you felt drunk off of nick’s lips on top of yours. all you wanted was him.

“come here.” nick groaned into your lips. he lightly grabbed you by your hips and swiftly pulled you on top of him. you were now straddling him, and adrenaline was pumping through your veins. ecstasy ran through your entire body as you began slowly grinding on him.

his eyes met yours as he wrapped his hands around your hips, rocking them back and forth.

“fuck,” he whispered as he took his right hand off of your hip, and wrapped it around your neck again. this time he squeezed harder, and brought your lips down to his. his mouth crashed onto yours once again, this time the kiss being much more sloppy and quick moving.

you were still grinding your hips against him as you two made out, and you began to feel yourself pool with wetness.

“i could get used to this,” nick smirked at you as he pulled away. you returned the smile, and hopped off of him, standing up.

nick gave you a confused look as you lightly tugged him by his wrist, nudging for him to stand up.

“come on,” you then intertwine your fingers with his, leading him up the stairs.

your body felt as if it was on fire. your mind was hazy, but you still knew exactly what you wanted. you lazily threw yourself onto nick’s bed, your legs dangling off the side.

“you are stunning, y/n,” nick breathed down at you before lowering himself on top of you. “can i?” he questioned, putting his hand toward your lower region. you nodded frantically and he took no time slipping your leggings down.

“nick, oh my-” your breath hitched as he inserted two fingers inside of you. he began pumping in and out at a slow pace. it was excruciating. “please nick, p-please faster.” you whimpered, your back arching off of the bed.

“forgot to mention that weed has that effect.” he chuckled deeply as he obliged to your plea. he began pumping in and out of you with much more force, hitting spots you thought were unimaginable.

dopamine surged through you from nick’s hands and the weed combined. you had never felt like this while being with anyone else, your body almost shaking in pleasure.

“i need you inside of me.” you begged as nick pushed his lips against yours again, taking his fingers out of you. he quickly slipped his gray sweatpants and underwear off, careful to not break the kiss between you two.

“anytime sweetheart, just ask.” nick pulled away from your mouth and whispered into your ear. without warning, nick inserted himself inside of you.

he was huge. pain ripped through your entire lower region, but was quick to be replaced with immense pleasure. he thrusted in and out of you with such force, his moans rippling through your ears. it only turned you on much more, digging your nails into his back as he pounded into you.

“you’re.. so tight.” nick growled as he finally came undone. you felt his body shake in excitement, and your orgasm was quick to follow. nick lazily thrusted into you a few more times, the action causing an almost too overwhelming sense of pleasure to flow through your body.

nick flopped down under the covers, and then pulled you into his arms. the two of you stayed laying like that until you both heard the front door open.

you both froze in shock. without saying anything, you both bolted out of the bed, frantically searching for your clothes.

“i can’t find my shirt!” you squealed quietly. “or my pants!”

“here,” nick was quick to slip an oversized shirt on you. the shirt smelled entirely like him. “that looks better on you anyways.” he winked.

your face flushed with embarrassment as he pulled a sweatshirt over his head. he rested a snapback on his head backwards, and you finally found your leggings, slipping them on hastily.

“hurry.” nick said in a hushed tone, opening his door quietly. you both did not want to get caught by your friends.

making your way down the stairs behind nick, you’re greeted with chuckles and smirking faces from clay, george, and karl.

“wow y/n, what happened to you? did your hair go through a storm?” clay snickered at you. you only shot him a glare, not realizing you looked like you had just been fucked.

“yeah, that storm’s name is sapnap.” karl giggled uncontrollably.

“very funny.” nick rolled his eyes, walking away into the living room.

“anything to say for yourself, y/n?” george holds an invisible microphone to your mouth.

“no comments at this time.” you smiled sheepishly, quickly following nick into the living room as he called for you.

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fanboo · 1 year

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It was raining. Your neighbor knew you had rain anxiety, so he invited you over. The two of you had been doing this for years; anytime it rained you would go to his apartment and in return you cooked him dinner once a month.

