#sap nap blurb

[theemporium]

Hi!! For your mini Christmas blurb celebration could I request drinking cocoa with Quinn? 🥹❤️

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Laugh all you want, Hughes, but you’re gonna be eating your own words soon.”

Quinn pressed his lips together, raising his brows in amusement as you continued to work around the kitchen. “This all seems a bit excessive.” 

“It’s necessary,” you retorted. 

“It’s hot chocolate, baby,” Quinn pointed out. “You heat up some milk, add the powder and put some marshmallows in it. It’s not rocket science.” 

“Spoken like a man who has only ever drank mediocre hot chocolate,” you sniped back, turning to glance over your shoulder so he could see the way your lips were twitching with a small smile. 

The season was truly underway by the time December came around, which meant more often than not, Quinn was running on a tight routine like a robot of eat, sleep, practice, game day, repeat. December marked around the halfway point of the season, where it was starting to become more clear to teams where their chances stood at extending their season beyond April. 

And as captain, Quinn was under a whole new set of pressures to prove the previous season was not a one off fluke, that he could lead the team straight to playoffs and beyond. 

But Quinn knew his body and knew he could only help the team if he was at his very best, which was how he ended up with a rare maintenance day between practices and home games, allowing his body to rest and recover. 

And to enjoy some uninterrupted time with you. 

It was nothing monumental or grand, just a simple movie at home where Quinn could curl up with you on the couch and not have to set an alarm for a workout, practice or pregame nap. Or at least, he assumed it would be a lazy day on the couch until he offhandedly mentioned that hot chocolate would be perfect with the movie the two of you were watching. 

Because that led to a trip to the grocery store and Quinn leaning against the kitchen island as he watched you chop up more bars of chocolate than necessary, cartons of milk and cream and who-knew-what by the stove behind you. 

“I didn’t realise you were so particular about hot chocolate,” Quinn teased because, despite the interruption to the shared lazy day, it was oddly endearing to watch how seriously you were taking it.

“I’m about to blow your mind,” you told him, lifting your head to catch the way he was grinning at you. “You’re gonna walk back into practice tomorrow, a new man.” 

Quinn actually did laugh this time. “You’re insane.”

“And you still love me.” 

Quinn’s face softened as he rounded the counter. “Yeah, I do.”

You smiled as he wound his arms around your waist, tucking his chin against your shoulder. “Sap.”

“And you still love me,” Quinn repeated, squeezing you closer. “You love me enough to put extra marshmallows in my hot chocolate.” 

“Obviously, baby.”

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[pray4saint]

angel i’m sad 😞.

Do you think you could write dteam x college!reader? where reader is stressed out about college and goes to them for comfort?

(i’m struggling and i’m only 5 days into the school year, literally been running around my college trying to find my classes because my schedules all messed up and the Dean won’t fix it 🙄)

– ugh yes courtney my dear of course, here's a couple little blurbs for you 🫶🏽

you huff, walking off campus to bf!dream's apartment, just hoping he'll be there. when you slam the door shut, he jumps in his spot in his bed. your first stop was his kitchen, where you grappled through his fridge and cabinets and pantry for something to eat. unfortunately, through all your frustration you couldn't pick a single thing. ”y/n, baby, is that you?” clay called out, and almost as if on cue, you trotted through his bedroom door, another loud sigh escaping you. ”okay, i'll take that as a yes. what's up?” he set his textbook and his phone aside, stretching his arms out to pull you into him. your head lied against his chest and for a moment you didn't say anything, taking in his scent. ”jus'wanna sleep. don't wanna work on class work.” you could feel his eyes trained on the top of your head, where his hand scratched at your scalp. ”then take a nap, i'll wake you up in an hour and we'll go get something to eat, does that sound alright pretty?” you nod into his shirt and he smiles, lying back, pulling you up so your head is on the pillow, leaving his arm in the arch of your neck.

bf!sapnap stops by your dorm after classes only to find it empty and ends up dragging his sorry self back to his dorm. when he opens the door, there you are on his bed, curled up into an upright ball, textbook splayed out a few feet away from you. ”you alright peach? was lookin' for you in your room but here you are.” you pulled your head from your knees and crossed arms, letting out a heavy exhale. ”m'just really goddamn stressed, i got wayyy more after class work than i expected.” you were somewhere between tears and passing out and your voice conveyed it. sap slid his bag off his shoulder close to the nightstand before sitting down beside you, hand immediately flying to your knee. ”well, what's the hardest?” he asked, a gentle smile painted on his face. god did you love him.

bf!george calls you during his study hall. when you answer, he's surprised to recognise the surroundings better than usual. it's his bedroom. you're lying in his bed, wearing his hoodie, tucked in his blankets. his heart melted a little bit at the sight but his face just looked confused. ”y/n are you okay? why are you in my home?” he asks, moving his phone to be more centred in front of him, both hands around the device. ”started getting overstimulated after english lit, so i went where i felt safe.” again, a little more heart melting. you felt safe surrounded by his things, in his things. ”oh love i'm sorry. i'll be out in a couple hours, alright?” he glances up around the room at the endless bookshelves. ”i'll pick you up something to eat and then we can study together, okay?” you nod at the screen and he smiles. ”i love you george.” now he smiles, ”i love you y/n.”

– also now i think i should write this with situationshp!dteam or smthn w smut in it idk im feral for situationship writing

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Friends-Sap Nap

“Sis I don’t have a specific request but anything for Sapnap, maybe like ur the third roommate and some fluff 🥺” @behzynga

Pronouns: they/them

Word Count: 400+

Blurb!

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"For the love of God, just date already!"

Clay sat at the kitchen island, a plate of food sat in front of while his attention was elsewhere. Y/n and Nick were in the kitchen as well, flirting away as Y/n was making themself a snack. Clay just couldn't catch a break from hearing Nick compliment Y/n, or Y/n remind Nick he looked pretty today.

It had been like this for the past few weeks since Y/n moved in. Throughout Nick and Y/n's friendship, there had always been flirty undertones. It was clear they both liked one another, so what was keeping them from getting together?

Initially, it was the distance between them that had kept them apart. But now, they were living under the same roof (with Clay). What had been playful, flirty texts and calls back and forth were now casually cuddling on the couch, holding hands at random moments, and constantly flirting. But still, they were 'just friends.'

Honestly, it was a bit of a shock for Clay. After all these years, he had to be the third wheel to their flirting. It was shocking to him that they called themselves 'friends.' He had just assumed they got together when they met up in person. Clay could remember the first day he found out they weren't official, he came downstairs to see Nick and Y/n wrapped in each other's arms on the couch.

"Hey there, lovebirds." He had thrown the playful comment over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen.

"Friends, loser. Only friends."

He paused at the sound of Y/n's voice. "Friends? Friends don't cuddle on the couch watching romcoms."

"Oh, boo hoo, go be alone. Go get sad over the fact I stole Nick from you," Y/n stuck a tongue out at their roommate, pulling Nick closer to them. Nick and Clay were living together a few weeks before Y/n had finally shown up.

"Steal Nick? You had him since we were kids, Y/n."

"And I plan to keep it that way."

Clay bit his lip, there were plenty of responses filling his head. But right now, it seemed the best to bite his tongue on this one. He wanted food anyways.

