#dsmp sapnap

[nikaizkool]

How they’d cuddle you 😻😻😻😘

Beanie trio + oxey duo

•George

Literally cradle you, wrapping his arms and legs around you like one of those hair claws practically trapping you in his grasp with his head tucked in your neck. If you try to get up he’d mumble into your neck/shoulder “mmmmmnoooooo stayyyyyy” and if you managed to escape he’d kiss your cheek and try to get you to come back to his comfort. “Mmmmmmmmm—love come back” he’d pull you back and cuddle you.

• Sapnap

He’d lay his head in your chest with his torso on your thighs and his hands cuddling your waist. If you tried to pull away he’d squeeze you to him groaning into your chest “nononononono—stay please” he’d low key just trap you by switching the position between you two where your head is in his chest and your torso is on his thighs. Eventually he’d let you go but he’d follow you around everywhere.

• Quackity 😻

His knees bent up between your stomach his head above yours and your head in his chest and your knees cradled up next to his, his arms around the small of your back and your hands closing the gap between you two by holding onto his chest. If you tried to get up he’d just slowly pull away from you looking back up at you “no more? :(“ you’d nod and he’d get up with you, following you around by your hand leading him around like a lost puppy.

• Wilbur

His lanky arms gently laying on top of you while your in fetal position with his head laying gently in the crook of your neck he’d smile into your neck whenever you made the slightest movement. Lowkey would probably lay his head in your thighs and fall asleep while you massage his hair but if you tried to get up from any position he’d groan “mnoooo come back— my love.” He’d put his hands on each side of your face and press a kiss to your forehead letting you leave and do whatever

•Charlie

He’d let you rest your head on his chest while his arm is wrapped around your shoulder with your hand resting on his stomach. If you’d troed to get up he’d lean down to kiss your forehead “why are you leaving? D:” he’d change position to where you were wrapped in both his arms and your head is tucked in his neck. If he let you get up he’d give you one last kiss before falling back to sleep.

[axolchys]

omg omg omg guys

imagine

You’re on sapnap’s bed, scrolling through twitter.

Suddenly, the door busts open.

“Baby. I need you.” Sapnap says. “Huh? Whats up?” You ask, worried. He walks towards you, slams his lips against yours.

He places his hand on your back, slowly guiding you two to the bed. “Fuck baby.” He grunts. “Hold on, hold on.” He says, walking to his pc.

You take a moment to yourself. You think this is strange because you guys don’t normally do this. Plus the boys are over—

Nick looks at you, smiling.

You look at him with the straightest face ever.

Cbat started playing.

“YOU FUCKING—” You yell.

“What?” His voice cracking, “Do you want a different song?” He giggles then plays dream’s speed running music.

You grab a pillow to throw at him. You grab another one to cover your face and scream as the other boys open the door, hysterically laughing.

“I’m— I’m about to speed— run that pussy.” Nick laughs. You groan.

“Im about to speed run our relationship, idiot.” You laugh along.

—

I wonder what happened to that couple 😭

[cherrynwinesk]

Dream team headcanon's

Girlfriend with period

⚠️ : Fluff with a bit suggestive / nsfw, discomfort, teasing

Gender: female reader

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear

Master list

Dream

• You wouldn't need to tell him, he realized as soon as he saw how everything around you irritated you.

•"Oh honey, you have your period right?" And you go from upset to embarrassed

•he would send you to bed immediately to rest

•If you need to get up, he would carry you like a princess and take you by the waist so you don't have to make too much effort.

•Gives you George's cookies so you can eat something while he's away

•he would ask you if you have enough sanitary pads or tampons

• If you don't have one, he immediately grabs his car keys and goes shopping for you.

•He would return with chocolate, cupcakes, medicine and more sweets to make you feel better

• He probably forgot the pads/tampons and remembered it while he was walking through the parking lot

•He buy a heat pack for the cramps in your belly

• He would give you everything buy and he would stand there waiting like a puppy for you to invite him to bed next to you.

