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kumezyzo · 3 months
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I’m sorry, but I just got the best thought ever and NEEDED to share it with someone!!!
but like, imagine streamer!reader and Sapnap are in a situationship type thing, like you’ve had the deep talks, have made out whilst watching movies etc but you guys haven’t told anyone (not even their closest friends).
When they were at the dream smp panel or whatever it’s called, every time Sapnap went to answer a question, he glanced over at you, and then started stuttering. Like that one tiktok audio cause reader was just looking at him with admiration but also desire and seduction and Sapnap is just question his whole life.
(there’s 100% edits made of him stuttering whilst looking at reader)
also can I be 🧃anon?
this had been sitting in my inbox for forever and im sorry im responding so late but YESSSS!! I literally love this sm 😭😭
and maybe there are even streams where they're all close or whatever, and reader does like the triangle method or something like that just for shits and giggles. and he gets so flustered or even close to kissing them, and people are over analyzing the SHIT out of it 😭😭
or they just give each other these looks and those people that analyze micro-expressions are like "oh they're vvv attracted to eachother". but tbh, you wouldn't even need some to tell you that cause its palpable.
and i love to imagine that they talk about one of those movie dates and almost let it slip that they were not paying any attention (wink-wonk)
just like:
"oh, didn't we watch that?"
"yeah, i think so..."
"i literally dont remember a single thing about it tho."
"i definitely dont remember the ending."
"we got to the ending?"
"yeah, you were just to busy- nevermind..."
AND THE EDITS ARE INSANEEEE😭😭 they just give the viewers way too much ammo for them. its fucking crazy.
and i already made you my 🧃 anon, thx for asking -nony
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sykokilljoyy · 1 year
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building a burning house (soulmate au) - sapnap x reader
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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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luvvdwt · 2 years
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dumbification w sap, dream, & karl. im literally dying over this
didn’t know if you wanted individually or all together, so i did both 😇
dream: he’s def the most into it.
loves seeing his dumb baby all cock drunk, makeup running and covered in spit.
“such a stupid little doll, can’t do anything without daddy can you?” all you can do is whine in response, he awws in fake sympathy, grabbing your throat
“have i fucked my baby dumb? so precious.”
sapnap: oh god im already dizzy
he loves when he’s fucking you so good you can’t speak, only letting out loud moans and gripping his arms as he fucks you
teases you about how wet he makes you so fast
“stupid little bitch in heat” “the only thought in that little head is daddy, hmm?”
karl: oh god he’s so so rough n mean
“such a precious little thing” “know why it’s so wet down there baby? it’s cuz you’re such a dumb slut.”
he’ll say the sweetest things while he’s pushing his dick deep down your throat, you’re choking and crying
“dumb little girl… i know you can take it. did you forget everything i taught you?”
dream+sap+karl: the things these men would do to you…
tying you up n laughing at how sensitive you are.. teasing you with light touches
i feel like they’d love to teach you to touch yourself, you’re too innocent you don’t know how, need your daddies to help
they’d demonstrate on you n then make you copy them:((
if you didn’t know how, they’d laugh to each other “look at our dumb angel, cant even follow directions. guess you need your masters to do everything.”
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thequeenopower · 1 year
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Unplanned ; Sapnap
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I don't even remember the night, never mind where I met him. But he was cute, kind of awkward, but cute. He was forward even though he seemed shy around girls. So I went home with him, it didn't seem like he knew what he was doing, but once he figured it out he was great at it. But then it ended and I snuck out before the birds began to sing.
And two months later came two lines.
I didn't expect it, I was half expecting some sort of STD but definitely not a baby. And the worst part was, I didn't have any way to contact him. I gave him a fake number and the goddamn state of Florida is so huge that I have a better chance of finding him in outer space.
I tried planning an abortion appointment but since I've never done it before, I was too far along to get the thing out so know I had two other options;
Keep it and live with it, or, give it up.
Now I was planning on giving it up, I was never fit to be a mother. I was still in college with a shitty job. I couldn't support myself, never mind a child. But there's something people never talk about when going through with giving a child up, its the connection you make with the baby growing inside you. Now I never believed I'd make a connection with it, but the second I saw his face on the ultrasound, I fell in love.
I became a better person for him, and because of him. I quit my job and worked my ass off to try to graduate sooner, which didn't quite work out. But, I was able to get a good job at a high up corporation doing their finances while continuing school part time. I was also able to get an apartment and split rent with a friend.
Then when 34 weeks came along, so did the baby.
What had happened was I was on a flight from Florida to California for a family vacation and then went into labor on the plane. They landed somewhere in Texas where I soon had my baby, Benjamin Michael l/n.
That was nine months ago, and two months ago I re-discovered his father.
~~ two months prior
"Hey, y/n! Whatcha doin'?" Ashley announces her presence which scares Benji.
"Not much. Just changing baby butts," I shake a diaper on Benji's face, it itches his nose a little which makes him giggle.
"Could I use your TV in here to watch a streamer?" I nod, knowing she only wants to use this TV so she could spend time with Benji before her trip.
The three of us got comfy on my bed as she started up the stream called, "FORTNITE TOURNY WITH PUNZ AND KARL". By someone named Sapnap. It's an odd name for a stream but maybe it was normal. I never normally had time to watch stuff anymore, if I did it was either TV shows, movies, or Markiplier, cause who wouldn't want to watch Markiplier.
The stream turns on and it's immediately on the lobby menu of Fortnite, a man in the top left corner goes on for some time talking about god knows what. For some odd reason, the stream stayed on for about 2 hours. Though I wasn't paying attention as I was doing my own thing, like school work and checking up on Benji and Ashley. It wasn't until I was done with my work that I finally laid on the bed and paid attention to the TV. The man on the screen looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't till I heard him speak that I realized who it was.
"Nick?" Ashley looked at me confused before her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.
"No way. It can't be." I nodded as I was entranced by the man laughing and playing with a ball on the screen.
"You have to contact him and tell him! His name on Insta-"
"No, I couldn't do that to him. It's best if we just leave it at this. It'd ruin him and his career." My eyes were teary as I had finally come to terms with Benji not growing up with a father.
~~ present day <3
You had taken a trip to TwitchCon with Ashley's little sister Jenny. Ashley couldn't make it since she had an art contest at her school to be in. Though she wanted to still be able to give art to her favorite creators so she paid for Jenny and me to go. It was very hard to handle two other people but at least Jenny was 14 and was able to take care of herself when I wasn't able to.
Jenny was going to be wearing costumes for the days we were there for and the first day she was dressing up as someone called 'Dream'. So I decided she couldn't have all the fun and dressed up as a Minecraft creeper, which was three sizes too small, and Benji dressed as a Minecraft panda. It was a regular panda suit but I put a Minecraft panda head as the hood and made it so it could stay on his head.
We walked around outside for a bit before the building opened. We took some photos of people who asked, Benji getting complimented every two seconds. He would just smile and kick his feet since I was baby wearing him. Then it was time for us to go in and we got straight into line for someone, I never checked the name. It was about an hour-long wait, but it wasn't bad as Benji was mostly quiet. He did get fidgety at times which is when I would take him out and let him stand or be held by Jenny.
Finally we made it to the front of the line and Jenny was getting excited.
"He's one of Ashley and mine's favorite streamers. You have the stuff to show him right?" I nod and turn my back a little so she can take out the items from my bag.
"Hello," The man greets as Jenny excitedly walks toward him.
She gives him the pictures which he accepts and thanks. I then take a picture of the two of them. He goes wide eyed as he looks at me, as if he knew me.
"Hey, uh, cute baby." He replies. He seems unsure of what to say and kind of awkwardly stands there.
A couple seconds passed as I thanked him for the compliment. We're then told we have to move along which lets us go into the next line.
As we stand in line I try to remember who the man was. The person floats in my mind a little, it's fuzzy and only there for a few seconds at a time, like clips of a movie.
"Hey, what was that guys name that we just met?"
"His name is Sapnap."