Today’s rain wasn’t so bad, but he still let you come over. You were glad for the excuse, as you’d been crushing on him for the past year now. “Hey,” you said as you walked in. Sapnap smiled as he shut the door behind you. “Hey, Y/N. I listened to that playlist you sent me? Loved it. Really good songs,” he said. You could hear it playing quietly in the background. “Listened so soon? Someone’s obsessed,” you teased.

Your neighbor playfully pushed you (gentle, as to not shove you) and fell onto his couch. “Nah, I just needed background music for a stream.”

You both grinned. He was full of crap and you knew it, and he knew you knew it. “Scoot over, I wanna watch you play,” you said suddenly, dropping next to him on the couch.

Sapnap hadn’t fully moved over before you landed, so you ended up half in his lap. You felt yourself blush and apologized. “No- you’re fine. You’re warm,” he said. “I mean, don’t feel forced to- uh- oh hell, that sounded weird,” Sapnap stuttered.

His awkwardness erased all embarrassment you had, instead making you switch to laughter. You completely fell against him in the process, and this time chose not to say anything about it. The blush on his face was enough for you to know he was okay with it.

“So, you gonna keep gaming, or am I gonna have to stare at you the whole time?” You teased, getting comfortable in his lap. “Oh yeah, sure.” He never properly responded, you noticed, though he did resume his game. By now you were just laying across the couch, using him as a pillow. He was focused on his game, so you took the chance to stare at him. You took in his handsome features, smiling at the little things he did with his face as he focused. He had such beautiful brown eyes, you thought.

At some point both of you had started singing along to the music. It was nice. Just you, the music, and the rain. You were still staring at him, and he was still focused on the game, but it felt comfier. Like this was where you both were meant to be.

“Y/N?” The streamer whispered, pausing his game and locking eyes with you. He had a playful and curious look on his face. “Yes, Sapnap?” You responded, using his screen name. You preferred it over his real name because you helped him pick it out. “Why is your hand…?”

You had at some point reached up to touch his stubble. You were tracing his jawline. “O-oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t even notice.”

You dropped your hand, and he caught your wrist gently. “No it’s fine… I kinda liked it,” your neighbor admitted. He pulled your hand back up to his face and softly pressed your hand against his cheek, leaning into it subconsciously. His eyes closed happily.

Taking this as a good sign, you decided to shoot your shot. “Sap,” you started in a soft voice, keeping your hand on his face. (He looked cute.) “Yeah?”

You waited for him to open his eyes again before sitting up. “I’ve been hardcore crushing on you for a year now. You’re a really good friend, and I’m okay with it staying that way, I just wanted you to-“

You didn’t get to finish speaking, as the man had leaned forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I’ve liked you the entire time,” he whispered. He rested his forehead on yours, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I’m going to kiss you. For real this time,” he warned, giving you a second to back out. When you stayed still, he leaned in and kissed you. It was the softest and most caring kiss you’d ever received. And over much too soon, in your opinion.

You kissed him again, holding the kiss, and let him position you to sit on his lap. It was an innocent movement, and you liked that he was so nice about it. “I am deeply in love with you,” you mumbled sheepishly, hiding your face in his shoulder. Sapnap laughed. “I love you too, Y/N.”

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god1ngs · 2 years

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it's four am and i miss your smile and i miss you

it's four am and you can't sleep. you decide to call your ex‐boyfriend, sapnap. (cc!sapnap x reader)

warnings: none

word count: 1k

bones' note: its 5 am and i had a talk with my ex and it made me upset. so enjoy this

You couldn’t sleep.

Whether it be the fact that your room is too hot, or the streetlamp shining through your window, you simply couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned and tired so hard to lay there and keep your eyes closed, but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t because every time you closed your eyes, you saw your ex-boyfriend: Sapnap.

You missed him. It was four in the morning, and you couldn’t sleep, and you missed him more than ever. You missed everything about him. You still love him, more even now that you’ve lost him. But Sapnap had a busy schedule, so he broke up with you.

