armlessarmin

[armlessarmin]

Busy Bee

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader

Summary: you may have accidentally fallen asleep on draco, but in your defense, he was really comfortable to sleep on! now, though, you're forced to face your feelings for him and do something about them

Word Count: 2.6k+

Masterlist

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“Blaise, move your big arse away from my comfy spot.”

You had a tiring day of classes, and wanted nothing more than to just relax for the rest of the night. You had gone back to the Slytherin common room to hopefully see some of your friends and just wind down for the night. 

Everyone in Slytherin knew there was one special spot on the lounge couch that was reserved for you. You had spent countless hours and dozens of nights in that exact spot either studying or just hanging out with friends. That was your spot, and when you came into the common room, everyone knew to make way for it. 

Blaise chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, (Y/N), didn’t realize you’d be back so early.”

“Early?” You exclaimed as you jumped into your spot. “I’ve been busting my butt all morning for these stupid exams. I’m exhausted.”

Pansy groaned from her spot on the floor. “Why don’t you just cut yourself a break once in a while? It’s no fun when my best friend is too busy for, like, anything anymore.”

You frowned. “I’m not too busy for you! I’m here now, aren’t I?” You grabbed a blanket from the stockpile you kept in the common room, and wrapped yourself tight in it. 

Pansy rolled her eyes with a smile. “Yeah, yeah. You’re just in time to hear about the latest shit with Emma.” 

Pansy had a wild grudge against this poor Hufflepuff girl who didn’t even know that Pansy was beefing with her. It was quite funny, honestly, but you loved Pansy enough to let her moan on about what annoying thing Emma does everyday. 

“Oh goody.” Draco came out from the stairwell into the common room with a roll of his eyes. “Another go round of how insufferable you think that Hufflepuff is.” 

He glanced over to see you cocooned in your blanket and let out a soft laugh. Draco took his seat next to you and laid his arm over the back of the couch behind you. 

Draco intrigued you. Over the last year, the two of you had grown quite close. You considered Draco a good friend, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t wish it were more. Draco was kind. He was flirtatious and charming, but he was sweet and gentle with you as well. Sometimes you thought Draco may have feelings for you in return, but you were far too scared to confront him about it. 

“Well, for starters, we already know how much of a know it all she is, but for some reason she has to showboat just how smart she is. You’d think she was a Ravenclaw what with how obsessed she is with being correct.” Pansy said. 

Blaise started to respond to her squawking when Draco shifted closer to you. Blaise’s voice drifted away as you focused your attention to Draco. 

“You alright, Dray?” You asked. 

He smiled slightly. “Yeah, just trying to get comfortable. Salazar knows Pansy will be talking about this nonsense for hours.” 

Draco dropped his arm from the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulder and pull you into him. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, silently hoping Draco couldn’t feel the intensity of it. 

You tried to hide the grin threatening to break out on your lips as you snuggled closer to his chest. This was definitely a first for you guys. Though you and Draco had been quite flirty, he’d never been so open with his physical touch before. 

“Then she had the nerve to choose me as her partner. Like I would ever consider her!” Pansy glanced over at you and did a double take when she saw you wrapped up in Draco. Her eyes grew slightly, but she averted them with a clear of her throat as to not make it obvious. 

“And then, she had the audacity-“

“She really is quite obsessed with this hufflepuff, huh?” Draco whispered to you, quiet enough for Pansy not to hear. 

You looked up at him. His face was so close to yours, your noses were practically touching. You bit your lip as a smile threatened your face. 

“Yeah,” you whispered back as you stared into his eyes. “Leave her be though, it keeps her entertained.”

Draco chucked, his minty breath hitting your face due to your close proximity. Your own breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t realized just how close you were to him. You could feel your stomach doing cartwheels as you took in all of his glorious features up close. The glimmer in his eyes, the point of his nose, the curve of his lips. 

“I didn’t see you earlier,” Draco shifted the conversation, pulling your gaze from his lips back to his eyes. “What were you doing all day, busy bee?”

You blushed at the nickname. “I was just in the library writing up essays and study guides for our finals.” You let out a yawn, the reminder of your morning making you realize just how exhausted you were. 

“Sleepy?” Draco murmured in your ear.

You nodded your head with a mumbled ‘yes’, then rested your head on his shoulder. Draco wrapped his arm tight around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. With his other hand, he softly combed his fingers through your hair.

You hummed as you closed your eyes. “You’re comfy,” you sleepily mumbled. 

Draco chuckled. His fingers brushed against your cheeks every once in a while as he gently continued combing through your hair. 

As you felt yourself falling asleep, you could hear Draco shushing Pansy and Blaise to ensure they didn't wake you. 

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The next morning you wake in your bed, unsure of how you got there. You must have gone up sometime in the night and just not remembered. 