• He would put his big hands on your belly with the intention of calming the pain

• I would tell you random things to make you forget about the discomforts

•You laughed very hard and you felt how the blood went down

•"I won't tell any more jokes I'm sorry"

• Movies or YouTube videos to pass the time

• You fell asleep with your head on his chest and he combed your hair.

•Maybe you are one of the girls who feels a little horny during your period and Dream knows it, but he would wait for you to ask him or take the first step

•He would let you know that if you want to do it he would not refuse and he would make you feel very comfortable.

•Once you mentioned it, he would offer to use his mouth without any fear of taste you

George

•Probably the period came without warning, your pants are slightly stained on your butt

• George is not prudent at all, he would try as hard as he could to see your ass stained while you fight not to look at him walking backwards because you would be embarrassed

• In the end he won, and in JOKE he would be upset saying something like "disgusting"

•You know it's a joke and he does it to annoy you, actually the last thing George would feel for you would be disgust, but seeing that you were embarrassed by it he wanted to annoy you

• You know it's a joke, but you're there at his house, with stained light-colored pants, you don't have a tampon or sanitary pad on, you were colicky, and you weren't in the mood for jokes.

• he would apologize and tell you that he is joking as soon as he saw you roll your eyes in annoyance

• After apologizing many times, he would let you into his shower.

•He gave you his clothes, any black shirt and some black shorts, all in a dark color in case there is another accident again, it won't be noticeable like the last time

•It was not necessary to go out and buy pads / tampons because you had some in your bag

• George gives you some of his food, cookies or he would sacrifice one of his favorite chocolates that Dream gave him for Christmas just for you.

•he'd get medicine for your headaches and your belly and he would put them on the table in front of you together with a glass of water

•He would order your favorite food at home

•Harry Potter marathon maybe

•He would give you your space and more knowing that he made you angry a while ago

•But you only want him close so you stay curled up on the couch watching the movies

•You'd both fall asleep for a long time

• He knows that sometimes your period upsets your hormones and sometimes you were horny but he learned not to push you and ask him to.

•He wouldn't touch you for fear of hurting you since your body becomes very sensitive on these dates of the month

•It wouldn't bother him at all to "stain his sword with blood"

• But he doesn't make any movements so as not to make you feel uncomfortable

•He would only get up from the back of the chair to take your jaw and kiss you slowly, he would increase the intensity of the kiss and go down to your neck

•He does it with the intention that you ask him to touch you

Sapnap

•Sapnap would notice if you complain about colic

• You would be sitting in his chair and the pain in your belly would come suddenly, you would immediately put your hands on your belly and complain about the pain.

•He would prepare you some chamomile tea

• he would cook you anything you wanted to eat and wouldn't let you help him so you wouldn't force yourself

• he would get you pads or tampons

•He would send a message to his mother to ask what medication to take in case of colic

•He would rub your belly to try to reduce the pain

• He would offer to give you a massage on your back and waist.

•He would lay you on his chest so you can sleep

•He would massage to the sides of your head to try to reduce the headache

•He would treat you as if you were a baby, he would speak to you low and very sweet

• Caress your thighs sweetly once you're comfortable

•He knows that sometimes you feel a little horny, so after your nap and you feel better, he would offer to massage your breasts with the excuse "baby's are sensitive, let me take care of it."

• Once he hugs you from behind with both hands on your breasts he would start doing it "innocently"

•he would start kissing your neck and just say things like "an orgasm can help the cramps" "you'll feel better" "I promise I'll be gentle so I don't hurt you"

•It convinces you and he was right, he help reduce your pain

[sugarnies]

😴

[n0l4nfiction]

I KNOW WE'RE NOT MOOTS BUT I HAVE SAPNAP BRAINROT AND YOU SEEM NICE

BROO NOT MOOTS MY ASS, NOW WE ARE :)

we also don’t gotta be moots for requests just a fyi

also since you didn’t specify what you wanted i just did relationship head canons :)

sapnap x reader hcs

ass smacker, without a doubt, he especially runs when he does it. he’ll like smack it as hard as he can and just bolt away

screaming matches. are a. must. there’s something for y’all to argue about, especially when it’s something stupid, and y’all are gonna scream in the middle of your shared kitchen about naruto as loud as you can in the most loving way ever.

random water balloon fights are also a must… but in the rain!!!

will scream in the most pitchy voice taylor swift songs in the car. he also hogs the passenger seat because he’s a little shit so hope you can drive

[klouwu]

he deserves it !!!!!