You didn’t understand it. You never minded that he had a busy schedule— Not when he was one of the most successful streamers on Twitch. You understood that he was busy and wouldn’t always have time for you, and you were fine with that. You were fine with that because it was him. It was Sapnap.

And now you miss him. You want him back.

Your phone screen is a stark contrast between your dark room, and you squint as it shines in your eyes. You open up Sapnap’s contact, already feeling emotional at his profile picture. It was a picture you took on your first date, at Starbucks. There was whip cream on his chin and he had the biggest smile and God you miss his smile so much.

You sniffle. Your finger hovers over the call icon, and you debate whether you should call him or not. You haven’t talked to him since he broke up with you a few weeks ago. Even so, you love him, and you miss him. You tap on it. It rings once. Twice. Thrice.

“Hello?” Oh God his voice. You can feel yourself tearing up already.

“Hey,” You say back, fighting everything within you to keep your voice from cracking even though you’re sure you’re seconds away from crying. The mere sound of his voice has you tearing up, and you’re clutching your phone, as if dropping it might make him leave again. You don’t even have him back, but you never want him to leave.

“Hey,” He says, and his voice is so comforting, you want to listen to it over and over. Silence washes over the two of you, and if it wasn’t Sapnap you were on the phone with, it would’ve been awkward. But no silence is awkward with him. It’s comforting, peaceful; you could drown in it and die happily. “Is there a reason you called?”

You suck in a breath. It was late. Maybe you were bothering him. Maybe it was stupid to call him in the first place. Maybe you should hang up, and your finger hovers over that red button, and you can’t bring yourself to do it. You suck in another breath¾ The truth never hurt anyone too badly, right?

“I miss you,” You blurt out, before you can give yourself time to overthink, “I can’t sleep and I was thinking about you, and I miss you. A lot. I miss your smile and your laugh, and your voice and I know I’m rambling, but I just need to get this off my chest. I miss you and I want you back. Please take me back, Sapnap. Please.”

There’s a pause, and you fear you may have done something wrong, that you never should’ve called in the first place, before there’s a sigh on the other end. “[Name]… I’m busy. I can’t… You need someone who can give you all the attention you deserve. I’m sorry. I just can’t do that for you right now.”

“I don’t care about that, Sap. I don’t care about how much attention you can give me or if someone else can give me more¾ I care about you. I want you.” You sat up, clutching the sweatshirt— Sapnap’s sweatshirt— you were wearing. You heard rustling from the other end of the line.

“You don’t… care about that?” He says, as if in shock, and your eyebrows furrow. “Of course, I don’t, Sap. I know you’re busy. I knew that before I got with you. I don’t care that you’re busy, as long as I still get some attention. Can’t let chat have it all, or else I’ll get jealous.” You hear Sapnap laugh, just a quiet chuckle, and you feel a grin as bright as the sun spread across your face.

“I thought you were mad at me ‘cause I wasn’t giving you enough attention. I thought you deserved some better guy that wasn’t as busy, but I think I’d get jealous at that as much as you would at chat.” He says sheepishly. You smile at his thoughtfulness, but also his stupidity.

“You’re such an idiot, Sapnap.”

“What!? I am not!”

“You thought I was upset at you because you weren’t giving me attention?”

You could practically see him rubbing at his neck. “Well, yeah…”

“Sapnap, I was never mad at you. I just thought you needed space to do your own thing. I didn’t want to be a bother and take away from your streaming time.”

“Darlin’,” You melt at the pet name, feeling giddy at it just as much as you did the first time he ever called you it, “You could never be a bother. Promise. I have more than enough time for whenever I want to stream, okay? Besides, I always have enough time for you.”

Your heart flutters at the statement, and you can’t help how you begin twirling your hair.

“So… Does this mean we can get back together?” You ask, hopeful.

Sapnap chuckles. “Of course, it does, babe.”

You swear you hear Sapnap laugh as you cheer. Another pause follows after that, with you basking in the situation. You were back with Sapnap. No more missing him late at night, or desperately wanting to get over him. He was yours again.

“Wait. What are you doing awake?”

