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Skateboards on a Saturday Night

Warnings: slight injury and some strong language, but I think that’s it! If I miss any, let me know!

Theme: You and Sapnap are skateboarding. Or, well, you’re trying.

Characters: Sapnap, GN!Reader

“You can skateboard?”

The question was brought up when Y/N saw his skateboard, which they hadn’t actually seen before despite having hung out with their boyfriend at his place for quite a while now. 

The male grinned from ear to ear as he held up said board, nodding. “Hell yeah I can! You should totally come out with me. It would be fuuun~!” His voice lilted in a teasing way, and Y/N rolled their eyes, but still stood to follow Sapnap outside. “Just know that, if you fall, I will be laughing at you,” Their boyfriend added, still grinning. 

“If you laugh at me, I’ll chuck the board at your face,” They joked, nudging the dark-haired male in the side with their elbow. He nudged back, then leaned over to put a little kiss on their cheek. 

“I don’t think you will.” The two stepped outside, and Sapnap placed the board on the sidewalk. The sun was already setting pretty fast, so they had limited light. “I’ll show you how to do it first.” He held up a thumbs-up to his partner, then sped up and down the sidewalk with ease. He made it look easy, but Y/N knew for sure it would be difficult for a while. When Sapnap came back up to them and stopped, Y/N wrinkled their nose at him.

“I think you just did all that to show off, mister.” They put their hands on their hips and watched as Sapnap hopped off the board. 

“You know me so well. Anyway, let’s get you up on the board, alright?” Taking one of their hands, Sapnap helps Y/N up. Their legs wobbled, but Sapnap mumbled promises of not letting go, which helped their nerves calm slightly. “Good. Okay. I’m gonna be right next to you the whole time, holding your hand. If you could push off a little to get the board rolling, that would be great.”

“This is so stupid, it feels like this board is gonna fucking break. It’s so thin.” They huffed slightly, but pushed off like they’d been told. They moved slowly, but Y/N broke into a cold sweat anyway. They started to lean more to one side and ultimately fell off, but Sapnap was quick enough to catch them and put them back up on the board.

“It held me up, so it’ll hold you just fine. You’re doing good, Y/N. Just... move your feet further apart, you’re more likely to fall like that.” Slowly, they moved their feet, finding themselves feeling way more balanced already. “Alright, great. Will you rip me a new one if I have you try without holding my hand?”

“Yes.” 

Sapnap chuckled softly but shook his head. “Well, I’m gonna have you do it anyway. I’m gonna let go in a moment, and I want you to try and keep the board going without falling off.”

After a few attempts at this, Y/N’s scraped knees, elbows, and bruised backside ultimately say that they’re done for the day. “I can’t believe you basically put me on the board like one of those people putting dogs on a skateboard. I’ve seen those kinds of videos...” Y/N laughed breathlessly, watching as Sapnap thought about that.

“That gives me an idea. I’ll be right back out.” Before you could object, Sapnap was running back to the building, shouting. “Dream! Dream, I need your cat!”

Reacting to You Falling

Request: I’m relatively clumsy so I was wondering if you could do hcs for mcyts of your choosing reacting to you falling? I imagine Tommy would laugh at me lol.

A/N: he would laugh at you. He does laugh at you in the hcs.

Dream:

- “Why are you so bad at walking? Get good.” - Despite his teasing, he still helps you back up. - The man isn’t the greatest at first aid, but he knows enough to know you might need a band-aid.

Tommy: 

- IMMEDIATELY starts laughing hysterically - “You clumsy fuck! Even I’m better at walking than you!” - He probably helps you up, but after that, he’s still laughing too much to help you with your likely scraped knee.

George:

- “Did you just fall? Seriously?” - He’s smart. He knows (kind of) what to do, so you’re bandaged and iced before you know it. - “Wanna play Minecraft til you feel better?”

Sapnap:

- “Y/N? You okay?” - He falls a lot when he skateboards, so he’s basically a pro at first-aid.  - You two go to get food afterward to make you feel better. Your pick of where to go.

BadBoyHalo:

- Immediately fussing over you, because your knee must hurt. - He’s got fun band-aids, so now you get a BRIGHT neon green one. - “Take it easy, Y/N! You’re injured.”  - No matter how much you try to protest that you’re not so injured as to not continue what you were doing, he won’t take no as an answer.

Wilbur:

- Also laughing, but his laugh is too contagious for you to not laugh along. - Afterward, he’s helping you take care of your knee, explaining that you’re not supposed to fall when you walk. - “You’re silly, Y/N. So silly.”

Niki:

- Makes a bit of a deal out of it, because you’re hurt now! - “Hey, are you okay? Let’s get you cleaned up.”  - You two get to go out for ice cream afterward, luckily, since ice cream makes everything better.

Until Then - Sapnap x Reader

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

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

Characters: Sapnap, Y/N

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

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

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

They wanted to cry.

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

Y/N can tell he’s being genuine.

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

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

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

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

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

Texts, Returned - Sapnap x Reader

Request: you can’t keep me hanging with that Sapnap one, make another pls >:(

A/N: >:) I had it planned already mwahaha.

Theme: the calm after the storm y’all, here’s a bit of fluff to keep you guys satiated

Warnings: none. If I miss anything though, lmk

Characters: Sapnap, Y/N

They moved on for a while. Sometimes, Y/N saw something that reminded them of him, but other than that it was smooth sailing. It was a mutual thing. They focused themselves on life, but of course, that promise stuck with both of them. 

Sapnap’s career continued to grow, his influence bigger the more he did. He was dedicated, that was for sure. He’d finally gotten to a point where he felt comfortable. He was doing so well. 

Y/N it’s Sapnap. Wondered if you wanted to go to like.... idk McDs or smth. lemme know. 

Although the two had texted fairly regularly still even after the split, they hadn’t actually seen each other since then, so this was new. 

Sure, I’ll go get MacDons w u. 

So here they were, across the table from each other, each with their own meal as they talked. 

Y/N didn’t look up from their fries as they spoke, “Heard you’re doing really well right now. I’m proud of you, Sap.” They smiled to themself, popping another fry in their mouth. 

“Hell yeah. Heard the same for you. Doing well in school, all that shit. It’s good. I’m really happy for you.” Sapnap looks up from his burger, over at Y/N. “Anyway, I bet you’re wondering why I invited you here.” 

Y/N nodded, finally looking up from their meal.

“Well, I wanted to let you know that I’m in a good spot. I can’t say anything for you but it looks like you’re doing super well too. And... I dunno, maybe we can keep our promise. I’ve been thinking a lot about you this whole time, y’know? I just-”

“You’re saying you want to try again now that we seem a bit more ready for it,” Y/N interrupted.

“Yeah.” Sapnap chuckled, rubbing his hands together. “I just think that we’re both like... ready for it now, y’know? Obviously, if you don’t think so, we can wait longer. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

“Sap! Chill a little. I don’t want you to get worked up.” They smiled sweetly. “I think now is the perfect time to start again.” 

all-star [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: reader's dad is the coach of the basketball team, and their boyfriend is the star player. only 'coach' doesn't know they're dating. (yes, another sapnap high school! au from yours truly)

wc: 2.7k

a/n: sapnap said his favourite sport to play and watch was basketball and this is what my mind did with that information. also thank you for 800 followers!

tw: swearing?, school mention, bit of flirting

you’d dealt with it since you were young. both your parents having been teachers, your mother being an elementary teacher and your father being a high school teacher, you’d always felt the favouritism and familiarity that come with being the child of a teacher.

as you got older, the more accustomed you got to it all. especially in high school, since your father also happened to be the coach of the boys’ basketball team, and though “football” is usually the go-to sport of a typical american high school, your school excelled at basketball. which, by default, meant he was very well-known and well-respected by the student body.

much to your distaste, this meant a lot of potential boyfriends were scared off by your dad’s menacing glares and empty threats - a coach can be very, very scary when he wants to be - especially if said boy happened to be on his team. by your sheer luck, your crush happened to be his star player.

luckily, having your dad as the coach proved to be quite useful in the boys’ aspect. you’d stopped by countless practices, making up an excuse about not wanting to take the bus on that particular evening, and watching the rest of practice without question. you couldn’t do it too often to avoid suspicions, but your father taught you well and you probably understood the game better than half the actual players, anyways. it wasn’t hard to pretend to be interested.

game nights were even better excuses, because not only were you there alone, but most nights the entire school showed up, and with the perk of arriving early with the coach, you always got the best seats, where you could shamelessly and inconspicuously watch him, number 01 on the court. like every high school jock ever, he went by a nickname. sapnap.

he was so much more than a simple jock, in your eyes. he was one of the kindest boys in your grade, always offering smiles everywhere he went, and though he was aware of his advanced skill in the sport, he was always humble.

maybe that’s why you fell for him. or maybe it was the lingering glances the two of you would share in each of the classes you had together. or maybe, just maybe, it was the idea you couldn’t be with him, the idea that your dad would make his life miserable.

that was, if he ever found out.

it wasn’t an easy feat, the two of you hiding from your father. from time to time, you swore he knew about your secret, subtle conversations seemingly hinting at something more - but he was old, and naive. there was no way he wouldn’t have said something by now.

you walked into the lunch room, glancing around and looking for a certain head of brown hair. once you spotted him in his signature letterman jacket, you slipped into the seat next to him, smiling as you nudged him purposely. he smiled down at you, and did a quick glance of the cafeteria, before leaning down and placing a small kiss on your lips. you smiled brightly, heat creeping up your cheeks. you’d never get over the way he made you feel.

“coming to practice tonight?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes playfully, letting out an exaggerated huff.

“do i have to?” you pouted, and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as he did so. you weren’t too fond of the confidence radiating off of him, so you decided to fire back slightly. “don’t get me wrong, you’re really hot when you play. like, really hot.” you started, watching out of the corner of your eye as his eyes flew open and he gaped at you, jaw dropped. “but you guys have the big game tonight, so i’ll be watching you play later anyways!”

sapnap swallowed, before taking a second to recompose himself. “the game is why you should come tonight! c’mon, y/n. maybe you can even give us some pointers, since you’re so interested in the sport.” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“i swear, tommy doesn’t know what a layup is! how does he mess it up every time? it’s just a few steps and a shot!” you complained, and sapnap laughed, basking in the moment. you’d never admit it to anyone, but you liked that you knew enough about the sport to hold a conversation with your boyfriend. though you weren’t interested in the sport itself, it was nice to be able to talk with sapnap about something he cared so dearly for.

he leaned down then, placing his mouth next to your ear, smirking at the hitch in your breath at his proximity. “just come tonight. for me.” sapnap whispered, and you sighed, nodding. he smiled brightly, tugging you towards him, and wrapping you in a tight hug.

and thus you found yourself doing homework on the empty bleachers once more, stealing glances at the court every so often. you watched as the team played a quick 5v5, the ball being stolen, passed and shot, you adding in your two cents every few plays. before you could even process it, the practice had ended.