~~
I couldn't get him out of my head for the rest of the day. It was like he was stuck there and I had no intention of getting him out. He knew, he had to of. If he didn't, then why did he stand there like a fish out of water when he saw me. I knew he didn't know Benji, but he most certainly knew me.
Jenny and I sat in our chairs at the panel, the creators sitting above us all waiting to be asked questions. Jenny asked me to go up and ask a question for her and to ask them if they had seen a certain art by her which she had accidentally posted on my account.
"Hello, I'm y/n, this is Benji," I wave his hand for him which got people to aw.
"My friend has a couple of questions, if you don't mind me asking two." They sat in silence waiting for me to ask. Sapnap whispered to a boy beside him which made the boys eyes go wide and look at me bewildered.
"So one, what's your favorite Minecraft animal slash mob?" They all answered with their respective answers, Sapnap's animal being a panda.
"And second, my friend wants you guys to check out a piece of art she created but accidentally posted on my account. Is it alright if I tell you the user so you could check it out?" The blonde one all the way to the right nodded and took out his phone.
I told him my account and he replied back with his reaction to it which got some others to ask to be shown it. As I sat down, the man's phone was being passed down the line of people. It stopped at Sapnap as he took out his phone to most likely copy the user to also like the photo.
The panel continued on for another couple hours until it finally finished. Jenny begged me to stay a little longer and go outside to meet some people we couldn't before.
I waited off to the side as she took photos and just played with Benji outside of his carrier. It wasn't long until we were interrupted by someone tapping my shoulder.
"Hey, y/n, right?" I turn towards the voice and see Nick. I nod and he smiles leaning against the wall with me.
"So we finally meet again, at last." I chuckle and see Benji looking at Nick with his big green eyes.
"How old is your son?" He looks puzzled, like he knows something but just wants the last piece to be sure.
"He's going to be nine months soon." He looks at me. Does he know? Surely not.
"Is he- is he mine?" His voice is low, like a scared kid.
I nod, not really knowing what to say. A tense air blankets us and there's nothing else said between us. It took minutes, a couple of photos that he took with fans, before he finally asked a question.
"Could I hold him?" I stare at him blankly, not knowing what exactly to do. Finally, I slowly started to move Benji towards him. He holds him under his armpits, far away from him like the second they'd touch they'd explode. I push them together which gets Benji to laugh and clutch onto Nick.
Nick smiles, realizing that this is probably the best feeling in the world. He fell in love that day, not with the woman standing next to him, but his son that was in his hands. From that day onward, he vowed to take care of them both. He put their needs before his and eventually stopped streaming for some time to fix the relationship between the three of them. After a while, he got back into streaming and showed off his newly wedded wife, who was pregnant once more, and his son, whom he explained he loved more than anything in this world, and outer space.
ill be honest, the time line is a little messed up but fuck me it was hard to find things that sewed everything together perfectly. please just go with it, im tired lol.
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marianosbrixton · 2 years
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people started talking, putting us through our paces; dream team
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pairings: dream, sapnap, georgenotfound x reader (separate)
summary: dream team when you get hate for dating them
warnings: discussions of receiving hate, some swear words sprinkled here and there
a/n: i accidentally deleted dream’s entire section immediately after writing it and i almost threw a tantrum
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dream
✧ regardless of whether or not you’re also in the public eye, i feel like dream would really want to keep your relationship a secret, because he knows you’ll undoubtedly be swarmed with a tsunami of negativity
✧ unfortunately, he’s no stranger to receiving hate, and i think he would try his absolute hardest to protect you from having to deal with it, because he knows how overwhelming it can be
✧ however, let’s say that whether by accident or on purpose, people found out about you
✧ a ton of dream’s fans are super nice and they really appreciate how happy you make him and they think you’re super cool!
✧ although, a good chunk of them also aren’t so nice, and there’s a ton of little b-words on twitter just trying to be mean to you >:(
✧ it’s sort of inevitable that when you’re around somebody with that much media attention, there are bound to be people with something bad to say
✧ i imagine you would have known this, and you’d brace yourself for it as much as you could, but it would probably be pretty hard to prepare for something like that, and naturally, it might get to you a little
✧ dream would be super apologetic to you, i think, because it’d be a bit hard not to blame yourself when somebody you love is getting that kind of attention just for being in your life
✧ you know it’s not his fault though, and you tell him that whenever he starts to feel guilty about it
✧ he’d definitely comfort you if the things people were saying started getting to you. i know i’m a pretty sensitive person so i’d definitely need a few hugs to feel okay after that
✧ he’d remind you of how beautiful you are and how much you add to his life until it was drilled into your head
✧ he’d tattoo it across his forehead if that’s what you needed to stop feeling sad
✧ i know he’s had a tendency in the past to speak out of emotion when people say things that upset him, so i think there could realistically be a possibility of that happening (because it upsets him that people who don’t even know you are being so blatantly cruel for no reason), but i also think he’d want to have a level head when talking about it, because it’s not just him he has to think about, it’s you
✧ the way i can imagine him addressing it is by doing a short stream, maybe 10-15 minutes and being pretty direct about it
✧ i think, to him, making a tweet would feel too impersonal, and, for your sake, he wouldn’t want to make it into a massive thing (i don’t know about you but my anxiety would go 📈📈 if i had the entirety of twitter talking about me), but it’s a big enough thing that he wants to speak one on one with his audience and let them know that he won’t tolerate any level of unkindness towards you
✧ he’d try to be as composed as possible, but it’s a naturally upsetting thing, and he’d come off as very stern (as he should though). i feel like he’s gotten pretty used to sitting there and accepting the hate he receives, because at this point, it’s part of the job and there’s nothing he can really do about it, but he refuses not to defend you, because there’s no way you deserve the way people are treating you
✧ if you asked him not to say anything about it, i honestly don’t really think he’d want to listen. he wouldn’t directly go against your wishes, and if you really didn’t want him to, he wouldn’t, but he’d definitely try to plead his case and let you know that it’s important to him that he doesn’t let people think it’s okay to talk to you like that
✧ at the end of the day, he just wants you to be okay, and he’ll respect you on the way you want the situation to be handled
✧ if you want him to ask his audience to stop, he’s already taking mental notes on what he’s planning to say
✧ if you just want to shut out the world for a bit and spend time together, he’s wrapping you up in a tight hug before you can even finish your sentence
✧ he loves you, and he’d do absolutely anything for people to realise how incredible you are
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sapnap
✧ sapnap is the one i can imagine getting the most angry over it
✧ he’s proven time and time again how fiercely loyal of a person he is, and when people start to be shitty towards the people he cares about, he doesn’t hesitate to put them in their place
✧ i can definitely see him not even waiting to ask you what you want him to do before he’s sending out multiple angry tweets about how he absolutely will not put up with anybody mistreating you, especially people who claim to be his fans
✧ i can’t see him talking about it on stream, just because that doesn’t really seem like his style, but he wouldn’t hesitate to ban people from his chat (or directly call them out) if they have nothing nice to say
✧ in all honesty he’d probably get so caught up in being mad about it and fighting people online that he’d sort of forget to check in with you and see how you’re doing with it all
✧ once he does remember, though, he’s very attentive to what you need to help you through it
✧ if you’re pretty upset about it, he’d probably have to fight the urge to pull out his phone and berate everybody who played a part in making you that sad
✧ but he knows in the moment that that’s not what you need, and he’ll remind himself to focus on you instead of them
✧ i feel like him asking you what you want him to do is less “what do i do?” but more “here’s what i’m going to do”
✧ he’s a bit like dream in the sense that if you really, really didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it, he would respect that, because at the end of the day, you’re his main priority in this situation
✧ but he’d be absolutely itching to let the people who are hating on you know exactly what he thinks and how little he tolerates their actions, to the point where it’s probably better to just let him do it and deal with the consequences
✧ once he knows for sure that you’re okay with him addressing it, oh boy, he goes off
✧ if you think for even a second that this man wouldn’t fight tooth and nail to defend you, you’re incredibly wrong
✧ he’d fight everyone in the entire universe for you if that’s what it took for them to shut the hell up and stop being bullies
✧ he’d probably shut his phone (and yours) off for a little bit afterwards just so there’s some distance between the both of you and everything else
✧ the time away would definitely do you some good, and it gives him the opportunity to give you his absolute, undivided attention, which, let’s be honest, he always does regardless