“Wha— Why are you asking me that!? You’re the one that called me!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to pick up!” You retorted.

“Well, aren’t you glad I did?”

A beat of silence. “Yeah. I am.”

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amethystkarl · 2 years

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Sunflower Feelings – Sapnap x f!oc

Hi friends, mcyt fic debut here! This is a fic I am in the progress of writing for a friend, so please bear that in mind if you choose to read. Most aspects have been requested, I just also decided to upload here for feedback and funsies.

If you do read, I hope you enjoy and come back for more when I eventually have it! :D This is essentially Dream and Sapnap Get a Roommate: The Sitcom.

Friendly reminder that of course, this is both purely fictional and loosely based on content uploaded by these creators. Please respect both their and my boundaries by not sending/tagging creators.

prologue.

chapter 1.

chapter 2.

chapter 3.

chapter 4.

chapter 5.

chapter 6.

vii. "Savor your words, I won't ever waste them."

Sarah walks upstairs on her way to find Panda’s favorite sushi toy, singing to herself. Nick has a bunch of in-person meetings today, and Dream is spending the day with Drista at his mom’s house, so she’s home alone for the first time since she’s moved in. It’s kind of exhilarating, considering Dream is pretty much always home, and she and Nick have been attached at the hip since they made things official a few months ago.

She passes the boys’ rooms as she goes upstairs, glancing inside each one. Dream’s is pretty standard, she thinks, taking note of the made bed juxtaposed with the cluster of dirty dishes surrounding his keyboard. She does a double-take after she passes Nick’s room, jaw dropping slightly as she assesses the damage.

Nick is a pretty neat guy, which is what makes the scene even more jarring. The room is a mess of ring lights, cameras, and merch boxes, and Sarah just takes a moment to thank her lucky stars there are no dirty dishes–visible ones, at least–among the disarray. She supposes it makes sense, considering her bed has more become their bed; in fact, she can’t even remember the last time Nick used his room for anything other than streaming and a place to put his clothes. She laughs to herself as she sees the clean laundry strewn across the bed, clearly just tossed there in lieu of being folded.

“Honey, I’m home.” Sarah jumps at the sound of Nick’s voice, laughing as he yells through the sound of the garage door closing. He follows the sound of her voice upstairs, greeting her with an enthusiastic kiss. “Whatcha doing up here?” he asks, leaving an arm wrapped around her waist. Nick grimaces slightly as he realizes just how messy his room is.

“I feel like this is more of an office than a bedroom at this point, no?” Sarah muses, tapping her index finger against her lips absently. Nick shrugs in quiet embarrassment, blushing lightly although the mess doesn’t even seem to be Sarah’s focal point.

“I’m just never in here anymore, I guess,” he says, watching as Sarah continues to think. She nods in agreement. After opening and closing her mouth a few times, trying to turn her thoughts into words, Sarah turns to a patiently waiting Nick.

“No, I mean it.” She crosses the room, taking his hands in her own. “What if this. . .was your office?” Nick frowns slightly, failing to put the pieces together at first. Sarah misreads his look as rejection, rushing to amend her sentence.”I mean, it doesn’t have to be just your office, I meant like a stream room for both of you or something.”

A wide smile starts to spread crookedly across Nick’s face as he realizes what she means. “Sarah, are you asking me to move in with you?” She throws her head back and laughs, exuberance filling the room.

“Yeah I guess I am,” she says, smiling and leaning forward to kiss him. There’s a little too much teeth, and it’s more of a knocking of smiles together than anything else. But they’re too happy to care, then descending the stairs together and chatting excitedly about decor and whose bed is staying.

“We’re not like, being crazy are we?” Nick asks as they settle on the living room couch, a lull in the conversation spurring his anxious thoughts. Sarah looks at him thoughtfully, before shaking her head.

“I don’t think so.” A breath Nick didn’t know he was holding floods out of him. “I mean, we’ve basically already been ‘moved in’ pretty much since day one, and we were roommates first.” Sarah laughs lightly, shrugging. “And like, who cares if people think we’re crazy? Fuck ‘em.”