But here they were now a few days later, hanging out in the kitchen. Both Nick and Y/n stared at Clay after his small outburst. "The 'friends' shit is bullshit and it's obvious. Please, just date. Go out for dinner or something."

A small blush appeared on Y/n's face. The thought of a dinner date didn't sound too bad. "You know... I'm up for it. A dinner date sounds fun."

"I'll pay." Nick grinned down at them, "Tonight?"

"Tonight sounds good."

Clay sat there, his mouth fell a bit agape. Only a few words came to mind; ‘How did that work out so quickly?’

Taglist: @ivory-raptor @snowcones404 @notphilosopherstudentblog​

[planetpiastri]

14- kissing under the stars with rooster please🥹❤️

hi birch!! idk what it is, but writing rooster brings the sap outta me. so here's a super sappy, super romantic, super sugary blurb about camping w roo<3 | [wc - 0.9k]

When Bradley first invited you to a weekend getaway at his family cabin with all of his Navy buddies, you weren’t entirely sure you should come. You’d only met Natasha—and Jake, once, but you tried to block out that particular memory, since it involved too many tequila shots and a karaoke machine that only had Mariah Carey—and you and Bradley had only been dating for a few months. It was too soon, right?

But as Reuben and Mickey helped you push your kayak into the lake, and Bob tossed you a half-used can of sunscreen, and Bradley watched proudly from the treeline as he put on a pair of sunglasses, you found yourself immensely glad that he’d convinced you after all.

Bradley joined you in the backseat of the kayak, teasing as he did, “Are you sure you’re supposed to be in the front? Do you even have your pilot’s license?”

“Stand back, nonbeliever,” you shot back, pushing away from the shore before Bradley even had a chance to get comfy. He cried out and laughed, nearly toppling out of the kayak, but managed to right himself.

“Easy, killer,” he chuckled. “You didn’t tell me you were a kayaking machine.”

“Maybe I’m just trying to impress you,” you shot back. “Is it working?”

“Definitely.”

The afternoon passed in a comfortable haze as everybody paddled around the lake, sharing whiteclaws and waters. Jake had blown up an inflatable kiddie pool and stocked it with snacks, booze, and a bluetooth speaker. Classic rock oozed from his round little paradise, and periodically the other pilots would paddle over in their canoes or their inner tubes and nab a soda or a beer from his cooler.

You and Bradley traded your kayak for Bob’s inflatable raft and spent most of the day sprawled out, half-napping, your limbs tangled together and sticky from the sunscreen. When he wrapped his arms around you and tumbled the two of you into the cold water of the lake—subsequently losing his sunglasses—you decided maybe it was time to head back and get dinner.

Conversation flowed easily with everyone as you all paddled back to the cabin and dragged your various flotation devices up onto high ground. Reuben volunteered to start the campfire, and Javy got nominated to light up the grill and get the hot dogs cooking. You joined Natasha in the kitchen as she showed you how to make her famous ‘miscellaneous fruit tart,’ and the two of you banded together to banish Bradley from the kitchen when he kept trying to steal fresh strawberries. Mickey and Bob were put on music detail, filling the wood cabin with old John Denver and Fleetwood Mac tunes. Jake was a surprisingly adept sous chef, helping where Javy told him to and plating out piping-hot dogs built to everyone’s particular specifications.

As the sun set and the stars came out, everyone gathered around the fire pit. You and Bradley shared a two-seater plastic bench, one blanket thrown over both your laps, your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you whispered into the skin of his neck.

“Thanks for coming,” he replied just as quietly, pressing his lips to your hairline.

Under the blanket, his calluses traced the knuckles of your hand, sending shivers up your arm. You shut your eyes and pressed deeper into him.

Mickey, who—along with Jake and Javy—had started drinking around noon and hadn’t ever stopped, was the one to finally tip the night away from ‘sleepy and romantic’ and towards ‘rowdy getaway weekend’ when he stood up and began to conduct everyone in singing along to Dancing in the Dark, which still playing from the open living room windows.

“Do you want to step away for a breather?” Bradley asked you, his hand warm in yours.

You nodded, and the two of you eased out of the two-seater. No one else seemed to notice you leave as you snuck down to the shoreline, hand in hand. The blanket was thrown over Bradley’s shoulder. When you rounded the path and saw the stars glittering on the surface of water, your breath caught in your throat.

“Way better than movie night on your couch, right?” Bradley asked, shaking out the blanket and laying it down on the pine needles.

He sat down, and you curled up against him. You could hear your friends singing and laughing around the bend, and the smell of burnt marshmallows filled the air, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to want to go back. In this moment, in the arms of this wonderful, charming man, you felt perfectly content.

“I love you,” you said before you could think better of it.

When you looked up at Bradley, he was grinning down at you so hard it looked like it hurt. His hand came up to cup your cheek, and when he kissed you, it felt like—oh, of course. It felt right. It felt like your whole life had been leading up to this moment, at this lake, with this man.

He pulled away sooner than you expected, taking your breath with him, and blurted, “Oh—I love you, too. Obviously.”

Your smiles smashed together as you grabbed him by the collar and dragged his mouth back to yours, hardly able to keep the delighted giggle trapped in your chest from spilling out of you. His hand settled on your waist, and you wasted the night away on the shore of the lake, the stars sparkling overhead and your best friends drunkenly singing a short walk away.

[shouldershimmycity]

It's Not Easy Pt. 4.5 (Rooster x Reader) Family Blurbs

Suggested by @lets-be-gay-for-the-angel : "please tell me we can get a few blurbs on their kids because I'm a sap for family".

Ask and you shall receive. I hope you like it :) Could also be read as a stand alone.

*****

You and Bradley waited to have kids. You didn’t want to leave the skies quite yet, but eventually you had decided it was time and you and your husband began trying. Three kids later, you and him were both beyond overjoyed with your little hellions, Carole, Nick, and Pete. Pete was a surprise, and a good few years apart from his older brother. Obviously Mav had been back in your life for a while now, but when he came back into Bradley’s you couldn’t have been happier. 

Carole was the oldest. She was the spitting image of her father and you would kill anyone who gave her shit, without question. Bradley was the same way, and he absolutely adored his daughter. He would bring her some flowers from the grocery store every now and then. You never doubted that she would know how she deserved to be treated, and her father wanted to set a good example for her. When you had Carole, Mav had cried when he held her for the first time, having flown in for a quick visit while Bradley was away. The only time you were thankful Mav wasn’t around as much was when Carole started to get mischievous. You remembered all the shit you and Bradley used to get up to, and you didn’t need Pete encouraging that for your own children when they were too young; but Carole loved her GrandMav, and you knew it was bound to happen anyway. You had snorted and almost peed your pants when Carole had popped that name out of her tiny mouth. Mav, surprisingly, loved it. She was thrilled to get to spend time with her GrandMav more when he was back around. 

