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[citrus-blade]

I MISS DREAM SMP SO MUUUUUCH

[itsfeckinwimdy]

George Russell is the type of guy-

(Fluff Alphabet)

George Russell x Reader

Reader Pronouns: n/a

Word count: 1.9k (1994 words)

Tree Speaks: I got dared to start every section with "George Russell is the type of guy-" and to only refer to him as "George Russell" so I'm dreadfully sorry for what you are about to read.

and jesus fucking christ you lot, you ate up the last grussell post- anyways, more grussell content to come, and possibly more Norris, Lewis and Seb, depending on what the people want. Also, do you want another one of these for a different driver?

F1 Masterlist

Published: 14/01/2023

A = Attention (How much attention do they pay to you? And how much attention do they require?)

George Russell is the type of guy who is constantly paying attention to everything that you do. He is enamoured with you and thus finds himself watching everything you do.

On the other hand, he's like a golden retriever. He needs to know that your watching what he does and paying attention to him every time you're in the same room or in close vicinity. He craves your attention and gets really proud when he sees you watching him.

B = Before (What were they like before they asked you out?)

George Russell was the type of guy who was stressing over everything before he eventually asked you out. Sitting reasonably close to you, his heart started racing and he had to carefully plan his every movement to not make you feel uncomfortable. You grab and hold his hand? Play it cool George Russell, play it cool, this is what normal people do, don't make it weird. It even got to the point where he would get stuck in his own head and wouldn't even realise you were speaking to him.

C = Comfort (How would they help their partner when they feel down/have a panic attack? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who gives the best hugs. Yes, he looks like a toothpick in his outfits, but the boy has muscle and some squish to his beanpole self. Will he check you're okay with being hugged? Absolutely. Will he undoubtedly pull you into his arms when he senses your upset? Of fucking course he will. No crying whilst he's around, Mr Satudray will not allow it. Unless of course you genuinely need a good cry over something then he is sitting right next to you handing you tissue after tissue.

D = Dreams (Do they picture their future with you? If so, is there anything specific they want?)

George Russell is the type of guy who knows exactly what he wants in his future. Does he know it down to the minuscule detail? No, he does not. But does it include yes? Yes, it does.

He wants the mornings when he wakes up in bed next to you. He wants the late nights when the two of you are absolutely shattered but can't help but stay awake to talk to the other.

He wants it all.

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g. my life, my world?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would call you a piece of fruit in what he would think is a romantic way.

"You are the apples to my oranges" he would say to you, even though apples and oranges are completely different and the only correlation that they have between them is that they are both fruits.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

George Russell was the type of guy who didn't realise he was in love with you until everyone else around him pointed it out. And it wasn't even that he was denying it, he was just oblivious to acknowledging his feelings.

Did he know he liked spending time with you? Yes. Did he also like all the little things about you that he would talk about for days on end without realising until someone pointed it out? Yes. But did he realise that it was called love? No.

It took at least eight different people to point out that he was in love with you before he acknowledged that maybe he loved you and from then on it was just a roller-coaster of emotions.

G = Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would spoil you with gifts at every opportunity.

Would they always be expensive ones? No. But he would always be on the lookout for anything that he knows you like or stuff relating to your current interests or hobbies.

And it became a habit that he would get you something from each race weekend, even if it was a terrible one for him or you were there with him.

H = holding hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

George Russell is the type of guy who either holds your hand in his fully, the whole fingers interlocked and a moderately strong grip, or he doesn't at all.

He's not one for the "cute handholding" where couples link their pinkie fingers and say it's holding hands. It's either all or nothing.

I = Injury (How would they act if you got hurt?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would go insane or would laugh at you. You stubbed your toe on the doorframe, and he's bent over in laughter. But you get in a crash or break a bone and he is hell-bent on destroying whatever hurt you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?)

George Russell is the type of guy who gets jealous on occasion. If you're friends with other drivers then he doesn't care. But if they start flirting with you and you're seemingly oblivious to their attempts, then comes the clinginess.

K = Kiss (Do they exchange kisses often? Where do they like to kiss?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would constantly be giving you forehead kisses, or just kiss the top of your head if he can't access your face.

L = love confession (How would they confess their feelings?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would be oblivious of his feelings but everyone around would know. Since becoming teammates with him, Lewis hasn't spent a day without hearing something about you or what you're up to. Even Toto has heard many compliments about you from George, so much in fact that one day he asked the driver how his partner was only for George to be confused until realising the team principal meant.

This then led to him spiralling whilst creating a PowerPoint presentation on why he loves you.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

George Russell is the type of guy to have his favourite memory of you doing something so simple, like the time you rearranged your bookshelf and paused to read him a quote you found funny and then explain the entire backstory and plot behind it.

N = Nicknames (What do they call their partner?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would use endearingly sweet but stereotypical British nicknames for you. Ranging from the doting "Sweetheart," to the classic "Darling", to the obvious but most important "Love" used excessively.

O = On Cloud nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not shut up about you. Before he came to the realisation that he was in love with you, Lewis, Toto, and essentially the entire Mercedes garage, and some of the Williams one, knew practically everything about you as he would not stop talking. So yes, everyone knew he was in love with you.

When it comes to expressing his feelings, George Russell will not stop until you are sick of hearing the phrase "I love you" and threaten to tape his mouth shut.

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their S/O in front of others? Or are they shy to kiss/hug when others are watching? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who will kiss you in front of everyone and not care. To him, everyone knew that he was in love with you before he did, so what's to harm. However, he does prefer to hold your hand at every opportunity given. And even though he sometimes looks like a bean pole, his hugs are so soft that you have actually fallen asleep in his arms before.

Q = Quality time (How do they like to spend time with you?)

George Russell is the type of guy who just likes spending time with you. Whether that's the two of you watching a movie together, going for a walk at sunset, or even sitting doing your own things in the same room. George Russell just likes to be near you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

George Russell is the type of guy who, providing neither of you has to leave for work, will refuse to unravel from you and keep you bed-bound all day. Could the two of you be doing something productive? yes, you could. But to George Russell, rainy days are the best for sleeping in and cuddling under the warmth of the duvet.

S = Smile (What makes them smile without fail?)

George Russell is the type of guy who just thinking about you brings a smile to his face.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will talk about anything and everything. It doesn't matter what the topic is, but get him started on something he knows even the smallest bit about, then you will never get him to be quiet again.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

George Russell is the type of guy who knows you so well and how to offer comfort. He's been your friend for years. If there's one thing he knows how to do, then it's comfort you when you're upset.

V = Valuable (How much do they spend on their partner? Do they choose to spoil them with expensive stuff? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who would collect a souvenir from each race he attends to gift you, even if you are there with him. He used to get you expensive stuff quite a lot until he realised how much you would cherish the smaller less valuable gifts. A fridge magnet of your favourite plant was one of your favourite gifts which in turn sparked the realisation in him. But that's not to say he doesn't get you something expensive occasionally.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would second guess every message he sends you until you reply back to him. At first, he's like, yep, that's alright, and then after about thirty seconds he begins panicking and wondering what your response is going to be. It doesn't matter what message he's sent you, whether it's asking if you're still awake, or a simple 'I love you', he cannot rest until he gets a reply.

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not stop showering you with affection. He's constantly giving you compliments, pulling you into his arms so he can hold you and peppering your face with sweet kisses. It took him a good while to work out that he loved you and now he's going to make sure that you're aware of it.

Y = Yearning (How will they cope when they're missing their partner?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not stop mentioning how much he misses you. He messages you whenever he can and it's gotten to the point that Toto dreads the weekends that you're not there as it means he has to listen to George Russell talk about how much he misses you.

Z = ZZzzzz (How heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep?)

George Russell is the type of guy that trying to rouse him from sleep is akin to waking the dead. This man hears nothing except his alarm. You try to wake him up, zilch. But he hears his alarm go off, and he is awake instantly. He sleeps like the dead but must have you wrapped in his arms. He is a cuddler.

[kisuminight]

For the DSMP Blade System AU, I've mentioned in previous posts that most things stay the same pre-Staged Finale, with the exception of minor details and motivations (for example, we are hand-waving all non-canon deaths of any Blade or Driver that happened). But if c!Dream has differing motivations for the Plan, why is Staged Finale still happening in this AU?

c!Dream and c!Punz need some peace to work on part of the Plan. Now, Doomsday got rid of L'Manberg, but nobody actually died and frankly neither of them trust the old members of the government not to try another execution attempt, this time hunting Dream down. There is also Tommy to consider

Dream has to protect George. George cannot be uncovered as Dream's Driver, in large part because people tend to forget Blades have their own agency.

Keep Punz and EW!Ranboo safe. The plan needs to shift suspicion of helping Dream off of them. Neither of them should be suspected of being Dream's Driver, either.

Related to point 1, they need to track down an Aegis. That is not going to happen without having time with nobody bothering them.

Testing the Memory Patch isn't very easy with a non-compliant test subject.

In order for Dream to have any peace, he must either be imprisoned (Pandora's Vault has been built, but putting Dream in there would detract from it's eventual use for it's true purpose) or he needs to die. Given that c!Tommy is certainly going to get himself involved in some way, Dream is pretty certain he's going to die. He just needs to make sure it is in front of enough of the server that news of him being a Blade gets out, and that whatever he's killed for makes George unlikely to come forward as his Driver.

See, the thing about Blades is that their core crystals count as items. And there is a lot (so much) internalized prejudice that strips Blades of their agency. It's nonsense, of course. Anybody who's watched Skeppy and Bad's relationship for 5 minutes understands that Blades are their own people, and they do not have to (or always want to) do everything their Driver tells them to do.

Dream figures that the first thing people are going to do after figuring out he is a Blade is assume he is a "Bad Person" because he has a "Bad Driver." And that the second question, after "Who was Dream's first Driver?" will be "Who should be Dream's next Driver, to ensure that he is a Good Person?"

To be fair, he's not wrong. The Skeppy Cage exists in this one too, and no one questions it either.

Dream has faith that the Memory Patch is working. That it will work for him. But the problem is that it is removable. There isn't any guarantee of perfect recall, either. And it needs to be perfect, if it is going to be used as the cornerstone of The Plan.

The Plan, here, has 2 phase. Phase 1 is completing a version of the Memory Patch that can be added to the general Universal Patch Updates. Dream and Punz need to complete the code, which takes time and no distractions. They need to find an Aegis (neither of them have figured out Phil yet) to add their code to the Patch Update. Also other reasons (the Egg). Phase 2 is immortality and the server reset (after the Memory Patch has gone out).

So the script for the Staged Finale is:

lure Tommy and Tubbo

lie about a bunch of stuff (including killing Tubbo) to get Tommy mad enough to kill

have Punz lead the others through the Nether portal, removing doubts of his potential loyalty to Dream.

Tommy kills Dream, revealing Dream is a Blade (Punz will loudly point this out, to make sure everyone understands)

leave a bunch of "dangling threads" in the form Dream's Driver, what the Driver's potential plans are as wild goose chases (George will not be a suspect because the dethronement wouldn't have happened if Dream was George's Blade /s)

Punz leaves while people argue about Dream's core crystal. He waits on the other side of the Nether portal, passive ability turned to max so people don't realize he didn't leave

EW!Ranboo takes advantage of the argument to sleight-of-hand the core crystal. He goes through the Nether portal, hands the core crystal off to Punz, and then leave Ranboo in the Nether with the note that Dream is a Blade and the shock presumably caused the memory loss for the day. Ranboo is now no longer a suspect.

Dream is reAwakened as Punz's Blade, experiments can continue. Even if other people on the server see him, they assume that he is a completely new person/has no memory.

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Dreblr ask game : 2, 9 and/or 19 ?

2. What's your favorite c!dream duo?

y'all KNOW i love doomsdaytrio and all the combinations within it! rivalsduo, gappleduo, and emeraldduo all scratch my brain in very specific ways, and putting all of them together is a cluster of interesting notions of death, life, immortality, revival, and man-made systems. i'm having a hard time choosing between them!!

9. How do you headcanon c!dream's appearance? does it ever change?

i made the pretty boy au a while back so i clearly have some thoughts here...

while i humor the idea of c!dream being a hybrid (i like enderdragon & cat best), i think it's the most narratively interesting option if he's just a human, and i tend to think of him that way. emily @bigbaras's design lives in my head rent free. when i think of him, i usually think of that design, and that's why i picked her art as my avatar!! to re-use a phrase, i think of him as being beautiful in a "fallen angel" type of way; he's beat up, he's too thin, he's a mess, yet there's something about him thats so profoundly beautiful and a little bit otherworldly. the otherworldiness can also make him profoundly unsettling. i often think about his unknown connection with dreamXD when i think of his appearance.

i headcanon that he hid himself behind a mask before the prison, and afterwards, once everyone already saw him without it, he was less strict about it. many people wish he had kept it on-- for different reasons.

19. What are some of your favorite c!dream animations/songs/other type of video/audio content?

i actually have a playlist of dsmp animatics with ummm 150 videos :') i love them! here are a few favorites that are c!dream-centric:

deathrow

nothing

i would show you my house...

i will let you go...

the future

you know quackity tortured me?

it's all just a game to you george (dreamxd technically but it counts TO ME ok????)

[thatonelesbianfander]

The Ghost and the Reaper Chapter 6

Fandom// Sanders Sides

TW// Death mention, Suicide mention, Crying, Yelling, Punching, Swearing, Fire, Screaming,

Word count// 2730

Description// Janus is one of the many grim reapers whose job it is to reap the souls of the dead and help them ascend to the afterlife. After one assignment, the spirit they reaped, a 23-year-old nonbinary person named Remus, refused to ascend. Now, Janus is stuck with them following it around wherever they go.

Characters// Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders, Janus Sanders

Pairings// None

AUs// Found/chosen family Creativitwins & C!Thomas, human!sides, they/them Remus, it/they Janus, he/she Roman

Masterpost // Previous // Next

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Remus woke up on the couch, rubbing the tears that had formed in their eye away. Janus stood in front of them, a concerned expression on its face.

”Remus!” Janus said, Remus sitting up, “Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep when I came to check on you.”

”Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a dream about my death,” Remus said, rubbing their hands against their face.

”Well, do you want to talk about what happened yesterday?” Janus asked, “You were really upset when you came home.”

”It’s nothing… It was just my sibling… I don’t really wanna talk about it…” Remus said.

”Okay, I won’t push it then,” Janus said. Remus smiled.

”Well, what’s on the dock for today?” Remus asked.

”Well, I have a few spirits to reap, and I’m also going to need to make a pit stop at the graveyard today since some spirits are having trouble ascending again,” Janus replied.