“alright boys, bring it in!” your dad called, and the group quickly filed in, forming a small circle around him. “i need you all here for 6:30, no later or you’re benched. game starts at 7:00 sharp. tonight is important, people. if we win this game, we’re moving onto the championships.” his firm tone echoed in the large gym, and the boys let out a series of whoops and cheers. “now get out, i’ll see you guys this evening!” he dismissed, and the boys cheered once more, parading out of the gym as a unit.

a certain brunette glanced up at you as he passed, flashing you his signature ‘i-just-killed-that-shit’ smirk, and you softly smiled back, only for a moment, before turning your attention back to gathering your things, as to not keep your father too long. the two of you headed home, chatting about the excitement for the night ahead.

“i really think you guys have a chance at beating the other team. especially if the guys play like they did at that practice!” you babbled, your dad nodding in agreement. he seemed to be thinking deeply, and you paused, turning to face him. “dad? is something wrong?” you asked, nervously.

“no, no. nothing’s wrong. just thinking about something.” he assured you, and you sighed, motioning for him to continue. “well, kid. you’ve practically been training these guys as much as i have - i don’t think i could’ve managed this team as well as i have without you. what do you say, why don't you sit on the bench with me as assistant coach?” he prompted, and you blinked in surprise.

“i’d love to!” you exclaimed, jumping forward and tackling him in a tight embrace. he smiled, returning it, before pulling back and gathering his things from the bench.

“i forgot my keys in my classroom, you can just wait here while i run upstairs. sound good?” he asked, and you smiled, nodding. he left, and you sighed happily, basking in the recognition you didn’t feel you deserved, but certainly appreciated.

“assistant coach, huh?” a familiar voice asked, and you turned instantly, smiling even brighter at his slightly disheveled appearance, his hair wet from a quick shower. he stepped towards you, quickly pulling you by your hips when you were within reach, tugging you so that the two of you stood face to face, lips only inches apart from one another. you giggled dreamily, slowly leaning forward and pressing your soft lips to his slightly chapped ones.

he pulled away slightly, and you paused, confused. “assistant coach sounds pretty hot.” he mumbled, and you pulled away, dramatically slapping his chest. “ow!” he mocked, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing him by his sweatshirt and pulling him back to you, leaving a searing kiss on his lips. he squeaked in surprise, hands flying back to your waist, before you pulled away completely with an evil smirk.

“good luck, lover boy.” you teased, and your timing seemed perfect as ever, hearing your dad call for you only seconds later. “coming dad!” you picked up your things, sapnap still frozen in place, cheeks flushed. “see you tonight.” you whispered as you passed, scurrying off before he could get in another word.

the next few hours leading up to the game could not have been any longer. you tried to do homework, reading, drawing - anything to help pass the time. all attempts ended futile though, and you settled for texting sapnap mindlessly, the two of you radiating excitement. after what felt like a lifetime, your dad called for you to gather what you needed and to head to the car, and you didn’t need to be told twice.

once you arrived, you began making your way to the bleachers, before pausing and turning towards the bench, following your dad, who looked at you proudly as you sauntered over, taking a seat next to him. the team walked into the gym, uniforms on and stretching as they advanced. “get warmed up guys!” your dad announced, and they instantly obliged. as they practiced, students filed into the bleachers, bearing banners and school colours - from both schools.

a whistle blew, and the teams retracted to their benches, your dad pulling out his clipboard. “okay, sap - you’re going to start here..” he explained each player’s positions and the tactics they planned on using, and with a small cheer, your boyfriend led his teammates onto the court, standing face to face as he prepared to jump for the ball. the ball was tossed, and the game commenced.

the scores were neck and neck, with the score 52-53 for you, with two minutes remaining. “just one more, guys.” you muttered under your breath, anxiously watching the group of boys fighting over the ball, intercepting passing and maneuvering around each other. you glanced at the clock as the time passed quickly, down to the last minute thirty. “get the ball to sapnap!” your dad called, and the team scrambled to grab ahold of the ball. sam quickly stole it mid-pass, quickly spotting sapnap, who waved his arms frantically. sam threw the ball, and sapnap caught it easily, but was quickly swarmed by the other team. he held the ball tightly, glancing for an opening. he saw two options: he could push through the guy in front of him and run down the court, but he also spotted tommy at the other end of the court, right by the opponent's net, completely unblocked.

in the last few minutes, dream was injured and tommy was subbed in, though he wasn’t usually someone’s go to - hence why he had no defence whatsoever. they didn’t see him as a threat. with only seconds to spare, sapnap made his split-second decision and called out “tommy!”, before tossing the ball confidently, and tommy froze for a moment as the ball landed in his arms.

“tommy! do a layup!” you yelled in a panic, and he quickly sprung to life, dribbling once before taking two small steps and leaping, shooting the ball against the headboard. everyone held their breaths as the ball bounced around the rim, before settling and tipping into the net, just as the final buzzer went off. the bleachers erupted into cheers, and you joined in, the team all rushing onto the court to pick up tommy onto their shoulders in celebration.

you momentarily forgot about your dad, and beaming with excitement, you ran towards sapnap. you threw your arms around him instantly, mumbling congratulations. he laughed, wrapping his arms around your lower waist and picking you up, spinning you around. when he gently placed you on the ground, you reached up, kissing him softly. he returned the motion, and as you both pulled back, there was a twinkle of pure fondness in his eyes.

“ahem.” a deep voice called, and you tensed, slipping out of your boyfriend's embrace and looking guiltily at your dad, expecting a face of pure anger. instead, your jaw almost dropped as you saw a proud smile across your dad’s face.

“dad?” you questioned, your voice laced with pure confusion. your dad laughed out loud at this, and you frowned. you waited for a moment for his laughter to die down, wondering why he wasn’t trying to rip your boyfriend's head off. “are you okay?” you asked, hesitantly.

“okay? of course i’m okay.” he scoffed, waving off your discomfort. “i’m just surprised you lasted as long as you did!”

you and sapnap glanced at each other, silently asking if either of you understood what was going on. you didn’t. “uh, i’m not sure what you mean, coach.” sapnap chriped, and your dad gave him a ‘seriously?’ look.

“c’mon you two, you don’t seriously think i didn’t know you’ve been seeing each other this whole time.” he asked, and the two of you gaped, awestruck.

“you knew and you didn’t say anything?” you asked, shellshocked. your mind was running a mile a minute, unable to process what your dad was really saying.

your dad shrugged, “i thought you’d tell me when you were ready.” when you and sapnap stayed quiet, he sighed. “y/n, you know sapnap is my favourite student i’ve had. if you’re going to have a boyfriend at your age, which i still don’t think is really appropriate-”

“dad!” you defended, and he chuckled.

“sorry, sorry. anyways, if you’re going to be dating someone, i'm glad it’s him. you’re a good kid, sap. just don’t be an idiot and break their heart, or else. got it?” his tone was slightly joking, but the underlying threat was clear. sapnap smiled, nodding.

“i would never, coach.” his words were confident, smooth. it was a promise to both you and your dad, and you smiled, reaching for his hand and giving a small squeeze. “say, coach.” sapnap paused, and your dad nodded, motioning for him to continue. “would you mind if i took y/n out to celebrate? i’ll drive them back home by 11.”

your dad smiled fondly, nodding. “i suppose that could be arranged. i would suggest, however, you shower first though, sap.” he teased, and sapnap sputtered, taken off guard. your dad laughed, turning and walking away from the pair of you. “see, good kid.” he mumbled, mostly to himself.

once sapnap had gathered his things, the two of you had driven to a park not far from the school, some fast food you’d stopped to get on the way in hand. you simply sat in his seats, soaking in silence as you ate. a thought curiously prodded at your mind, and you decided to indulge it.

“can i ask you something, sap?” you questioned, and he nodded, glancing your way. “why didn’t you make a break for it? i know you saw the opening i did. instead, you gave up your shining moment and gave the ball to tommy, you let him have it.” your words weren’t judgemental, simply curious and slightly surprised. sapnap chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“i don’t need the glory all of the time. i get the team relies on me a lot, but they don’t need to. they're just too scared to make the risky moves on their own.” he paused, thinking. “besides, tommy was unguarded, and he works well under pressure. i had no doubt he’d make the shot.” he shrugged, and you smiled fondly at him, leaning over the console and pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“you’re perfect, you know that?” you mumbled, and he smiled, reaching over and cupping your cheek lovingly. you stared in silence for a moment, simply soaking in each other's presence.

his lips tugged up into a smile, before he began to whisper. “you know, the real reason i don’t need the glory is because i have the best prize already, sitting right in front of me.” you couldn’t fight the smile making its way onto your face.

“you’ll always be a winner in my heart.” you whispered, and he beamed, pressing his lips to yours once more.