Nick was Bradley’s little shadow. He usually went along with whatever Carole was up to when his father was gone, but when he was around he was glued to him. He loved to put Nick in his lap and play the piano with him. He was the funniest little boy, and would say things that made you and Bradley (and eventually Mav) crack up. The three of you joked that he was Goose reincarnated. You wouldn’t be surprised, he loved seeing pictures of his Grandpa Goose. Nick would frequently walk around the house shouting, “Great Balls of Fire!” whenever he was inconvenienced, and needless to say it was hysterical to hear his tiny voice sound so grown up. Not being able to suggest Pete for a middle name for Nick had you crushed, but you didn’t want to make it a point of tension with Bradley at the time; having just welcomed your son and opted for your own father’s name instead. 

Little Pete made his appearance a year post uranium plant mission, and you had slapped the option into the name pool faster than Bradley could even blink. Of course he agreed. Pete Thomas Bradshaw was your little angel. He was six years apart from Nick, but you and Bradley were happy he joined your family all the same. He smiled so much at everyone and everything, but he had a soft spot for his mommy. Waffles was his best friend, and if he was napping on his play mat on the floor, you’d soon find the dog next to him.

Currently, Pete was on your hip as you held your camera in one hand. Both Bradley and Mav stood with their backs to you in the living room. Outside, the sound of children trick or treating was filling your street. Pete was dressed in a little green t-shirt and matching cargo pants, and Bradley had half stuck his helmet on the almost one and a half year old for a picture earlier, which you had told him not to put the full weight on him and he made sure not to. He was little Rooster for Halloween. Carole and Nick had insisted on keeping their costumes a secret from Daddy and Mav, who didn’t put two and two together with Pete’s costume, and you had helped them with their outfits. The sound of them clamoring down the stairs had you stepping to the side to let them through and into the living room.

“Okay,” you sang, bouncing Pete on your hip making him giggle, “are we ready?”

The children in front of you whooped and gave you a thumbs up, ready for countdown.

“Three, two, oneeeee,” you dragged the last word, which was the signal for Bradley and his uncle to turn around. 

“Oh my God! HAHAHA!” Mav and Bradley had the exact same reaction to their costumes, and the little kids giggled proudly. 

They were wearing little flight suits that you had gotten from the halloween store, but you had stolen some pairs of old velcro patches from one of Mav’s old suits and stuck them on both the little costumes. (Of course you would return them, you made a point to promise Mav). You had to make a custom one for Nick, which said Goose instead of Maverick. The helmets were not your best work, as you couldn’t really get their real helmets without ruining the surprise; so you had used skateboard ones and painted them with the matching red and black designs that Goose and Maverick had on theirs. Nick had a little fake mustache, and of course they were both sporting aviators. Needless to say, the costumes were a hit with everyone that year.

Throughout the night, the two kids could be heard shouting to each other as you walked up and down the long street. 

“Talk to me, Goose!” Carole shouted.

“We’re running low on fuel! We better get more candy!” Nick shouted back, “Great Balls of Fire!” God, they were too damn cute.

“Knucks, you did real good,” Mav laughed, patting you on the back, and making a silly face at his namesake. Handing him off to his grandfather, you turned to see Bradley watching your kids go up to a house. 

“It was their idea,” you explained, proud of their creativity.

The rest of the night went smoothly, eventually they tuckered themselves out and Bradley took his mini me into his arms to put him to sleep. Later that night, you and Bradley sat on the couch munching on leftover candy. 

“Those were amazing costumes, honestly,” Bradley was going on about how creative you were, and you kissed him for every compliment he gave you, “I loved seeing them all dressed up like that.” The two of you sat quietly for a while, the Nightmare Before Christmas playing on the screen quietly. 

“I love our kids so much,” you said, smiling at Bradley, who grinned in return.

“I do too… I also love that they’re in bed fast asleep right now, Bradshaw,” he said, leaning in to kiss you on the couch, the movie soon forgotten.

*****

Dropping your bags next to the floor, you closed the front door and leaned against it, sliding to the ground in relief as you did. Your first day back at work since having your kids was exhausting. It wasn’t the navy, but teaching people how to fly a little Cessna was draining. Often you found that they didn’t listen nearly as well as those you used to work with, which resulted in you trying to desperately keep calm while fixing boo boos that the students didn’t even know they made. 

That’s when you heard the singing in the backyard, lifting your head off the back of the door and trying to place what it was. Standing, you shuffled your way into the kitchen and to the back door. Opening the sliding glass, you saw your older kids skipping around, and Pete trying to follow them as best as he could on his chubby little legs. Rooster was chasing after him, singing along to the cadence with Maverick, to which your kids responded every other line.

“I wanna be a pilot!” the men shouted rhythmically.

“I wanna be a pilot!” the kids responded enthusiastically.

“Gonna be a pilot!” Mav and Rooster shouted.

“Gonna be a pilot!” the kids shrieked, and little Pete screamed in joy.

“Flyin’ for the Navy!” the last word was bellowed with pride.

“Flyin’ for the Navy!” the kids mimicked.

“That’s what I’m gonna be!” the Mav theatrically pointed to Rooster who pointed to himself, leaning in to scoop up his youngest son.

“That’s what I’m gonna be!” the kids finished the cadence cheering. Bradley held little Pete out and flew him around the yard like an airplane, making all the sounds while the other two chased after him. Mav spotted you and waved as you stepped fully out onto the deck. Waffles, your golden retriever who was a little older now was chilling on the wood, and you leaned down to give him ear scratches.

“I love the cadence guys!” you shouted to your kids who were now pestering their GrandMav, while Bradley jogged over to you to kiss you in welcome and ask about your day. You gave him a quick rundown, saving the more negative talk for later, when Pete bobbled over to you two, happy to see his Momma. Climbing off the steps, you knelt down to scoop up your little man. 

“Hi sweetie!” you sang, and he hugged you happily. The other two came flying over, grabbing you by the legs and Bradley quickly braced you so that you didn’t topple with the baby. Maverick laughed when he watched the kids launch themselves onto your legs.

You could definitely get used to coming home to this.

*****

You glared at Bradley next to you, who gave you the exact same look back. The two of you were breathing heavily.

“Not. Happening,” you growled.

“I beg to differ,” he spat back.

“You’ve done this to me TWICE! TWICE ROOSTER!” you all but shouted.

“Uh, guys. I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal,” Mav was leaning against the kitchen counter, fighting off laughter and watching the both of you in front of your son, Pete, who was watching you both back with curious eyes.

You had walked in on Rooster talking to your son, who had begun babbling things that sounded like but not quite words shortly after his 11 month mark, trying to get him to say ‘dada.’ Not one of your children has said mama once, and you were determined for Pete to be the exception and not the rule. Bradley knew what he was doing, and it pissed you off.

“Mav! I have not had one of my children say mama! Because he,” you pointed a finger accusingly at your best friend and husband, “always coaxes the little traitors into saying dada first!”

“It’s not my fault I’m cooler,” Bradley mumbles, and you whip around to look at him.

“Excuse me? I am way cooler than you are!” you fought back.

“I fly planes! Our kids just think that’s cooler!” he said, and Mav purposely stepped forward to hold you back if necessary. Your eye twitched and Bradley realized he screwed up. 

“IFLEWPLANESTOOYOUASSHOLE!ISTOPPEDTOBIRTHYOURFREAKINGCHILDREN!DOYOUTHINKTHATWASFUNFORME?PUSHINGTHEMOUTOFMYVAGINA???” breathing heavily, nostrils flaring, you pointed at your son.