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✧ george is the one i think would be the most passive about it
✧ not passive in the sense that he’s at all okay with it, because he’s definitely not, but more in the sense that his focus would be entirely on you and how he can help you, rather than on how he can address it
✧ he’d be like dream in the sense that he feels extremely guilty that you’re getting this hate essentially because of him (even though it’s not his fault in the slightest), the only difference is that i don’t feel like he’d bring it up
✧ he doesn’t want to make it about him, because you’re the one being targeted, not him, and you’re the one that needs support
✧ he already doesn’t express his emotions much, let alone when someone he cares about is going through something this overwhelming
✧ he’d probably dread having to bring it up to his audience, he very much doesn’t seem like the type of person who enjoys confrontation or any kind of conflict
✧ nobody likes being surrounded by negativity, but i think george would get extra uncomfortable when there’s some sort of contention within his community, especially when it’s regarding someone he’s close to
✧ when it comes to actually addressing it, i think he’s the most likely to properly ask you how you want the situation to be handled and build off of that
✧ if you say you’d rather not draw attention to it, he’s completely happy to just hang out with you for a few days and focus on helping you feel better
✧ but if you wanted him to ask everyone to stop, i think he’d sit down for about half an hour or so and plan out a few tweets that are kind enough that people know he’s not hostile but also stern enough that he knows they’ll listen
✧ george usually tries to be really accommodating to people even when they aren’t doing the same, so i don’t see him as the type to get noticeably angry, but you’d have to be blind not to see that he’s unhappy about it
✧ ultimately, he understands that there’s unfortunately not a whole lot he can do about it
✧ like, he can send out a few tweets (and he will) and block all the people in the world, but he knows that there’ll always be somebody with something to say, and nine times out of ten, it won’t be positive
✧ you know this too, and it really, really sucks, but you also know that nothing that anybody can say will change the way george sees you, and vice versa
✧ the two of you will get through it together, because you know he loves you no matter what, and that’s enough to make it all feel okay again
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lateline · 2 years
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⋆★【MCYT's With an Antisocial Partner】★⋆
Pairing ⋆★⋆ MCYT's x gn!Reader
Summary ⋆★⋆ How different MCYT's deal with having an antisocial partner
[A/N] Reminder that my requests are open! Before requesting please read my requesting guidelines <3
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[Dream]
He'd definitely get a bit sad sometimes
Makes sure to give you space when you need
Tries to start conversations but gives up really easily
Golden retriever energy always
[George]
Usually just sits with you to keep you company
Lets you start the conversations most the time
Will send you funny TikTok's while sitting right next to you
He'll look at your phone to see if you're watching them and if you're laughing or not
Generally really chill to hang around
Unless he's with Quackity
[Sapnap]
Will bug you a lot but eventually gets the hint
He helps you come out of your shell at parties
That is on the rare occasion he manages to drag you out of the house
He definitely likes to wrap his arms around you, even in silence
Again, he likes to annoy the shit out of you
[Wilbur]
Honestly prefers the silence sometimes
He favorite moments with you are when you get really excited about stuff and go on rants
No matter what it is, he loves listening to you talk
He loves resting his chin on top on your head when you're on your computer or phone, kinda eavesdropping
[Quackity]
Will hum to you quietly when you don't feel like talking
Loves to hold your hand, even in silence
He gives you space but always drops in every now and then
When he's streaming he always checks to see if you're in chat, flicking you a message just in case
[Karl]
Loves to have his arms around your waist while you scroll through twitter
He often just says "Hi" to hear your voice
Loves to rant about things to you because you always listen (to some extent)
Feels comfortable sitting in silence with you and you only.
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hunnyandmilk · 2 years
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∈𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮∋
DSMP members with an S/O struggling w/ imposter syndrome HCs. (GN reader)
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Warnings: imposter syndrome, cursing, fluff {that’s not rlly a warning but I’ll put it in there anyways..}, usage of real name {On Quackity's part})
for those who don’t know what imposter syndrome is: “Imposter syndrome is loosely defined as doubting your abilities and feeling like a fraud. It disproportionately affects high-achieving people, who find it difficult to accept their accomplishments. Many question whether they're deserving of accolades.”
One of the most common forms of imposter syndrome is not feeling deserving of good things which is what these HCs will be heavily mentioning.
Includes: Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, Nihachu, Jack Manifold, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, an OC, Georgenotfound
This was more for self-comfort because I suffer with this kinda thing, but I decided to put it up for other people who maybe suffering with this kinda thing too or for people who just need some comfort <3
Song chosen: Sex, Drugs, etc.
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Karl Jacobs <3
-Honestly total sweetheart as is, but when he’s found out you have imposter syndrome and that you struggle deeply with it -Holy shit this boy is so loving and caring it’s almost too much. -“You don’t deserve it? What do you mean? You worked so hard for it though, you totally deserve it! If you didn’t deserve it…” -He will go out of his way to treat you well for the rest of the day -Such a sweet boy <3
Jack Manifold <3
-When he offered to go out and grab some food, and you said “no, I don’t think I really deserve that kind of treatment, but thank you for offering”  -his brain stopped and he went -”wait what?” -He got fuckin PISSED at himself. -no lie he started cussing himself out like, -“Jack, you didn’t treat them right and now they don’t think they deserve anything you dumbass. You expect them to love you when you can’t even let them know they deserve the world? Goddammit!” -then he’ll turn to you and go -“Babe, you deserve so much more than I can give, so let me do at least this for you.”
Sapnap <3
-Mans on god goes; “Yoooo, faking mental illnesses? Nooot cool bro.” -and you just look at him like “I’m serious dumbass. 😐” -and he’s like “oh… you’re not joking-“ -immediately he’s all over you hugging you and pecking your face, “do you wanna go out and get McDonald’s?” -”no I don’t deserve it..” -”alright let’s go, hop in the car we’re going to McDonald’s and you’re getting whatever the hell you want.”
Georgenotfound <3
-So when he brings you out to a nice snazzy resturant and you only get some thing simple, like a salad or something, or just don't get anything at all, George is like -"Hey.. I promise you, you deserve the world, and even more than that, so let me treat you." -He then proceeds to try to order something not as simple to try not to seem like a hypocrite or like he's making fun of you.
Wilbur Soot <333333
-I cannot express how loving this tall boy is, he literally loves you so much -so when he finds out you have imposter syndrome  -He's literally trying so hard every chance he gets to pamper you -"Babe, please, I don't deserve this kind of stuff.." -He whips his head around so fast while making you your warm bath, -"...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You do, Luv. Plus at this point why would I drain the water? You're already here and the water's already full..." -He joins your little bath (with your consent obviously..) -He's super gentle with you it's not even funny- -I just love him sm 🥺💖
Quackity <333333
-He already knew from the start when you started dating that you had imposter syndrome, but never brought it up because he thought it might be a sensitive topic with you. -You two never really went on fancy dates -When it came to dates it would really just be you both chilling in bed and watching a movie or smth -but when you guys went out to a shop or smth and he bought you something, you immediately go -"Alex, how expensive was this?" -"Why should it matter?" -And you give him one of those 'just tell me' looks -"Babe, it's a gift you don't tell the price of a gift." -You look at him with the most nervous face he's seen you with in awhile and you go, -"Then I don't want it. It was probably really expensive and I don't deserve money being spent on me." -Quackity shrugs and just puts it in the bag he got for it -Later that day you go to your room and see the bag sat on your bed with everything he bought you in it <3
Red Raven (OC) <3
-Okay so, know that Raven can be a little hyper, but she can also be a super calm person when needed. -So when she finds these little hints of imposter syndrome you're unknowingly dropping, she treats you well everyday, and takes you very seriously with your problems -when you finally go flat out out and say it that you think you don't deserve all of what she's giving, she says in the sweetest voice ever, -"Y/N, I love you to death, and I can never promise a tomorrow, even with how healthy and well I am, you never know what could happen, so let me treat you while I'm still alive and breathing. Alright, Luv?" -No lie makes you wanna cry but you hold it in cuz you don't wanna cry in a public area. -We love that- We love Raven. Right? Right. I love you Raven. <3
Nihachu <3
-Girl had no idea what imposter syndrome even was when you brought it up. She was basically like, -"Bestie I have no idea what that is, hold up lemme google it real quick." -Oh, she didn't like what she was reading. -"Y/N, you have this? This is not good, this is bad.." -She makes sure you feel secure at all times, even in not very secure situations,  -She cooks for you,  -She makes little crafts like earrings or necklaces for you, -She buys you so many things, -She takes you out as much as she can, -She's just overall trying to make you feel better about yourself and being super sweet to you.