“as long as i have you, i’ll always feel like a winner.” he mumbled against your lips, and as the two of you continued to kiss over the console of his car, you couldn’t help but feel like a winner yourself.

ghost [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them (none mentioned)

synopsis: you left, and all he has left is the ghost of you.

wc: 0.8k

a/n: inspired by justin bieber's 'ghost'. 10/10 song, i definitely recommend. also idk what this is i just wanted to post something!

tw: just angst, no happy ending sorry </3

"since the love that you left is all that i get

i want you to know that if i can't be close to you

i'll settle for the ghost of you

i miss you more than life"

losing someone important in your life is always painful. sapnap knew that. but he’s never felt pain like this before.

it wasn’t physical pain, no, it was emotional pain. and that was much, much worse. because there was no amount of medication that could heal his deeply cut wounds.

it was like a searing sensation in his chest, as though someone had grabbed his heart in their hands and began kneading it relentlessly, squeezing out every emotion he could possibly muster.

it never stopped.

it would never stop.

you were gone from his life.

and he missed you.

he missed waking up next to you.

he missed the cute little yawn that escaped your lips when you woke up, or the quiet mumbling of complaint as you set your alarm to snooze.

he missed the way you would pout when he left your shared bed, begging him for more cuddles and sleep. he could never say no to you.

sometimes, he swore he could still hear the faint sound of your soft, sleepy giggles echo through the room, the ones he’d receive after placing gentle kisses on your face in the early hours of the morning.

he missed the way you expressed yourself.

he missed the sparkle in your eyes when you brought up something you were passionate about, or the doe-eyed expression you’d give him when you felt uncertain and needed his reassurance.

he missed the way you always talked with your hands, emphasizing your points with random gestures and catching everyone’s attention. he thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

he missed your personality.

he missed the way you sang at the top of your lungs and danced around the kitchen when you thought no one was home, or that he was busy. and then how you would get flustered when he made himself known.

he missed how you would skip when you were happy, how you would become super cuddly when you were upset, how you would beg him to take spontaneous adventures with you at 3am in his car blasting shitty music and taking stupid pictures on your polaroid camera.

he missed you when he streamed.

he missed hearing the floorboards creak under the weight of your feet while he was streaming, a reminder that he was not alone. though he was comfortable with his streams, having thousands of viewers watching you could be quite overwhelming, and your presence always grounded him.

he missed when you would quietly knock on his door, making sure he was muted before offering him a variety of snacks, drinks, or anything he needed. you always made sure he was taken care of, and he couldn’t believe he took that for granted.

he missed falling asleep next to you.

he missed the way you would throw yourself on the bed carelessly, provoking squeaks of protest from the mattress. he missed the way you would start spontaneous pillow fights, making a mess of your freshly made beds.

he missed your comforting presence next to him as he drifted off. he missed the way you used to draw shapes on his chest with your head resting next to the mindless scribbles. he missed having his legs tangled with yours as you fell asleep, having the security of each other's embrace as you fell into another nights’ slumber.

he missed you, more than life.

everything reminded him of you.

whenever he saw a poorly parked car, he remembered teaching you how to drive. whenever he saw a cat running across the street, he remembered when you’d found a stray and the two of you had brought it to a shelter, successfully rescuing it.

whenever he passed the coffee shop, he remembered the first time he laid eyes on you from across the cafe.

as if he wasn’t being tortured enough, the apartment you two picked out - together, mind you - seemed to have a permanent mark of you.

a ghost of you, if you will.

every building has its own unique sounds and creaks, but sapnap could not have possibly been unluckier. because every sound he somehow connected to you.

the creaking floorboards from the neighbors upstairs reminded him of your own feet pattering down the hallway to visit him, hard at work. the dripping of the leaky faucet echoed off the empty walls and to him, sounded like the soft morning giggles he missed so much.

he was reminded of you cooking each night when he used the oven. he was reminded how you tumbled down the stairs every so often when he heard the cat hopping down by his own free will. he was reminded of your silly antics every time he sat on his bed and heard the familiar creaking.

he couldn’t escape.

a part of him found it all oddly comforting, in a way.

because if he couldn’t be close to you, he’d settle for the ghost of you.

flirt [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them (none mentioned)

synopsis: “did you just use a pick-up line on me?” “is it working?”

wc: 1.8k

a/n: here's my piece for @scare-crowed's 600 event! congratulations again <3 (also i got very carried away, sorry not sorry!!

tw: cursing, relentless flirting

sapnap was one of the most flirtatious people you’d ever met.

it didn’t matter who you were. his best friend, a friend of a friend, or someone he hardly knew. he was unrelenting, constantly trying to catch his peers off guard and ultimately, get them flustered.

you simply happened to be one of his many victims.

the thing about sapnap was that he was fueled by reaction. he seeked validation, thrived off of the embarrassment of those he held closest to him. it was his own little game, and he always won.

that is, until he met you.

see, when you’d first met sapnap, you mistook his flirtatious nature for someone with an overly-large ego. (in your defence, sometimes it’s hard to read people through a screen.) because you weren’t too fond of cocky attitudes, when sapnap’s playful flirting was directed towards you, you shut him down. every single time.

sapnap was used to retaliation from anyone, so when you wouldn’t reciprocate, it threw him for a loop and left him in stunned silence. he wasn’t sure he’d ever been picked on more after a joke of his went poorly. his competitive nature wasn’t having it, and a new mission was formed. he would flirt with you until you responded, he needed it. just once.

you picked up on his motives fairly quickly as your friendship progressed, and the two of you grew closer. your actions were no longer spiteful of him, but you knew how badly he wanted to elicit a response from you, so as the amazing friend you were, you refused to give it to him. it was your game now, and you both knew it.

“hey cutie” he greeted, as soon as he noticed you had joined the discord call. you rolled your eyes dramatically, despite him not being able to see you.

“g’morning guys.” you instead replied, greeting the group as a whole.

“y/n!” sapnap whined, making the group burst into a fit of laughter. they too had picked up on your mischievous plan, and they lived for the blatant rejection sapnap faced every time you spoke. you didn’t like to think of it as rejection, since everything between the two of you was mainly playful and strictly platonic, but the boys had their hearts set on calling it so.

the irony of it is that had it been real, you wouldn’t have rejected him.

sapnap was competitive as hell, and so he was willing to do anything to make you break. send you cheesy pickup lines over text, compliment the hell out of you when you had facecam on, or just call you at random times of the day to talk with you, adding flirtatious comments here and there.

though at first it was slightly annoying, at some point (you weren’t really sure when), the feeling of annoyance shifted into something else. something like endearment.

you’d smile when you saw his name illuminate your phone screen. you felt heat rise to your cheeks when he’d call you pet names. you anticipated any sort of communication from him.

you grew to love the attention.

if you were being honest with yourself, you grew to love the attention from him.

you had long since fallen for your overly flirtatious friend, and it was going to be the death of you.

sapnap had been growing impatient, and recently had taken to flirting with you on stream way more than usual. if you thought the shipping between you was bad enough, that stream amplified the comments tenfold. every social media you had was flooded with mentions about you and sapnap’s supposed secret relationship.

you pretended to be mad at him after, but you knew deep down you wanted it to be real so badly that you allowed yourself to indulge in the idea for a short while. and after that, you were simply embarrassed. you had your facecam on for that particular ‘chill’ stream, and you’d turned visibly flustered at his commentary - ending the stream abruptly.

in retrospect, that was probably the worst thing you could’ve done.

sapnap instantly checked up on you, asking if he had crossed a line and if you were okay. you assured him you were, and that you would still be on his stream later, as promised. you just needed to take a short break.

in reality, you weren’t all that upset - simply feeling like you needed to get back at sapnap for his little show in front of thousands of viewers. and you knew exactly what you needed to do. luckily for you, sapnap was doing his long awaited shock stream later that day, and he would have his facecam on. it was perfect.

you wasted away the day, finally sitting excitedly at your desk, prepared for the stream. you joined discord as sapnap was doing his intro, muted and deafened. you grinned mischievously. “hey guys.” you greeted dream, george and quackity, who sat quietly waiting for sapnap to be ready. “guess who’s gonna end the flirting game today.” you teased, and they gasped, excitedly.

“why today?” george asked, suspiciously. you laughed, shaking your head despite them not being able to see you.

“he embarrassed me in front of my stream. i’m simply going to return the favor.” you mentioned, casually. before they could comment however, sapnap undefeaned, introducing the chat to his guests and the stream began.

it was casual for a while, sapnap avoiding being zapped at all costs, and it was making for quite a boring stream for the viewers. naturally, as a guest, you were obliged to spice it up, right?

“you look good today, sapnap.” you commented, deciding to rile up the chat a bit. sapnap laughed lightheartedly, looking at himself in the camera lens and adjusting his hair.

“you think i look good, y/n?” he asked, teasingly. you sighed dramatically, ensuring your mic picked it up - you wanted him to believe this would be just another blow off to get the best reaction from him. watching his screen, he was currently exploring a cave with a few mobs surrounding him, not yet close enough to attack. he began mining some iron, not worrying about the monsters.

it was now or never.

“oh please baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.” you said nonchalantly, hearing a series of responses elicited from your friends. the guesting feral boys burst into laughs, while sapnap’s line fell quiet. you were glad you didn’t have a camera on you at that moment, struggling to hold it together and biting back a laugh.

“did you just use a pick-up line on me?” he asked, bluntly. his cheeks had turned a bright red colour, his mouth slightly agape in pure shock. dream’s wheeze cut through your headphones, followed by george and quackity’s loud laughter.

“well, that depends, is it working?” you asked, innocently. you watched the chat burst into excited messages, all spamming the ship name they collectively agreed on for the two of you. you saw tons of comments about his reddened cheeks as well, which made you smirk successfully.

sapnap opened his mouth to answer, but rather than a response, a scream echoed through the call. “what the hell!” he yelled in pain, instantly refocused on his game and the variety of mobs attacking him at once. “y/n!”

you finally joined in on the laughter, unable to breathe as you doubled over watching the poor boy struggle to regain control. his screams lasted another minute or so before he was breathing so heavily it was being picked up by his mic, and his chat was losing its mind.

“sorry, sap. you weren’t getting shocked enough for my liking. thought i’d kill two birds with one stone and shock you in more ways than one.” you said slyly, and he pouted, complaining to his chat about how rude you were. most of them agreed with you though, making him sigh in defeat.

another hour and many laughs later, sapnap finally managed to beat the game and ended his stream swiftly. you bid the group goodbye, no longer in the mood to be on live while the others were moving onto quackity’s stream.

it had been maybe ten minutes when your phone began to ring. you picked it up, not surprised to see a facetime request from sapnap. you answered, greeting him with a large smile. “hey, sapnap.”

“what was that?” he questioned, instantly. he didn’t seem angry, but he didn’t seem exactly happy either. you frowned, suddenly feeling a slight remorse.

“you embarrassed me on my stream, i wanted to repay the favor.” you said, quietly. he seemed to ponder this, running a hand over his face.

“that’s all?” he questioned, curiously. you blinked in confusion, trying to think of what he could possibly be implying.

“what do you mean? what else would it be?” you replied, tilting your head to the side to emphasize how lost you were.