[thequeenopower]

She Loves Me More! ; Sapnap

I laid on Clay's couch filming Patches as she played with a toy. She looked up at me as I made a noise and came running to me.

"She loves me guys, what can I say?" I said to the camera before I posted it to my story.

"Hewwo Patchy! How is mah babie doin?" I talked to her in a baby voice that made her tilt her head.

"Ever heard if you keep talking like that your voice will get stuck," Nick said walking in.

"I think you got it mixed up, it's your face will get stuck." He laughed and went to find Clay.

~~~

"Thanks for watching Patches while we were away in LA" Clay picked a sleeping Patches up from my arms.

"No problem. She loves me so it was a hassle." Nick came up to us.

"Oh no, no, no, no. She loves me." Nick took Patches in his hands.

"No, she loves me." I took the cat from him.

"No me!" Nick took it back.

"Alright! Settle down, kids. While don't we have a contest to see who she loves."

Nick and I sat next to each other as Clay put the cat onto the floor.

"Com'ere Patches!" Nick said first. She turned in his direction.

"Over here, baby. I wuv you my wittle patchy!" Patches instantly ran toward me and into my waiting arms.

"Ha! She loves me!" I stuck my tongue out in Nick's face.

"Well, she isn't the only one who loves you."

All im saying is that my old wattpad imagines book was cringy but there were some good stories in here like this one and the omegle one. Theyre both orignially Misfit themed so i have to change them but i promise theyre my book and all written by me <3

[archfey-edda]

Losing memories and losing time.

Check out the free @dreamoirezine for more wonderful content!

[tang0w0tek]

George: Come on, Sapnap. Nobody actually believes that Dream is in love with me.

Sapnap, to the group: Raise your hand if you think that Dream is helplessly in love with George.

*Everyone raises their hand*

George: Dream, put your hand down. 

[nikaizkool]

bro ur insecure bf hcs were really cool 😭‼️ but i’m kinda wanna know what u were gonna write for lying gf hcs 🫣🫣 soo like mayhe if u wanna write them 😪😪 if u wanna no pressure 👍🏻👍🏻

👍👍👍 I don’t rlly have a life so 🤭🤭🤭

Dtk + tnt duo x lying gf

•Dream

Skeptical when you lie about something serious “are you lying my dear?” When you deny he acts dumb about everything (it’s hella annoying) until you confess about the lying

•George

Oblivious his dumbass doesn’t care just as long as your alright but sometimes if he is bothered by a lie coz he knows it’s a lie he’ll take hide your stuff and give you the silent treatment

•Sapnap

Very unbothered by lies, he’ll lie right back to your face.

•Karl

Confront you with the sweetest smile basically guilt tripping you into telling the truth

•Wilbur

He’ll like George he’ll give you the silent treatment and pay more attention to his phone than you.

•Quackity

Dramatic. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME” that kinda stuff. He’d still love you tho, unless you lied about where your going and who was going

[tredderwrite]

Anywhere ~ Sapnap

Summary: late night drive w/ sap drabble :P

Word count: 800 ish

Pairing: Sapnap / gn!reader

Warnings: none

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“Hey” his voice rang through the room, hushed and hazy, harmonizing with the creak of your newly opened bedroom door. Your eyes immediately search for the clock, bright red digits flashing back at you, 2:37 AM. “Hi?” you retorted, voice still caught up in a dream state. Energy surged through the room with his upbeat tone, surprising for the very commonly known chill guy. “Wanna come with me for a drive?” he was hopeful, excited to even ask to have you with him, and even though you felt the warmth of the sheets beneath you tug at your tired mind, you couldn’t help but agree. “Sure, where?” “Anywhere, I don’t really have a plan…” Leaning forward you smiled at his antics, pushing your body fully off the bed in order to join him, jacket in hand.

He held the door, hand on the frame, guarding your head against any possible injuries from the hard metal, softly closing behind you. Circling the front bumper, he ran around the car to the driver's side, taking his seat before he turned to you, reaching right across your shoulders. A simple gest, really, but one that would solidify in your mind like a freshly scratched record, replaying the way his hand grazed against you as he pulled your seatbelt across your body, securing it gently. Your body blazing in a trail his knuckles softly passed. 