Hope you enjoyed these HCs! if you have any requests, feel free to request!
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ficsbypeaches · 2 years
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↠ stress-reliever (dtqk) ▪︎ headcanons
[summary]     ↳ college is hell and they try to comfort u
[character/s]       ↳ dream, sapnap, george, quackity, karl, y/n
[words & genre]       ↳ 1700+ words. fluff!
[notes & warning/s]       ↳ yooo i specifically made u study architecture bc that's the course i am taking right now!!! this is a self-indulging one lol. enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing hehe language warning
ask me anything! || master list
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SAPNAP
Sapnap heard groans from the other room, making him raise an eyebrow in concern. Are you okay? He stood up from his computer and got to your shared bedroom where your workspace was. There you were, slumped against your drafting board, pulling your hair in stress and agony. "It's all wrong..." your muffled voice reached his ears.
Sapnap huffed as he watched you suffer without even noticing him. It brings him back to his own experience in studying and never regretting dropping out and doing what he loves.
He's been there for you when you rant all about architecture and how it was the last thing you chose. You always complain about how your teachers give you a ton of assignments without a bit of consideration. Your mental health is deteriorating but he always tries his best to cheer you up.
His heart constricted a bit against his chest as he saw you looking tired. He really couldn't bear seeing you like this, all stressed and exhausted. As much as he wants you to just drop out and join him in doing YouTube stuff (he actually brought it up once and you almost gave in) but when he sees you this hardworking, he felt bad discouraging you.
He admires your determination to finish school and your drive to prove people wrong, so as a boyfriend he should really be supporting you.
"Come on, cutie, let's get you to bed." He pulled your arm over his shoulder before wrapping his arms around your torso and basically dragged you to bed.
With your half-asleep state, you weakly yanked him to you, begging him to stay. He obliged, reminding you that you don't have to beg for him to stay with you because he would do it in a heartbeat.
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DREAM
"NOOOOO!"
Dream rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. You don't surprise him anymore with your sudden outbursts. He just kept scrolling through his phone, casually sneaking glances at you.
Your workspace was a mess, not to mention you yourself were a disaster. You were rubbing your eyes in frustration, calling yourself stupid. "I fucking measured it wrong! Idiot!"
"Hey, you're not an idiot," Dream chimed in, finally standing up and walking towards you. "You don't get to call yourself that. Only I do." He flashed a grin at you, in hopes of cheering you up, but clearly, it didn't work as you were still glaring at your blueprint.
"Shut up..."
"What's the problem?" Dream always tries to help you with whatever problem you were having even if you try to dismiss him because he wouldn't get the terms. But he's persistent, and he would always want to help.
"Ugh, it's just... There is so much to do and it's a tedious job, very time-consuming and I only have a few hours- and-!" you let out, looking at him desperately.
"Sounds serious," Dream replied, even though all you said were vague, general stuff. "You know what, I already have the solution to this."
"What," you deadpanned, already using an eraser, and angrily erasing the sketch.
You squeaked when Dream pulled your drafting table away from you. You sat there helplessly as he stood between you and your work. "You need rest."
"What? No. I have to finish this."
"You've been working for days. You need proper rest. I'm sure you can submit it on time," Dream reasoned.
"Dream."
"Y/n."
"Don't make me stab you with my pencil," you threatened.
"I like to see you try with you and your weak and tired body of 0 sleep and energy."
"You bitch." You stood up to go and get your drafting table, but Dream was quick, effortlessly scooping you in his arms. You thrashed in his grasp, but he was unnerved, bringing you to bed.
He basically threw you to bed and before you could sit up, Dream laid his whole weight onto you, preventing your whole body from moving. "What the- Dream! Let me out!"
"Let my body soothe you, babe." Dream relaxed. "We just need a few hours of rest."
"Dream, please."
"Y/n. Just a couple minutes."
Dream indeed was a persistent person. You begrudgingly do as he says, and he smiles when he heard you snoring, making him wrap his arms around you, sheltering you because he would want to keep his loved one safe and sound.
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QUACKITY
"I want to fucking die."
"Same here!"
You and Alex shared a laugh. He was busy typing an essay while you were busy drafting a ground floor plan for a couple.
Man, college is hard.
Your friends (them being the Dream SMP) have been urging you to drop out of school already, but you and Alex wouldn't do it because 1.) This is for your parents; 2.) You want to prove them wrong out of spite; 3.) It's actually fun suffering together.
It's quite funny how you have your way of living together. Your workspaces are close to each other, your shared fridge has territories. The upper shelf has desserts (for you) while the lower shelf was full of cans of Monster. You also have a second workspace for when Alex is busy streaming (you envy him for having free time while you are still stuck with homework).
You also have a shared calendar for reminders and deadlines it's funny when Alex thinks he's free to do things and you suddenly pop out of nowhere and remind him to do the reading he said he was supposed to do.
"Quackity's gonna stay for the rest of the stream and play Fortnite with his friends, right?" Karl mused.
"Erm... Yeah sure," he replied.
"Wait, don't you have the thing you have to do?" you cheekily cut in.
"Oh, you little-"
"I'm done." Alex casually says, not even a fist-pumping in the air or an excited scream.
"I hate you." You glared at him. "Yours is too easy. It's just an essay."
"Yeah, but you have to do a fuck ton of research!"
"Whatever." You continued working on your project. Alex went to his phone and randomly scrolled through Twitter, replying to tweets, and maybe boasting that he finished faster than you.
You silently appreciate that although he had nothing else to do, he stayed beside you.
After a moment, he brought a hand to the back of your head as if slapping you awake. "Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna go on a drive later? Maybe eat something."
"Sure. Maybe."
His hand stayed there, now absentmindedly scratching your scalp in the way that relaxed you. As much as you want him to stop because it can be distracting, you didn't want to.
"You done?" Alex asked after a couple of minutes. When he didn't hear anything, he looked over to where you were supposed to be working but you were already snoring.
He let out a small playful huff as he shook his head at you. "Unbelievable."
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KARL
"Hey, come on, you've been working on that for hours now."
"I'm... almost done."
Karl pursed his lips in concern. Your back was hunched over your paper. You were so focused, and your hand was shaking, and your breath was stilled. You couldn't make another mistake.
Karl worries about you sometimes. He doesn't want to see you stressing over something, something he had little to no understanding of. He tries his best to help you. Luckily, you almost have the same sleep schedule.
"Y/n," he gently approached you, and you audibly groaned back, "you're doing good, okay?"
You silently appreciated him spouting out comforts.
"Don't stress about it too much. I know you'll make it."
He was basically looming over you, covering you with warmth like a blanket. "Karl, you're not helping..." You whined.
"I'm not?" He pulled away a bit.
"No... You're distracting me." Your pout turned into a playful grin when he began frowning at himself.
The two of you stared at one another in silence. Karl leaned in close to your lips until you had to pull away, a huge yawn escaping you.
"Geez. You must be so, so tired," Karl noted, his words oozing with sarcasm. "Come on, I'll carry you to bed."
That woke you up. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Ain't no way you can carry me with those noodle arms."
"Hey! I'm strong! Look at these guns," he flexed, patting his sleeved arm proudly. "If you don't want to be carried, I'll just drag you then. Come on."
You crashed into bed, not letting him carry you because you couldn't trust him, and he might just break his bones.
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GEORGE
"Ahhhhhhh..."