“i was hoping- nevermind. you got me good.” he changed the subject, but you could see there was something else being his eyes. disappointment?

“hoping what? you know you can tell me anything.” you pressed, and he pulled his gaze away from you, seemingly very interested in whatever laid in front of him, out of your sight.

“it’s just, uh, what you said. is it working.. it sounded like a genuine question.” he mumbled, and you swallowed.

“did it?” you squeaked, all earlier confidence dissipated. confrontation was not a strong suit for you.

“yeah.” he breathed, finally looking at you once more. you were sure he could tell your sudden change in mood with a quick scan of your expression, and he took a deep breath. “was it? a genuine question, i mean.”

you paused, swallowing nervously before slowly shrugging. “if you want it to be one, it could be.” you looked intently at the floor, and heard him let out a small relieved sigh.

“i definitely want it to be one. and the answer is yes, it worked.” he muttered, and you looked at him through the screen once more, smiling upon seeing his cheeky smile returned once more. you two simply took in eachother’s appearances for a short while longer, before you chose to break the silence.

“so what now? what does this make us?” you questioned, and sapnap smirked.

“if you got pickup lines like that up your sleeve, i think that makes us the biggest pain-in-the-ass couple that annoys the hell out of our friends by constantly flirting.” you both laughed at that, and you smirked.

“couple huh?” you teased, and he only offered his impish grin, sliding his gaming chair back and dramatically bowing in front of the camera.

“will thou do me the honour of being my partner?” he asked in a british accent (one of the worst you think you’d ever heard, but you ignored that for now)

“it would be my pleasure, good sir.” you fired back cheekily, fake accent and all. he smiled brightly, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate his glowing expression.

it felt good to finally be able to banter with him, no longer having to suppress your cheeky comebacks.

and let’s just say, you simply couldn’t wait to embarrass him further in the future. especially if his chat was on your side.

favorite crime [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: favorite crime by olivia rodrigo

wc: 1.6k

anon asked: pls can you write something w sapnap that follows favorite crime by olivia rodrigo it’s all i can thank about

a/n: you ask, i deliver. i literally speedran this because i loved the idea so much LOL

tw: swearing, mention of police, shoplifting

click here for part 2!

they say love makes you do crazy things.

they were right.

he was the son of the principal, a star athlete with a full-ride sports scholarship to his dream school. you were the quiet, innocent girl who loved to indulge in her studies, never having willingly missed a single class with straight a’s all around.

one stupid english project later, you were acquainted with the popular jock, and due to the extensive research and time that went into said project, you knew a little bit more about each other than you would’ve liked to admit.

“you’ve never skipped a class before?” he asked, astounded. “not once? in your whole life??” you shrugged, shaking your head sheepishly. he made it sound like it was so normal to break the rules.

“isn’t your dad the principal? i’m sure he’d be so proud to see you encouraging ditching classes.” you defended, and you noted how sapnap’s expression hardened at the mention of his father.

“yeah. like he’s never done any wrong in his life.” he huffed, leaning back in his chair. “he’s always so strict, sap do this. sap do that. sap, don’t be an idiot.” he rambled, annoyance flooding his tone.

“i didn’t realize he was so hard on you.” you mumbled, apologetically. sapnap paused then, looking at you thoughtfully before offering a small smile.

“don’t worry about it. i just wish i could do something without having his eyes on me all the time. he’s the principal, so everyone and their parents know him, and me. i just want to break some rules sometimes, you know? i’m not perfect.” he sighed, and you paused, thinking wistfully.

“there’s no one watching us here.” you smiled sympathetically, and he froze at your words, sending you a questioning look. “well, my parents aren’t home. it’s just us.” you explained, and it was as though a switch had been flipped in his mind, perking up instantly.

“let’s go then!” he jumped up, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. you squeaked in surprise, too stunned to stop him from pulling you towards the front door.

“where are we going?” you asked, dazed. he smiled mischievously, gesturing for you to put on your shoes.

“to break some rules.” he grinned, and a bad feeling settled in your chest. seeing how excited he was, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him no. so you went.

oh how you wish you would’ve said no right then. it would’ve fixed everything.

in the beginning, he started with small things. going ten over the speed limit, knocking over a garbage can and leaving it, throwing his chewed gum out of the car window. harmless things, all of which you could handle.

but rebellion is like a drug. once you get a taste of it, you crave more, and more. his petty little crimes weren’t enough for him. he needed something bigger.

“are you insane, sapnap?” you questioned angrily, eyes wide as he finished explaining his next plan. he frowned, deflating at your sudden change in mood.

“what’s your problem?” he asked, defensively. you scoffed, completely taken aback.

“i’m not going to help you steal something, sapnap. that’s crazy! and very, very illegal, might i add!” you explained in a hushed whisper, unsure of when your parents would be home. the last thing they needed to hear was this.

ever since you’d started hanging out with sapnap more, your grades had been slipping. nights you used to spend studying were spent with him. one night, after you’d finished pranking sapnap’s best friend george, he kissed you in the rush of adrenaline. you’d dated ever since, and you had a terrible issue.

you couldn’t tell him no.

“are you too scared to do something a little reckless, y/n?” he challenged, and you stumbled on your words, thrown for a loop with the sudden challenge.

“this is more than a little reckless, sapnap! this could ruin everything for you - your scholarship, and what about your dad? he’s going to be furious.” you tried reasoning, and for a moment, it worked. he hesitated, taking your words into consideration. you almost had him.

but once sapnap committed to something, he was going to do it.

“i’m doing this, y/n. with or without you.” he grumbled, assembling his things and grabbing his keys. he began walking out the door, and you swallowed your nerves, following him and sliding into his passenger seat. he smiled at your compliance, placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “it’ll be fine.” he mumbled, and you nodded stiffly, eyes trained outside your window as he pulled out of your driveway.

head in your hands, you cried silently as the memory played like a never-ending loop, taunting you for your naivety.

“just be cool.” he mumbled, the overly-priced sunglasses he planned to take tucked under his jacket. you forced a smile, nodding along and faking a small giggle. he told you to fake a conversation, so you tried your best. you had a real bag filled with a few random trinkets you grabbed and paid for held tightly in your grip.

clearly something looked suspicious about the two of you, because as the theft alarm by the door sounded, an extremely intimidating security guard headed in your direction, motioning for the two of you to step away from the doors, and you obliged immediately.

“i’m gonna need to search you.” he grumbled, and you nodded politely, ignoring the racing of your heart against your rib cage. sapnap tried to play it cool, but you knew him well enough to see how stressed out he currently was. the man urged sapnap to stand with his arms out, almost as though doing an airport search. your eyes widened, but you waited, and waited. and he found nothing.

you smiled in relief, as the man turned to you. you handed him your shopping bag, along with your receipt. he shuffled through your things, glancing at the receipt before he pulled out the pair of glasses. your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, glancing at sapnap in panic.

“did you try to steal these glasses?” the guard asked you, neutrally. you shook your head, stumbling over your words.

“no! i have no idea how those got in there!” you tried, glancing at sapnap for assistance. he avoided your eyes, turning to the burly man in front of you.

“i tried to tell them not to steal, sir. i just wasn’t convincing enough, i’m so sorry.” sapnap said instead, and your jaw dropped to the floor. you stared at sapnap, and watched as his gaze was anywhere except you.

“sapnap, i know your dad, and i know you’re a good kid. i won’t mention you when the police come.” the guard nodded to him, and you watched as sapnap sighed in relief.

“thank you, sir.” he smiled, and you felt tears prick your eyes as the guard turned back to you.

“you, on the other hand, will have to come with me until the police arrive.” you dropped your gaze to the floor, nodding carelessly and following him without question. you felt like your heart was being tugged out of your chest.

he didn’t hesitate to throw you under the bus. not even for a second.

after sitting in what you guessed to be the store’s breakroom, an officer came to collect you. you once again obeyed easily, too distraught by your broken heart to even care about being taken into custody. the officer stopped by the doors, where your boyfriend stood, watching you with guilty eyes.

“young man, this is your partner, correct?” he asked sapnap, and he nodded, shakily. the officer then turned to you, arching a brow. “last chance, kid. did he help you steal these glasses, or was it just you?” at this, you paused. you watched as sapnap’s walls broke, genuine fear crossing his expression.

“just me, sir.” you breathed, tears slipping from your eyes. feelings of shame, heartbreak and resentment slid down your cheeks, and the police nodded, ready to take you away. “oh, and sapnap?” you mumbled, his expression perking up at you talking to him. “we’re done.” you breathed, and his expression fell. he couldn’t even argue, because in the next few seconds you were shoved into the back of a police car and driven off.

now you sat in your holding cell, going over everything that went wrong. you should’ve never let him take you out on that fateful day, never should have let him manipulate you into throwing away your life.

there were just so many signs that you blissfully ignored. being with him was freedom, it was a wild ride you never wanted to get off of. as much as you hated to admit it, you hadn’t ever had as much fun as you did when you were with him. he was your drug as much as rebellion was his.

because of it though, you were in jail. your straight a’s were gone. you had burned so many bridges with your parents, all because of a simple boy.

you were broken, the shell of the person you once were remained while he suffered nothing. he got his adrenaline run without consequence. he still had everything - his parents, his scholarship.

it was then that it occurred to you, that maybe you were just another adrenaline rush for him. slowly breaking off every tie you had that didn’t relate to him, leaving you with nothing. he knew it was wrong, but he lived for it. ruining your life was just another crime to him.

maybe you were just his favorite crime of all.

and you simply let it happen, because you loved him.

but did he ever love you?

favorite virtue [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: this is a part 2 to favorite crime!! but a happy ending bc i said so.

wc: 1.3k

anon asked: "SHAWTY IMMA NEED A PART 2 TO THAT SAPNAP CRIME FIC OR IMMA RIOT"

a/n: i dont do well with part 2s but i tried, this is for u @blanknamed

tw: swearing, mention of arrest, kinda angst to fluff

two hours.

that’s how long you were forced to sit in the holding cell before your parents came to get you. in all your years of living, you’d never seen them so disappointed in you. you couldn’t blame them though. you’d literally gotten yourself temporarily arrested.

and somehow, you still couldn’t bring yourself to tell your parents what really happened.

as much as you spited him for throwing you under the bus, you knew why he did what he did. it was the very reason you told him not to risk it in the first place.