Quickly, he started up the car, not wasting time, though not much could be wasted at nearly three in the morning. And so it went, you watched the street lights flicker right above, casting shadows on your arms draped idly out the window, feeling the air weave through your fingers. Stopping at a red light he took the sensation away, pulling your body in now that it was gone, leaning back into your seat instead; automatically turning your head to look at him, maybe, more admire than look, yes, to admire him, unaware of how piercing your gaze had become. He felt your eyes on him, a familiar nervousness returning to his system as he turned to meet them, greeted by your smile which only seemed to worsen the color creeping up his face. 

“What?” he asked, almost choking on the cliche. You felt it too, a sudden urge to react at how laughable the situation truly was. But you had no better answer, so you let it play out.

“Nothing.” Upon your uttering, there was an immediate burst of laughter, both of you agreeing on the absurdity.

Whether it was the moment or the sleep deprivation, you found yourself speaking once again, “This is definitely your good side.” And though spoken through a quiet giggle, you hoped he knew you weren’t really kidding. Hard to tell when the boy beside you only shook his head, silently continuing your drive, the lights finally freeing you from their truth-serum prison. There was a change of pace this time, instead of his usual driving, you were met with a much stronger surge forth, your back pressed against the cushion of the passenger side, speeding down the highway unexpectedly. 

He didn’t exactly do it on purpose, barely even noticing the way his foot pressed down on the pedal, not paying much attention, over-focused on your words, and the heat burning up his cheeks; thankful for the dim lights. Allowing your head to fall to the side, you looked over at him once again, now through the big mess of hair flying all around your face, only catching whatever glimpse you could get before the air spun around you, covering your eyes. He kept the windows down, his hair flowing back, though unlike yours, his was fine-tuned, waving through slowly, every light passed sent rays down, illuminating the very outline of his hair, a golden halo forming with each. 

It wasn’t long before he stopped again, pulling in a lookout, right off the road. There was a thick silence wrapped around you both, dancing on the line between comforting and awkward, not the most desired of responses, but it put you at ease knowing he didn’t mind. A fact you’ve observed a while back, back when you started to develop your feelings for him, he was okay with almost anything you said, never once rejecting your praise. 

Your thoughts interrupted by the sudden flash of light right above you, signaling the door opened. He traced the confusion on your face for a split second, amused. 

“Come on!”  

Stepping out you watched him lean back on the hood, observing the stars above. Noticing your presence, he turned to face you instead, that same soft look he always gave you, just you. His arm stretched out, motioning you closer, and you fell right in, his shoulder right against your cheek. One look, not much, but it said enough.

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an: sorry this feels unfinished I've had this google doc open since july I had to get it out of my system

[cherrynwinesk]

the colored shoes are back in Vidcon

[teethkid67]

HII for doodle requests can i request csapnap with a big ol sharp teethy grin perhaps ..<3

i have not drawn this motherfucker in EONS

[milesinhiding]

I saw this on tumblr and well I just had too...

(Ps: I'm so fcking high rn but I hope this is as funny to me as it is to someone else)

[sykokilljoyy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to leave.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[supine-ly]

There’s been a funny resurgence of attention to my hero au doodles so ive decided to feed it a little:D Hero callahan and also Bad, cus besties