"Stop doing that," George told you from the other side of the room.
"Wahhhhhhhh..."
"Stop whining!" He shouted but he wasn't angry. He just really likes to tell you off, especially when you're sneezing, coughing, or hiccupping.
"George..." you groaned.
"What?"
"I think I'm failing."
Just drop out! The words threatened to come out of his mouth. "Okay?" but as much as he wants to tell you so badly, he doesn't want to. He would want you to get through it, and finish school. He could see how determined you are, and how focused you could be on finishing your projects. He's impressed at how you could still get to have time for him and pass your schoolwork on time. So, he perfectly understands when you need space.
"George...."
"What do you need?"
".......you..."
"What??" He heard you the first time, he was just in disbelief.
"......nothing."
"Y/n," George called. "What did you just say?"
"I'm tired. Just ignore me..."
You had your head laid down on your table and closed your eyes for a bit. You sighed out in exhaustion, and you almost fell into sleep when you felt a nudge.
"Hm?" Your eyes lifted to see George standing beside you, holding your favorite drink. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know-" George shrugged, the drink sloshing inside the container. "I figured you would need it. Take it." He stretched his hand.
With a confused look, you took it, giving him an affectionate grin afterward. "Thank you."
"Shut up, what else do you need?" George averted his gaze, his cheeks slightly flushed.
You didn't ask him for more, but he gave it to you anyway. He brought blankets, some chips... until he stayed with you and gave you comfort. The two of you spend your time in each other's warmth, watching a couple of TikTok videos and eating his favorite snacks.
"Thank you for doing this," you told him once more, turning to him.
George pursed his lips. "Just don't stress yourself, okay? You're making me stressed too."
"I wish I can do that, but you're gonna have to deal with this stress ball for a few more years."
"I guess I have no choice." He rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I-" he stopped himself. 
You waited for a second before planting a kiss on the corner of his lips. "I love you too."
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winterzsurprise · 2 years
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Loving You Was A Losing Game || Karl Jacobs
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Pairing: c!Karl x Gender-Neutral! Reader (It's in the past), c!Quackity x Reader x c!Sapnap
Summary: In all of the universes he has visited, why is the one where you lived peacefully have to be you as his best friends' fiance?
Tags: Universe-traveller! Karl, Coffee Shop Manager!Quackity, Nurse! Sapnap (not specified tho), Polyamorous established relationship, Angst, Us against the world but the world won trope.
Words: 736
Was inspired by the shit ton of Dr. Strange and Christine edits floating around my Tiktok fyp. Might open request soon.
Like always, feel free to give me constructive criticism since I want to better my writing. Other than that, enjoy!
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The doorbell chimed, then came the tinkles that didn’t come from the hanging ornament above the entrance but from someone’s lips that chattered off to their companion.
It was incredible that the aching dullness of his heart stuttered in its rhythm upon hearing your honeyed voice pierce through the calm melody playing on the speaking that drowned the space in its tunes.
“Darling!”
When you smiled, the winter snow that covered his heart thawed to make way for the patches of flowers that bloomed in his chest that withered as fast as it came.
Because there’s no one you could call darling other than the other man behind the counter.
“Mi amor, mi corazon, are you guys going to work already?”
The café branch manager, Quackity, answered as he crossed the distance between the backrooms and the counter to reach over and hug you tight before turning to your companion.
It was shitty of him to forget that there’s another person involved.
But can you blame him? Out of all the universes he had visited...
“Can I get a large coffee with two bagels?”
He didn’t even notice you move in front of him, shocking him back from his thoughts that would’ve dragged him down into an endless void he so desperately tried to erase.
Your voice was the incarnation of every sweet thing that exists in the world. Your kind eyes that glanced at him for a mere second held every star he hand-picked out from the sky from every other universe he has visited.
It was lovely and absolutely stunning, but also hurtful.
Because unlike the other universes he travelled to just to meet you once more, he dared to come to this reality, where your eyes only glimmered whenever you looked at them.
“Sure, can I get this gentleman anything?”
Shaggy pinecone brown hair hidden under the obsidian VANS cap, a fresh bandaid pressed across the bridge of his nose and a fair length of peach fuzz on his jaw and chin. 
Fire smoldered deep within his guts when his green eyes practically dribbled in adoration while staring at your ever enthusiastic form beside him 
“Nah man, I’m good. I already ate before I left.”
“What name do I put on your cups?”
“Y/N, then he’ll go with—”
“Best Fiance.”
“Put Sapnap please.”
Karl let a smile breakthrough his impassive face, it was ridiculous.
When he started jumping from one universe to another with the same desperation of a grieving lover who wasn’t able to say his goodbyes properly, he saw miscellaneous realities where you took form in miscellaneous ways.
A human, an alien with multiple limbs, a dog, a tailless cat, a mermaid, hell, even a rat.
Even with the odd science of those universes, he stayed beside you. But with every failure, every jump that exhausted his body, mind and soul, he saw the horrors of the world and the cruelty of fate.
“You take proper care of them, alright man? I have some inventory arrangements to do.”
With a pat on the back, the man waved his beloved goodbye before running back to the door behind them.
Out of all millions of worlds and dimensions, your lives never dragged on for long. Your wishes of exchanging the bustling city into a lonesome yet happy lifestyle in a cabin in the woods were never fulfilled.
To see you unable to achieve your dreams crushed his soul, much more when he realises that there is no timeline out there where he’s someone you could call yours.
“I’ll call you guys when it’s done.”
You clung to Sapnap’s coat-covered arm as you moved away from the counter.
Karl has seen many horrors in his immortal life, experienced many heartbreaks from unique events that occurred in his life.
Yet nothing prepared him for the hammering ache that penetrated his heart when he caught the glimmering stones that shone around your finger. 
To be precise, two overlapping rings decorated your ring finger.
His eyes followed you both as you left his vision before letting out a shaky exhale. He didn’t even notice his hands gripping tightly on the marble counter that it turned pale with his veins bulked out.
How cruel can the fates be? How can they make a universe where you lived happily and will die with age be the only reality where you can’t be his but for his best friends?
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sabinanotfound · 2 years
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“you’re gonna have to guide me through this with sapnap !!
hey nonnie!! tysm for your request <33 I added the prompt '' so what do i do? close my eyes and lean in? '' if you don't mind heheh :))
you and sapnap had been dating for quite a while now, two months and five days to be precise. normally while sitting in his living room cuddled under a fluffy weighted blanket and having one of his arms draped around your shoulders no disturbing thoughts would cross your head, but something your friend had said earlier that day clouded your mind for quite a while now. you were on a face time call with them when you mentioned that you and sapnap hadn't kissed yet and your friend had gone into shock.
"you've been dating for two months and you haven't kissed?" they had exclaimed causing you to ponder whether that was a bad thing or not.
"two months and five days to be precise," you corrected them and they threw you that glance "and is that a bad thing?"
it wasn't that either of you didn't want to. it's just that the right moment never came.
"baby?" sapnap softly called your name, having your attention. "is there something wrong? you seem thoughtful today. you can tell me anything, that is, if you want to, of course." he shyly added, still a bit afraid of crossing your boundaries due to the newly blossoming relationship.
"it's just that, I was curious if we not kissing yet was a bad thing." you answered earnestly. sapnap was taken by surprise by that. he didn't want you to think that he was forcing you so he never initiated anything like that, remaining respectful to your personal space.
"I don't think so, no, y/n/n." suddenly he felt curiosity awaking in him. "do you want to?" you didn't know what to reply. yes, of course you wanted to. but... you had never kissed anyone before and you were afraid to embarrass yourself in front of the man.
you opted to shyly nod in response to his question and the corners of his mouth tugged up ever so slightly at your reaction. he cupped your face gently with his hands but upon seeing your anxious look he inquired you about it.
"it's- it's just that..." you trailed off, not sure how to continue. "I haven't had my first kiss yet, so you'll have to guide me through that. " you confessed, your voice just above a whisper. sapnap visibly relaxed, as he was expecting something worse. he softly chuckled, gently taking your hand into his.