“I hope he says mama before he says dada! I hope he says Mav before he says dada! I hope he says every name! I hope he even says GOOSE!” you shouted, while Bradley shrunk back trying not to crack up.

“Goo!” Pete clapped in his seat, and every adult in the room looked at the small baby. 

“What?” you whispered, and the three of you converged on your son, surrounding him intently.

“Goos!” he squeaked happily, finding the name funny. The word wasn’t fully formed but it was clear what he said. 

“His first word was Goose!” Mav melted, and Bradley was going to start crying. Pulling your husband into a hug, the two of you cried while Pete repeated himself over and over, delighted at the reaction he got. 

“He said Goose!” Bradley said happily, and never one to stop teasing, “he still didn’t say mama!-- Ow… Knuckles you’re kin– you’re squ e e z i n g me a l i t t–le tight.”

"I know, Bradley. I know."

[goldenchaosworld]

When you can't sleep

Dwt x reader x sapnap

Just a blurb with dreamwastaken and sapnap.

Reader has a rough day at work so when they get home they try to take a nap... things aren't always easy...

Sfw

Warnings: mentions of being high/ marijuana.

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You were at the last hour at work when they called a mandatory meeting and shut the whole restaurant down for an hour. Your GM stood in front of everyone, you right beside her, and she was talking about how things were going to change. After she said that all hell broke loose. Everyone was yelling so naturally you raised your voice to get people to simmer down.

You had worked at the location for years at this point. You were the GMs right hand, the AGM, or assistant general manager. So seeing the people break out in an uproar was to be expected. After the meeting and finishing your shift, you go home after saying goodnight to everyone.

You walk into the door to find dream and sapnap in the kitchen arguing over something petty. Without any hesitation you look at them and shush them. And when they look over and see the tears welling in your eyes they immediately stop.

"What's wrong baby?" Dream asked you walking over to you and pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his waist and relax finally able to be around your boyfriends. You didnt sleep and you had been belittled and yelled at by customers all day. It was very taxing.

"Rough day" is what you replied back, or well tried to reply it was very muffled.

"You know we cant hear you sweets." Sapnap said touching your shoulder gently.

You looked up from dreams chest and sighed. "We had a mandatory meeting about things changing at work and it has me stressed because a lot of people walked out tonight and I stayed longer that I wanted to already because of the meeting. This place almost isnt worth it anymore. I wish they would shut down" you said before laying your head back on Dream's chest. They awed.

"We're so sorry love. Why don't you go take a nap and well start dinner tonight okay?" Dream said rubbing your back gently. You nodded and parted from them.

When you got to the shared room you immediately stripped from your work uniforms wanting to get the smell of grease and french fries off of you. You showered and laid down in the bed not bothering to out anything more than a hoodie on.

It was no secret to Dream that you and Sapnap smoked together. You usually smoked carts though. You went to get your pen to help calm yourself down and realized very quickly that you were out. You rolled out of bed to look for another cart.

Coming up short of one you remembered that Sapnap smoked carts too now after having one to many instances where patches tried to eat the bud. You shook your head and walked downstairs. Both boys completely oblivious to your presence.

You walked up behind Sapnap and reached in his pocket and found his cart. You took a long drag off of it as he giggled realizing what you were doing.

"Come here baby... was the meeting that bad?" He asked pulling you from behind him. You sat in the counter taking another drag then giving it to him.

"It was awful," you took a deep breath and continued, "I dont miss smoking cigarettes, at all, today I almost bought a pack. I almost caved. I feel guilty." You looked down feeling ashamed.

"Hey look at me, you are doing so great. I'm so proud of you. You are handling everything that this company throws at you. You're handling it well. We are so proud of you." Sapnap said making you look at him. Dream hummed in agreement grabbing your hand. By now sapnap was sitting between your legs and the weed was kicking in.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him and laid your head on his shoulder dozing off, you were half awake when you heard dream mutter "she needs sometime off. I'm calling her boss. This is unacceptable." He walked off but not before kissing your hand.

You felt Sapnap sigh and kiss your forehead. You fell asleep and when Sapnap noticed he carried you upstairs.

"Hey sap have you-" Dream started but realized you were asleep. They laid you down and went back downstairs to turn the oven off and decided to order pizza when you woke up later. They went upstairs got into sweatpants and laid in bed with you.

[grace122]

okay, don’t mind me just dropping some nsfw twitter links at 4am….

link -> thinking about this with george when you guys randomly wake up from the multiple naps you have so one of you is bound to get a little horny.

link -> i feel like karl would enjoy this-

link -> this guys hands and just body reminded me of george LMAO.

link -> hm, foolish making out with you whiskey punz eats you out. i just got butterflies.

link -> sending this type of video to sapnap while your home alone with dream and sap’s visiting karl or george (just not home)

link -> follow up on the last one. sapnap and dream made an agreement with consent that he can fuck you if you want, and he sends this type of video to sap

link -> i feel like one of the boys would definitely take this type of picture and send it to you.

link -> BRO SCREW THE PICTURE, ITS THE SAME GUY BUT A VIDEO

link -> FOOLSIH? (i might be reaching?)

- 🧝‍♀️

YESSS I LOVE THESE ALL SO MUCH (nsfw links⬆️)

1. ok but sleepy sex with george>>>>

2. you are so right, i feel like karl would really be into grinding through clothes and stuff

3. oh my yes, george would also really like to spank his s/o for sure

4. pretty positive the tweet is private but i love that idea!

5. he would literally die lmao

6. that’s so hot and yes oh my, i actually have a blurb about that lmao

7. it’s giving me punz or maybe foolish vibes but he’s they definitely would

8. AHHH DEFINITELY PUNZ

9. holy fucking shit that’s HOT, it’s definitely giving foolish so much

[bokutsumie]

Hihi ! Since requests are open may I ask for kyotani (GRR SO YUMMY QLOSKSJAKAJ) iwaizumi, yaku, and akaashi if Y/n was cooking something and being like “baby come here and taste this for me” and grabbing their jaw and holding it out for him to try 🧍🏽‍♀️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO YOU GRABBING THEIR JAW TO TASTE YOUR COOKING

-> kyotani, iwa, yaku, akaashi

-> genre: fluff

-> warnings: food, swearing

-> gender neutral

-> hi bae 😏 you're my guinea pig for the new headcanon format i decided to try ! i don't know if i like this (short little scenario blurbs), or bulleted lists better. anyways i hope you like it ✊🏻 sorry kyotani's is kind of bad idk how to write for his character very well <\3

## KYOTANI !!

he was sitting on the sofa when you called him, "hey baby can you come over here and taste this for me?" and he responded quickly with "what is it? i'm sure it's fine."

"baby please? i think it needs more salt but i don't wanna make it too salty."

he stood up from his position on the couch and walked over next to you looking at the closed pot.

he was going to open the drawer next to the stove, however you rotated your body to block the drawer, opened the pot on the stove, scooped up some food, and grabbed his jaw while you shoved the wooden spoon in his mouth.