”Well, let’s go do the reaping first, and get that out of the way, then,” Remus suggested.

”Alright, then,” Janus said, grabbing their scythe off the table. Remus frowned, sitting back down on the couch. Janus looked over to Remus, confused.

”Remus?” Janus asked, Remus looking over to Janus, “Aren’t you coming along?”

”You want me to come along?” Remus asked.

”Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Janus asked.

”I thought you wouldn’t since I would only annoy you and slow you down…” Remus said, looking down.

”Well, yeah, you are kind of annoying, but that’s what makes the job fun. Without you, it’s kind of just boring,” Janus replied. Remus smiled.

”Now, come on. Let’s get this over with so we can get back here and relax,” Janus said. Remus jumped over the back of the couch, walking over to Janus. The two faded out of view, reappearing in a hospital room. Two people laid on beds on opposite sides of the room, both being treated by doctors. Janus wiped its scythe at the first person, the spirit sitting up from their body. Janus then swiped his scythe at the other person, the spirit also sitting up. The two spirits locked eyes, getting up and running to each other.

”George!” the one spirit said.

”Mary!” the other replied.

”Okay you two, break it up real quick,” Janus said. The two spirits turned towards Janus, George standing in a defensive stance in front of Mary.

”Who are you?” George asked.

”My name’s Janus. I’ll be your grim reaper for your ascension to the afterlife. Now, do you mind telling me your names,” Janus said, pulling up a screen.

”Oh, umm. George and Mary Stanford,” Mary said.

”Stanford… Ah, here you are! It looks like you two don’t have any ongoing tasks, so if you’ll just stand still, I’ll-” Janus started before being cut off.

”Who’s that?” George asked, pointing towards Remus.

”Oh, that’s Remus,” Janus said, smiling at Remus. Remus smiled back.

”They look weird. Why do they look like that? Fucking freak-” George started before being cut off by Janus socking him in the face. George stumbled back, Janus glaring at him.

”Don’t ever say that about them ever again,” Janus said, glaring at George. Remus hid their face in their hands, their face a little red with blush.

”Why you-” George started before being cut off by Janus swiping their scythe at him. George burst into flames, screaming in pain as he burned away.

”George!” Mary exclaimed. She turned to Janus, angry.

”You bring him back now, you fucking bastard!” Mary said, running at Janus. She threw a punch at Janus but missed as Janus side stepped away. They swiped their scythe at Mary, Mary bursting into flames and screaming as well.

”Woah, you didn’t have to do that!” Remus said.

”They were going to hell anyway. They were abusive parents and rude to everyone they met,” Janus replied.

”No, I mean… You didn’t have to punch that guy in the face for insulting me,” Remus responded.

”Hey, you’d probably do it for me. It’s only fair that I do it for you,” Janus said, retracting their scythe. All of a sudden Janus got a call on their screen. Remus floated over to Janus, looking over Janus’s shoulder as Janus answered the call.

”Who is it?” Remus asked.

”My manager. He wants to meet me,” Janus said.

”Ughhhhhhh,” Remus replied.

”You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Janus said.

”Nah, I’d be bored waiting for you. Let’s go,” Remus replied. Janus nodded, swiping its screen away. The two faded out of view together, going to the manager’s office.

They reappeared in the manager’s office, Remus going over to the corner and grabbing a notepad and pencil. Janus sat down in front of the manager’s desk.

”Sir?” Janus asked. The manager turned around in his chair, seeing Janus in front of him.

”Oh! Janus!” the manager said.

”You called me?” Janus asked.

”Yes, yes. I need to talk with you real quick, but first, tea or coffee?” Manager asked.

”Oh, um, I guess I’ll just take some green tea today,” Janus replied.

”Alright, then,” Manager replied, pouring some tea into a mug. He gave the mug to Janus.

”Sorry, I only have mugs right now,” Manager said.

”That’s alright,” Janus replied, “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

”Well, it’s nothing about how your doing your job right now, you are right on quota,” Manager replied, sitting down in his chair, “It’s actually about the Antichrist.”

”The Antichrist? I thought that was just a myth,” Janus responded, confused.

”So did I, but the radar is saying that they are close to emerging and that they’re going to emerge in your district, so you can see how that’s a problem,” Manager said.

”Yeah… I mean, isn’t the Antichrist the only one who’s able to kill us?” Janus replied.

”Exactly, and if they emerge it could spell disaster for us,” Manager said.

”So, what do we do now?” Janus asked.

”Well, first of all. I need you to keep up the rules in your district. For example, I know you’ve been letting your little friend visit their family,” Manager replied.

”Oh, yeah, cool. Just talk about me like I’m not here,” Remus said sarcastically.

”Shut the fuck up,” Manager said, glaring at Remus.

”Okay, in my defense, they snuck out without me knowing the first few times,” Janus replied.

”Okay, just throw me under the fucking bus,” Remus said, Janus glaring at them as well.

”Okay, but anyway. The last time you let your friend visit their family, they interrupted a death,” Manager said.

”You what?!” Janus said, turning to Remus.

”What?” Remus replied.

”You see, your friend here interrupted their sibling’s death. That day their father was supposed to go out on a date and their sibling was supposed to call their father, leave a voicemail that would go unanswered, and stab himself while he was away. But instead of that happening, your friend here decided it would be a good idea to make it so that their father would see the voicemail and get back to the house to stop him,” Manager said.

”So?” Janus asked.

”So, because of the timeline crack, the Antichrist is able to rise. There have already been many other timeline cracks in the past, but I guess this one pushed it off the edge. So, to combat this, I need you to enforce the rules in your district more. That means no more family visits for your friend, no interacting with the living, and no interacting with things in the surrounding area. Got it?” Manager replied.

”Got it,” Janus said.

”Good. We cannot have this Antichrist rising. One more crack, it’s over. You’re free to go now,” Manager said. Janus nodded, standing up. It walked over to Remus, Remus ripping their drawings out of the notepad.

”Let’s go now,” Janus said.

”Can we go back to the apartment real quick… I need to talk to you about something…” Remus whispered to Janus. Janus nodded. The two faded out of view, Manager going back to his work.

Remus and Janus reappeared in the apartment, Remus floating over to the couch. They patted the seat next to them, Janus nodding and walking over to the couch. They sat down next to Remus.

”So, what’s up?” Janus asked.

”Nothing, it’s just…” Remus said.

”Yeah?” Janus replied.

”You don’t think I’m evil right?” Remus asked.

”No? Where’s this coming from?” Janus asked, confused.

”Well, during my childhood I was always hated for my ideas. People thought they were morbid and weird and they called me the Antichrist because of it,” Remus said.

”Remus. I doubt you’re the Antichrist,” Janus said.

”I know, I’m just…” Remus said, before trailing off.

”Yeah?” Janus asked. Remus took a deep breath.

”Ever since my childhood I was scared of proving them right… It was my biggest fear at the time… Being the Antichrist… It’s one of the reasons why me and Roman had that fight the day I died… He was getting fed up of me constantly being next to him and being clingy, since he was the only person in my childhood I could really talk about my ideas with without the fear of being judged…” Remus said.

”Hm…” Janus replied.

”Janus… What if all those people years ago were right? What if I’m actually the Antichrist? I mean, your manager said so himself, the Antichrist is on the rise and they’re the only one who can kill reapers like you… What if I’m actually the Antichrist, and I end up hurting you, or worse…” Remus asked, their breathing picking up.

”Hey, calm down. I doubt you’re the Antichrist. I mean, sure, you did make a timeline crack, and sure that’s bad, but I doubt you would be the Antichrist,” Janus replied.

”It’s possible though… I mean, there were a lot of weird things in my life that didn’t really make logical sense… Like for example, I was able to barely survive driving myself off a cliff, and it took longer for me to die… What if-” Remus started.

”Alright, you’re reading into that too much. There’s probably some other reason for you not dying on impact then. Calm down, deep breaths,” Janus said. Remus took a few deep breaths, looking over to Janus.

”Better?” Janus asked. Remus nodded.

”Okay, good. Now, do you want to explain why you interrupted your sibling’s death?” Janus asked.

”I mean, she’s my sibling… Did you really expect me to stand around and let him kill himself?” Remus asked.

”How did you even do it?” Janus asked.

”Oh, I knocked over this guy’s drink, guy called for a waiter, waiter rushed out, and I got the waiter to take a certain path that would go past my father’s table and get the waiter to knock his phone off the table. From there, the waiter gives him his phone back, he sees the notification for the voicemail and listens to it, and then he rushes back home,” Remus said.

”Didn’t I tell you not to mess with anything in their surrounding area?” Janus asked, smiling.

”In my defense, I technically didn’t interact with it. The guy had the drink on the edge of the table already, I just gave it a small nudge,” Remus said. Janus laughed, Remus smiling at them.

”Alright, then. Well, let’s get to the graveyard. I need to help those spirits ascend,” Janus said, standing up. It lent a hand out to Remus, Remus grabbing it and standing up. The two faded out of view together, talking and laughing.

The two reappeared in the graveyard, laughing with each other.

”Alright, alright, you win,” Janus said.

”Hah! I’m the best!” Remus replied.

”Oh, shut it. Anyways, I’m going to go meet with these spirits. Do you want to come or are you just going to hang back?” Janus asked.

”I’ll just hang back for now. You go do your job,” Remus replied. Janus nodded, walking off. Janus looked around the graveyard, seeing a few spirits hanging around a group of graves. Janus walked over to the spirits, the spirits talking amongst themselves.

”So, what should be the first thing we do once we get to the afterlife?” the one spirit asked.

”Hm… I don’t know. I was thinking of reuniting with my family. What about you, Grace?” the other spirit asked.

”I was thinking about picking up a hobby like art, or something,” Grace replied.

”Well, I was probably going to join a band, and create music,” the first spirit responded.

”Hey, you three are the spirits who called me here, right?” Janus interrupted.

”Oh, reaper guy! Yeah! My name’s Grace and that’s my friend Issac and my brother Danny,” Grace replied.

”Last names?” Janus asked, pulling up its screen.

”Oh, me and Danny’s last name is Richards, and Issac’s is Spencer,” Grace replied.

”Richards…” Janus said, scrolling through the list of names, “Ah, here! And what seems to be the problem?”

”Well, we all have this same task but no matter how many times we perform it, it won’t go away,” Issac responded.

”And what is this task?” Janus asked.

”Um, it’s the ‘visit a place on your bucket list’ task. We all went to the Eiffel Tower together since that was a big dream of ours, but it won’t go away on our lists,” Danny said.

”Oh, yeah. That task is weird, and won’t complete. I’m pretty sure it’s a glitch in the system. We’ve tried to get it fixed before but to no avail,” Janus explained.

”So, what do we do now?” Grace asked.

”Oh, I can just force an ascension,” Janus replied. It took out its scythe, swiping their screen away.

”Everyone stand together,” Janus said. The three stood hand in hand, facing Janus.

”Now, you’ll just feel a slight tickle, but nothing major. Have a nice time in the afterlife,” Janus said. The three nodded, Janus swiping their scythe at the three. The three disappeared, Janus retracing its scythe. Meanwhile, over with Remus, Remus hovered around their grave, watching as their sibling played a game on her phone.

”Almost! Yes! I won! Did you see that, Remus?” Roman said, looking over to Remus’s grave, smiling. Remus smiled at their sibling. Roman sighed.

”I wish you were here right now… Life’s been so difficult without you…” Roman said, frowning. Remus frowned, standing next to Roman. Tears started to form in Roman’s eyes, Roman looking down.

”I miss you so much… I honestly wish I killed myself yesterday… It hurts so much being without you… I miss your daily visits… I miss when you would talk to me about your ideas, without a care in the world… I’m so sorry I said I hated it… I need it more than ever now… Isn’t that crazy… How one can forget how much something means to them until it’s too late…” Roman said, tears falling down his face. Remus crouched down to Roman’s level, frowning while looking at their sibling. Roman took a deep breath.

”If you’re here right now… I just want to say… I love you… I’m sorry for not being a better sibling…” Roman said, tears falling down her face. Remus frowned, reaching their hand out before pulling it back. Remus closed their eyes, debating whether or not to do it.

”FUCK IT!” Remus shouted, putting their hand on Roman’s shoulder. Roman’s eyes widened as he looked over to Remus. Remus took a deep breath.

”I love you too, Roman… I’m sorry for having to leave you and Pa like this… I regret it every day… Just promise to stay strong for me please…” Remus said.

”Remus…?” Roman asked. Remus opened their eyes, seeing Roman staring directly at them.

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[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I was tagged by @onmywaytonarnia so here's some stuff about me

Nickname: Florida Man or just Florida (god help me, I hate it down here...)

Sign: PEDESTRIAN X-ING, REST AREA - 3 MILES, or perhaps SPEEDING FINES DOUBLED WHEN WORKERS PRESENT (I do not believe in astrology)

Height: 6'1" or 6'2"

Last thing I googled: Perseverance rover

Song stuck in my head: for some reason I have a mashup of Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson stuck in my head. I don't know if I actually heard a mashup somewhere, or if they were both part of that 4-chords song by Axis of Awesome, but I can't stop thinking of the two choruses layered on top of each other (🎶and I don't want the world to see me cause I don't think that they'd understand/🎶I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly🎶)

Follower count: officially 3222, but I noticed when I was just starting out that tumblr inflated the actual count by like 20, 30, 40%. When it said I had 100 followers, I counted, and I actually had 85. When it said I had 1000, I only had like 700. I stopped counting after that, so I have no clue how many I actually have right now. Probably more than 1000, but probably not more than 2000. I have maybe 100 followers who regularly interact with my stuff, about 30 of whom are mutuals (maybe 10 or 15 close friends).

Amount of aleep: AHAHAHAHAHAHA (5, maybe 6 hours on a good night? Sometimes none, just endless tossing and turning because my brain won't shut off)

Lucky number: 13, and I'm not being ironic about that. I'm serious. 13 is my favorite number of a variety if personal reasons

Dream job: I want to be part of a creative team, I want to work with a bunch of people to make something for people to see! I want to make art, and I want to collaborate so I'm not alone. Writing scripts or making props or dressing sets, some manner of production design. I want to craft!

Wearing: Goodfellow t-shirt and cargo shorts

Movie/book that summarizes me: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir feels like it was written for me personally. That is how my thought process works, that is how I deal with problems, that is who I want to be. I have a higher than average understanding of math and science but I always try to explain it in as simple terms as possible for people who find it all too daunting. This is the kind of book I want to write, sci-fi that explains the sci.