Nick’s heart swells, and he grins cheesily at her. “I’m crazy about you.” Sarah drops her head onto his shoulder and groans.

“Cheeseball.”

“You love it.” Nick grins cockily.

“I love you, yeah.” Sarah freezes as soon as the words come out of her mouth. She’s been thinking about it for a few weeks, sure, but she didn’t mean for it to just slip out, unprompted and unplanned.

*****

“Okay, okay, how was I supposed to know that was a cactus?” Sarah asks through a laugh, echoing the chaos streaming through her left earbud. Nick is on her right with the other one, arm slung over the back of her chair.

“Because it’s green,” Dream whines, prompting another round of hysterics from the rest of the Discord call.

“So’s the Grinch, dumbass,” says Nick, and Sarah is fully in tears at this point. Nick and Dream had both been dying to introduce her to more of their friends, so they arranged a private Jackbox game between them and a small group of other creators. Sarah knew most of their names from previously supporting her roommates’ content, but had never actually interacted with them. It was a little strange referring to someone as Luke, even after only knowing them as Punz, to name an example. Sarah was just happy to have another reason to make fun of Dream, as he had never preferred being called by his legal name.

As the round of Tee KO continues, with more hilariously misinterpreted drawings and captions, Sarah leans her head on Nick’s shoulder, a grateful smile on her face. Nick sees her expression in his monitor, everyone’s facecam on except for Dream’s, of course. He moves the arm around the back of her chair so his hand is in her hair, lightly threading his fingers through her hair. Sarah looks up at him, and her eyes meeting his is too much for Nick. Without thinking, he tilts his head down slightly and kisses her gently, hand moving from her hair to cup her cheek.

“Get a room, simpnap,” George says, mocking tone cutting through the argument Alex and Karl are having over the correct folder color for science–for the record, Sarah and Nick both agree with Karl that it’s green–and making Sarah immediately start to blush fiercely.

“Shut the fuck up, George,” Nick says easily, and Sarah laughs. It’s not often that Sarah’s more assertive personality recedes, but when it does, Nick never fails to fill in gaps without hesitation. She squeezes his thigh under the desk gratefully, while shooting a mocking response back to George.

*****

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, please don’t feel like you have to say it back, I–” Sarah’s panicked rambling is cut off as Nick places his hands on her cheeks and leans in. He kisses her with a quiet intensity, hands sliding gently from her cheeks to her waist. He doesn’t stop at one, pressing his lips to her forehead too before wrapping her in his arms.

“Of course I love you too,” he says softly, kissing her again atop her head. “I’m honestly just pissed that you beat me to it,” he says jokingly, settling back into the couch with Sarah leaning onto his chest. Sarah rolls her eyes.

“Of course I did.” Her tone is playfully cocky, sparking a mock fight between the two of them. Dream comes home as Nick has Sarah in a headlock on the floor.

“What is wrong with you?” he says, laughing as he makes his way to the kitchen. As always, after visiting his mom, Dream has a large canvas tote bag full of food to share. While Sarah does love to cook, she’s always grateful for the break as Dream’s mom usually gives them enough top-notch homemade food to last the week. Sarah breaks free of Nick as he’s distracted, going to help Dream put it all away.

“We had an idea, actually,” Nick says, walking in after Sarah. “Dream, what do you think of converting my bedroom into an office?” Dream turns to him, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh, you guys are taking the next step, huh?” he asks, and Nick’s brow furrows slightly.

“What? No, we’ve already had se–” Nick’s sentence is cut off by Sarah sprinting across the kitchen and placing a hand over his mouth.

“Not what he meant,” she says, eyes wide in disbelief as Dream doubles over, wheezing. Nick starts laughing too once he realizes his own mistake, Sarah’s hand no longer masking the sound. She laughs too, shaking her head at her oblivious boy.

“Yes, Dream, we want to make my bedroom ours,” she says once everyone has sufficiently recovered. “Nick’s room is barely usable as a bedroom at this point anyways, and I have the master so it makes sense for 2 people, right?” Dream nods, already on board.