sapnap wasn't stupid, but his grades didn’t excel either. he relied fully on his sports scholarship to get him out of high school and into college, and he had his father’s reputation to uphold. you had spent countless nights comforting him from the wrath of his father and his ridiculous expectations.

he could play the nonchalant, perfect son all he wanted. just not in front of you. you knew him like the back of your hand, and could tell how he felt with a simple glance. you were the only person allowed to see the vulnerable side of him.

at least, that’s what you used to believe.

you wondered if he truly manipulated you the entire long months you spent together. if every ‘i love you’ was really just ‘i love being free’. if every kiss was simply to push you further down the hole he had trapped you.

a part of you refused to believe he could do something so cruel. then again, that part would’ve believed he wouldn’t let you take the fall for his actions.

you laid on your bed, eyes gazing at the ceiling. naturally, you’d lost all electronic privileges, and your parents refused to speak a word to you. you were practically locked in your room. not that you wanted to leave - you were devastated. only one person could make you feel better, but you weren’t sure you wanted to hear his excuses.

it had been maybe an hour, you’d fallen asleep with tear-stained cheeks when a subtle banging woke you from your slumber. you squinted, eyes drifting towards the window, watching as another rock bounced off the clear surface. you shuffled over, glancing out on the lawn to see none other than sapnap stood with a sad smile. you shook your head, turning away.

another rock hit the window, and you sighed, exasperated. you looked at him once more, watching him mouth a small ‘please’ with pleading eyes. damn you for never being able to say no. you bit your lip, giving him a small nod and pushing open your window, and he was quick to rush to climb the nearby tree up to you.

you sat on your bed, waiting for him to climb up and situate himself next to you. subconsciously, you moved yourself away from him. if he noticed, he didn’t mention it. an awkward silence filled the room, and you fidgeted with your fingers as a subtle distraction.

you didn’t even notice he reached his hand over until he was gently pulling your fingers away from each other, halting your motions. he looked at you with an unreadable expression, but you could see the emotion swirling behind his irises. you breathed shakily, unable to pull your gaze away from his own. instead, you mumbled a single word. “why?”

sapnap swallowed, sitting back and looking out the window. “i panicked. it’s not an excuse, i know. but i was only thinking about myself in that moment. i regretted it instantly.” he faltered, and you gave him a knowing look; there was something he was itching to ask you.

“you can ask, whatever it is. we’re already talking, might as well.” you shrugged, dejected. he nodded, his gaze distant.

“why didn’t you rat me out?” he whispered, and you finally allowed yourself to turn to him fully, offering a sad smile.

“honestly, i wanted to.. but with your scholarship, and your dad.. i couldn’t do that to you. i couldn’t ruin your life like..” you drifted off, and sapnap frowned.

“like i ruined yours.” he finished, and you fell silent. “i really never deserved you, you know.” he added, and you frowned.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked. your tone wasn’t hostile, and it wasn’t agreeing. it was simply curious.

“you brought out the best in me, y/n, whether you knew it or not. all those nights you comforted me, you distracted me, you helped me study.. you’re the reason i passed chemistry, by the way..” at that, you let out a small chuckle, “before i met you i didn’t care about anything but sports and trying to please my dad. you showed me i didn’t need to keep him happy, i needed to keep myself happy.”

at this point, you had tears running down your cheeks at his words. he reached over, gently swiping the pad of his thumb across your cheek and brushing away your falling tears. “what makes you think you didn’t deserve that?” you whispered, and he smiled sadly.

“look what i did to you, y/n.” he mumbled, eyes dancing across your tear-stained face. “your parents are always mad at you, i tanked your grades, i got you arrested for crying out loud. i never listened to you and you paid the price for my dumb ass.” his lip quivered, and you launched forward, throwing your arms around him. he instantly reacted, placing him around your own and burying his face into your shoulder.

you situated yourself in his lip, gently placing your lips on his forehead and whispering reassuring words in his ear. he cried into your shirt, soaking the fabric and you simply sat there and let him let loose his emotions. once he calmed, you pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“sap, i may not have the grades, or the same relationship with my parents, but just like i showed you kindness, you showed me fun! never in my life have i felt the rush i feel when i’m with you. and yeah, maybe i’ll have to suffer for awhile but who cares. if i could do it over, i’d take the fall for you over and over again, because i love you.”

sapnap smiled the brightest you’d ever seen and surged forward, kissing you passionately. you squeaked in surprise, and the two of you pulled away laughing carelessly. he placed one more quick peck on your lips, before a determined expression replaced his lovestruck one. “i’m going to come clean to my dad, tell him it was my idea. i’ll tell you parents, too - hell, i’ll even tell the police.”

you blinked in surprise, shaking your head. “you don’t have to do that, sap!” you tried, but above all things, he was stubborn, and his mind was set.

“no. tomorrow, i’ll come back and tell your parents everything. maybe they’ll loosen up on your punishment. and i’ll drop by the station on the way. i’m going to make this right.” he stated, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him in a warm embrace.

“i love you.” you whispered, and you felt him place a small kiss on your cheek, whispering back a small “i love you too.”

maybe he was bad for you. maybe he’d gotten you arrested, and maybe you would have to make new arrangements for college because of it. but deep down, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. you’d always be there to balance him out.

because maybe you had it all wrong before. you weren’t his favorite crime, he was yours.

and if he was your favorite crime, you vowed to be his favorite virtue.

there for you [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader (platonic)

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: school is a lot, but luckily a best friend knows just how to help.

wc: 1.3k

anon asked: “heyo may i pls request a writing with sapnap where the reader is his bff (like strictly platonic) and they just are like insanely overwhelmed and their parents keep putting pressure on them and he comforts them?"

a/n: here's something since i haven't been posting at all in the last week lmao

tw: overworking yourself, parental pressure, a bit of self-loathing

adults always say high school will be the best and worst years of your life. you weren’t sure about the best, but as you were living them, you agreed that they were by far the worst years you’d ever live.

the pressure of applying and committing to colleges, maintaining your grades and pleasing your parents was suffocating.

countless unfinished essays, upcoming tests and late assignments weighed heavy on your shoulders, on top of the already dreadful feeling of the exams that were creeping up on you by the day.

every day you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the stress, losing all sense of anything else. you would study or work on assignments until your eyes physically couldn’t focus on the screen or page in front of you any longer, or until your hand cramped so bad you were forced to stop.

it was unhealthy, you knew, but with college upcoming and your parents breathing down your back, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything besides work without a large amount of guilt.

whatever you were doing still wasn’t enough.

you had to keep pushing, though. you were almost done. just a few more weeks of overworking yourself, and you'd be out for the summer. two full months of freedom. no classes, no assignments, no stress. no overbearing pressure from your parents. just the warmth of the sun and an endless list of possible adventures awaiting you.

however, the closer to exams you got, the more they pressed you. an endless string of questions about your grades, past assignments and how you should be doing better.

“y/n, i just got an email from your ap bio teacher. you should’ve aced that test, what, did you not bother to study for it?” your mother asked, critically. you frowned, swallowing the lump in your throat and facing your gaze to the floor.

“i studied! i just had that huge essay for english, and that geometry assignment.. i just didn’t have as much time as i thought i would.” you explained, sheepishly. you heard her scoff, and shake her head in disappointment as she left the room without another word.

tears pooled in your eyes, walking ashamedly to your room and shutting the door. you slid down, situating yourself on the floor with your back to the door, allowing the tears you’ve held back for the past month flow freely. it was all too much, and it was crashing down on you all at once at this moment.

through blurry eyes you pulled out your phone, clicking on your recent text and typing out a small message.

‘you free? i need you.’

you set down your phone for mere seconds before it dinged, and you pulled it back up, smiling slightly at the notification illuminating your phone.

‘i’ll be there in 5.’

you allowed yourself to calm down enough to cease your tears, taking deep breaths. finally you heard the familiar knocking of the front door, faintly hearing sapnap greeting your parents. you could hear the genuine happiness in their tones.

sometimes you wondered if they wished sapnap was their child instead of you. deep down, you knew it wasn’t true but it was hard to convince yourself otherwise. he was athletic, crazy smart with nearly perfect grades, and was pursuing computer science in college. not to mention how caring and supportive he was. how were you meant to compete with that?

he knocked gently on your door, and you sighed as you heaved yourself off the floor, wiping your tear-stained cheeks once more with your sleeve before opening the door and looking up at sapnap with an all too familiar look: pure exhaustion.

he instantly smiled softly at you, opening his arms in invitation and you gladly stepped forward, soaking in his embrace. he held you so comfortably, it coaxed more tears and you deflated, all the exhaustion kicking in and you found yourself barely able to stand. he noticed, of course, and gently released you, guiding you to sit on your bed.

he situated himself next to you, allowing you to lean your head on his shoulder. “you wanna talk about it?” he whispered, and you sighed, nodding against his jacket.

“school sucks.” you mumbled, and he chuckled, taken slightly by surprise by the answer.

“school’s got you this upset?” he teased, but there was genuine concern underlying his tone that you didn’t miss.

“yeah. everythings so much, with all the outstanding assignments i have, i have no time or mental capacity left to study for tests or exams and my grades are suffering. my parents are really on top of me about it, too. it’s like i can’t go two seconds without being reminded of the pile of work on my desk.” you admitted, hiccuping slightly. your crying ceased, but silent tears remained cascading down your cheeks on their own free will.

sapnap fell silent, sighing at your words. he shuffled under you, pulling his arm out from between you and wrapping it around your shoulders. finally, after a few moments of thought, he replied simply, “i get that.”

you lifted your head and peered up at him curiously, tilting your head in confusion. “what do you mean?” you sniffled, wiping your sleeve across your cheeks once more.

“my parents are always on me about my grades. they won’t accept anything less than perfection. sometimes i just wanna play minecraft, you know? but they won’t let me until everything is done to their standards. it sucks.” he spoke sadly, his eyes directed at the wall but his mind was clearly somewhere far away.

“how do you deal with the pressure?” you mumbled, and he snapped out of his stupor, offering you a small impish grin.