Favorite songs: Ramblin Man, the Gambler, Country Roads, the Devil Went Down to Georgia (I'm noticing a country pattern...), anything by Weird Al Yankovic (Hardware Store and Albuquerque are probably my top 2 of his),the Little Shop of Horrors movie soundtrack, White Squall and Northwest Passage by Stan Rogers (I went through a sea shanty phase when Wellerman was big), anything by Jonathan Coulton (Skullcrusher Mountain, Code Monkey, Blue Sunny Day, Big Wide World One, Shop Vac, Mandelbrot Set, to name a few), Climb Out Your Window, Addicted, and Here We Go by Walk off the Earth, and the Celtic Woman cover of Danny Boy (this is my go-to cry song; if I need a nice long cry, I put this on and it all comes flowing out of me)

Favorite instrument: I love brass, trumpet specifically, I could listen to Louis Armstrong all day

Aesthetic: analog technology, typewriters, instant photography, clockwork watches without quartz, sacrificing convenience for the sake of privacy, nostalgia for the early 2000s (but through the eyes of a child, so no George W. Bullshit)

Favorite author: per capita, Andy Weir. He's only written 3 books, but I love them all and want to emulate him. Max Brooks for World War Z. Cormac McCarthy for The Road (very depressing, but hopeful near the end; one of the only books to really tug at my heartstrings). John Steinbeck for Of Mice and Men (another heartstring tugger). Audrey Niffenegger for The Time Traveler's Wife.

Currently reading: Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Favorite colors: cyan, lime green, heliotrope purple

Favorite animal sounds: the scuttling of crabs on pavement, the sneef-snorfing of a curious dog, the bleat of a baby goat, the EHHH of a baby sloth, the MEHH of a baby deer, the chirping of bats, ethereal whale songs

Last song: either I'm Going to go Back There Someday from the Muppet Movie, or Hey I Don't Work Here by Tom Cardy

Last Series: Owl House (Lulu + Hootcifer 4ever!!! Oh yeah and lumity's pretty good too I guess)

Random: I once learned all the lyrics to Bobby Darin's Mack the Knife without ever actually listening to the lyrics of Mack the Knife. Like, I listened to the song all the time, but I never paid attention to what was being said. It was just gibberish to me, but I learned the gibberish, and I sang along to it in the car one day and my mom asked why I was so enthusiastic about murder. Turns out Mack the Knife is about an old londontown ripper named Macheath. Still a banger though.

@goldenmoldies @olivia-online @nsomniacsdream @schifty-al @richardjager @n-brio @orange-birdie

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

═Everything about Requests═

Requsts: OPEN

Matchups: CLOSED FOR NOW

Requesting Rules:

I am very iffy on NSFW things so please don’t request things like hard core porn without plot.

There will be be no NSFW writings for those who are minors

I will not right about real people (this includes content creators), only fictional characters.

I will try not to write anything that goes outside a content creators boundaries.

State in the request I’d you want it yandere or not yandere

State in the request what character you want your request to be about or I will be my choosing.

I will not write anything about pregnancy

If you are requesting something with a heavy topic, put a trigger warning.

I will not write character x charecter

What will I write

Yandere

Character X Reader X Character

Horror

Angst

Heavy Topics

Non yandere

What characters and fandoms I write for

Death Note

Light Yagami

L Lawliet

Misa Amane

Near

Mellow

Matt

Dream SMP

C! Dream

C!Technoblade

C!Wilbur (this counts, lmanbur, vilbur, and revivebur)

C!Philza (Platonic Only)

C! Tommy (Platonic Only)

C! Ranboo (Platonic Only)

C!Tubbo (Platonic Only)

C!Punz

C!George

C!Sapnap

C!Sam

C! Fundy

C! Jschlatt

C! Quackity

C! Slimecicle

If the character you want is not here just ask because chances are I will write for them

My Hero Academia

Toga

Shigaraki

Eraserhesd

Dabi

Overhaul

Deku

Bakugo

Hawks

Todoroki

Shinso

If the character you want is not here just ask because chances are I will write for them

Marvel

Scarlet Witch

Captain America

Winter Solider

If the character you want is not here just ask because chances are I will write for them

DC

Riddler (2022)

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Venini Reviews, Summer 1999

Venini played gigs throughout the summer of 1999, ending with a support slot for the ever brilliant Sparks (Shepherds Bush, London.) I have taken the liberty of heavily editing all the reviews available to me at this time, just so you get the gist of each one.

NME live review, 29 May 1999 Venini, London Soho Wag Club Piers Martin

Is this for real? Presumably it is. We have to ask because Venini, in the most peculiar sense, are unbelievable. Let us count the ways. The guitarist. It's Russell Senior, formerly of Pulp and currently under the impression he's Phil Spector. He's wearing sunglasses, a suit, a neat mod fringe and a permanent frown. At his feet, for some reason, lie eight effects pedals.

And the music? Dangerous, sexy and brimful of attitude, right? Well, no, not really. It's conservative neo-Britpop with glam affectations, actually, or, on debut single and opener 'Mon Camion', the whipsmart melodic suss of Blondie. Nothing new, in other words, which is a little disappointing not least because Senior's role in this particular group of misfits is effectively the same as it was in Pulp, only less enjoyable.

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Flipside review, 29 May 1999 Venini, Wag Club, London Robert Heller

Venini, the new musical venture from Pulp's Russell Senior, look cool. Seriously cool. Lead singer Debbie Lime (the name alone begs major stardom) is well on the way to perfecting the ultimate, studiedly lazy, disdainful pop sneer, peering out from under her banana-highlighted fringe with the attitude of a Debbie Harry-to-be. Her instrument-strumming companions share her vision of style, even if they can't quite decide which particular fashion to plump for.

There's black suits and skinny ties as well as leather jackets and expensively messied jet-black hair, all bound up by the most naturalistic punk pop posing since the Manic's first pillow trashing gigs. Best of all, the music fits; sparky, spiky, instantly memorable pop that swaggers between Elastica's punk wet dreams, The Pet Shop Boys and Giorgio Moroder. They will go far.

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Saturday 26 June 1999 New Bands Tent, Glastonbury Festival, Mark Sturdy

Venini's music is no less thrilling. Opening with the irresistible skewed glam stomp of Mon Camion, they take us through a set that recalls, at various points, Stereolab, Kenickie and T-Rex, but without ever losing sight of their own colourful, simultaneously sophisticated and brash identity.

Longtime Russell-watchers will be able to tell with their eyes closed who's playing guitar - that stiff, jerky trademark sound is still there, alternating between insistent, tinny, spidery one-string riffs and crunchy, wah-wah enhanced washes. Less expected was the sudden appearance of an acoustic guitar for several songs, but there it was - hell, there was even a ballad.

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NME 'On' Night, 28 July 1999 Venini, Camden Falcon Sarah Wilson Russell was still Russell. Irrepressible stare and mod suit. Looked a bit emaciated if you asked me. Also couldn't help noticing he had lines under his eyes. Never realized that his hands were small.

Debbie Lime is possibly the scariest woman in indie music. Dressed in a leather mini-skirt and matching jacket and plastered in make-up, she has the looks of a genetic half breed of Debbie Harry and Siouxsie Siou as she saunters onstage and wiggles her hips to the baying audience (where have we seen that before?).

Danny Hunt. Poor bloke is squeezed into the tiniest portion of the stage and clouded by smoke but played well. Nick Eastwood, the bassist, looks like Boy George and plays like a muthafucker. The drummer Robert Barton was good too.

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Music OHM, 28 July 1999 Venini @ Barfly, London Michael Hubbard

Senior’s fret talent has clearly only improved with time and he is still one of the best all-round guitarists on the indie circuit just now, his quasi-psychotic stare and mod suit being hangovers from his Pulp days. The rest of the band were as far removed as could be from the heady summer of ’95, Common People and all that.

Amongst the chattering classes in attendance on this fine evening in Camden was one Jarvis Cocker. What did he make of it? I found him chatting to Danny the synth player, telling him that he had no stage presence and (is this possible??) laughing in a Yorkshire accent. “It was odd being a spectator,” said Pulp’s front man, but he didn’t fancy being pinned down to specifics about Venini, despite my best efforts.

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Melody Maker live review, 14 August 1999 Venini, The Falcon, London Ben Clancy

There's no originality here, just piss-stale art-school rock that's lumpy and hideously ugly. Supporters might claim they're 'experimental', but that's a synonym for trying really hard to be different and just being shit. There are refugees from the Pulp fan club present, but the two who are dancing stop bopping about after the first song, having failed to convince themselves that Venini are any good.

This band has no charisma, no presence and no fucking songs. Look, I go to 150-200 gigs a year. Most are either quite good or quite bad. It takes a hell of a lot to be brilliant and something really outstanding to be as shit as Venini are tonight. If there is a worse gig this year, I don't want to see it.

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NME live review, 14 August 1999 Venini, The Falcon, London Stevie Chick

But the kids are here for Venini. And Venini ain't music for dancing to, they are music to wear second-hand polyester shirts to. Famously, they are Russell from Pulp's newest venture. And they misfire on almost every count. Vampish singer Debbie Lime sneers, "Dress me up in Gucci" (stop sniggering), before lurching stiffly into some clumsily-choreographed 'dirty dancing'. Like their stultified, grisly indie-rock, like their tragically inept lyrics, it's no doubt meant to be sophisticated, sexy. In reality, it's shabby, seedy and not a little sad. Maybe it'll sell in Camden.

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Music365, 28 August 1999 Carling Premier Stage, Reading Festival, Anthony Gibbons

So, Russell Senior dives overboard from the good ship Pulp and defects to new band Venini. He still sports the same air of disdain and still hides those piercing and peculiar 'I'm-still-having-trouble-with-these-contact-lenses' eyes behind blacker than black shades.

Venini are fronted by a shapely songstress with looks that kill but a voice that couldn't even bruise, a grey monotone that couldn't hope to reach out and grab you. The clothes are black and crumpled and the hair tousled from one too many late nights spent downtown in strip joints and backroom bars. Or at least, that's what they'd like us to believe.

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24 September 1999 Brighton Beach, The Cockpit, Leeds, Mark Sturdy

Encouraging signs pre-gig: milling around in the bar amongst the expected legion of Russell clones (you know the score: ten blokes in black demob suits, horizontal fringes and square sidies telling you you're the violinist) was no small number of Debbie clones: sculpted hair, vampishly black clothing, eyeliner, possibly even the occasional elbow-length glove. Could we have the beginnings of a cult here? I hope so.

What strikes me about Venini, though, is their professionalism - there's no between-song rambling, no five-minute pauses to tune up or argue with the sound mixer. They come on, bash the songs out one after another, get off, bish bosh. Venini are glamourous. They rock. They are glam rock. And I like that.

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Blow-Up, 2 October 1999 Soho Wag Club, London, Alex Shelley

Seemed like fewer than a dozen people came specifically for Venini and not the pre and post show retro deejay. And out of the Venini-attentive everyone was solely focused on Russell.

Venini played a tight, fun set. Nick Eastwood’s stumbling into the wall technique has not been so perfected since the likes of Sid Vicious. Very entertaining, really. Debbie Lime, lead singer, is just too cute for words.

Since all the songs were new to most, no one song stood out. A big event midway through the show was Russell shedding his trademark shades.

I believe Venini achieved their aim (my opinion of their aim, rather). They played stylish pop music and looked really cool while playing it. What Russell said about his last project Baby Birkin probably applies to Venini as well - "it’s not important music". But that’s alright by me.

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Music OHM, 28 August 1999 Venini @ Reading Festival, Reading by Michael Hubbard

When the tallest girlie indie singer in the UK finally emerged, it was to front a gig far superior to their Falcon exhibition of a month previous. It was a display of theatre as much as music, the band gelling and clearly enjoying the warm daytime atmosphere. There was, I shall admit, something of a silly thrill in photographing Debbie as she photographed the audience with her kitsch red camera during a song called Photograph, and I’ve no idea why, but with Venini it would be anally retentive to analyse why they are fun to see. When fun appears, why shoot it down in flames?

There were, at Reading, many more famous band names, many of which I managed to see, from Blur to Catatonia, from The Divine Comedy to The All Seeing I, and they were mostly well worth seeing, but Venini have something just that bit different about them – a wonderful mix of a funfair, the make-up department in Selfridges, a talent contest and… well, Roxy Music. Interesting, anyway.

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2 October 1999 Venini @ Wag Club, London by Michael Hubbard One minute we’re all Northern Soul and the next we’re looking at a bloke with sunglasses and a guitar, facing one hundred and eighty degrees away from another bloke, this time with a bass and sans eyewear. Very haute, or something. Then comes the entrance that threatens to become a trade mark… on saunters Debbie Lime, complete with eyeliner and face paint from a silent movie, ready to corrupt the kids once again, and we’re away in St Tropez, and did you know that there were lots of discos in the South of France?

Shock! Horror! Off comes the guitarist’s eyewear to reveal what at least six people in the room knew to be true – underneath was indeed the trade mark psycho-stare of Russell Senior!

Without encore off they went, Russell to put his real eyes back in, Debbie to take her mask off and Nick to be mistaken for Boy George once again. They’ll be back, they get better every time and, as if that weren’t enough, there are very few bands currently touring who can lay claim to a better guitarist than Mr Senior or a better bassist than Mr Eastwood, and there is NO other band quite so visually arresting as Venini.

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27 November 1999 Shepherd's Bush Empire, London, Mark Sturdy

Sensational. I know I always say nice things about Venini in these reviews (that's my job), but there aren't very many other ways of describing the way they were tonight. Opening for deliciously warped ex-glam perrenials Sparks (surely one of the more inspired double bills of our time), the band well and truly delivered on the promise they've been showing over the past few months.

The inscrutible Charlie Collins was back, squeezing those ever-welcome peculiar noises out of his clarinet and sax (especially notable was an amazing introduction to Exotic Night that recalls nothing more than Roxy Music circa Ladytron), and Ash was much more to the fore, applying liberal amounts of synth to everything. Russell, meanwhile, continues to refine his razor-sharp guitar action towards the pure, ultra-saucy da-dang-da-dang understanding of The Troggs' Wild Thing (but with more effects, obv). Scoff if you like, but I honestly believe that there is no better musical unit in Britain today than Venini.

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Sources

OMH: venini-wag-club-london

OMH: venini-the-reading-festival

OMH: venini-the-bar-fly

Everything else via Mark Sturdy

[feminetomboy]

C! SFW BEEDUO SLASH FIC MASTERPOST

Have you ever wished to read some /r beeduo, but fear what the Ranboo/Tubbo tag on ao3 holds? Have you ever wished you could somehow magically filter the tag, so you'd see only the character works, with no explicit content in sight? Well, lucky reader, I might just have what you were searching for all along.