“I mean, you guys don’t have to convince me, I’m definitely cool with having a separate streaming space that I can use besides my room,” he says, shrugging. “I mean, I’ll probably keep my room setup too, just for things like MCC, but yeah I think that’s a great idea,” he says.

Dream then goes upstairs to grab a laptop from his room with the intention of pricing some new communal equipment. Sarah and Nick get to work deciding what’s staying and what’s going from both of their rooms.

It’s eventually decided that Nick’s bed will go into storage with some of Sarah’s things, along with some seasonal boxes that don’t need to stay in the house year-round. His old dresser is repurposed as a technology arsenal, housing extra equipment and cables. Sarah also spends the evening rearranging her dresser and closet situation to accommodate Nick’s clothes, and by the very early hours of the morning, the office is ready for new equipment and houses a temporary setup for Nick, and the master bedroom has become theirs.

Fittingly for a Sunday, the roomies spend the day catching up on sleep since the room conversion became an all-night endeavor. It feels surreal for Nick to get ready for bed in his and Sarah’s bathroom, and he’s never been so excited to brush his teeth as he catches Sarah’s eye beside him in the mirror, toothpaste-laden grins on both their faces.

Chapter title cred: Vapor by 5 Seconds of Summer

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flowerbutton · 2 years

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i don't know if i ever properly publicised this fic but i wrote something ages ago about the pre-dsmp dream team, if anyone wants to read it

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justdsmp1 · 2 years

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⋆ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Pairing(s): Sapnap x reader

Pronouns: She/her

About:Your getting married but he doesn't deserve you.

Word count: 264

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3rd person pov

The silky white veil was nicely placed and clipped to her hair,flowing down the train of her dress.She smiled at herself in the mirror.Today was it,the day she would be marrying her boyfriend of 4 years.Her nerves and excitment caused butterflies in her stomach to flutter.Sh𝙚 stepped down off the platform and made her way to the limo outside to take them all to the venue,her best friends helped pick up the train of her dress and carry it to the limo and got in themselves.The ride to the venue made her butterflies erupt,she was finally marrying the love of her life but she's just not his.

Sapnap walked down the Aisle with the brides maids and stood by where Y/n was going to be,he was apart of her Brides crew as she calls it.The music changed,Y/n slowly made her way down the aisle,she looked gorgeous.Niki,Wilbur,Tommy,Tubbo and George who were able to make it to the wedding sat in the audience,they knew what he did,Sapnap knew what he did.Sapnap stared longingly at her,he doesn't deserve her.

"She looks beautiful"Niki comments,in awe

"She deserves better"Wilbur replies,saddened by his sister marrying someone so unfaithful

"She really does love him"Tommy adds,

"Come on we can't ruin this day for her"Tubbo tells them,they all nod but still not liking the situation.

"She looks perfect"Sapnap thought to himself.Y/n had reached the altar and smiled lovingly at her soon to be husband,then she looked at Sapnap who gave him a wide smile,he smiled back but his heart still shattered.He doesn't deserve her is all he can think

#Sapnap #dsmp x you #dream smp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcyt x you #sapnap x reader #Sapnap x you #Sapnap fanfiction

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quackarl · 1 year

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MCYT HAVING A CRUSH • HEADCANONS

A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀

DREAM:

If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.

Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!” and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.

Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…

You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”

He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.

Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.

SAPNAP:

Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.

Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see.

God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…

He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging.

Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.

Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…

Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.

GEORGE:

My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?

Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…

Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”

Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”

Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.

But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”

He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.

KARL:

When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.

He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.

He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”

Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.

For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.

Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.

Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you.

QUACKITY:

Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.

Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’”

Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).

The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.

So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.

He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.

He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.

WILBUR:

I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.

He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.

A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.

As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.

Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics.

Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.

Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.

FOOLISH:

Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.

He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...

Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed.

Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it.

Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.

A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.

PUNZ:

Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.

Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.

Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.

Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.

This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?

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dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur)

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

dream (ceo and employee romance): - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away - he thought you were so cute - and you thought dude was hot as fuck - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend” - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

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