“well, i’m awesome, so.” he shrugged, and you shoved his arm playfully, eliciting a laugh from the two of you. “seriously though, i don’t know. i just pace myself, decide what’s more important in terms of grades and prioritize that. you can’t prioritize every little assignment, it’s not worth your time.”

your gaze fell upon the stack of papers on your desk, swallowing heavily at the idea of just how much you had to do. you flicked your gaze back to him, and you saw the concern on his face as he stared at the pile of unfinished assignments. “isn’t everything important? every grade counts for college, that’s what everyone keeps saying-” you started, and he flicked his concerned gaze back to your figure.

“y/n, you can’t possibly tell me you’ve been putting all your effort into every assignment?” he asked, ludicrously. you shrugged, suddenly embarrassed. he took notice, softening his expression. “hey, it’s okay. i’m not making fun of you, i promise, it’s just.. holy shit, y/n. no wonder you’re burning yourself out.”

you stayed silent, gaze dropping to the floor as you considered his words. it made sense, to be fair. you were so caught up in pleasing your parents that you hadn’t even thought about sitting back to make a plan, you just were constantly working and hoping that you would be able to get things done. “sapnap, how do you know what’s important and what’s not?” you asked, quietly.

finally, he smiled, standing and offering you a hand. “here, how about this. i’ll help you go through those assignments and figure out what should be done when, if you come with me for a drive. you need a break, i’m worried about you. we can even go to my house to study after, if you want some company while you work.” he offered, and you sighed, nodding.

as much as there was a nagging feeling in your chest about taking a break and losing precious work time, deep down you knew he was right. your current work ethic was slowly taking its toll on you, and if you kept it up you wouldn’t be able to get anything done anymore.

at the end of the day, he was your best friend, all he wanted was what's best for you and you’d be forever grateful to have someone like him looking out for you.

’*•.¸♡ 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗺𝗽 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 ♡¸.•*‘

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Hi! Here are some imagines written about the people of the Dream SMP!

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Dream

Interview (GN!) 3.1k words Going in for an interview is nerve-wracking enough. What a shame the PA and your future boss were hot.

Prison Days (she/her) (NA) Prison life for the couple who destroyed an entire country.

Crush (she/her) (NA) Basketballer Dream has a crush that everyone knows about. everyone but you.

Fucker (she/her) (NA) After a year of not leaving the house, sapnap finally convinced dream to go out and have a boys night. being the loving girlfriend you are, you had no issues. until they arrived home.

Drive (GN!) (NA) Of course the one day you tell dream to not go out, is the one day he gets caught in a car chase. with you. in the passenger seat.

Lost Wallet (GN!) (NA) After having a terrible day, going out for dinner with friends seems like the perfect pick me up! Except when its your shout, and you've lost your wallet. Whoops?

The Character Becomes The Author (she/her) (NA) I'd say it's pretty self explanatory. Instead of Dream being written about. He writes about YOU.

Sapnap

Pets (GN!) (NA) Sapnap. Known on the SMP as the pet killer. What started out as a pure accident led to the pet war. Yet, here he was. sitting with the reader, comforting them after they lost their dog against during the fall of l’manburg. ironic isn't it.

Turn (she/her) (NA) In which Sapnap pushes everyone away from him after losing you, he tries to drown his sorrows in partying. finally wanting to turn his life around, he decides he needs to see you one last time.

Undies (GN!) (NA) All Sapnap wanted was a quick midnight snack. But you just had to be in the kitchen at the exact same time as him.

Delivery (she/her) (NA) Just a day like any other. Roaming neighbourhoods, delivering various foods. But this time seemed to be just a little different.

Dye (GN!) (NA) Helping Sapnap dye his hair a darker brown.

GNF To Be Added

C!Technoblade

Escapee (GN!) 1.5k words Technoblade had finally escaped prison after 3 months. You were the first person he wanted to see

Piglin Lovin' (She/Her) 3.6k words Phil and Techno go on a 2 week long trip leaving you alone with all of the chores.

Training (NA) You and Techno had always been close. Some say you were joined at the hip. So the day Phil flew by and saw you training by yourself against some measly scarecrow, he knew something was wrong.

Piggy (she/her) (NA) It’s no secret that Techno was overprotective. so when you came back from a trip, completely unscathed, Techno still couldn’t help but lecture you about the dangers of going alone.

Punz

Laces (GN!) (NA)

basically punz is a pain in the fucking ass

Wilbur

Be Nice (she/her) (NA) It seems that everybody seems to know about your little crush on wilbur soot. Including Wilbur himself. So in classic Soot fashion, he teases you for it.

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Hi! Welcome to my Masterlist! This is where you will find all of the works I've written!

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Dream SMP Series Dream SMP Imagines Dream SMP Headcanons Dream SMP Blurbs

Dream SMP Insists of: -Dream -Sapnap -Wilbur Soot -Technoblade -Nihachu -Georgenotfound -Punz -TommyInnit -Quackity -Fundy -Karl Jacobs

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✮𝗗𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗣𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲 - 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻✮

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Hi! I thought of this while doing a 3D puzzle of a globe. It was fun ngl.

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Headcanon - You and your S/O sit down and do a puzzle. Characters - CC!George, C! + CC! Tommy, CC!Dream, CC!Sapnap

They started off as headcanons but slowly turned into oneshots. lol whoops. sorry

Word Count: 3.6k CW: Swearing

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C!Tommy: 781 words

Tommy loves spending time with you. Especially when you guys go on adventures around the SMP.

Doing something that always got you scolded by Philza or Wilbur.

Whether that be looting people's chests, or accidentally blowing creepers up while trying to get a new disc.

There was never a dull moment between the two of you

Always laughing, always getting into (playful) arguments

You were inseparable and always full of energy

So when you decided that after years of playful banter and energy shared between you, that you wanted to sit down for the day and relax while doing a puzzle, did Tommy regret being friends with you.

When i say regret, i mean he “regrets” it

He loves you, he truly does

But on days like these all he wanted to do was leave

You always made sure to ask beforehand whether or not he wanted to join you. His immediate thought was to say no and go hang out with Tubbo.

But seeing the desperate look in your eyes wanting nothing more than to just spend a relaxing day with your best friend did he cave.

He always does and always will.

But that doesn't mean he will ever stop complaining.

“AWE COME ON Y/N! I’m booooored”

Tommy was hanging off of the couch. His legs swung over the back of the recliner while his head was hanging off the edge of the chair. The blood went straight to his face making him look like a tomato. You laughed the moment you looked up from the puzzle. Wanting nothing more than to complete it. You shook your head.

“Tommy, we've been sitting down for an hour.. Instead of lying there complaining, help me complete the puzzle!”

You pouted at him hoping he’d agree to stay with you. Even if he didn’t participate in the completion of the puzzle. He groaned the moment he saw your face. Heat rose to his cheeks more than they already had, he was glad to be hanging upside down before you could make fun of him. He had always fancied you, although he’d never admit it out loud. He sighed obnoxiously loud and sat up.

“Fine” he muttered standing up, dragging his feet slowly over to wear you were sat on the floor. He fell next to you and groaned even louder than before, leaning his head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead pushing him off of you.

He shouted out a quick “OI!” before seeing the way you flinched at the sudden loudness of his voice. He admired the way you enjoyed puzzles. Liking the way they challenged you, loving the feeling of satisfaction once you did complete it.

“'Ive never fucking liked puzzles” He grumbled under his breath, you head barely heard him but once you realised what he had said, you turned your head and glared.

“If you’ve ‘never fucking liked puzzles’ then why do you always agree to relax and do them with me!?” They were annoyed. Tommy was a kind soul. Behind that obnoxious loud teenager lied a nice mommas boy. Even if there wasn’t a mother around.

He stayed silent. Gaze shifted from your own to the puzzle pieces sitting in front of him, scattered across the wooden planks beneath you. He reached over and grabbed 4 odd pieces, forcing them to fit together. His eyes shone and a smile slowly grew on his face as they slid into one another. Even if he had to use force. He turned to you excitedly.

“Look!! They fit!! I’m the fucking best at puzzles!” You started laughing. You couldn’t help it. Even if you were annoyed mere moments beforehand. Seeing the way your idiotic best friend lit up with accomplishment was enough to make you happy. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of your laughter.

“What.. what's so funny” A confused expression had taken over from the previous ecstatic one. You shook your head and smiled at him before punching him in the shoulder.

“No, it's nothing. I love you dork” blush had slowly seeped up his neck upon hearing your words. You had said them a million times before but it still made his heart race. You turned back to the puzzle, a content smile on your face.

Glad that Tommy had finally started to participate and enjoy himself. Even if he was doing it wrong and you knew he was going to start complaining again in an hour. For the time being you were happy.

CC!Tommy: 937 words

Unlike C!Tommy. CC!Tommy was more than happy to sit down and do a puzzle with you. Majority of the time it was his idea.

It was rare for Tommy to get a break. He was always busy. Occupied to an unbelievable extent for a 17 year old.

Planning streams, streaming, planning vlogs, filming vlogs, planning main channel videos, filming main channel videos, setting up his new office, going to college, completing his course work, travelling back and forth between Brighton, London, and Nottingham.

You had stopped seeing each other once Tommy had started getting bigger. You both had responsibilities you needed to attend to. Drifting apart was neither of your faults.

You did keep in touch, but when you did talk it was very short and dry messages.

“Hey” “Hi” “How r u?” “Good, WBU? Vlogs going alright?” “yeah no they’re good. Tiring tho hahaha” “haha i bet” “ahh shit sorry i gtg. Got to do a stream. Bye!” “bye tommy :)”

So when he called you randomly on a wednesday asking if you wanted to come over, you had never been so excited.

“Tommy!” you brought him into a hug the moment the door opened. A soft squeal escaping your mouth. It had been months since you had last seen each other in person. He laughed, hugging you back with the same amount of energy. He brought you in as tight as he could without hurting you.

“How’d you know it was me? Mum's home you know?? You barely had time to look at me” He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away so he could look at you while he questioned your antics. Your face flushed. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t memorised the pattern of his steps. And with how tall he was, it was hard to miss his heavy footsteps.You laughed and looked down, completely ignoring his question before pushing past him and into the living room.

Leaning against the kitchen counter stood his mum. She was looking at something on her phone. Scrolling through twitter no doubt. Tommy followed shortly after you, closing the door swiftly once you had walked through. Upon hearing the two pairs of footsteps, Mrs Simons looked up from her phone, and her eyes lit up at the sight of you. You and Tommy had been friends for years. Originally meeting each other in primary school when Tommy had pushed you off of the swing because you were “hogging it”. You pushed him off the slide as payback which resulted in Tommy getting a broken arm. But it was worth it.