I went through the entire goddamn tag, and I manually filtered out all the sfw c! fics so you don't have to. And then I compiled everything into a spreadsheet. That's right, I am just that incredibly cool and sexy and amazing.

Things I tagged each fic with: word count, completion, angst/fluff, au/dsmp canon, "Do they kiss?"*, pet names** and additional notes if I felt anything else was worth mentioning (and there are also stars for fics that we especially liked)

*Only if Ranboo and Tubbo kissed explicitly on the lips, didn't count forehead/cheek/hand kisses or anything else of the sort

**Didn't count Boo, 'Bo and Beloved, since those are extremely common in the canon.

This took me and my discord pals many many hours, so I would be extremely grateful if you shared this as much as you could!! ♥

For what is and isn't on the list, as well as a disclaimer, keep reading.

What may be included on the list:

works by authors that also occasionally write RPF (I try to let you know of this in additional notes so you can avoid them if you wish! Check disclaimer for more info about this particular topic tho.)

violence, gore, there's also some cannibalism I think. I didn't tag any CW, but there are reminders to check the warning whenever I felt the fic warranted that.

What isn't on the list:

fics centered around sexual content and or involving explicit sexual content (past or present) (there is one about pregnancy, I noted so in the additional tags) (I also cut instances where the characters were making out...heavily.)

fics about CCs or works that were too ambiguous to be able to make a clear distinction between c! or cc!

works from authors that otherwise extremely frequently write RPF nsfw

unfinished works that were +- below 3K and seemed abandoned or just not properly built out yet (though I did this step very subjectively)

as I went on, I also started cutting out fics that didn't seem to have beeduo as their main focus, or if there were so many relationship tags I felt like you could find them from there as well (<- read as: I got frustrated and left out a lot of SBI centric fics)

shipping fics that included relationships not canon to the DSMP (for example, I cut out TNTduo but kept Puffychu. There's also some light background DNF in some of them I'm pretty sure, though I literally do not think there exists a fic involving both Dream and George without it being DNF, so hey, that's my reasoning. But if you want me to cut those ones out as well, let me know).

Disclaimer: I hadn't actually read all of the fics. Unfortunately, I am not the deity of free time. I've tried to skim almost every single one to find out whether or not it truly is sfw and about c! (but only if it wasn't made abundantly clear by the tags or author's notes, or if I got general weird vibes), and tried to add any warnings and additional notes I could come up with when there were some.

I also hadn't checked each author and whether or not they had written RPF in the past - again, I simply don't have the means for that (and also because most of them are anon or orphaned anyway), though I DID check some, and anything iffy I found about the author I included into additional notes.

I tried to sort everything to the best of my abilities, but I am only human - which is to say, if you DO find some fic that you thing doesn't belong there PLEASE dm me and I'll look into it! We are a community, helping each other is the key 🧡

If you are the author of any of the fics on the list and for some reason want them taken out, dm me and I'll delete them!

If you've got your own fic on the slash tag and wish to have it on the list (if it wasn't there already), dm me and I'll look into adding it!

As for the final note, I'd like to thank everyone who supported me the entire week this took, the Hellen Hellenite discord that had to listen to me bitch about fics, and most importantly, once again thank you @likecarillonbells @uyun @deminjackets for helping me tag the fics and for the philosophic discussions over whether or not certain works are c or cc ♥♥

[chippedaxe]

Could you do a version of the heat hcs where the mcyts are the ones in heat?

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Title: Mcyt Heat Hc's

Warnings: NSFW below the cut (Minors DNI)

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia.

Synopsis: The reader helps out their s/o (The mcyt's) who r in heat <3

Word count: 700 (idk why it's so short)

Note: I'm just using their monster hybrid forms from the monster mcyt hc's to make things easier!

* More of dom reader?? There's still some sub-ish stuff tho so.. idk tbh

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c! Dream - He was extra soft and touchy with you recently, his hands always have to be touching you in some way or he'll be whining and making lots of noise. It was sweet at first- until his actions became more perverted and he would start pawing at your chest and trying to slide his hands into your clothes.

- He'd be (like any other creature) creating a beautiful nest for the two of you out of soft things like the blankets, pillows, and burying things he found inside of it. He'd be so ecstatic if you complimented his nest, he'd melt into your touch and nuzzle up against you.

- He'd be willing to do whatever you want, his slimy tongue would be happy to be put to work and I'm sure his fingers would be happy to do the same. You'd have to take charge and guide him thru it all since his heat makes him more mushy and less smart.

c! Sapnap - You'd find him rutting into a pillow and trying to get himself off, if not fucking himself into a pillow than he'd be trying to hump a pile of your clothes "Sapnap!" you exclaim.

- He'd be less dominant during his heat so it'd allow you to finally take some charge and some control over you sex life, you'd have to be really kind to him however or else he'd turn into a whiny mess! If you degrade him during his heat then he'll probably cry and feel upset so don't do that <3

- Expect everything in the house to be destroyed by the end of it, including yourself. His claws are too much, he'd be ripping and gripping everything! His nails would rip up the wallpaper, his fire would set a blaze the furniture and his fangs would sink into your soft skin at any chance they had!

c! George - He'd feel hot to the touch, he'd often be sweating and panting. Simple touches from you would have him whining and crying, even if you were to just pat his head.

- He'd be less tired while in heat, the lustful thoughts clouding his head whenever he tried to sleep. When he's in bed trying to sleep he just ends up humping the mattress and waking you up.

- He'd probably love for you to take advantage of him and dominate him during his heat. He'd probably like to feel cared for and nurtured, he'd also probably be really into breeding whether you're the one carrying his babies or he's the one getting fucked into.

c! Eret - You'll wake up one day trapped by their tail coiling around your body and keeping you close to her, he won't let you go while they're in heat.

- Her nails leave scratches on your delicate skin, his teeth and fangs will also graze over your neck and may leave little bites over your collarbone- they just really love marking you up.

- Will be more predatory and jealous during his heats, will not let you do anything for yourself. You're her little mate, he has to protect you at all times, you're just a little human.

c! Karl

- He will whine a lot and will become very restless, stretched out arms just hanging lowly as he slugs around and slouches on the bed. You'll do the smallest thing to excite him and he'll instantly become a ball of light, bouncing around and jumping onto you.

- Will moan a lot. For no reason. You think it's just him trying to entice you, you'll be just cooking in the kitchen and he will lean over to moan in your ear.

- Will become more grabby and touchy, hands all over your torso and his arms wrapping around your neck and waist.

c! Punz - He will leave the place a sauna, things will be burnt!

- He would burn things without meaning to, he'll just become less focused on the world and more focused on his pleasure so he'll just be recklessly spitting out fire.

- Eyes rolled back and tongue out while he's rutting into the closest object is quite a sight to see and one that you see often when you're not there for him to use.

[nyxonlive]

"spectacular arrangement"

contains c! dream, c! george summary to be quite frank, neither the both of you were informed about the arrangement so imagine the look of surprise when the news finally broke out, without you both knowing. word count 1k+

DREAM

"i'm sorry what?" he managed to cover his reaction - failing miserably as the reporters eyebrows turned to knots. repeating the question again the interviewer asked "how did you meet the love of your life you highness?"

straightening his posture he needed to talk to his mother after the interview. glancing at the reporter he said "we met on a horseback trail when i was going home from a stroll" keeping the answer short and possibly private, he managed to catch a breath when the interviewer moved onto a new topic.

don't get him wrong, he prepared for these type of stuff even if the questions are chosen before the day of the interview. he must've missed reading the question about this arrangement not to mention the sudden change on the look on his face. finishing the interview he snuck out, not letting his guards know he left which his mom is gonna scold him later on.

he stumbled on the forest he always visited since his childhood, the roots have grown but it still feels like yesterday, like he was still the young prince without any pressure on his back. the sudden drip of water as he watch the sky turn to gray as he cursed silently. how was he going to get out of this without informing any followers that itch to get something out of the royal family? cause apparently a prince drenched from the rain is "inappropriate" and "careless"

as the sky turns to the darker hue, he knew he was in trouble. he spots a figure and fights his thoughts about asking the person for help. troubled he had no choice to ask knowing he might risk his life or reputation with this move. "excuse me? do you know the way out? it seems as though im kind of lost" as the figure turned to him; the first thing he spotted is their eyes how it shines even though everything between them was already dark. the person smiled softly as they open their mouth to speak "getting lost here is common but it's your lucky day since i know the way" hesitant he asked "how do i know you're not gonna kidnap me and sell my organs?" they chuckled "well i have no use for your organs sir, im quite content to my finances and organs"

still hesitant he just nods as the rain kept getting stronger he felt himself shivering and they must've saw as they took of their coat and gave it to him surprised he blurted "oh no, please keep it" staring at him, they said "no worries i have thick skin and clothes too it's more better if you took this" he carefully took the coat in their hands and automatically finds comfort in the lavender scent it has. he's still wondering how he was able to trust someone to do this let alone a stranger.

reaching the end they spoke "well here we are i hope you get back home safely" glancing the lanterns he thanked them and they smiled and continued to walk away from him. processing what happened he took of the coat but they smiled and said "keep it. it looks good on you" speechless dream watches as they walk away from him. the blush was obvious from his face as he walks himself towards the castle.

he couldn't sleep if he was going to be honest he still thought about the comfortable feeling he had for a short time he hasn't felt that in years. as he glances at the coat that hangs from his wardrobe, he thought he was lucky to encounter and not someone who has something they want he came into the conclusion that some people want something from everyone but you were different and breath of fresh air. and he liked that, a lot.

as he finds himself seating as his mother said and explained the arrangement he was about to rebuttal when they were interrupted as the doors opened  he saw a familiar face. it's going to be alright he said to himself. it was you.

GEORGE it was his duty he reminded himself but he couldn't take away the feeling that it was forced because it definitely was. pondering, he glances at your direction it was raining it was a setback for them and the horses but you look at the rained as it was peaceful he heard you spoke "you're not quite fond of the rain aren't you? "he was surprised to say the least, but he softly answered "indeed i am, it's a setback for everyone, the hunt, farms." you hummed still staring at him he continued " i take it you like the rainy weather?" you glanced at him, smiling softly "i do" you spoke again "i take it as the sky took too much to bear" george was confused it was evident from his face chuckling you said "i mean it's the sky releasing it's emotion or burden, i like to think the sky as person it has emotions and gorgeous smiles like sunsets and such, and as a person no one should bear that much weight inside. so for me rain is the sky trying to release it's pain and burden." you looked up on him as he said "you are indeed smart" smiling you said "i know i am" he chuckled and he said "do you wanna see the sunset with me tomorrow?" "i would love to. " as the sky  turns to blue into magnificent hues you said "the sky's smiling" not taking his eyes on the sun he says "indeed it is" as you glance at him "it is indeed beautiful"

you continue to stare as he looks at the sun smiling.

"ah you two are getting along, good." his mother says he looks at his mother and said "we are, you picked someone good." his mother smiles and said "i know i did." as they both smiled excited for the future ahead.

an: i might do some of the others as well (if motivation comes thru)

[ilici]

pay the consequence.

Summary: Y/N has been a brat all day while Sapnap, Dream, and George have been streaming. Once they get off and go to punish her, she quickly hides and once they find her she pays the consequences.

Request by: @gogywasfound​

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Choking, cockwarming, thigh riding, orgasm denial, oral (receiving & giving), hair pulling, size kink, and spanking.

Word Count: 2554

Y/N was now straddling Sapnap’s lap as he was streaming with his other two boyfriends, or to the world, friends. Sapnap agreed to let her stay on his lap if she was good, and she agreed. What he didn’t know is that she had already got kicked off of Dream’s lap for grinding against him. “I am streaming with 60k people watching, make one peep or even start something you’re off.” He told her, with his mic muted to both George and Dream, along with his stream. “Yes sir.” She whispered resting her head on his shoulder, playing with his now shorter hair. “How was your time with Karl?” She asked him quietly so the mic wouldn’t pick up, and he sighed muting his mic, “It was good, now quiet.” He told her, giving her hip a soft warning tap. Nodding, she stuck to just playing with his hair, and the hood that was connected to his hoodie. After a short moment of silence, besides Sapnap’s talking and the sound of his keyboard, she easily grew bored.

She let out a sigh, that Sapnap easily ignored, or he either couldn’t hear over George’s constant scream of fear. Tapping his shoulder trying to get his attention, he finally gave her two taps on the hip that indicated, ‘I’m listening’ and she smiled at that. Slowly she moved her hips around, acting as if she was trying to get comfortable, but in reality she was trying to make him hard. Sapnap froze as he felt himself growing hard, so he instantly tapped her hip warning her to stay still. Y/N on the other hand, pouted at this. She stilled her movement, but soon grinned when she felt his bulge against her inner left thigh. Sneakily she moved one of her hands from his shoulder, down in between her thighs. Sapnap’s breath hitched when he felt her hand palming him through his sweatpants, and soon leaned his head back at the sensation. Y/N smiled at his reaction, and continued palming him, before she was suddenly on the ground of his streaming room.

“Ow.” She whispered, and Sapnap muted his mic, before looking down at her, shifting around trying to hide his very obvious hard on. “I told you, and you disobeyed. My lap is off limits, and you’re getting punished once I am done streaming.” He told her, and Y/N whined before she got up walking away and to her last victim: George. This one was going to be tricky for her, as he had his facecam on. The world didn’t know they were all in a poly relationship, nor did the fans know they had a girlfriend. Thinking of what to do, she bit her lip in thought as she made her way downstairs to his streaming room. Thankfully his camera was pointed directly at the wall behind him, and not the door that was to the right of him. Slowly opening the door, praying it wouldn’t creek upon opening, George’s attention was now to the right of him as Y/N entered. Giving him a small wave, he gave her a gentle smile.

Muting his mic quickly, “Hey bubs.” He said, and Y/N smiled happily at the nickname, “Hi baby.” She replied back, crawling over towards him, sitting down beside him, out of view of the camera. “Can I stay in here?” She asked him and George nodded, “Of course, just don’t pop up or that would be a very long story.” He joked, and Y/N quietly giggled as she looked around his oddly plain streaming room. It was different from the other two, it lacked color. It was a dim grey, and had black decor. “Sorry guys, my cat got in and I had to tell him to go.” George smoothly lied, and laughed as the chat started spamming ‘cat reveal’. “Sorry guys, he already left, maybe next time.” He said, as he moved his hand over, out of camera view under his desk patting Y/N’s head ruffling her hair. Y/N just slapped at his hand, and planned on teasing him soon. She planned on being more cruel to him, mainly because she couldn’t just simply get on his lap like the other two.