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he wasn't the type to blush or get flustered, but you had always been his weak spot. he felt butterflies in his stomach, and decided to just enjoy the domestic moment between you two.

he's a bit of a closed off type of person and doesn't initiate much, but when you pull shit like this he loves it.

"it's fine, how long until it's done? 'm fuckin starving."

## IWAIZUMI !!

"hey baby? can you come here for a second?"

you were standing in front of the stove, and the kitchen was a mess. you were used to cooking but you were trying something new and you just didn't quite know if it tasted right.

iwaizumi swiveled on his heels down the hallway of your shared apartment, and shuffled towards your backside. he hooked his thumbs in your front belt loops and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"what's up?" his voice was lower than usual, his daily afternoon nap had accidentally turned into an evening one, only having woke up fifteen minutes prior.

"can you taste this for me? it seems like it needs something but i don't know what." you spun around, he unhooked his thumbs from your belt loops and you saw him stood in front of you, his hair tossled and eyes half-lidded, slouching now that he wasn't holding onto you.

"mhm." he replied, sleep still laced in his voice.

but when you grabbed his jaw and he felt the spoon poking at his bottom lip, his eyes were not only completely open now but it seems that his hair has a life of its own, and it's all spiky like he's just done it.

a rosy red creeps up onto his cheeks as his gives you a wide stare and hesitantly takes the spoon into his mouth, still utterly focused on your fingers gently holding his chin.

he has butterflies doing backflips in his stomach right now, and can't seem to fathom why it was necessary for you to hold his chin, but he didn't care, he loved it nonetheless.

you saw that he looked much more awake now, and he replied to your previous question with "no, it's good. what spices did you use? i like it." but he still sounded sleepy.

"okay thank you! you're never gonna sleep tonight once you completely wake up. i told you to set your alarm for 3!"

## YAKU !!

"hey! get over here. is this good?" you asked as yaku walked through the front door, just getting home.

"aw, did you miss me that much?" he replied, his tone was teasing.

"not at all. now get your ass over here before i dump the pot on your head." you two would always tease each other. you knew the other person was joking, but most people around you always ended up thinking that you hated each other.

he shuffled to your side, taking his shoes off and throwing them against the wall next to the front door in the process. "you know, i wouldn't have to ask you for cooking advice if i made dinner." he said, a shit eating grin on his face and his hands in fists at his hips.

"oh shut up, you know you'd burn the house down if i even let you touch the microwave." you spoke, grabbing his jaw and shoving the spoon in his mouth.

he was startled, to say the least. his cheeks heated up involuntary as he tried to hide the fact that you may or may not have given him major butterflies.

"it's fine, just needs some salt." he said the last part quietly, just to irritate you a little more, he couldn't hurt his pride too much. he walked past you and dumped the spoon in the sink, but not before flicking the back of your head first. you rolled your eyes as you kept stirring. idiot, you thought.

## AKAASHI !!

you heard the thumping of his footsteps descending down the wooden stairs, signaling that akaashi was probably coming down to see how dinner was going. considering, you were supposed to be done with it twenty minutes ago.

akaashi wasn't impatient, he had just wondered if you hurt yourself or broke something because there had been less clangs and bangs coming from the kitchen for the past couple minutes.

"hey baby, can you come taste this for me? i've remade it tons of times and it just doesn't taste right."

"of course. i was a bit worried you had given up a while ago because it was kind of quiet. i'm glad you didn't because i'm hungry." his last sentence was a mumble. you're accompanied by him at your side not too short afterward.

"smells good," he slings a hand around your waist, "i'm sure it's fine, you made it." the last part hummed against your skull as he placed his lips on your forehead.

you turned in his grip and he still held his hand on your waist, adding his other to your left side now. now, you used one hand to hold the spoon, and the other cupped underneath it to make sure it wouldn't spill. you guided it toward him, and as he took the spoon in his mouth, you moved your free hand and placed a few fingers below his chin, making sure it didn't spill.

akaashi adored domestic moments like this, he wouldn't call himself a sap but he sure didn't mind having moments like these frequently. you stroked your thumb over his jaw a bit before you released your hand to place the spoon on the counter.

one of his hands moved up to squeeze your shoulder. "it's good, i like the flavor. we should eat soon so we can go to bed early, you look sleepy."

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Something To Cry About ∣ Spencer Reid Fic

A/N: This was just a cute little blurb that will double as proof that I can write something other than smut lol. The things on reader's "list" are pulled straight from my own list which is much longer and much more embarrassing.

And to my sweet @daydreamingatnight209, thank you for being my beta and helping me find the cutest ending!! ❤️

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None except a few PG cuss words?

Word count: >1k, short n sweet

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“Ugh, I’m sorry, I’m late! Please don’t hate me!” I rushed, pressing a quick kiss to Spencer’s lips, skirting the edge of the table to take my seat across from him.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he said against my lips.

We only ever had limited time together when he was home between cases and I hated to waste even a second of it.

“(Y/N), there’s nothing you could say or do that would make me love you less.” He stated matter of factly.

Like it was the most casual thing in the world. To casually drop into conversation a statement of unconditional love for another person, as if you were talking about the water in front of you being wet.

I leaned forward and rested my arms on the table in front of me.

“What if you went into work tomorrow and I was one of your bad guys? What about then?” I challenged.

He mirrored my position, resting his forearms on the table and interlocking his fingers.

“Last week, you cried about snakes.”

“They don’t have any arms!”

“When we watched that video of the special needs dog being woken up from a nap, you cried for 20 minutes and signed us up for a monthly subscription for stamps from the ASPCA.”

“We really should be writing more letters, the Postal Service is an undervalued asset to this country,” I deflected.

He laughed and shook his head, “Yeah, I don’t think I have to worry about you becoming a serial killer, (Y/N).”

I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms, determined to find a flaw in his logic. Rolling my tongue in my mouth, I squinted at him.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my attempts to derail his admission.

“I could if I wanted to.” I mumbled.

“Hmm?” he asked, taking a sip from his water.

“I could be a bad guy if I wanted to, I bet.”

“Says the girl who cries at the drum solo in Africa by Toto,”

“Do you have a list of shit that makes me cry, Spencer? Is that it?” I threw my hands up.

He didn’t say anything, instead dropping his gaze and slightly adjusting the angle of the knife next to this plate.

“Oh. My. God. You do!” I whisper-yelled, leaning towards him.

His mouth did that thing where he pushed his lips out when he was trying not to smile but was falling, miserably.

“Let me see it!”

“No! It’s just for me. I like it.”

“You like it?” You like it when I cry? You freakin’ weirdo!”

“Hey, you’re cute when you cry.”

“Spencer!” I was all but screeching now.

He chuckled and leaned back, digging his phone out of his pocket, navigating through its contents before extending it over the table.

I rose to meet him halfway and snatched the phone from his hand, which he laughed at more than he should have for someone who was apparently so happy to see me sad about things. I stuck my tongue out at him and plopped back down in my seat.

When I looked down at the screen in my hand, my mouth fell open. Sure enough, there was a numbered list of moments and scenarios detailing the justification behind my tears. I skimmed the list, my thumb pushing against the screen to scroll, my jaw continuously getting closer to the floor.