"y/n, you are so cute. it's easy, let me show you." with that, he once again took your face into his large hands and looked into your eyes.
"so what do I do? close my eyes and lean in?" you asked eager to do everything right. he once again laughed and nodded.
"leave it all to me." and with that, he connected your lips.
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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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kumezyzo · 7 months
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could I get more fwb sapnap, but this time brothers best friend version? I’m literally obsessed with this man rn oml😭😭
it took me so long to think of any ideas for this so its very very short. but i havent posted in a bit so this should be enough 😤😤😤 (jk i know it kinda isnt) i also got this ask right after i was like 'oh im taking a bit of a break'😭
so, the brother!george one is more fluff than dreams. thats it.
anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list
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dream
its hard for you and sap to sneak around without your brother knowing. it was almost as if it wasnt worth it. but you would completely forget when he's kissing you and his hands are all over you.
everytime you two end up in either of your rooms, you're worried about dream finding out.
"i really dont think we should be doing this," you whisper as he is sucking hickies into your collarbone. he squeezes your waist and scoffs lightly, his breath tickling your skin.
"you just need to be quiet, baby," he tells you, moving down to kiss your chest once before planting a kiss on your lips.
"as if you're not loud."
but its hard to keep quiet sometimes. especially when he's hitting so deep inside you and speaking to you so lewdly.
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george
when sapnap would visit you in london with george, they would stay with you. late at night, he would sneak into your room to see you quietly waiting for him.
you two had to keep quiet or else you brother would wake up. but it was worth it, especially after you two only got to see eachother once in a blue moon. and thats why you two cuddled afterwards, catching up as if you didnt sext/text and call almost everyday. but you both swore there were no feeling involved.
"you should move to florida," he suggested, moving the hair away from your neck. "it would be easier for us to do this, i mean."
you look up from his chest and think to yourself for a moment, "i dont know how i feel about living in america."
he scoffs, "but im there. your brother's there. it wouldnt be too terrible."
you hum, "i dunno...maybe."
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i finished watching The Queens Gambit yesterday and i love Harry Mellings acting so much. AND he did so fucking good in The Pale Blue Eye 😫😫😫 i love good actors so mf much -nony
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hearts4court · 6 months
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Kinktober!🎃🦇
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A/N: I’m really excited to do this. all of these will be blurbs!! they will be a little short, since school takes up most of my time my posts will either be posted late in the day OR the day after. they will be late, a lot of them. This can be found on my masterlist, or navi. <3 I was originally supposed to do three days for each other the people i write for… but i lost motivation for some of them, so now it’s just who i feel like writing for.
can y’all tell what my fav kink is?
Main Masterlist!
WEEK ONE:
Sun, Oct. 1st: Praise!Kink with Regulus Black.
Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.
Mon, Oct. 2nd: Choking!Kink with Regulus Black.
Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.
Tue, Oct. 3rd: Degradation!Kink with Regulus Black
Dom!Regulus Black X Fem!reader.
Wed, Oct. 4th: Voice!kink with Sirius Black.
Dom!Sirius Black X afab!reader.
Thurs, Oct. 5th: Breeding!kink with Sirius Black.
Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.
Fri, Oct. 6th: Overstimulation with Sirius Black.
Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.
Sat, Oct. 7th: Praise!kink with James Potter.
Sub!James Potter X afab!reader.
꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱
WEEK TWO:
Sun, Oct. 8th: Size!kink with James Potter.
Dom!James Potter X afab!reader
Mon, Oct. 9th: Bondage!kink with James Potter.
Dom!James Potter X fem!reader.
Tue, Oct. 10th: Breeding!kink with Remus Lupin.
Dom!Remus Lupin X fem!reader.
Wed, Oct. 11th: Praise!kink with Prof!Remus Lupin.
Dom!Prof!Remus Lupin X Fem!reader.
Thurs, Oct. 12th: Rough!sex with Remus Lupin.
Dom!Remus Lupin X afab!reader.
Fri, Oct. 13th: Hair pulling!kink with Dream.
Dom!Dreamwastaken X Fem!reader.
Sat, Oct. 14th: Hate Sex with Dream.
Dom!Dreamwastaken X afab!reader.
꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱
WEEK THREE:
Sun, Oct. 15th: Innocence!kink with Dream.
Dom!Dreamwastaken x virgin!fem!reader.
Mon, Oct. 16th: Breeding!kink with Sapnap.
Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader.
Tue, Oct. 17th: Soft!sex with Sapnap.
Dom!Sapnap X afab!reader.
Wed, Oct: 18th: Cockwarming with Sapnap.
Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader
Thurs, Oct. 19th: Knife!play with Chucky.
Dom!Charles Lee Ray X Fem!reader.
Fri, Oct. 20th: Praise!kink with Chucky.
Dom!Charles Lee Ray X fem!reader.
Sat, Oct. 21st: Blow and smoke with Chucky.
Dom!Charles Lee Ray X bitchy!afab!reader.
꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱
WEEK FOUR:
Sun, Oct. 22nd: Bondage!kink with Charlie.
Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.
Mon, Oct. 23rd: Being needy for Charlie.
Dom!Charlie X fem!reader.
Tue, Oct. 24th: Praise!Kink with Charlie.
Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.
Wed, Oct. 25th: Breeding!kink with Schlatt.
Dom!husband!Schlatt X fem!wife!reader.
Thurs, Oct. 26th: Teasing with Schlatt.
Dom!Schlatt X sassy!afab!reader.
Fri, Oct. 27th: Somnophilia with Schlatt.
Dom!Schlatt X fem!reader.
Sat, Oct. 28th: Praise!kink with Tiffany Valentine.
Dom!Tiffany Valentine X Fem!reader.
꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱
LAST THREE DAYS:
Sun, Oct. 29th: Dacryphilia with Tiffany Valentine.
Dom!Tiffany Valentine X afab!reader.
Mon, Oct. 30th: Bondage!kink with Tiffany Valentine.
Dom!Tiffany Valentine X fem!reader.
Tue, Oct. 31st: Thigh!kink with Billy Hargrove.
Dom!Billy Hargrove X Fem!plus size!reader.
Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.
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luvvdwt · 2 years
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thinking about comforting quackity i love him so fucking much
lets say one night he’s extremely tired. he has to finish editing this video, he’s working so hard. you’ve been bringing him food and water throughout the day. now its 3am, he’s still hard at work.
you’re watching tv when you decide to go check on him. he’s leaning on his desk, eyes fluttering shut and back open. he looks completely exhausted.
you walk over to him, putting a hand in his hair. “alex, you really should rest. you can finish in the morning.”
he looks up at you with glossy eyes, almost like he’s trying to not cry. you cup his cheek with your hand. “m so tired, gotta get this done.” he says, nuzzling into your hand. “i’ll be 20 minutes, amor.”
you shake your head. “no no, alex c’mere,” you grab his hand and lead him up off his chair. “no, y/n i need to-“ you cut off his protests.
“it’s time for bed, baby.” you see his eyes well up again with tears and pull him close to you. he nuzzles his face into your neck and sniffles. “i don’t wanna disappoint.”
“alex, you’re so incredible and talented and your fans and i love you so much. i’m sure going to bed now will not effect your video, it’ll be there for you in the morning, right honey?” he nods, looking at you with tear stained cheeks. you wipe them away gently and leave a kiss on his cheek.
“exactly, so let’s get some rest, okay?” he follows you into bed, bringing the covers up over the both of you.
as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light. you snuggle up close to him, wrapping your arms around his body and holding him tight.
with one last kiss to his head, “goodnight, sweetheart.”
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thequeenopower · 1 year
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Halloween Bash ; Sapnap
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In the real world, Halloween is when kids dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it. So like any woman, I decided to dress up more slutty than usual. Which was very odd for me since I didn't wear things like this nor did I need to since I was a faceless-streamer.
I've always liked the Donnie Darko movie so I decided to dress up as Donnie and also put on Frank's bunny mask. But this outfit had a little twist, I mean it needed it since it would be the first time I would be going out in public.