Crawling under his desk, and in front of him, she was now settled between his legs. George threw her a confused glance, but didn’t think anything of it as she has done this before. Y/N sat there for a couple minutes, to not make herself seem suspicious, and finally she crept her hand up his leg playfully scratching his thigh through his pajama bottoms. George jumped slightly at this, and scrambled for an excuse, “I got a cold chill.” He explained, and Y/N could hear the muffled voices of her boyfriends, making sexual jokes about George’s “cold chill”. “Shut up, it’s cold in this house.” He said in defense, slapping at her hand. Y/N slapped his hand back, and he retracted it to continue playing Minecraft. Taking this as her chance, she lifted her other hand up, tugging on his pajama pants. George looked down at her with disapproval before he finally broke at the sight of her silent pleading. Raising up a bit, Y/N instantly tugged his pajama bottoms and boxers off.

George silently hissed as the cold air hit his now bare cock, and Y/N looked up at him grinning. Reaching back up, she grabbed the base of his cock, looking up at his face to see his reaction since he was the overly sensitive one. George bit his lip, quickly tipping his head back before stopping himself, holding back a breath of shaky air that wanted to escape. Watching as his cock grew harder by the minute, she leaned up licking a long stride up his cock, and he instantly shivered letting the shaky air escape his lips. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around his tip, and George muted his mic abruptly, leaning his head back letting a low moan out. He knew people were going to clip the video of him doing it, but he didn’t care in this moment. Y/N soon started bobbing her head once he was fully erect, gagging every now and then. George had now unmuted his mic, and was holding everything in him not to be vocal.

Soon George looked down and locked eyes with Y/N, her E/C looked innocent as his cock was settled in her mouth, and he almost came at the sight. If only Y/N wouldn't have pulled away, he would have right then and there. George held back a groan at the loss of warmth and pleasure, as he took glances every now and then to her, to not try and seem suspicious of just staring down under his desk. Y/N who was wiping away the drool on her face, quickly crawled away leaving her boyfriend behind half naked and rock hard. He instantly grew infuriated, and the ‘let’s play the guess where Dream is game’ comments didn’t help at all. He was going to punish her to no end, and he wouldn't regret a thing. Y/N was now laying on the couch, watching tv, when she heard movement from down the hall and upstairs. She froze, and soon she was panicking as she now had three horny angry men after her. 

Her first instinct was to just freeze, and finally it settled in and she bolted off the couch. She quickly ran into the kitchen, thankful she was wearing socks so her hurried footsteps were quiet against the hardwood flooring. Opening up one of the cabinets that she could fit in, she rushed into it trying to be as quiet as she possibly could. Closing the cabinet door, she heard the three meet up in the living room. “Have you seen Y/N? “Either of you seen N/N?” “Where’s Y/N?” The three spoke at the same time annoyance laced in their voices. The three threw each other confused glances, before Dream sighed, “She went to you two too didn’t she?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Sapnap nodded while George cursed under his breath. “The damn brat practically gave me blue balls from not finishing the blow job.” George said, while Sapnap and Dream looked at him smirking.

“So it wasn’t cold, was it?” Sapnap said, and George just hit the back of his head, “Focus you idiot. Y/N obviously was being a brat, and she needs to be punished. We just have to find her.” George said, and Sapnap frowned rubbing the back of his head. “She was obviously watching tv.” Dream pointed out, as the covers were thrown on the floor, and the tv was still on. “So she couldn't have gone upstairs, nor down the hallway, so she is around here.” George concluded, and Sapnap looked around, “Y/N if you come out now you will not be punished!” Sapnap yelled, and there was no sign of Y/N coming out. “Well she’s either in here, the kitchen, bathroom, movie room, or outside. Last option is doubtful since the door is still locked.” Dream said, and they soon decided to break off and look for her. Not without a bet of $100 on the line, the idea from Sapnap. Dream walked around the movie room, looking under every possible thing he could.

Sapnap wandered around the living room and bathroom that connected to it. George was now walking around in the kitchen, trying to think of any hiding place. Looking behind the door, he groaned and the three were about to give up until George remembered a certain spot. “God we are so stupid!” He whispered to them, “We missed the first place she hid when we first moved in here.” He whispered to them, and the three were now pushing each other as they scrambled to the cabinets. Finally Dream was now opening the cabinet door, locking eyes with his girlfriend who nervously waved, “Hi baby..” She whispered, and Dream smirked, gently pulling her out of the small area. “Hello baby.” Dream said back, and Y/N nervously giggled, as she was now being carried to the bedroom. “I’m sorry.” She quickly said, as she held onto Dream looking up at Sapnap and George. Sapnap just shook his head, and George grabbed her face scoffing, “Brat’s aren’t sorry.”

Whimpering she yelped as she felt the impact of being thrown on the bed, “Undress now.” Sapnap demanded, and Y/N quickly stripped of the hoodie she was wearing, and sleeping shorts. “Everything.” Dream spoke up, and Y/N reluctantly took off her bra and underwear, leaving her bare. Soon after, the other three were now naked, and Sapnap got on the bed, picking Y/N up placing her on his lap. “No movements what so ever, got it?” He whispered in her ear, and Y/N shivered at the tone of his voice nodding. Slowly he entered in her, letting her cockwarm him. He moved back, bringing Y/N with him, as he leaned against the headboard, getting comfortable as Y/N was dying to move for sensation. “Look how small you are compared to Sapnap. God I would absolutely destroy you if I could.” Dream said, feeling himself get even more turned on from how small she looked on Sapnap’s lap.

George got up on the bed, as he stood up, using the headboard as balance. “Open.” He said, and Y/N opened her mouth, gagging instantly once George thrusted into her mouth. Sapnap held her hips still, as he noticed she tried to make subtle movement for friction, and soon Dream crawled onto the bed enjoying the sight of George face fucking Y/N as she cockwarmed Sapnap. “God this is my favorite sight ever.” He groaned out, as George quickly came inside Y/N’s mouth. Pulling out, Y/N coughed wiping the cum off of her face that managed to escape and trail down her chin. As soon as she was about to get her breath back completely, she felt a stinging sensation go through her skull as Sapnap pulled her hair back roughly, wrapping his free hand around her throat. “Not a sound from you.” He whispered into her ear, licking the shell of it. Nodding her head, she breathed heavily once his grip from her neck was gone.

Soon, she was able to raise her head back up as he let go of the death grip on her hair. Sapnap lifted her up off his cock, after a good moment of cockwarming. Y/N was roughly pulled over and slammed down on the bed, another hand clasped around her throat. “Hi baby.” Dream said, smirking as he used his other hand to trail down her body, playfully rubbing her clit. Y/N almost moaned, but was stopped when she remembered what Sapnap told her. “Such a good girl.” George spoke up from beside of her, as he caressed her cheek. Dream let go of her neck, as he licked his way down her body finally making contact with her clit. Arching her back, she bit her bottom lip roughly, as Dream started roughly eating her out like she was his last meal. George, held her hand, reminding her not to make a sound, and Y/N curled her toes as Dream sucked harshly on her clit.

Feeling herself growing close, Dream quickly pulled away and Y/N whined, which made the three men glare. “What did Sapnap say?” George said, and Y/N was now flipped over by Dream, her ass up in the air. Sapnap came over, and slammed a hand down on her ass, before he repeated this action a couple more times leaving both of her ass cheeks bright red. Y/N was now in tears from the feeling, while Dream rubbed her ass soothingly. “Are you ready?” Sapnap asked, as he pulled her back, letting her sit on Dream’s cock as he entered from behind with some lube. George watched, enjoying the beautiful scene in front of him, as Sapnap and Dream thrusted into her synced together, and Y/N’s moans were the cherry on top. They all loved how vocal she was, “Fuck, I’m close!” She moaned out loudly, and the other two grunted, “Cum with them. George told her, and she eagerly nodded as the two other sped up.

Feeling themself growing close, Sapnap and Dream nodded at one another, “Cum baby.” George told her, and Y/N let a very strong orgasm rake through her body as she felt the warm substance enter her in both holes. Soon she felt empty as the pulled out, George picking her up, carrying her tired body to the bathroom, the other two following behind. Sapnap started the water, as Dream got the bubble mix, pouring it into the water as George got into the tub with her. Dream slowly sinked into the tub as Sapnap got towels for everyone, before he himself sunk into the tub. Everyone relaxed in the water, before George turned it off, cleaning Y/N’s body and washing her hair. “Did you learn your lesson?” Dream asked, and Y/N tiredly nodded, “Yes sir.” She whispered.

[straighttohellbuddy]

as we've established {Sapnap}

Black Cat Anon requested: you have asked for sapnap (my beloved) prompts and here i shall provide. a 4 + 1 scenario. 4 times he jokes that he’s in love with you and 1 time he realises it’s not actually a joke any more.

Summary: You and Dream have been best friends since middle school, and since graduating, have lived together in Florida. Dream had been the one to introduce you to the other two people who would inevitably become known as The Dream Team in the years to come, however something about Sapnap, even all those years ago, clicked with you. Of course you end up loving him; at first you think it's the way you love Dream or George, like a best friend, like a brother, but as time wears on, as he becomes a part of your real life, you realise that your feelings might not be as platonic as you'd first imagined.

Need To Know: She/Her. chaotic!streamer!reader who uses a facecam, irl platonic ride-or-die friendship with Dream, friends-to-lovers Sapnap vibes with highkey flirting at all times that may or may not be a joke. FLUFF.

A/N: 7804 words. new thing i'm trying is including the 'Need to Know' which will be key vibes of the story so you know ahead of time, but that wouldn't fit in the more flowery summary. this didn't need to be this long and yet alas, it is. made it a 5+1, i hope you don't mind.

Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡

"Wait, Sapnap, who's your celebrity crush?" It was one simple question, from Dream, followed by the immediate response that Sapnap had already given in some variation or another many times before, clearly given through a shit-eating grin from Sapnap himself;

"Y/N, obviously."

"I hate you, I knew you would say that," Dream's response is flat, while you yourself could be heard cackling with glee in the background, "she doesn't count -"

"Rude," you cut him off, and Dream makes a faux irrate noise in the back of his throat as Sapnap insists that you definitely count.

"Y/N's been my celebrity crush since I met her-"

"She wasn't a celebrity then," Dream fires back, snarkily.

"Maybe not to you, but you talked about her so much she may as well have been!" Sapnap counters, and Dream goes very quiet. You know without even seeing him that he's making a face.

"You're such a simp," you teased. No-one in your chat seems to know who you're referring to, and you don't bother to clarify.

"I hate you both," Dream mutters, though you can hear the faintest smile in his voice.

"So yeah, Y/N's my celebrity crush, obviously, but we all knew that," the words are so casual, so nonchalant, so easy for him to admit though you both know its a joke. Something warms in your heart, but you can't help your own answer.

"This is so awkward, I was going to say mine is George -" which was immediately followed by uproar from both your friends.

----

[I can't believe @sapnap is still a c!Y/N apologist after everything she put c!Tubbo through] it's two-in-the-morning when one of the more popular DSMP Stan accounts tweets this. You don't see it immediately, not because you're asleep or anything reasonable like that, but because you were in the middle of a stream on your alt account. Of your friends, Sapnap himself is the one who sees it first, also up at this ungodly hour, as he'd been lurking in your stream.

He doesn't bring it up on stream, though he does respond to the tweet, like he knows you'll be informed, like he knows you can't help but read and react live.

[it's because im in love with her obviously. next question.]

It takes about three minutes for anyone in your chat to actually bring it up, but as soon as they do, they're spamming at you to check your Twitter; with a healthy amount of apprehension, you concede.

The grin that lights up your face is both blinding and involuntary, and you immediately rush to hide your face behind your hands, giggling to yourself. Despite being fully aware that it was a running joke, it still managed to catch you off guard from time to time, though it never failed to warm your heart.

"That's cute," you mumble, "that's very cute," after a pause, however, your tone does shift to something more thoughtful, "but I don’t think people understand what being an apologist is,” you say quietly, still grinning from ear to ear from behind your hands, “Sapnap appreciating my acting and being intrigued by my character isn’t being an apologist; being an apologist would be if I, knowing full well that he went through a pet-murdering arc on the server, turned around and said that he was justified, or that actually he’d done nothing wrong,” tipping your head to the side, eyes still glued to your second monitor as you reread the tweet, you lower your hands, smile growing wider; “fuck it, actually, you know what, I've decided I’m a C-Sapnap apologist and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

And you watch your chat for a moment, delighting in the chaos, gaze flicking every so often to where you saw his username in the list of moderators currently watching, wondering how he was going to react.

[okay yeah i don’t think ive been an actual apologist on main just an enthusiast lol] comes the message from Sapnap himself, flashing up across your screen, being read by the monotone robotic voice that reads out all your messages, friends and donos alike. You simply raise your eyebrows at the message, trying not to grin. As if on cue, just a moment later, a second message.

[but i AM a c!Y/N apologist]

“I have done nothing wrong ever in my life,” you can’t help but grin, wide and sharp, knowing he’d know which meme you were quoting, playing along as he sends through;

[I know this and I love you.]

You smile wider, before the realisation hits you, seeing both your housemate, and one of your best friend’s names in the list of viewers alongside Sapnap’s.

“I can’t wait for the VC tomorrow where Gogy and Dream bully me into admitting I’m an apologist for their characters too,” and though there was mischief in your eyes, there was something fond in your tone, right before you mused about how the only reason Dream hadn’t physically tackled you by now is because you were using your facecam.

[first] Sapnap sends, and something in your smile softens.

“Of course, buddy, you’re my favourite –“

“You’re gonna stop streaming some time!” Comes a hollered, implied threat from Dream down the hall.

“Okay but what if I turn this stream into a subathon so I don’t get tackled by internet personality and jealous bitch DreamWasTaken?” You ask your chat with an amused kind of confidence, despite the footsteps approaching.

“I’ll cut the power,” Dream’s let himself - and Patches - into your room, voice sounding stern though only you can see the sheer amusement he’s radiating at the whole situation, arms crossed, leaning back against your door.

“You’re such a sook,” you tell him fondly, leaning back in your chair to look at him. Patches chatters at you as if its some kind of warning, before she jumps nimbly into your lap. Dream flips you off, but stays quiet. Casting a glance to your camera, your lips twist into a smirk as you automatically begin to scratch behind Patches' ears as she settles herself on your thighs, “chat can you believe what I have to deal with?”

"People would pay good money to get tackled by me, and here I am offering to lay your ungrateful ass out for free," Dream crosses his arm over his chest once more, raising an eyebrow at you.

"And you get on my case when I feed the shippers," you scoff at him, playing up your irritation as you rolled your desk chair incrementally back and forth.

"Yeah, but I'm cute so it doesn't count."