“Oh my. It's been so long since you’ve come by” Mrs Simons had long forgotten her phone on the kitchen counter as she walked forward and pulled you into a hug. Laughing, you hugged her back. Before you could even say anything, Tommy had grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the staircase to drag you upstairs.

“Tommy! Let me say hi to mum :(“ because of how close you have become over the years, it has become the norm to call Mrs Simons ‘Mum’. She was an important parental figure in your life. Tommy rolled his eyes and continued to drag you towards his room. He stopped in front of his door and turned to you with a giddy grin on his face. He let go of your arm and opened the door with a loud bang. Literally. It hit the wall. It bounced back and closed itself. Tommy groaned as you lost your shit. Laughing as loudly as you could. Of course the more time you spent with each other. The more habits you pick up. One being Tommys laugh. He ignored your light teasing and opened the door again. This time it was a lot softer. The grin had returned to his face. Staring at what was in front of him. The space where his PC had been, was now occupied by boxes upon boxes of puzzles. Tommy hated puzzles when he was younger. Only doing them because you had forced him. Now they were comforting. They reminded him of the times when either of you had been sad, so to distract yourselves you’d sit down and do a puzzle. Just enjoying the silent time you had together.

In the time you two had spent away from each other, you had silently agreed to not do a puzzle without the other person there. It was a tradition of sorts. One of you is sick? Puzzle. Burnt out? Puzzle. Sad? Puzzle. Happy to an unbelievable extent? Puzzle.

Rushing over you picked up one of the boxes. It was custom made. A picture of you, Tommy, Betty, and Walter displayed on the front. You looked back at Tommy as he closed his door and walked towards you. He sat down against the wardrobe, while you sat leaning against his bed. The puzzle was now spread out on the floor in front of you. A grin on both of your faces as you sat there working in silence. You paused and looked up at Tommy. His forehead creased as he concentrated.

“Thank you Tommy. I’ve missed you.” He looked up when you started talking. The crease disappearing as a soft look overtook his features. He nodded in acknowledgement and smiled.

“I've missed you too…” Tommy was expressive. Very expressive. But when it came to expressing feelings other than anger, he had trouble. So hearing him mutter those few words as he looked down avoiding your gaze, made your heart flutter. He was all you could ever ask for. All you ever needed.

CC!Sapnap: 889 words

You’d hate doing puzzles with Sapnap. As much as you loved him, he would just be too much for the calming aura that puzzles are supposed to have.

It was originally a time for you to sit down and relax after a long day. The first time he saw you do it was when you two had first moved in with each other. It’d been within the first week.

Sapnap walked out of his streaming room and stretched his arms over his head, listening to the pop of his joints. You gagged from the lounge room down the hall upon hearing the pops. Sapnap laughed. He always forgot how much you hated the sound. Walking into the lounge room, he saw you sitting at the edge of the couch hunched over the coffee table, which has moved significantly since he last saw it. It was pulled up pressing against your knees as you inspected each puzzle piece. He stared at you confused as to what he was seeing. He didn’t think you'd be the puzzle type of person. “.. what are you doing” You looked up, Sapnap was leaning against the doorway holding the frame as he stared at you. You smiled at him before scooting over on the couch and patted the seat next to you. He raised his eyebrows and walked over sitting next to you as indicated. “I’m doing a puzzle” You continued smiling as you turned to face him, now sitting cross-legged on the couch. “I do them when I’m really stressed. They help calm me down and relax” A look of realisation had set on his face. He nodded and pulled out his phone, settling further into the couch. “Do you wanna do it with me?” He almost looked disgusted by the idea and shook it off saying he's happy to just sit next to you and enjoy your company.

He sat and watched the next few times he caught you doing puzzles. One day when he was watching you, he nudged your shoulder with his own and asked if he could join you. You’d never been happier. You smiled giddily as you watched your boyfriend start to concentrate, trying to find the right pieces.

Sure, Sapnap would be calm at first. Just appreciating the time he was spending with you. But I feel like the more he joined you and the more comfortable he found himself becoming, the more competitive he’d get.

“LETS FUCKING GO! I COMPLETED THE BORDER BEFORE YOU” He’d get excited over the smallest accomplishments. You'd just smile and nod.

“Y/N! Y/N! I COMPLETED THE DOG WHOOOOO”

It was originally just a time for you to sit in silence, but it soon became a way for Sapnap to let out all of his energy and excitement.

His excitement always made you happy and made you smile. Usually hearing him yell out in giddiness when he beat Dream.

You loved puzzles. And you loved Sapnap. The two just didn't mix well.

It had gotten to the point where you had just stopped doing puzzles when he was around. Only doing them when you knew he was recording, streaming, or even going grocery shopping.

When you started to hide the fact that you were doing puzzles without him, he would always come over and ask if you wanted to do one after he finished streaming with the boys, missing the time he spent with you when you did them.

You denied his request every time, always claiming you weren't in the mood or you were feeling tired. He never questioned you, and never expressed his disappointment.

One day though. Sapnap had finished streaming a lot earlier than you had anticipated. He walked into the lounge room and saw you doing the puzzle. Before you even had time to register that he had walked in, he had already sat down next to you and started putting the pieces together. You ignored him and kept doing the puzzle, hoping he'd be calmer today. Everything was going well.. At first. He made a small gasp and your head whipped towards him, waiting for whatever nonsense was going to spew out of his mouth. Your body was tense, you were about to burst.. Instead he kept his mouth shut, a small smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you continuing to stare at him for a moment, just waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, you sighed, your body relaxed and you were back hunched over the coffee table.

After you had finished and packed up the puzzle, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him to nuzzle his face into your neck.

“I’m sorry I get so loud when doing the puzzle. I just like spending time with you.” he murmured into your neck. You froze after hearing his apology. A million thoughts racing through your mind. You hesitantly hugged him back. Melting into his touch as you snuggled into his shoulder.

“It’s okay… I know you get excited” he squeezed you before pulling his face away and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He promised to try and be as quiet as he had been that day.

And he kept his word.

Sometimes

Mans still gets excited and yells without realising.

CC!Dream: 325 words

Dream would be similar in the sense of getting competitive over puzzles.

Unlike Sapnap, he knew you would get stressed and anxious when he yelled. Usually keeping his excitement to himself.

He wouldn't do them often though. Opting to just admire you as you concentrate. He didn’t care what you two did together as long as he got to spend time with you.

Dream sat across from you, on the other side of the room. His back pressed to the wall as you sat on the edge of the couch. He had walked in about an hour beforehand, silently just sitting down. He hadn’t moved a muscle since he sat. Not even to check his phone. His arms were crossed sitting on top of his knees, as he rested his head on his arms. Looking up from what you were doing, Dream had stolen your attention. You stared back at him, taking notice of the goofy grin that sat on his face. He started to laugh. It was completely out of the blue. He had just lost it. You stared at him confused before laughing along with him, falling back to sit properly on the couch. Your back finally resting against the cushions. You sighed in content as your tired body finally had time to relax. Dream had calmed down from his laughter not long after you, taking a few more moments to admire you as you relaxed. He stood up and sat next to you. He’d be lying if he said sitting in the same position for an hour on the hardwood floor without moving was comfortable. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder he pulled you into his chest to just cuddle and relax.

This was often how your days turned out. Puzzle or not. Dream always found a loophole for you to lay with him on the couch and cuddle. He always craved your attention and validation. Not that you complained.

CC!George: 668 words

George hated puzzles.

The end.

Not like Sapnap or C!Tommy where he ended up joining you in the end.

He refused to do them, not understanding why you enjoyed them so much.

Whenever you ask George to join you in completing the puzzle, or he walks in on you doing one, he immediately makes a face and backs up.

It's almost like he's scared of them.

Majority of the time, George would purposely annoy you while you were trying to complete it. Making himself annoyed that you weren’t giving him attention in the process.

George doesn’t seem clingy. Especially not in public. But, when you're at home you’re conjoined at the hip. And when you’re home alone with no friends or family around, he will always find some excuse to be touching you. Holding your hand, having his arm around your waist, linking pinkies, touching thighs when sitting down, etc. Anything to have your attention on him. So at the times you do decide to sit done and enjoy a puzzle, is the time that George feels the need to be at his clingiest.

Placing the last green piece on the table you smiled. Finally finishing the border. You had been doing the puzzle for half an hour at this point. You got up and stretched, hearing your knees and back crack at the movement. You shuddered. You had always hated the sound but loved feeling the relaxing sensation flow through you. You walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. While pouring the glass into your cup, you felt arms slowly snake around your waist as a face buried into your neck. Jumping slightly before you sighed, your shoulders slumped relaxing into his touch. He kissed the side of your neck and squeezed your waist tighter. You laughed pushing his arms off of you.

“Nope. No. Nuh uh. Not today Georgie” You squeezed past him to put the jug of water back in the fridge. Hearing him whine from behind you. You turned around and saw George leaning against the counter, arms folded hiding his face. You walked past and patted his back slightly. “You do this every time George, you can't expect it to work the same'' You left him pouting to himself in the kitchen, making your way back to the lounge room to continue the puzzle. Right as you sat down and got comfortable. You groaned, annoyed. You had left your water in the kitchen. You went back to the kitchen slowly, knowing that when you got there George would still be sulking. But you still had hope that he went back to his PC.

Of course that hope had diminished the moment you peeked your head around the doorframe. There stood George. No longer pouting, no. But with YOUR glass of water in hand. He tried to hold back his smile when he saw you step into the kitchen. But ultimately failed.

“George.” You started before walking towards the man standing at the island. “Give me my water” he shook his head in protest, stepping backwards to get away from you.

“You have to promise to cuddle me if you want your water back” You simply shrugged and turned around. Grabbing another glass out of the cupboard and bringing the water jug back out of the fridge. You heard George groan loudly from behind you. He clearly hadn’t thought that far ahead. You downed your glass before turning back to him, the pout returned to his face.

“Fine.” his eyes lit up as he put your previous glass down and walked towards you to take you to bed. “But!” he stopped in his tracks and groaned… again. “You have to let me finish the puzzle first. Or until I get bored. Until then. Go do something else.” He nodded slightly.

Finally you could finish the puzzle.