The outfit consisted of a low black V-neck top that had a skeleton torso imprinted on it. I then had a skirt with the hips of the skeleton and wore knee-highs with the skeleton legs. And to pull it all together, a grey zip-up and the Frank mask.
Since I was faceless, I planned on keeping the mask on the entire night and I didn't feel as outcast as Swagger and Issac both had masks on ass well, Swagger being a knight with his crusader helmet and Issac being ghost face which to me was oddly attractive.
The evening was going smoothly, other YouTubers, streamers, and TikTokers were arriving at the party and having fun. I stayed outside smoking and drinking with the Misfits until I was informed of a certain group's arrival.
"THE DREAMSMP IS IN THE HOUSE!" Someone said on the microphone which got everyone's attention, even ours, and we were outside.
"Com'n let's go terrorize them," Issac grabbed hold of my hand and took us inside, a little towards the entryway but out of people's way.
Issac took out his phone and had us take a selfie with the group behind us and posted it to Instagram.
"We should drug them." I slapped his shoulder lightly and laughed.
"Hey, Mr. Ghostface," Addison Ray said to Issac.
I didn't know if Issac had even talked to this lady before, but I knew I hadn't so I left him which earned me a text from him asking where I went. I didn't respond as I wanted to get some water from the fridge, but I was also not able to do that since the kitchen was crowded.
I tried to find the Misfits but I didn't see them anywhere so I snuck out through the garage and found my way to the driveway.
"Hey, you okay?" I hear a voice from beside me as I sit on the little cement wall.
It's Punz.
"I will be." I take out a cigarette and move my mask above my lips just a little to be able to take a drag of it.
"You know, smoking kills." He smirked.
"So do serial killers." That got him to shut up for a little while.
"Luke?! Luke, there you are!" Nick walked up to us, Karl and Alex not too far behind.
"What're you doing out here?"
"Trying to get this cute girl to talk to me." He smirked in my direction which got all eyes on me, Alex laughed as soon as he recognized me.
"You mean, this girl?" Luke nodded as Alex came up to me and gave me an awkward hug, trying not to get burnt by my still-lit cig.
"You know her?" Alex laughed his head off as they started to question him.
"You guess know her too." And with that, he left and the boys followed after, pestering him with questions.
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It must have been past 12 in the morning when some people started to make their way out of the party, though the misfits were not giving up which meant I couldn't give up.
They were dancing, drinking, smoking, and whatever else you could do at a party they were also doing. Sometimes they'd try to get me to dance which would earn some glares but in the end, I'd bust out my super awesome dances (aka the robot and chicken dance). They'd then laugh and tell me to stop, which I do, and take my spot on the couch and wait for it all to repeat again.
Sooner or later, the DreamSMP decided to join us. The big group all took up both floor and couch seats, some having to just stand because there was nowhere else to go. By this time, I was very drunk and high so I was just trying to relax to not cause any more damage.
That was till Swagger got me up to dance.
He pulled me up by my arm and we danced crazily to the music that was now playing outside for us. We didn't even know what we were doing half the time but we were just having too much fun to care. At one point, Swagger was swapped for Punz, Punz was then swapped for Karl, Karl was swapped for Boomer, Boomer was swapped for Issac, Issac was swapped for Dream, Dream was swapped for Fitz, and Fitz was swapped for Sapnap, also known as Nick.
We didn't dance as fluidly but we still had fun with it. At one point I was dancing with at least two people, Nick was behind me and the other person was in front most likely trying to twerk on me. It could've been Swagger or Issac but then again, I'm not so sure there was even someone there.
In the morning I woke up on the living room couch in whoever's house this is. My mask was still on and my head was pounding and my throat was dry. I kind of just laid there until there was movement from underneath me that froze me with fear.
Who the hell was underneath me?
I slowly use my arms to get myself up high enough to see the person, but even then the mask was in the way. So I took the mask off and saw the culprit, Nick.
Nick was fast asleep, slightly snoring and mouth agape. His Fortnite bear onesie was unzipped down to his hips leaving him with a white t-shirt on his chest.
Why did he look peaceful and cute? Why did I have to fall for a guy like him? I should probably get up, and make sure no one knew of this encounter he and I had.
I slowly get up but am stopped by his hands moving and grabbing onto my hips, all while he was still sleeping. I kept trying and trying but every time I moved he would move his arms and hands to keep me down, I was like a stuffed animal to him. At one point I hit him in the face with my elbow which got him up.
"Oh, uh, hi." I didn't know what to say as he looked at me bewildered, right, he's never seen my face.
"Why'd you hit me? I was sleeping,"
"I need to get up." I countered, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Just go back to sleep." And just like that, he was out like a light.
Oh, if there is a God, please save me from this nightmare and/or dream.
Im in the middle of trying to write a choose-your-own-adventure story for the dream team but IDK when it'll be out because I get bored of this shit every day and school work is nuts so yeah also happy Halloween and stay safe !
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lilywastaken · 1 year
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⇝ SICK DAY SCENARIOS !
CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Quackity, CC!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader.
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SUMMARY: taking care of CCs when they're sick :( <3.
WARNINGS: SFW, a few spicy moments here and there, illness, a tiny drop of angst in Karl's part!
A/N: I'm alive!! The brainrot is real for these guys so I just had to write something, even if it's a bit crap LMAO. It's my first time writing for Karl/Quack, so they might be a bit weird/stiff, apologies! Once again, requests are open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!! I wrote this quite late so there might be a few!
MASTERLIST.
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DREAM:
"Feeling a bit better?"
You whisper softly as you open the door to your boyfriend's bedroom, noticing that he had made his way off his bed and onto his chair, legs up and pressed to his chest with his knees tucked under his chin, the bright screens of his monitors reflecting onto his sad face.
"Mm…"
His broken whimper makes you sigh, walking over to him carefully and placing the bowl of chicken soup next to his keyboard, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.
"You should be resting."
You're about to lean back until Dream grabs your arm, his pointer finger coming up to tap his lips, hopeful eyes staring up at you.
"Clay. You're ill."
"Which means you're refusing to kiss your poor, suffering boyfriend?" He sighs dramatically, his voice deep yet nasally due to his stuffy nose, leaning into your touch as your hand comes up to cup his cheek.
"Are you ready to take care of me when I inevitably get sick, sweetheart?" You coo back, watching his expression morph from one of self-pity to one of dread.
"O-of course." He mumbles, hoping you don't remember how stressed he was when George had gotten sick a few weeks ago, running around the house looking for medicine in hopes that his friend wouldn't die. "Still… What if the cure to my sickness is a kiss from my beautiful partner?"
"Oh?" You play along with a smile, your hand coming up to play with his hair and run your fingers through his dirty blond curls, watching him flutter his eyes closed to enjoy your touch with a smile, half expecting him to start purring. "Well…" You sigh dramatically in defeat, leaning down so that the tips of both your noses are bumping. "I guess if it helps."
Dream makes a soft noise of excitement before you press your lips to his, his soft hand holding your head to his to slot your lips together easily.
"Now get to bed." You snap as soon as you pull back, causing him to huff and pause whatever video he had been watching.
"Fine." He grumbles like a child, lifting himself up and taking a few moments to make sure he isn't about to collapse before turning to you, letting you lead him to his mattress, onto which he immediately collapses on with a loud groan.
He situates himself under the covers and outstretches his arms to you expectantly, yet instead of your warm body he finds himself holding the bowl of soup you had brought.
You press a kiss to his forehead as he begrudgingly starts to sip on the soup, his gaze softening as he realises you're not about to leave his side.
Needless to say, the next day you were as ill as he was.
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SAPNAP:
A loud groan resounds across the house.
You try your best to ignore it, going back to scrolling through your phone and scratching behind Patches' ears.
Another groan, louder this time, finally brings your attention away from social media and back to reality, frowning at the unending dramatic groans that come from your boyfriend.
You sigh, carefully pushing Patches off and starting your trek upstairs, listening to the borderline fake sounds coming from inside the room.
"You sound like you're dying."
You comment as soon as you push open the door to his bedroom, rolling your eyes with a smile as you meet your boyfriend's gaze, his lower lip curled into a pout as he makes grabby hands at you, his bed covered in what you assume to be snotty tissues.