"Terrible defence since they can't verify that, narcissus-acting-headass-"

"Then they'll have to take my word for it," he paused, tipping his head from one side to the other, deliberating, "or yours."

"As if I'd vouch for you being cute!" You crowed with delight at the whole bit, "first of all, in terms of hierarchy, I'm the cutest, then Sapnap because as we've established, he's my favourite -"

[tell dream he IS cute when hes jealous. hes not looking at discord so he cant see that im trying to flirt with him too]

“Sap says you’re cute when you’re jealous,” you tease, while Dream’s actively holding back laughter.

[why is there fighting? Y/N has 2 hands] a dono reads, which completely breaks your composure, and has you bursting with sudden laughter, telling Dream what had been sent, and he snorts a laugh, shaking his head.

“Don’t forget Gogy,” you insisted, attention turned to your camera as your laughter was dying down, “I don’t have enough hands, but Dream and Sap both have two hands, one each for me and Gogy,” you pause, looking at your computer fondly, tone silly and affectionate as you spoke without really thinking; “I will lean across the little circle we make and give him a kiss on the forehead.”

“Hey, why do you get to kiss him on the forehead?” Dream asks, and your grin turns from endeared to menacing once more.

“Because I assume you’ve already dipped him low and kissed him sweetly on the lips.”

“Like you would have with Sap,” Dream nods, playing along.

“Naturally.” You nod with as much sincerity as you can muster. For a long moment, the two of you refuse to break eye contact, neither one of you wanting to be the one who laughed first.

“I’m afraid to check discord,” you finally mutter around a repressed smile, which is what breaks Dream’s composure and he barks a laugh.

Another dono, this time reading [always glad to get these glimpses that confirm that their living situation is exactly as feral as i assume it is] and you cackle, which is exactly the kind of confirmation the chat wanted. Dream calls you a menace. You tell him this is why Sapnap’s your favourite.

----

It’s a no-brainer, asking Sapnap to move in with the two of you when he finally considers leaving his family home. How the three of you manage to keep the move a secret is a mystery unto itself, but you do. Perhaps you overcompensate a bit by being extra affectionate towards George in the lead-up, not wanting him to feel left out, but thankfully he found your attention endearing, and your fans didn’t think it out of the ordinary.

Sapnap announces he’s moving the day before he packs up his set up, more as an explanation for why he won’t be streaming over the next few days than anything else.

Everyone demands to know where he’s moving to, if he’s moving in with anyone; honestly they’re begging for crumbs of content, which he decidedly does not provide. He’s radio silent online for a few days, focusing on putting his life away in little boxes and hauling it across the country, while yourself and Dream are acting just as you always have, though with perhaps a bit more played-up yearning for Sapnap in his absence. What the world doesn’t know, however, is that the two of you had decided to take a several-day road trip to Texas together to help him move, driving in shifts, singing at the top of your lungs, staying in cheap motels, excitedly texting Sapnap for every important landmark or distance milestone you pass.

While Dream had managed to meet Sapnap in person before, the stars had never aligned for you in the same way, so of courses the moment you see him you’re crushing him in a hug. The feeling is familiar and brand new all at once; it’s a strange sensation, to be laughing and horsing around as you help him load his boxes into the rented trailer, it’s like you’re missing him retroactively, missing him for all the years you’ve known him without being able to just reach over and be reassured that he’s there. It’s… comforting. Being around him physically is inexplicably comforting.

You meet his family, and sleep on his sofa, and can’t help but be endeared by the stories his mother tells over dinner, despite his growing embarrassment. Of course, never ones to let a friend feel embarrassed alone, both yourself and Dream offer high school horror stories about each other, while you try not to be endeared by the grateful look Sapnap shoots you both as you’re arguing about who was worse; yourself for putting worms in Dream’s milkshake in middle school, or Dream for believing your innocence and still drinking it when you’ve always been an atrocious liar.

The next morning, the three of you are up at sunrise to make the most of the day, hooking the trailer up to the back of your car, and Sapnap hugs his family goodbye. He’s quiet for the first part of the trip, as if the reality of it is finally sinking in, like he’s contemplating his entire life, trying to make sense of it all and how he ended up here. He sits in the passenger seat, gazing out at the road through the window, while you and Dream argue over music amid still-waking-up yawns, but when you glance to him, finally giving him a proper look, about to ask if he’s alright, he’s grinning back at you, and then he’s looking over at Dream in the back seat, smiling wide.

“Can’t believe it’s finally happening,” he says brightly, and your heart melts a little.

“I can’t hug you, but I want to hug you,” you tell him, while Dream attempts to wrap his arms around both the seat and Sapnap, with questionable success.

“Really happening dude,” Dream’s face is squished into the seat, but you can hear how wide he’s smiling.

The drive to pick him up had been done over two days, marathon drives and few stops, but the way back is more like a cruise; still long drives, but split over three days, stopping to enjoy the scenery, smell the roses, to appreciate the real world. You take photos and videos you may share later, but mostly to treasure for yourself, and you share motel beds and take touristy photos, and half the time you’re worried you’re being too clingy, being too much all at once, but then Sapnap will lean his forehead against your shoulder from the back seat, making a contented hum where he’s still looking at his phone, and Dream, where he’s driving, will give his face a distracted but affectionate pat; it felt right. It felt like it should. Perhaps you were all just making up for lost time.

Sapnap provides the internet with crumbs after running it past both you and Dream, taking a simple, thirty-second video of the road from where he was sitting in the passenger seat, while Dream’s own song Road Trip played in the background. There was no hints of anyone else in the car with him, but after almost four days of nothing from him, the fanbase erupts.

[it takes a lot of courage to admit you’re a Dream stan 😌] you reply with, while Dream laughs and calls you an asshole as he keeps his eyes on the road, and Sap is reading through all the replies with a smile of his own.

"Someone's already linked the 'Y/N being an unapologetic Dream stan for twelve minutes straight' compilation," Sapnap adds; it's been two minutes since you're reply, you're surprised it took the internet that long.

"Of course they have," you snort.

"This is just my life now," he says quietly after a moment, something awed in his tone, and something tightens in your chest.

"There's still time to turn around and go back," Dream jokes, glancing over his shoulder with a half smile.

"Can't get rid of me that easily," Sapnap's response is delighted.

At home, he sets his streaming equipment up before he announces anything, settling into the space and organising a few of his things to make the space feel more like home before he tackles the majority of the boxes he'd brought.

He chooses to announce his new location by posting a photo with Patches. It's incredibly cute, she takes a liking to him almost immediately. You, on the other hand, never one to pass up an opportunity to be a menace, rope both boys in to take a picture sitting on Sapnap's new bed, holding both of their hands. The shutter goes off just as a particularly terrible joke you tell lands, and it might be one if your favourite photos of all time. Dream's mostly out of frame, obviously, all that can be seen his hand, fingers laced with yours where he's wearing his telltale glove, while you're looking particularly pleased and mischievous in the middle, and you managed to catch Sapnap blurry and mid-laugh on your other side.

[🤝 im not gonna say it 🤝] is the caption you post it with, both on Instagram and Twitter, knowing exactly what a majority of the comments are going to be as your audience fills in the blanks.

[Y/N HAS TWO HANDS!!] spammed hundreds, if not thousands of times in the comments, just as you'd intended. You're trending on Twitter and Tumblr. The move seems to be all anyone can talk about for the next few days.

Sapnap makes an appearance in your first stream since the move, a casual chatting stream since you couldn't be bothered to try and do anything productive, and knew that the chat would be insufferable and nosy either way.

"Do you want me to come say hi?" He's tentatively opened your door after knocking, only to be greeted by you smiling faintly at him from your desk chair. The look turns endeared despite yourself, though you do take a moment to remind him that he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to, ignoring your stream's pleas for the time being. None of you owe the internet anything, you try and remind yourself of this. But he shrugs, looking so sweet and nonplussed that you feel something warm and adoring blooms in your chest. Scooting over, you beckon him into frame, before realising the logistic issue, and quickly jump up to shove the clothes off of the chair in the corner of your room, dragging it over for him, presenting it like it's a throne.

He sits close beside you in frame, banter just as natural as it's ever been the two of you. You suggest playing something simple and low effort online to pass the time as you chat, and the two of you work your way through a kitschy website full of flash games as you talk and answer the donos that you were comfortable with, ignoring or admonishing the weirder or more invasive ones. His chin is on your shoulder, both of you watching the screen intently as you play.

[have you already dipped him low and kissed him sweetly on the lips?] you both hear, but your response comes out completely on instinct, half distracted by the game.

"I've been looking for the right time," you mutter, still focused on the game.

"You could just ask," he muses, flirty, habitual response also given on instinct, though now that he's got his hand resting on your arm.

"Alright, bet," it takes a moment, about the same amount of time for another dono commenting on the moment to get read out, before you fully register what you'd said. You pause the game. In the image from your web cam, chin still on your shoulder, he's turning an amusing shade of pink.

"Alright, bet?" He asks, tone far more pointed, as if demanding an explanation. He's doing reasonably well to keep the flustered notes from his voice, though he's clearly amused. Then, "we're like seven years into my ten year plan to get you realise you're madly in love with me, I knew it would pay off sooner or later; didn't realise it would take this long."

"Your ten year plan?" You asked, raising your eyebrows as you look to him; he hasn't made a move from your shoulder, and now you're nose-to-nose.

"We've established I'm in love with you -" he says easily, though there's mischief in his eyes.

"Yes, we've established this," you agree with a serious nod, playing along.

"And we've known each other for seven years," he elaborates, to which you again, agree, "I've playing the long game here," he smirks, "true love and stuff."

You... don't know how to respond. It's a joke, he has to be joking, why does looking him in the eyes right now feel like too much? Your voice is caught in your throat, that warm feeling in your chest only growing stronger as you realise that it has been well over half a decade that you've been friends.

[pics or it didn't happen] a dono breaks the moment, and you look back to your screen, hoping your sudden fluster goes mostly unnoticed.

"What?"

"I think they mean the dip," Sapnap muses, looking back to the computer.

"Bold of me to assume I could competently dip you," you snorted a self-deprecating laugh, letting the mood settle and shift back to the easy, familiar comfort it was just before... whatever happened between the two of you.

"We can practice," his tone was even and light, though the mental image of the two of you practicing dipping each other in your spare time was enough to bring a smile to your face. Then, looking to chat, you give a sigh of resignation.

"They meant the kiss, obviously they meant the kiss," you roll your eyes good naturedly.

"Yeah, well we can practice that too," he says nonchalantly. It takes all of your self control not to break in that moment, instead remaining calm as your response comes easily.

"Like we're in high school again," you say like you're looking forward to the prospect, then, for good measure, you glance to him, voice dropping to something quieter and knowing, "Dream and I were friends in high school, you know." It takes all of two seconds before Sapnap reels back with laughter, and you fully realise what you've just said, expression morphing into a faintly guilty smile, "I'm so glad he's asleep; he's going to absolutely fillet me for that." Then, taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders, "actually, I mean he is almost definitely going to attempt to German Supplex me or some shit but there's no shame in kissing the homies;" you wear the smuggest grin you can muster, "am I joking? Who knows!"

"No shame in kissing the homies," Sapnap is quick to agree amid laughter, which you echo again, quieter, grinning from ear to ear, "alright, bet," he gives a sharp grin as he shifts closer to you to rest his chin back on your shoulder, arm tucked against yours.

"After the stream," you tell him, smugly parroting his own words back at him, petting his arm fondly.

It's still mostly a joke, or at least, you're pretty sure he's mostly joking, because the stream ends after a few more games, and it isn't brought up again. The tone is still light and fond, and when it's just the two of you, he muses that that was fun, and you thank him for joining.

But nothing happens.

Is it weird that you kind of wish it had?

----

Part of you was worried that the dynamic would shift, or something would feel off, after the initial excitement wore off, after he realised just how little you and Dream had been joking about the inherent lack of personal space or modesty there was around the house. There was respect, of course, and boundaries, but after whether the crucible of middle and high school together and living together for several years, those boundaries and displays of respect looked quiet different to the usual definition. The two of you knew each other arguably too well, and were tuned into each other's non-verbal communication so acutely whole conversations could be had with a single gesture. The amount of love the two of you had for each other would always outweighed any potential shame, but that was a state of being years in the making.

It was borne out of knowing each other too long to feel any kind of shame, or anything beyond platonic love, so your only real hesitation about letting Sapnap move in was scaring him off. So there was an attempt, in the first few weeks, to seem like normal-adjacent housemates after Sapnap moved in.

But some things are force of habit; kind gestures they may be, they may still seem strange to a newcomer.

It hasn't been long since he'd arrived, but you're moving around the kitchen, trying to decide what to make yourself for lunch, when you realise that you have enough to make some for everyone, and that both boys had been streaming for a while without break. Out of habit, you simply rap your knuckles against the kitchen cupboard twice, loudly, and get a faint, answering knock from Dream from his room. A question and answer without interrupting his work.

It's only when you're knocking on Sapnap's door with a plate of food in your hands that it occurs that you that he may not know why. He's bemused, but grateful, and starts to listen out, starts to fit the various bits of nonverbal communication into his own lexicon around the house. Whenever he does, the love that wells up inside you overwhelms you a little , how he's making an effort to understand and adapt to this strange little lifestyle that he'd found himself in, that you'd helped create.

But there's the other thing about this house that you'd grown used to that you have to catch yourself with around Sapnap. Platonic intimacy hadn't bothered you or Dream for a long time now, you treat each other like furniture, had absolutely no concept of modesty, have definitely fallen asleep in each other's beds simply because you wanted to watch a movie and wanted company, and will happily roast the shit out of each other after one's booty call has gone home.

But you don't want to assume with Sapnap, the way it appears you do with Dream, when it's actually an acute understanding of him and his signals. So you ask, you always ask, just as he always asks before he returning the gestures. You're all tactile, but that won't stop you from being respectful.

"'m sleepy," you call through Sapnap's door, well aware that he was live.

"What?" It's half amused, which you can at least tell by now, is permission for you to answer. It's late, almost midnight. Dream's been passed out since midday but your sleep habits were marginally better.

"I'm fookin' sleepy!" You tell him, putting on a voice as you do, "need a fookin' cuddle," you continued, espression wild and comedic for emphasis, tone somehow getting more aggressive, "maybe a kiss on the noggin'." Then, "gib kiss." Immediately, he breaks out into a full smile.

"You alright there dude?"