You didn't finish the puzzle. No you barely got a quarter through it before George came in and dragged you away. Literally.

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I had a fat brain block when it came to Dreams. I'm sorry his was so short :(

Have a good day!

- Birdy

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Hi! Here are some headcanons written about the people of the Dream SMP!

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Pet Names GN! - 0.8k Sapnap, Wilbur, Dream, Niki

Doing a Puzzle GN! - 3.6k C!Tommy + CC!, Sapnap, Dream, George,

Read to them GN! - Sapnap, Dream, Quackity, Techno

Telling them You're Pregnant GN! (Afab) Dream, George, Punz, Karl

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’*•.¸♡ 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗺𝗽 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ♡¸.•*‘

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Hi! Here are some blurbs written about the people of the Dream SMP

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Tommy

Sapnap

Wilbur

Kiss me CC!

Dream

Oh Dream

George

Quackity

Techno

✮𝗣𝗲𝘁 𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 - 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻✮

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Hi! I think a lot of people share this hc when it comes to the nicknames, (sapnap and nikis specifically) but oh well!

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Headcanon - What i think they'd call their s/o Characters - CC!Sapnap, CC!Wilbur, CC!Dream, CC!Niki

Gender-Neutral Reader

Word Count: 805

CW: Cursing, dream being a basic bitch

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CC!Sapnap: 214 words

Darlin' or sweetheart

this being one of the ONLY times his Texan drawl would come out

"Darlin' could you pass me my phone?"

He'd have a slight accent throughout the rest of his sentence mainly sticking to the pet name.

he would call you 'darlin'' any chance he would get.

no you don't understand this man would be OBSESSED with calling you pet names

even if said pet names weren't necessary and crowded the sentence

he would never refer to you as your real name.

if he did.

oooh shit you know you fucked up.

'Sweetheart' is something he uses when being endearing

if you're having a bad day, your man sapnap would swoop in and save the day.

"sweetheart look at me, trust me when I say everything will get better, even if it may take a while. we will get there"

AHHHHHHHHHHH the THINGS i would do to get this man to call me 'Sweetheart' without him being awkward.

I feel like his texan drawl would still be there for this one

you just have to listen very closely.

if you heard it as a one off youd never notice, but the more he calls you 'sweetheart' the more you pick up on it

overall this man is very wholesome.

gawd dayum.

CC!Wilbur: 238 Words

I feel like Wilbur wouldn't be one for pet names

opting to just use your first name, or a nickname given to you instead.

but on the rare occasion he did use a pet name on you, it'd be 'Hon'

100% I do not see that man referring to you as anything else.

He'd be very simple with it.

only using the nickname when he deemed fit.

Wilbur would use the nickname in very... intimate and tender moments.

like, admitting his undying love for you for the very first time

"I love you. I love you so so so fucking much it hurts. im scared of this, and how our relationship will progress. but fuck hon, i love you"

he'd be very cute about it

other times he would use it is when you might have had a really shitty day, completely stressed out whether that be with work or uni or even family and friends. hell it might've been because of Wilbur.

He, of course, would guide you through grounding techniques before pulling you into his arms, sitting in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.

whether it be on your kitchen floor, at a park, or in your bedroom laying against the side of the bed.

mans would pull you into his lap and just whisper things over and over in your ear.

'hon' being thrown into the mix every so often

CC!Dream: 160 Words

ughhhhhh dream is basic

i hate to break it to you, but this man does not have a single creative gene in his body that isn't dedicated to minecraft.

he would call you 'babe'

and to spice it up.. he'd sometimes call you 'baby'.

mans thinks its cute and unique, but in reality its overused and cringe. (Im sure some of you like it im sorry D:)

You love Dream don't get me wrong.

But, sometimes you'd just wish this man would call you something else.

anything else.

at this point you think he's forgotten your name and just can't admit it.

he calls you 'Babe' religiously

"Babe, can you pass me the pepper?"

yes dear. UGHHH

you love him, i love him, but its gotten to a point where it's no longer cute

but you obviously cant say anything cause you dont wanna hurt his feelings :(

hes sensitive but he will never admit it

lol you can just tell

CC!Niki: 186 Words

Love.

love love love love love.

As i said in the notes, this is the one pet name everyone just seems to associate Niki with and apply to her and what she'd call you.

and i am just like everyone else LMAO.

it just seems so fitting

'Love' is just so very Niki.

There was never a wrong time for Miss Nihachu over here to call you 'Love'

although a bit basic persay, it still made your heart swell.

with her soft voice and wholesomeness. oh lord.

you'd melt right then and there.

"Love i'm going to be streaming with Jack for a bit, i'll text you right before we finish :)" WITH LIKE A KISS TO THE FOREHEAD OR CHEEK OR SOMETHING-

no matter how tall you were. whether it be 5 inches shorter or a foot taller

she would try her absolute darn best to give you a cheek/forehead smooch.

(Even if it meant you'd need to bend down for her for all the tall readers like myself)

long story short you're completely head over heels for her and her cute nickname for you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hello, Hello!!

I am back!! i appeared out of nowhere, uploaded for a week and then disappeared for a month. apologies about that one guys, shits been hard recently.

I hope you guys have a good day/night!!

- Birdy

i am here with another post about people constantly breaking some kind of boundaries.

STOP writing romantic fanfics for minors

STOP using sapnaps real name in fanfics

fucking hell it cant be that hard to respect that

check @/smp-boundaries before writing im literally begging you

edit: i just put these two since these are the ones that are very commonly ignored, seen wayy too many sapnap irl name fics and tommy /rom fics

Hey, I don't know if you still write, but I imagine sapnap getting angry after losing in a game and taking it out on the bed-

anger

pairing :: cc! sapnap + afab! reader

content warnings :: explicit content, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it guys), dom! sapnap, sub! reader, edging, ..marking, choking, belly bulge.., hair pulling if u squint, praise.., bjs, creampie :o

word count :: 920

author's note :: i am indeed still writing! i just write excruciatingly slow and my motivated comes in small bursts most of the time. but requests are always welcome <3

(ps.) i am horrible at writing endings, and aftercare...oopsies? :'c

NOT PROOFREAD — nsfw under cut.

sapnap is one to get just a little bit...angry if he loses in something. it doesn't matter if it's a video game, or anything else– he'll get irritated. to make it oh so much better– he takes his anger out on you every time he gets the chance.

all that could be heard throughout sapnap's room was the sound of gagging and euphoric groans coming from sapnap. after he lost a manhunt (horribly), he had decided to take all of his anger out on you– in your vulnerable state of watching youtube videos in the room next to him, he had dragged you into his own room and decided to simply fuck your throat and try to blow off some steam.

your clothes were nowhere to be found– probably thrown on the floor somewhere as your throat convulsed around sapnap's cock as he harshly forced your head up and down repeatedly. you were clearly having trouble taking all of him into your mouth. "ah, god- come on, just be a good little slut and take it, yeah?" he mocked your struggles. but he rolled his eyes, grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off of him anyway, letting you take a breather as you coughed from the severe asphyxiation you had experienced in the past two minutes– until he pushed your head back down and continued ravaging your throat until it was sore and raw. he kept fucking into your mouth until suddenly his cum shot down your throat and painting your mouth white with a loud groan.

finally, after what felt like eternity, he grabbed a handfull of your hair and roughly pulled you off of him and carried you to his bed. "you want to be fucked, don't you?" he said as he bent down to start his attack on your neck– biting and kissing all over the flesh until your skin was littered in pink-ish red marks. the noises you were making were enough of a confirmation for sapnap, as he trails his hand down from your stomach to your thighs, and finally to your dripping cunt. he slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds until he stops at your clit– rubbing small circles rabidly and hearing your small whimpers and quiet moans fall out from your lips. you were just on the edge of release, your noises getting just a bit louder and more desperate, until he stopped all of his movements and left you with a ruined orgasm.

"you're gonna have to beg if you really want to cum, sweetheart." he said tauntingly, slipping his fingers into your cunt. you looked at him with fat tears rolling down your face, trying your best to beg. "please, sap!! jus' let me cum-! please-please, please!" you beg, your destroyed voice trembling and filled with desperation. "hm.. i may consider it.." this went on for a couple of minutes until he finally gave you what you were begging for. your legs had started shaking uncontrollably from the overstimulation of his fingers moving rapidly in and out of your pussy as the coil in your abdomen snaps. you moan aloud and your eyes roll back into your head in pleasure– vision going cloudy– as sapnap looks down at you. "there you are... good girl, good girl.. doing so well for me.." he praised, as he pulled his fingers out of you.

he swiftly pulled you to the edge of his bed, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing the tip in, before slamming into you and making you moan loudly. he grabbed your hips tightly– so tightly that they would certainly leave bruises in the morning. the continuous sounds of skin-on-skin slapping and the sounds of ecstasy coming from both you was simply intoxicating to sapnap. he couldn't help himself– he just had to wrap his large hand around your throat like a necklace and hear your struggled moans. "take it- fuck- take it f'me, yeah?" he whispered in your ear. he looked down over your body, his eyes stopping at the little bulge pressing up in your tummy every time he thrusted in and out. his head fell back from the sight– he wasn't even sure if he could last much longer from that.

your moans increased in volume as his cock brushed against your g-spot, waves of pure pleasure flowing through your veins every time he pounds into you. he slowly trailed his hand down from your throat to your stomach, and to your clit– rubbing it rapidly and stimulating the small bundle of nerves. the two of you weren't gonna last too much longer, that was for sure. with sap pounding into you and the two of you being in a state of pure ecstasy..it was bound to end soon.

you could feel the familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening, signaling you were close to your long awaited orgasm. suddenly, with one simple deep thrust from sapnap your orgasm hit you like a truck– your eyes rolling back into your head and a loud moan falling from your lips. sap's hips were soon stuttering as he groans, head falling backwards and eyes closing as his cum leaks into you. he takes a moment before he pulls out–asking if you're okay and slowly slipping out.

the last thing you remember is him saying, "i'll be back in a minute, alright?" before seeing his blurry figure getting up and walking supposedly to the bathroom to go get a wet wash cloth to clean you up.

<3

AA I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING I WROTE!!1!1!! it's 1 in the morning and it's not the best but hope yall enjoy! :3

HEY BABES SEND IN REQUESTS IM FEELING ESPECIALLY NEURODIVERGENT TODAY >.<