“4. Someone auditioning on a singing show hit a note in ‘Creep” by RadioHead really well

7. A dog pulled on its leash to sniff her and say ‘hi’

13. The Scientist by Coldplay

29. There was a video of a baby seeing its mother and the baby got excited

33. The pasta she ordered tasted better than she remembered

41. I was nice to her when she woke up

48. A puppy fell asleep on her chest and “it was so new and warm”

Why the hell did he need a list? He had a near perfect memory, why would he have taken the time to type up a running list of my less than stellar moments?

“Spencer…” I pinched the bridge of my nose “Why… why?”

“Because I like making lists and these are some of my favorite moments with you; why would I not want to combine my two favorite things?” he leaned forward, resting against the table again.

“This list makes me look like a sap!” I whined. “And that pasta was damn good.”

Shaking my head, I locked his phone and passed it back over the table to him. A small smile formed on his lips.

I arched a brow, silently daring him to laugh at me.

He cleared his throat and spoke quietly, fidgeting with his thumbs. “The list, I uh-I keep with me because it reminds me of you when I’m away.” His eyes met mine. “Reminds me of how kind and how sweet you are, reminds me of how I fell in love with you.”

I didn’t want to cry but my eyes betrayed me. My heart fluttered in my chest as my hand reached across the table to hold one of his. I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes.

He graced me with a full smile as the tears fell on to my face.

“Aw, Spence,” I sniffed, swatting at his arm.

He leaned forward and wiped my cheek with his thumb, his hand cupping my face for a moment before sitting back in his chair. His hand rested on the table between us, taking my hand in his again and rubbing it with his thumb.

“Oh,” he said, shifting back to grab his phone, “this is sooo going on the list.”

—-

Ask me anything!

[operationcavill]

Dreaming about Henry

This is a very quick unedited Blurb based on a glorious thirst trap dream I had while taking a nap today 😅Please excuse any errors!

“Oh, hello there! Hello, sweet baby. You’re a pretty boy! Where’s your person, huh?”

“I’m sorry. His lead broke and he just kinda ran off,” He reattached the lead and rubs his head, “gave me a heart attack.”

“I don’t mind. He’s a big sweetie, look at that face. I’m glad he’s got his person back. Oh, yes! Yes, I am. He’s so friendly! You’ve got a good one. What’s his name?”

“Kal.”

“Clever.”

“Sorry?”

“His name,” She doesn’t know how, but he looks even better in person.

“Oh, yeah. Well, it seemed right”

“It’s fitting. Superman would need a Superdog,”

“I suppose you’re right. I’m Henry,"

“Y/N,”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m sorry about the ambush.”

“It’s really ok. I’m a big sap for animals, especially dogs. Kal here seems to enjoy the classics,” She points to her copy of Pride & Prejudice, “my Poppy is more into mysteries.”

“Ah, and where is Miss Poppy?”

“Sadly, she’s back home with my sister,” Henry is intrigued. He obviously knew she wasn’t from here, so what was she doing here?

“Mind if I sit?”

She gestures to the empty spot on her polka dot picnic blanket, “Oh, go ahead,”

Kal happily lays down beside him, earning pets from them both, “So, where’s home?”

“[Your State/City].”

“What brings you all this way?”

“Nothing in particular, really. I just felt like going somewhere new. I’ve never been to Europe. You caught me in my UK exploration”

“Oh, that sounds fun. Where have you been so far?”

“Actually, I got here two days ago. Any suggestions?”

Henry raises an eyebrow, “In London?”

She shrugs, “London, rest of England, I’m all ears.”

“There’s a great pub just down the way.”

She puts her book and water bottle in her bag, “Oh, yeah? What kind?”

Henry had a plan, “The kind where you can hear each other talk.”

She returns his smile,“It sounds cozy.”

“It’s nice. No one really bothers you there, if you’re worried about that kinda thing.”

“I imagine privacy is hard to come by.”

“Well, sometimes. It’s easier to blend in than you think, especially if you’d like to take out someone new and get to know about their travels.”

Y/N matches his tone, “Well, I think that sounds like you’re asking me for a drink.”  

“That depends on how you’d answer. If you say no, then it’s just a suggestion. If you say yes, are you busy tonight?”

“Do they have those big soft pretzel?”

“I think so.”

“Then I say I’m free tonight.”

⭐️⭐️ ⭐️

After an intimate conversation over beer and the much promised pretzels, he drives her back to her airbnb. They arrive at a small yet comfortable flat with a distinctive green door. “If it’s not too weird, I’m a bit sad that the nights come to an end.”

“Now, If I invite you in, it’s because you’re extremely handsome, I like looking at your face, and I like hearing you talk, not because I’m gonna sleep with you.”

Henry is taken aback, it actually didn’t cross his mind. He had planned on giving her one hell of a goodnight kiss but he hadn’t put that up in the air, “I appreciate the honestly.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

⭐️⭐️ ⭐️

“I think it’s important to surround yourself with good people, “ He notices her expression change, “Wha—,” she interrupts him by kissing him square on the mouth. He kisses her but slowly moves to her neck, “Thought you just wanted to hear me talk?”

“I do, keep talking.” Her hand rakes through his hair and pulls ever so slightly when he gives her a small bite.

He breaks free from her skin, “What do you want me to say?”

“Say how you feel.” Y/N nuzzles further into him as he continues to kiss.

“Mmm. I feel warm, welcomed, privileged. I feel admired, and a bit hard.”

She playfully scoffs, “Ridiculous.”

“Hmm?” How dare he? He knows.

“You know what you look and sound like. You know what you do to people.”

“Maybe. But I want to do things to you right now, want you to listen to me.”

She could float away any minute, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m listening.” She can feel him smile in their kiss.

“Good. Now, shut up.” Y/N was done for.

“You know, I saw you in the park before we talked, with your nose in that book and your lips mouthing the words. Looked like a cute little cliche,” he laughs at the corniness of the encounter, “Such a pretty thing, yeah? I bet you cry every time Darcy confesses his love, like the sweetheart you are.”

Y/N groans quietly with her eyes closed, continuing to listen and concentrate on the movement of his lips against her skin, “Now, I’m here with my very own Elizabeth. You seem so defiant but you’re just waiting for me to do something. Is that the kinda girl you are, honey? The kind that won’t be told what to do, unless it’s in the bedroom? Huh?”

“God."

“I can feel you try and hold back. Don’t be scared to move your body against mine. Let your body feel me, thats it. You want me to keep talking?” She nods,“I like women like you. You know what you want, you know how to get it. You wanted me, you got me. You got me where you want me, telling you naughty things that you’re gonna touch yourself to later.” Y/N breathes heavier and tries not to moan at his words,  

“That’s what you’re going to do isn’t it? Think about me while you come?” He sits up and pats his thigh,”Come here,” She looks very hesitant but is reassured by his sly smile, “Let’s not deny ourselves.

She climbs on, feeling the seam of her jeans rubbing against her tender center. She can feel him hard underneath her and she leans her body against his, chest to chest. His arms envelope her, making sure to keep her steady, “You’re driving me mental, like I’m 17,” He laughs again, “Pretty girl rubbing herself on me and I can’t keep my mouth off her neck. Jesus,” Her hips start to roll and he continues, “I want to turn you on so bad that it hurts. I want your pussy to hurt for me, I want your eyes to water. I want you to cry for me because I made you feel so good.”