"Yeah," your demeanour breaks and you give a sheepish grin, dropping your gaze, "I was actually having trouble sleeping and thought I'd bother you instead of Dream since he's already out." Sapnap knows all too well that you have no issues climbing into bed beside Dream if you need the contact, so of course he gives a confused look, "I like hearing you talk, and," you give a half-joking pout, "I'm demanding a hug, please and thank you." His whole expression softens, and he waves you over adamantly.

"Come here, sit in my lap," he's adamant, "come watch me bully Quackity," he grins. Something in your brain stalls as you step towards him, suddenly, quietly making sure that that was okay, but he's nodding insistently. As you sit carefully, revelling in his warmth, he reaches out to unplug his headphones, replacing them with earphones, giving you an ear. You lean back against him gently, and his chin comes to rest on your shoulder.

"Where's my forehead kiss? Why don't you ever ask me to sit in your lap, Sapnap? Huh?" Quackity's faux outrage has you laughing almost immediately, "playing favourites I see," he plays up up his indignance, while Sapnap clicks his tongue dismissively.

"'cos you don't happen to be the love of my life, Quackity," Sapnap rolls his eyes. Something strangely smug and pleased curls it's way around your heart.

"Don't you keep up with the Sapnap lore, this is well established," you add, trying your hardest to remain serious, which only has Quackity wailing that you're both breaking his heart. The statement hangs in the air, and even Q couldn't stop himself from breaking after a moment, the three of you dissolving into laughter. The look you share with Sapnap in this moment, the absolute joy and unguarded fondness in his gaze, there's something there that has your heart beating faster, beating harder.

How many more times are you going to have to listen to him joke about being in love with you before you admit that you it's not a joke for you any more, no matter how much you try to keep your feelings platonic. He hasn't seemed to notice, so for now you stay quiet.

You move from his lap, but take up residence on his bed, curled up and watching his stream on your phone so you could still hear Quackity.

In the moment before he heads off for the bathroom, after muting himself both in the VC and the chat, you do take the moment to warn him;

"Hey, I might fall asleep here, just wake me up when you wanna go to bed and I'll move," though you do give a sleepy shrug, "but also, you know I'm also down for a cute sleepover moment if you just wanna push me to one side." His expression, for a moment, is unreadable, but then, slowly, his smile turns soft.

"I don't... I don't mind," he says gently, tone soft and strangely honest.

"Sleepover it is," you declare brightly; you think you might catch sight of a blush on his cheeks as he leaves.

And when you wake up to a faint jostling, and the room fairly dark now that the stream has obviously ended, you see Sapnap hovering above you, hand gentle on your shoulder.

"Still alright for you to be here?"

"'s your bed, 's up to you," you yawn, wriggling around a little, words only half thought recollections from your earlier bit escaping you, "I love you; give me kiss on the noggin," you mumble insistently, before adding, far sweeter and dreamier, "come cuddle me, it's okay to cuddle the homies." Perhaps, if you were more awake, you would be concerned that it was too much, considering you're tucked into his damn bed. Thankfully, however, he gives a fond chuckle, and even obligingly gives a quick kiss on the forehead.

You wake up with his arm around you, and when you make a gentle shift, he pulls you a little closer.

You consider your half asleep mind a traitor to the part of your mind that's kind of pining for him, since now all you want to do is kiss him all over his damn face to wake him up. But you can't.

You take what you can get, and you let yourself fall back to sleep.

The way he talk about it as the two of you eat a late breakfast together with Dream is so casual, so comfortable.

"I mean, I get it now, it's just nice, you know, like, like-"

"Pack instinct," Dream fills in, and Sapnap's expression lights up.

"Exactly!" Then, looking down into his bowl, his tone turns a little bashful, "I actually so worried that I would feel left out here sometimes, but like, I've never felt like that; you guys... it's still so weird sometimes but it's good weird, you know?"

"I'm going to cry," you coo, leaning over to wrap him up in a tight hug.

"For the record, I don't have cooties or anything if you're feeling like you wanna crash with me," Dream offered sincerely, "pack instinct is nice."

"Single beds are a social construct," you grin. Sapnap matches your energy and enthusiasm, just as he always has.

It has taken a very short time for you and Dream to give up the illusion of being normal, and the same amount of time for Sapnap to take that all in stride.

It's terrible for your heart, but you're still managing to keep your mouth shut. For now.

----

On a hard drive you find in the very bottom of the desk draw you'd just used as a junk drawer, you find a folder labelled 'Potential' and then a sub folder labelled 'bully dream compilation question mark'. For your part, after opening a few videos, it's clear that you had no idea what would become of any of you. You were just trying to be like the YouTubers you looked up to; the irony.

No facecam, questionable framerate, terrible audio, but you still find yourself overwhelmed as you realise the earliest recording you have is of yourself, Dream, George, and Sapnap in a server, and a four-way Skype call together, over six years ago.

"- Dream will never admit he loves me, but his mom loves me, so nothing else matters," you answer, tone lofty and unmistakably teenage.

"Fine, I love you but I'm not weird about it," Dream huffs, sulky, his bleeding heart still managing to shine through his performative, edgy exterior of the time.

"Ugh, there's no fun in that!"

"Don't make me suffer because you're into reading angsty soulmate, AUs right now," he sniped back.

"You say that like you didn't give me the name of your Wattpad account," you lord the information over him, and you know on the other side of the call, he's making a face.

"What do you even mean, to be loved in a weird way?" George asks, blithe and confused.

"Like Frankenstein?" You try, but it comes out more like a question, "like in the book?"

"As if you've read Frankenstein," Dream snorts, though its clear his mood has improved considerably. You make a frustrated noise in the back of your throat at being called out.

"I'd love you in a weird way," Sapnap laughs, "as long as I get to be Frankenstein."

"Okay, yeah, if I get to be Frankenstein I'll agree to love you in a weird way," Dream chimes in, but both you and Sapnap talk over him, essentially telling him he'd lost his opportunity.

"Too late, Dream, you had your chance; Sapnap's my favourite now." Before the clip ends, you hear Sapnap cheer in triumph, George laughs, and Dream simply groans.

It takes you a long time to recover from watching that clip, sitting in your desk chair, eyes wide and glassy. The joke had begun six years ago, with no idea how any of your worlds would change, would shape in the future.

But here and now, you realise you would like to let the joke die. All three of them are your favourite, in their own, distinct way. All important to you.

You put the hard drive back in your drawer, and try to pinpoint when joking about being in romantic love with Sapnap actually stopped being a joke. Not that you'd ever want to admit it, but it was much longer ago than you'd consciously realised.

----

You should have known that Dream would be the one to pick up on it. Sometimes - actually, only right in this moment - you resented how long you'd known each other, how well you knew each other. It's Friday afternoon, Sapnap's streaming, you're researching for your next video, and Dream's... loitering.

"Don't look at me like that," you mutter as you glare at you're computer; you're pretty sure he's not even looking at you. Honestly you'd hazard a guess and say he's still probably in the same place he was when you'd glanced over your shoulder at him about three minutes ago; sitting on your bed with his legs crossed, doubled over with his whole face pressed into Patches' side.

"I'm not looking at you," he says flatly, muffled by cat fur, as you suspected.

"Your vibes are looking at me; say what you want to say or take your vibes elsewhere."

Patches is purring loudly, you're typing away furiously, and for the moment, Dream is silent. An adorable meow turns into a yawn behind you, and Dream gives a fond hum in response, but you press your lips into a thin line and act like you still don't know why he's here. After a moment, you make kissy noises, and a high-trill; Patches immediately perks up and leaves her spot on Dream's lap to rub herself against your legs, and climb into your lap. You both know it's petty, but you still refuse to look at him.

"I'm not making things weird, he hasn't noticed, I'm not hurting anyone by having a crush; it'll go away," you insisted, finally breaking the silence, and Dream lets out an irritated groan, throwing himself back on your bed.

"You're making yourself miserable -"

"I'm not -"

"You can lie to yourself but you can't lie to me!" He cries, and your hands go still on your keyboard for a moment. Looking down, Patches is looking up at you; you like to think there's care in her eyes, but you're not certain. She starts purring. "I know you better than that," Dream's voice is soft, "I knew before we even asked him to move in."

"And you still asked?"

"I admit I didn't think playing fuckin' matchmaker with my two best friends who are clearly into each other would take this long -"

Wait, what?

"So he's not..." You cut him off before you can even properly process, "you know he's not joking? All that stuff we say, it's..." you turn slowly to face him, scratching Patches little head as you find yourself thinking back on every interaction you'd shared with Sapnap over the past few years.

"I love you both you guys," he sounds like a deeply disappointed father trying to talk his kid through the simplest process, "but you're embarrassingly slow on the uptake; I literally had to ask him how long he'd, like, legit been into you, and I think I actually saw a lightbulb go off above his head -" he pauses, angling his head to level a smirk at you, "the answer is longer than he will ever admit, and definitely longer than he realised, by the way."

"You're a snitch," you tell him, all kinds of fond and grateful despite the words themselves. Right up until he seems to take that as some kind of go-ahead and gives a sharp grin, pulling out his phone. After a few moments, you hear a crash from upstairs -

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Sapnap's voice fills the entire house, furious and horrified; Dream is on his feet in an instant, at your window, opening it -

"What the fuck did you do?!" You hissed as he somehow already as a leg out, dangling over the garden bed outside your window. You look from Dream to your computer, opening Twitch into a new tab despite Dream wearing a shit-eating grin and wedging himself out of your window, simply telling you that he was speeding things up.

"I love you guys, everything will work out; talk like adults!" He insisted, as if he just hadn't managed to fill the house with chaos in less than a minute. Patches makes a break for the window, but thankfully Dream scoops her up as she leaps out.

According to your screen, Sapnap's stream ended thirty seconds ago.

The door to your room opens right as your whole torso is out your window, calling threats after Dream as he made his way through the back yard to the back door.

"I'm going to beat you to death with your bullshit expensive keyboard!"

"Get in line," you hear from behind you, and when you haul yourself back into your room, you turn to see Sapnap wearing a scowl, looking at the open window, "did he really leave through your window? What a child," he huffed.

"What did he send to you?" You ask, frown adorning your own features, something protective and angry in your chest.

"What do you - what do you mean? I thought- he was just in here, didn't he tell you -?" He presses his lips together, irate and flustered.

"He says a lot of things; what did he send to you, are you okay?"

It takes Sapnap a few moments to let go of his initial burst of confusion and fury, but as he does, he can't meet your gaze, shifting, leaning against your doorframe. You think you hear the back door, but you let it slide.

"Nothing, he - nothing, I'm paranoid," Sapnap takes a deep breath, though there's a flush to his cheeks, "I'm being stupid, you know? And, like, yeah kinda massively paranoid," he huffs out a long breath, sagging against your doorframe and looking at his hands, "I - we just talked a few days ago and you guys are like, drift compatible as hell so I was so worried he'd say something, or you'd figure it out -"

"Was it..." you paused, and finally, he looks to you, nervousness suddenly written all over his face, "I don't know how to say this in a way that isn't blunt," you give a faint, humourless laugh, "looking back, do you know when it stopped being a joke?"

"What?" He asks softly, eyes wide, expression hesitant. It takes you a moment, but it feels like the right moment.

"I'm in love with you." No audience, but there is a faint, adoring smile on your face, "we've established this."

He blinks at you, once, twice, then he slowly stands to his full height.

"When it stopped being a joke?" He asks as he comes to the realisation of what you meant, what you've just said, "for me?" Behind him, you see Dream giving you a thumbs up as he carries Patches upstairs. So you pull Sapnap into your room, closing the door behind him. Privacy, or as much as can be expected.

"You're in love with me?" His tone is genuinely curious, even a little hopeful, as he sits on the edge of your bed.

"I love you, but I'm also, yeah, I'm in love with you," you nod once, while trying to mask the way your stomach was doing nervous somersaults, "if that's okay with you."

"Of course it's- dude, of course it's okay- that snitch told you I loved you, right? Well he wasn't lying," suddenly bright and full of joy, Sapnap's grin is blinding. He reaches out; you've been standing, hovering in the middle of the small room, but you gladly take his hand. Pulling you back to him, you stand in the space he makes for you, holding his face gently as he looks up at you for the moment.

"This the end goal for your ten year plan?" You asked faintly, amusement creasing at the corners of your eyes, and it takes him a moment to catch up, to remember, but you get to see the mirth as it paints its way across his features.

"Something like that..."

"True love and shit?" You tease, and he flushes with embarrassment.

"Shut up," he groans, though he's not mad when you chose to lean in and kiss him as answer instead. It's hard to describe the peace that settles in your chest when you finally get to kiss him, warm and passionate and tasting inexplicably like finally, finally, finally. The warmth that blooms in your chest when you're around spreads through you, from the tips of your fingers as you wrap your arms around his neck, to the ends of your toes as your enthusiasm has you overbalancing, tipping back until you're suddenly hovering above him as he grins up at you from your bed.

You've been here before, been held tight and burning with the way he keeps you close, but you laugh breathlessly now, murmuring that you love him against his lips as it feels like the words might overwhelm you if you didn't speak them out loud, if you didn't make sure he heard them, if you didn't make sure he knew they were the truth. He revels in hearing them, and says it back without hesitation, hands warm and secure and familiar in a way that's both grounding and electrifying all at once.

Somehow, despite the axis of your world shifting, things with Dream don't feel out of place. You threaten to spear tackle him as you hug him at his desk, face pressed against his shoulder.

"Don't get it all twisted, I meddled for purely selfish reasons;" he pauses, but doesn't look away from his game before he explains, "it makes me happy to see you guys happy." He's trying not to smile. He's failing miserably.

And while you don't confirm anything officially online, you also don't hide anything. You call each other cute nicknames, and make each other laugh just as you always have. You sit in on parts of his stream, and you kiss his cheek before you leave. It's one of the most clipped segments from his stream in recent memory, only topped by the clip of you yawning and stretching and mumbling about how you need to go to bed, and you lean in to kiss him quickly before you stand. You don't leave, you walk through the back of the frame and flop directly onto Sapnap's bed.

The people around you know.

"They're so cute together, it's so sweet honestly," Karl gushes in the few moments Sapnap steps away from a joint stream and chat asks him what he thinks of the two of you.

"You guys are gross I think I'm going to stay in England forever actually," George jokes on stream a few weeks later after Sapnap brings you food and kisses you on the temple, and you'd explained the little non-verbal bits of communication around the house, "it's just knocking and kisses, that sounds kind of horrific," but you know he's grinning despite himself.

When you hit your sub goal and agree to film a video of you finally attempting to dip Sapnap, you leave 'and kiss him sweetly on the lips' out of the official wording, but it still makes it to the final cut. Even after all the times you drop him; he laughs it off, though you still make sure he's alright. There's so many outtakes that don't make it, but that you treasure, quietly, overwhelmed seeing how loving the look in your eyes is as you watch each other.