"I am dying, darlin'. Feels like I'm being ripped apart."
You laugh, making your way towards him and sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing your hand onto his forehead, frowning instantly at how hot he feels.
"Wait, are you actually sick?"
"Yes!" Sapnap whines, throwing his head back and slamming it accidentally onto the wooden headboard, whining at the additional pain. "You thought I was fakin'!?"
"I wouldn't put it past you." You grumbled, wiping some of the sweat on his face with your sleeve, watching him try to adjust in his bed just to be closer with you. "What hurts?"
"Everything." He sighs out, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs.
"Everything?" You repeat, unamused, already getting up to retrieve an ice pack from downstairs, hoping to cool down the fever he seems to have caught.
"Yes, every-" his eyes snap open as soon as he feels the bed shift, whining. "No, don't leave!"
"Nick, I need to get you something for your fever!"
You struggle against Sapnap's grip as he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and stubble scratching against your cheek.
"No… all I need is you, darl'." He grumbles against your skin, peppering sloppy kisses onto your neck.
"You're delirious." You sigh, melting into his warmth as he pulls you under the covers, sniffling and whining with every move he makes. "You'll take some medicine later, right?"
"Mhm … yeah." He says drowsily as he starts to fall asleep right there, listening to your breathing as a means to calm himself down. "Anything for you, sweetheart."
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GEORGE:
How can George still be asleep?
You think to yourself as you stare mindlessly into the TV, the plate of food you had been eating abandoned on the coffee table as you take note of how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend after last night.
You know he's prone to sleeping in for long, but not this long. Especially now in Florida, where the sun rises earlier and helps him wake up at the same time as you and your roommates.
Once you give your half eaten plate to Dream, you carefully push open the door to your boyfriend's room, stopping for a few moments so your eyes get used to the darkness his room was covered in.
"George? Are you awake?"
Treading carefully so you don't trip on any loose cables or stuff that he might have tossed onto the ground, you finally reach his bed, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on the body beneath the covers and shaking softly.
"Georgie?"
"Hmng."
You feel him turn around, meeting his gaze despite the darkness around you, watching as his pained expression turns into one of relief.
"Hi…" He mumbles, voice coarse as if he had just finished screaming for over an hour, reminding you of that one time he had lost his voice after a particularly long stream. "Time…?"
"Almost 4." Your hand comes up to push back his bangs, a shiver racking through his body as your cool touch makes contact with his atypically hot skin. "What th- do you have a fever?"
"I think." You feel his arms creep around your waist, pulling you closer with abnormal strength and placing his head onto your lap, snuggling himself into your thighs, letting out a shaky sigh at the warmth. "Tried getting up this morning and I think I passed out."
That would explain the crash Sapnap had claimed to have heard early in the morning.
"You passed out? Why didn't you call me?" You whisper back, running your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, a spot you know always gets him weak. "We could've brought you downstairs so you weren't cooped up like this."
George laughed as the image of Dream and Sapnap dragging him downstairs came to mind, but the sudden stabbing pain that attacked his lungs caused him to start coughing with a whine.
"I'd rather just stay up here with you." He started to manhandle you to lie under the covers, his hands warm on your hips as he quite basically shoved his face into your chest, trying to calm his raging headache. "We can order something later… I just want to be with you for now."
You chewed on your lower lip before your hands came up subconsciously to bury themselves in his soft locks, a whine leaving his lips as your nails started scratching at his scalp. "Fine. Just for a bit, okay? You still have to eat, we got to get you medicine, and you probably stin-"
You squeaked as he nipped on your skin in an attempt to get you to shut up, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his pretty lips before he fluttered his eyes back closed, a silent way of telling you that he was going back to sleep.
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QUACKITY:
"You're an idiot."
Your boyfriend sputters out a confused sound as he walks into the kitchen, not having expected to be instantly insulted first thing in the morning.
"Huh?"
"Why are you half-naked!? You're sick!" You point at his feet and then his shorts with your spoon, making him groan and roll his eyes.
"It's hot!" He throws his arms up in the air as he sits down at the kitchen island, ignoring the way you frown at him. "And I'm not sick. I'm fine. It's just a cold."
"That still counts as being sick." You mumble under your breath, pushing a plate of food in his direction before pulling off your hoodie (which casually happened to be his) and handing it to him. "Put it on. I don't want you getting worse."
"...fine." He mumbles, starting to eat once it's on. "Thank you, mi vida."
Your face heats up at the casual nickname, nodding as you start on your own breakfast, too busy scrolling on your phone to notice the way your boyfriend starts squirming in his seat, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries to focus on his food.
"You alright?" You finally realise how sick he looks despite having looked fine mere moments before, face flushed and skin sickly pale as he wipes the sweat away with his hoodies sleeves.
"Mhm. Okay." Your hand reaches over to cup his cheek, almost flinching back at how hot his skin feels. "Jesus! You're so fucking hot!"
You instantly regret what comes out of your mouth at his cocky expression, watching him m lean into your hand and sigh dreamily, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as he speaks.
"You think I'm that hot, babe?" He purrs out, despite the absolute pain that's racking through his body at the minute. "Damn, didn't expect you to be bold."
"Shut up." You pinch his cheek, forcing a high pitched cry to leave his mouth as you turn around to look through the medicine cabinet. "I meant you're literally hot, Alex."
"So you think I'm not figuratively hot?" You refrain from the urge to groan at his teasing, pulling off the cap to some medicine and dropping a pill into a glass of water.
"If you keep acting like this, you'll be less than hot to me." You snap, handing him the drink and waiting for him to down it like he usually does when it comes to ill-tasting medicine. "Go lie down, I'll make you some soup."
Before you can leave, he grabs your arm, pulling you into the space between his open legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"With me?" He mumbles into your hair, causing you to roll your eyes at how clingy he's become. "Come on, cielo. We can just order soup."
"But will it be as good as my soup?" You brush some of his longer strands of hair away from his eyes and trace the invisible lines between the beauty marks on his face.
"No… but I'd take cold soup any day of the week if it means having you in my arms."
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KARL:
"Your nose is running."
You comment as you watch your boyfriend sluggishly make his way towards the fridge, eyes barely open and sweatpants almost falling down his waist.
"Mhm."
He doesn't even acknowledge your words, digging through the countless cans in the fridge to pull out some orange juice, instantly downing it without a second thought.
"Sorry. You want some?" He slurs, extending his arm and offering you the carton.
"Just finish it, Karl. I'd rather not get sick."
You notice that instead of his normal sleeping shirt he has a button up on, the buttons all messed up from probably trying to do it on his own in the bathroom mirror.
"You going somewhere, baby?" You comment on his appearance, frowning as he instantly nods, throwing the carton into the bin before looking for some snacks.
"Filming with Jimmy." He casually says, as if he hadn't been battling with a fever for almost a week. "I volunteered yesterd-"
You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking and meeting his shocked gaze, feeling his hands immediately find place on your waist out of instinct at how close you are.
"You're not going anywhere, Karl. I don't want you to get worse." You comment with a frown, having half expected him to lick at your hand when you had covered his mouth, but the sad look in his eyes feels worse than how that would've. "Please. You've been in pain for almost a week, I just want you to get better."
You let go of his face, moving your hand to cup his cheek and watch him press into your touch, nodding solemnly.
"Just don't like being useless. I wanna do stuff, I want to help!" He whines, closing his eyes as if afraid of your reaction to his complaint.
"You're not useless, though. You're sick. I'm taking care of you because I love you and I want you to get better. Jimmy's your friend, he'll probably won't want you working while you're sick, either." You lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a comforting hug, his cool hands roaming your skin under your shirt. "So get back into your pyjamas and get to bed and I'll bring you some food, okay? Then we can watch a movie, whichever one you want."
He nods enthusiastically, taking his turn to cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all over, brushing your lips with his before pulling away, aware of how sick you'd get if he gave you what he had. "I love you!" He says before rushing back upstairs giddily, not even waiting for you to say it back, aware that even without saying it, you do.
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