She gasps and bucks on top of him, “You're going to make me break my rule.”

“I will only follow your rules. It’s what you want, and I’m having fun with what you want. We stop when you want to. We do whatever you want,” The way he dominates her but lets her be in charge leaves her head spinning in a new kind of bliss.

Y/N whispers, “I don’t think I want to stop.”

He flips her on her back, rutting against her, “Make sure you speak up, baby. I want you to be sure. I want you to feel good. I know you’d feel just like heaven.” He kisses her hard and so full of passion that he almost sounds out of breath. He strokes her button lip with his fingers before moving his face close again, “Is it wrong to wanna fuck a sweet little Angel like you? I wanna fuck you until you can’t call out for God anymore. I want you to scream my name. I wanna hear my name over and over again. I wanna be your god. I want you to feel my cock so deep inside you that you pray for more.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Y/N couldn’t imagine this if she tried.

“Say my name. I wanna hear my name.”

She buries her face in his chest while he continues to grind into her, “Henry, Henry, Henry, Henry.”

“The way you say it,” She boldly, and involuntarily, nibbles at his chest through his shirt and sighs surprisingly loud, “fuck. Can I touch you? Please, I wanna feel it. I wanna feel your pussy.”

“Yes.”

“You’re fucking soaked.” He glides his fingers up and down, softy and teasingly grazing over her clit. He relishes in her small cries, “I know you wanna come but you’re nervous. It’s ok. Just kiss me and I’ll take care of you.”

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[kaaytea]

Hmmmm how about a cute blurb thing of amiko falling asleep on miyuki? Maybe on the way home from a game?

Peaceful moments

A/n: I'm sorry this took so long, my dear! I will say that this was sO fucking cute to write, I really do just love these two 🤧

KDAU Navi

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Bright, sunburst colors filtered through the bus windows as it bumped and jostled its way down the roads. The air on the vehicle was calm and quiet, apart from a few hushed giggles leaving a group playing cards from the back. Most of the boys were half-awake after exerting themselves over such a hard game. As much as they were thankful to play extra innings and eventually take the game, not even the satisfaction of victory could help them replenish their energy after playing in the hot Tokyo sun for hours.

Amiko tried to keep her hand steady as the bus bumped along the road. She always copied the pitcher’s stats into small, hand-held notebooks after a game as it was an easy way for her and Kazuya to keep track of the three of them. The girl fought tooth and nail to keep her eyes open as she jotted down her observations on Furuya. It wasn't just the players who would have their energy sapped from the heat, Amiko was always mentally and physically exhausted from keeping score in the dugout after long games. Her eyes started to droop and hungered to stay closed each time she blinked.

The notebook was gently pried from her grip when she almost face-planted into the seat in front of her, a snort of amusement came from the person to her left as she scrambled to catch herself.

"Miko you're half dead right now, just take a nap."

Amiko groaned in complaint when she looked over at Miyuki. The girl made feeble attempts to take the notebook from his strong grip but eventually gave up. She flopped her head into the catcher’s side, to which he wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer to his body.

"But I have to finish updating Furuya's notebooook, no one but me does it."

"Then I'll do it."

Amiko tilted her head up slightly, a tired pout spread across her face, "But your handwriting is uglyyy"

Miyuki fought the urge to burst out laughing at the girl tucked into his side. He could easily tell she was beyond tired due to how out of it she was, but he couldn't help admiring how cute her dazed face looked.

"Your writing isn't any better while on a bus and half asleep," he teased.

Amiko's nose scrunched up at his words, she didn't have the mental capacity to think of a comeback so instead, she curled further into his touch.

Miyuki's heart melted as he watched her start drifting to sleep. He had won their little stand-off just as planned. Miyuki pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Amiko's head before closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep, his head peacefully leaning on top of hers.

The quiet atmosphere of the bus was suddenly broken by a yell of complaint from a, particularly loud southpaw.

"Oi Sawamura, shut up!" Kuramochi whisper yelled, throwing his hat at the boy for extra measure. Sawamura dodged the hat but looked up at his senpai with a distraught expression.

"But Haruichi keeps winning Uno! We have to overthrow him!"

"It's not my fault you're terrible at this game, Eijun-Kun," Haruichi shot back, his voice completely calm as he gracefully shuffled the cards in his hand. Sawamura's expression morphed from determination to one reminiscent of a kicked puppy at his friend’s harsh words.

"I don't care what you do as long as you do it fucking quietly! Some of us are trying to sle- what now?!" Kuramochi's rant was cut off by Sawamura slapping at his arm and pointing to the seat behind his repeatedly stuttering out "K-kuramochi-senpai!"

Kuramochi, beyond annoyed at his roommate’s odd behavior and too tired to ignore him, popped his head up and looked at the seats directly behind him where he was met with quite an interesting sight.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he scrambled for his phone, quickly opening the camera app and snapping a few pictures of Seidou's fearsome 'Catcher-Kataoka duo'.

He sat back in his seat and flipped through the photos with a mischievous look before turning to an appalled-looking Eijun and Haruichi.

"This, my dear Kouhais," he said flipping his phone to showcase the picture of Miyuki with his face squished up against Amiko, "Is what your Senpai calls future blackmail."

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Kataoka was making one last swoop over the bus before heading to his office; he loved the boys but they were unfathomably messy. Not to mention the time someone forgot to wake up Furuya who ended up sleeping on the bus the entire night and wasn't found until the next morning when he didn't show up for practice. Since the Furuya incident, he had made sure to check the bus thoroughly before locking it up for the night.

The man instantly spotted the tufts of brown hair sticking up from one of the seats near the back when he stepped back onto the bus. When he quietly made his way to see what poor soul was left behind this time a small smile tugged at his lips.

Kataoka was very strict about the fact there would be no explicit PDA in Amiko and Miyuki's relationship when around the team, but he couldn't deny that the sight of them snuggled up together was cute. He had unintentionally started viewing Miyuki as a son when he noticed that they were both taking their relationship seriously, thus the older man quickly garnered a soft spot for the pair of them.

He smiled softly at his daughter and her boyfriend, letting the couple have a few more minutes of peace before gently reaching out to wake them up.

[svnnysidevp]

ship meme for All hehe

𝘀𝗵���𝗽 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲  /  * accepting  !

are u ready 4 this . zimzalabim

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆 & 𝒔𝒚𝒅  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  syd solely because lane is a little bitch n refuses to cook whenever he sees so much as a spiderweb in the kitchen

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  uhhh kinda wanna say lane once he gets over all his issues w commitment :) it’ll take a while but he’ll get there n it’ll be a nice cute quiet romantic dinner !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  lane no question abt it that is a period full stop

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  lane on the sexual front syd on the romantic side ? but lane can be romantic too if / when he feels like it !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  lane . he alrdy did it once so i mean :) but after the whole fake dating thing he wouldn’t find a reason to leave anymore :)

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  syd mayb just bc of the way lane is NJKSDNFDS

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  LANE

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  lane mostly sends cooking recipes and syd sends lil writer’s blurbs abt characters / plots he might forget in the morning so like both ig

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  LANE

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  mmm syd !

𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏 & 𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  aspen sets it free somewhere on the back porch she cant kill spiders : (

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  aspen !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  nelly mayb ! during one of their nice nights together just hangin out n getting high she jus leans in n aspen has lowkey been waiting for this for a while :’)

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  aspen !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  nelly since thats the plot NSJKDNFS she was less committed than aspen was and when they both realized that it was a sobfest ha ha

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  aspen at first but then nelly later on when aspen finally finds someone else and she realizes what she’s been missing this whole time

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  close compet but im gna say nelly , simply because she’s the one who invites aspen over to take naps all the time

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  nelly ! aspen always quick to reply tho :/

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  nelly 

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  aspen no doubt !

𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒐 & 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  milo ! but he doesnt kill the spider either just lets it out the window .

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  milo is the more romantic one so it would be him !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  evika . milo gets hard almost immediately its so embarrasing . NJKSNDJFS 

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  evika !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  evika , maybe ! she doesnt want to ruin him but honestly milo’s felt more alive than he ever has with her around

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  evika , especially when milo gets a gf while theyre still makin sex tapes 

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  evika !

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  well theyre like . roomies so they dont rly send texts NJKSDNF but mayb evika ?

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  LOL evika no contest

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  milo bc he cant help the sap :/

𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒖 & 𝒍𝒚𝒍𝒆  !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  lyle hehe

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  if we’re talking abt proposing their whole cheatin situation it was probably definitely heeju who was like “ what she doesnt know wont hurt her :) “

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  heeju ( see above )

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  heeju !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  mmm heeju , mayb ? it cld be either of them ngl LOL

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  heeju is awfully possessive over her sister’s boyfriend :) likes to remind him who she does belong to when shes giving him head in the family bathroom

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  heeju who will do anything to not get a real job LOL

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  lyle sends her cute lil sketches that hes worked on . heeju saves them all even if she doesnt reply to any of them to avoid looking like she’s been waiting for his texts :/

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  heeju ! shes a good camgirl for a reason

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  heeju ! or maybe they said it at the same time tbh who knows they just rly like the sex NJSKDNFS

𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  kiya ! moses is big baby scared of spiders : (

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  LMAO moses probably ! he does it when theyre both drunk and after their fifth round of sex for the night and hes high on life and love and is like fuck it lets do it baby i know the law

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  moses !

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  MOSES !

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  MOSES do u see the pattern here NKJSDNFS

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  kiya doesn’t get jealous much bc she believes that whatever she and moses has is real and he only loves her : ( moses only gets jealous when hes around and can see her hanging w someone else and takes it upon himself to fuck her into remembering who she belongs to ! 

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  moses :)

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  moses but theyre mostly just booty calls and sexts and half hearted “miss u”s

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  moses !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  moses ! because hes a fool . and kiya’s a fool for saying it right back . :)

𝒍𝒆𝒙 & 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  lex !

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  aH probably lex because he’s a lil meticulous like that and would have everything planned down to a T !

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  arian ! lex did a lot of planning for this fake dating but was always scared to initiate anything physical so arian had to do it for him :)

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  LEX ! again , if it isnt anything physical hehe when it comes to like dates or w/E

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  arian’s ex would probably come back to him first bc lex is a big dick LOL but honestly at that point lex would feel more for arian than his own ex-boyfriend so he’d be the one left behind rip

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  lex !

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  arian ! lex does a lot all the time he is a walking bullet journal .

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  arian ! 

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  arian !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  lex ! it freaks him out a bit bc falling in love was not part of the plan but once he did fall he couldnt stop it so here he is … just a guy standing in front of a guy .. asking him to leave his bf and choose him instead !

𝒄𝒆𝒍 & 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒐𝒙 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  cel !

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  maddox ! cel would be surprised but it wld also warm her emotionally stunted heart : (

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  cel ! it was by their favorite tree and after they’d had yet another argument . it escalated v quickly after that .

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  both of them ! they fuck like bunnies . anywhere n everywhere . its so embarrassing like pls there r children here … NJSKDFNSJDF

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  cel would b the first to distance herself if she felt like they were getting too close again ? she doesnt think she deserves anything happy . tragic !

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  both of them ! they’re both equally possessive over someone they claim isn’t theirs !

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  maddox !

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  maddox ! cel replies to none of them but thinks abt them the rest of the day .

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  cel !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  cel . they were drunk n she was affectionate n she missed him : (

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 & 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  no one ! peter is fond of spiders he keeps them in a jar or lets them out the window as per mason’s request

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  peter ! he’d stumbled over his words the whole time but he powered thru bc his love for mason outweighed everything else :(

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  mason ! after his theatre showcase at the camp . peter turned pink from head to toe .

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  mason ! peter is a big baby when it comes to relationship tingz seeing as he’s never been in one so mason would have to take the lead and be patient with him re: everything :(

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  mason would be more likely to but tbh neither of them bc theyre the best boys and love each other too much to do that the end .

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  peter ! cue that whole summer of him giving mason crush advice for SOMEONE ELSE like a fool !

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  mason ! he’s influenced peter and now there r days they both stay in bed cuddling until noon .

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  mason ! peter replies to all of them tho dont worry :(

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  mason !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  peter . he backtracked over his words and frantically reminded mason that if he didnt feel the same way it was fine and there was no rush ( internally he was like haha please dont break my heart :( .. ) but the sigh of relief he felt when mason said he loved him too ? BREATHTAKIN !

𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 & 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊 , og legends !

𝐰𝐡𝐨   .  .  .  .

001. .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ?  levi .

002. .   .   .   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?  levi . it was a shotgun wedding . only one other of brooke’s sisters , half stoned , turned up as witness .

003.  .   .   .   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  levi ! it was bound to happen though , after all the incessant flirting and back and forths . inevitable .

004.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?  both of them ! 

005.  .   .   .   𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ?  both , too . theyre both equally bad for each other it’s . heartwarming :)

006.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?  arden , initially . then when she and xun started hangin out more levi turned into that :eyes: emoji so fast

007.  .   .   .   𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 ?  levi ! 

008.  .   .   .   𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐀𝐌 ?  levi ! it’s mostly just him telling arden he misses her . or the bed emoji . either way arden comes for him anyway .

009.   .   .   .  𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ?  both !

010.   .   .   .  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ?  arden . the first time she says it to levi is when they’re on the rooftop of her sorority house havin sex . the night sky is pretty and the music is muffled from beneath them and levi sounds so nice moaning as she ride him prompts it to slip from her lips ! her heart stops a bit but then levi says he loves her too and it’s okay again , they’re okay again ( more than okay as he continues to help her chase her own orgasm on his dick ! ).

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MCYT Masterlist

Headcanons: 

Cuddling With Dream SMP Members

Dream SMP Members Hearing You’re Dead

Dream SMP Members Hear You're Receiving Hate

Imagines: Stories:

Royal AU -Dream SMP In The medieval times.

Blurbs:

Dream Was Taken

George Not Found

Sap Nap

Technoblade

Wilbur Soot

Quackity

Karl Jacobs

Punz

Eret

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Sap Nap Masterlist

Headcanons: Imagines:  Stories: Blurbs:

Friends-Sap Nap and Y/n are ‘friends.’