"Why'd I let her drop me all those times? Why'd I agree to that video in the first place?" Sapnap finds himself growing defensive on stream after you post the video, frowning into his camera, "it's simple, actually -" and he pulls the microphone so close to his mouth his lips are against the pop filter, though before he can even say anything, he seems to be interrupted by something at his door, and he gestures for you to come in. Bemused, you agree, trotting over and gladly taking your place in his lap as he offered it. It takes a moment for him to reangle the microphone to get the comedic effect, but finally he gets there, glaring into the barrel of his camera, and voice loud and overbearing for effect as he peaks his microphone.

"Because I'm in love with her, obviously. Next question."

[potter-imagines]

Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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Fluff Alphabet - Sapnap

cc!Sapnap x Reader (Romantic)

Reader Pronouns: None Mentioned (They/Them)

Summary: Fluff Alphabet for Sapnap

Word Count: 3.0k (3,059) words

DSMP Masterlist

Published: 20/01/2022

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?)

Sapnap is very affectionate, even though at times he'll refuse to admit it. If someone was to straight-up ask him if he's an affectionate guy then he would just deny it.

He will constantly be trying to hold your hand when you're in the outside world, but on camera will dial the affection down due to some of your fans being hateful for the fact you two are together.

He will come up behind you at random times and latch onto you like a koala and will refuse to let you go. He will occasionally do this on stream as well.

B = Before (What were they like before they asked you out?)

Sapnap always used to blush around you, and would occasionally stutter when you'd ask him something because he'd usually get caught staring at you. He would always make sure to include you in conversations or would make plans with you or include you in any group plans that you could join.

But god help him if he got caught stuttering and blushing in front of Dream because then the older man wouldn't stop teasing him for it. He did offer Sapnap advice on how to act around so he was less nervous around you. Dream also gave him some advice on how to ask you out which he may or may not have used later on.

C = Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

Sapnap is either being cuddled and partially laying on top of you, or you're trapped in his arms and you can't move as he spoons you.

He loves to just wrap himself in your arms as you run your hand through his hair. There's just something about it that makes him feel so safe and loved, that it's now become his new favourite way to cuddle you. He'll lay his head down either on your chest so you can access his head better to give him head, and the occasional beard scratches. He just melts under your touch and sinks into you. Sap will also wrap his arms around you without making it too uncomfortable for his arms to go dead but enough so that he can still hold you.

Other times, he'll pull you into him and just cling onto you like a koala. Sap will have one arm under your neck, and the other around your waist, pulling you into him. However, sometimes he'll make you face him so that he can see your smile and whisper you endless compliments as his arms wrap protectively around you.

D = Dreams (Do they picture their future with you? If so, is there anything specific they want?)

Sapnap has pictured a future with you many times. He loves you so much that he never wants to leave you and can't imagine anyone else being in his life. With the exception of George and Dream, because who doesn't want those two in their lives.

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g. my life, my world…?)

You are my ender dragon.

Call him cringe but because the ender dragon is like the end game boss and that's one of the goals of Minecraft, he's pictured it as his end. You are the final thing he wants in life. I mean, there are a few things he does want but that's behind the point. You are his finale and he couldn't see it any other way.

F = Feelings (How did they know they were in love?)

He didn't. Not at least until Dream points it out to him fully that Sapnap need to stop being a wimp and confess his feelings to you before he misses his chance.

This caused Sapnap to take a full step back and actually realise that he had feelings for you. After spending many days over thinking and reassurance from Dream about feelings and such, he finally came to terms with the fact that he was probably in love.

G = Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Sapnap likes to give you gifts. He pays attention to what your interests are and will listen when you ramble about it. From these conversations, he'll store you're favourite character or thing about it and will hunt down any items or merchandise from that for you.

If both of you are into the same thing and he can get hoodies to do with it, he'll buy two of them in a larger size so he can wear both and let them smell like him for you or will make you wear them first.

It became a regular thing where once every week or two he would gently throw a parcel at you that contains the new thing he got you. This has sometimes led to you trying to convince him to stop spending money on you but because Dream hasn't started making him pay rent he has a bit extra left to splurge on you, and himself of course.

H = Holding Hands (How do they like to hold hands? Is there any time they’re against it?)

If the option to hug you isn't available, Sapnap will latch onto your nearest hand. He doesn't care how he holds it, just that he gets to hold your hand.

A lot of the time he will thread his fingers between yours and rub his thumb across the back of your hand, but he's not opposed to holding your hand any other way.

I = Injury (How would they act if you got hurt?)

He goes into full-on panic mode whenever you get injured.

It doesn't matter to him if it's just a small paper cut or a broken bone, he will become a mother hen. The first aid kit is always stocked with anything you could potentially need and he always makes sure to buy plasters every time you go shopping for groceries. And god forbid you end up in the hospital, he is panicking out of his mind.

If you have periods, he will check on you at least four times each day to see if you need or want anything because he doesn't want you to be in pain, especially after he learnt that period cramps were smaller versions of contractions that would happen during labour. Oh boy does he make sure you're okay.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?)

Spanap? Jealous?

You'd be lying to yourself if you said he wasn't.

It mainly comes with the fact your attention gets stolen by Patches a lot of the time and it ends up becoming petty jealousy because of that.

If he's jealous that someone else has your attention he will either come up to you and wrap his arms around you from behind whilst letting you continue with your conversation or if you're sat down he'll sit next to you if possible and will hold your hand.

Unless it's Punz to which it's on sight. He will jokingly pick you up and move you away the first time or will glare at him.

K = Kiss (Do they exchange kisses often? Where do they like to kiss?)

Sapnap's second favourite thing to do is kiss you. His first is cuddles and the third... Well, I'll leave that up to your imagination.

He will leave kisses all over your face and jaw in the morning whilst refusing to let you out of his arms. Let him simp in peace okay. He just wants to appreciate you and maybe start something, but anyways.

Sap likes to kiss you a lot. Forehead kisses are a must and so are cheek kisses, and neck kisses, and sweet quick kisses, and kisses where he attempts to pour all his feelings into them, and kisses to piss off Dream, and kisses to just kiss you.

L = Love Confession (How would they confess their feelings?)

Sapnap just blurted it out when he picked you up from the airport when you moved to come and live with him. The feeling that went through him as he finally got to hold you in his arms just caused him to vomit out his feelings towards you.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favourite memory was when Dream took him to the airport to pick you up.

You were finally moving in with Sapnap (and Dream, unfortunately) as the two of you were in a long-distance relationship and we're finally getting the chance to live together. As the two of you hadn't seen each other in months Sapnap was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.

As he was standing outside the car Dream was sitting in waiting for you to arrive he was staring at the lifts which you were going to be coming out of any second. He turned around momentarily to speak to Dream before looking back to see you walking towards him.

He sprinted towards you before pulling you into his arms, finally getting to hold you for the first time in months. It was also the first time he said 'I love you' because at that moment nothing else mattered but you.

N = Nicknames (What do they call their partner?)

Darling. Babe. Baby. Or a shortened version of your name/streamer alias if possible.

He's a typical southern man or a chad. There is no in-between when it comes to nicknames from him. He'll simp for you but use the most basic pet names because it's Sapnap.

O = Orange (What colour do they associate with you?)

Yellow.

For some reason, unbeknownst to him, you seem happy and excited over things (even if you aren't). Even on a no bones day, you somehow manage to make it positive and brighten up his day if he doesn't feel the best.

You've always had that ability to make him smile as you walk into the room, to make him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

In front of Dream, Sapnap gives no shits. He will be constantly pulling you into his arms or having a hand on you at any moment possible. If the three of you are in the kitchen he will come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, leaning his head on his shoulder causing Dream to just roll his eyes. Sometimes Sap will take it further and start pressing kisses against your neck and on the side of your head to which Dream will do one of four things. He'll either a, flat out ignore it, b, make a sarcastic comment or tell you to get a room, c, will make fake retching noises, or d, if Patches is there he'll pick up the cat and scold the two of you for scarring her.

But, when the two of you went to go see Karl, he dialled down on the PDA not wanting to make the brunette too uncomfortable, and also because he was a bit shy of expressing his love for you in front of him. However, Karl honestly gave no shits and would just join the two of you in your cuddle sessions (with consent of course).

However, on camera, Sapnap becomes very shy and doesn't like to show a lot of PDA. This is partly because some of his so-called fans hate the fact that he's with you and that you get a ton of backlash whenever the two of you are affectionate on stream together. But he will of course hug you on stream and maybe place a kiss on your hand or face. But other than that he keeps it to the minimum.

Q = Quality time (How do they like to spend time with you?)

Videogames or cuddling. There is no in-between.

Sometimes the two of you will do both, you playing on your Nintendo switch sat leaning back against his chest whilst he's playing Minecraft or something else on his PC. His head will be resting on your shoulder and normally the two of you will be having full-on conversations. Occasionally one of you will pause in what you're doing and press a kiss to the others cheek, or Sapnap will pause and wrap his arms around you.

Cuddle sessions vary from time to time, but usually, it results in the two of you lounging in bed watching a new show or a few movies. At least one of you is known to fall asleep, and it's usually Sapnap from you running your hands through his hair and giving him beard scratches.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Sapnap tries to keep you in bed on a rainy day, and if you don't have a stream until later then he usually manages. This leads to you two binge-watching whatever the new show you started and making hot chocolate rather than coffee.

Sometimes Dream will attempt to join the two of you, specifically for the hot chocolate.

S = Smile (What makes them smile without fail?)

Getting to see you each day and then he's hit with the thought that you're his (as in partner, he doesn't own you or what you do and he's fully respectful of your choices). That always brings a smile to his face and also seeing you with Patches.

You just smiling and looking at him full of love just makes his heart swell in adoration for you.

T = Truth-telling (How do they tell their fans they are in a relationship? How do they act on camera with you?)

With the two of you both being content creators, you both knew that the internet can be a terrible place which was why you had told your fans yet.

Sapnap and you had gotten one of the many photos Dream had taken of the two of you and were planning on posting it on Sapnaps Instagram after the two of you had announced that you were together at the beginning of your stream.

It had taken the two of you a while to decide to tell your fans because the two of you were afraid of their responses, knowing what Twitter and stan culture could be like when their favourite person gets a significant other.

U = Understanding (How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Sapnap believes that he knows you quite well. Well, at least the stuff you like and dislike, and what your favourite hoodie of his is, and your favourite outfit, and so on and so forth.

He's usually able to tell when you're getting stressed over something or when you're upset at something not going right, so he always tries to be there for you.

V = Vaquita (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He wants another cat.

He sees the way you are with Patches, Dream's cat having both of your hearts and after having to leave his cats (and dog) behind in Texas, he was thinking about getting another one for a while.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon?)

If you wake up after Sapnap, he will not let you move out of bed and will constantly say, "Five more minutes", rather than letting either of you get up. His arms will be wrapped tightly around you, even if he has his head laid on your chest. He will stop you from getting out of bed.

Usually, to escape his grasp, you have to pepper his face in kisses and promise to cuddle later with him. If you make it out of bed, he will follow behind you and latch onto your back like a koala if possible. He eventually lets go of you and allows the two of you to go about your day.

X = eXtra Time (Do they ever wish they had more time to spend with you?)

With the two of you both being twitch streamers and content creators, sometimes the days would pass by quickly and neither of you would get a chance to see the other a lot.

So of course Sapnap wished he had more time to spend with you. To be fair, it was only really you that was busy each day with editing the occasional video and sitting in recording sessions and then streaming regularly.

So yeah. Whilst you were busy streaming Minecraft, Sap would sit in your streaming room at the side to just sit with you and spend more time with you.

He is a simp that wants all of your time and attention.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

This man is a simp and has thought many times about wanting to put a ring on your finger. He just wants to call you his forever and every time he thinks about his future you're always there with him.

He did bring it up to Dream once to see what his roommate thought about it. The blonde just told him to give it a year at least and that if he still wants to marry you then he should think about proposing.

Z = ZZzzzz (How heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep?)

Sapnap now can't sleep without you. And if you leave his arms whilst he's sleeping he will wake up. This has fucked over his sleeping schedule so many times.

If he ends up staying up into the early hours of the morning and goes to bed late, when you get up in the morning so you can plan stuff for your own streams and attend your own meetings, he always ends up waking up with you.

Unlike him, you had a streaming schedule which meant you had to get up each day and get stuff done before streaming. Lots of times this has meant that you have ended up sitting at your desk with him either on your lap or in a chair next to you having a nap, or you bring your laptop back to bed with you so that Sapnap can sleep next to you.

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Dear Technoblade,

So, if you’re reading this book it means you’ve escaped without me, and I’m probably dead.

[ /dream smp roleplay, implied c!dream death, canon divergent! ]

I’m glad you got out even if both of us didn’t. It might be selfish but I’m glad you were there even for a while with me. The last few months have been pretty okay with you there. You were good company.

…Don’t let it get to your head, bacon.

But yeah, like I said, if you’re reading this, I probably haven’t survived. Quackity and Sam are probably going to kill me if I’m still stuck in here, and since they know I’m never giving them the revive book, they’re not going to keep me alive much longer.

It’s weird to talk about your own death before it happens. I hope it was… quick and painless, though knowing Quackity—

(The line is scribbled out.)

Thank you for trying to save me. Thank you for keeping me from giving up hope. Thank you for being my friend.

I don’t have much to leave, honestly, so a will feels dumb, but I dunno. I thought I should leave one anyway.

Think of it as my finished symphony, haha.

The other books I gave you are prison plans and Sam and Quackity’s weaknesses. I know you’ll try and take them down. I hope you succeed. If anyone can, it’s you.

I leave my weapons to Sapnap. I leave my armour to George. Tell them I’m sorry I didn’t make it back.

I leave Punz coordinates. He’ll know where to look. Tell him that I’m sorry I didn’t pay him more. They were a good mercenary and a better friend.

To you, I leave everything else I own, which isn’t a lot. More importantly, I leave… the hope you can live happily and in peace. Like I couldn’t.

To everyone else I leave an apology. It doesn’t really matter if they accept it or not, I guess — it doesn’t really count for much, considering I’m dead, and it’s probably too late for an apology, but it’s something. It’s all I can really do, at this point.

Tech, if you could do one thing for me:

If Tommy still has Spirit (my horse)‘s leather, I’d like to be buried with it. I miss them a lot.

I’ve rambled pretty long already. You’re sleeping next to me as I write this. Prime, this is so weird.

Don’t forget about me. Promise you won’t forget about me.

Your friend,

Dream.

(P.S. Tell Ranboo I’m proud of him.)