With a shrug, you stood up and stretched your arms over your head. Pansy was snoring in the bed next to you. You tiptoed over to her and gently shook her awake. 

“Pansy,” you called as you shook her some more. “Come on, babe, time to wake up.” 

She just grumbled and swatted your hand from her shoulder. You huffed. Pansy was terrible in the mornings, and for some reason unknown to you, she didn’t believe in alarm clocks so you got stuck waking her up every morning. 

A mischievous idea came to mind, and with a smirk you jumped on top of her sleeping body. 

“Ahh!” She shouted as you frantically shook her awake.

“It’s wake up time, Pans! We’ve got to get ready for our charms exam this fine, beautiful morning.” You said with a laugh. 

Pansy sat up and pushed you off of her so you laid on the bed instead. “Geez,” she grinned as she rubbed at her sleepy eyes. “Who knew a night with Draco would make you so chipper this morning.”

You sat upright in crisscross as your smile fell. “Wait, what?”

You had spent the night with Draco? But that didn’t make sense, you woke up by yourself in your own bed. Plus, you would have remembered if something had happened between the two of you. 

Pansy saw your confused expression and chuckled. She grabbed a pillow and gently swatted you in the face with it. “Not like that, you silly. Salazar knows if you slept with Draco you’d have probably died of happiness.”

“Hey!” You whined as a blush started creeping on your cheeks. “I’m not that crazy for him.” 

“Oh, please,” Pansy scoffed with a slight smile. “I saw the way you cuddled up with him last night. I almost had a heart attack for you when I saw how close you were! Go (Y/N), go (Y/N)!” She cheered. 

You laughed and pushed Pansy away from you. “Shut up!” Your giggles died down as you recalled how you laid with him last night. “Was it really that obvious?”

“Girl please! I thought Draco was gonna scoop you up and run away with you. You should have seen the look on his face when you fell asleep on him. He looked at you like you hung the damn stars in the sky.”

Your heart fluttered. You knew there was something going on with you and Draco, but by the way Pansy was talking, though she had a knack for exaggeration, it sounded like he really did have a thing for you. 

“So, what do I do now?” You asked as you slightly rocked back and forth on her bed. 

“Are you joking?” Pansy deadpanned at you. “(Y/N/N), you gotta go get your man! I’m tired of watching you two drool like little puppies over each other just for nothing to come out of it.” 

Your cheeks flushed. It had been a long time of this back and forth with Draco, and you decided you were ready to see where it got you. 

“Okay, I’m gonna tell him next time I see him.” You said. 

Pansy cheered. “Yes, finally! Now hurry up, I’ll help you pick a cute outfit that has ‘date me’ written all over it.” 

You chuckled as Pansy eagerly jumped up and ran to your closet. She grabbed your shortest skirt, a white button up top, and your Slytherin robes. 

“Pans, how is this any different than my usual outfit?” You asked as you stood from the bed and joined her near the closet. 

“Ah, my sweet (Y/N), it’s not about the clothes you wear, but how you wear them.” She grinned as she threw the clothes into your hands. “Put them on so I can work my magic.”

You chuckled and stripped out of your pajamas to put on your school outfit. Turning back to Pansy, you said, “Okay, now what?” 

She devilishly grinned. Pansy pulled your skirt even higher up your legs to expose just a bit more of the skin there. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt and fixed your boobs so they popped out a little bit more. She wrapped the robe around your shoulders, but let the front open so you could see everything underneath. 

“And no tie,” she added, “that way your shirt can stay that way.”

You chuckled. “You get me into all these crazy shenanigans, you know that right?” 

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah,” you added wearily, “but what if it’s too much? I mean, we still have to go to class. It’s not like I'm only going to see Draco.”

“Who cares?” Pansy asked as she started to dress herself in a similar manner. “Let the other boys stare and show Draco that you’re a hottie who other boys can get at if he decides he’s gonna be a wuss today.”

You laughed. Pansy always knew just how to make you feel better. “Alright, let’s get out there, then. Don’t wanna keep all the boys waiting.” You winked at her. 

Pansy smirked and wrapped her arm with yours. You walked out together and down to your first class that you shared. 

Luckily for you, Draco did not share the same period for charms as you. You thought if Draco was in the class you would have surely failed your final. 

You felt pretty confident in your answers, and soon enough class was dismissed. 

Your heart beat out of your chest as you said your goodbyes to Pansy and walked to your next class: one you shared with Draco. 

Nervously, you picked at your clothes as you walked to potions. On your way there, you couldn’t help but notice all of the random students staring at you. Boys, and girls, sneaked peaks at you as you walked past them. 

It felt nice to be noticed, you just hoped Draco would react in a similar way. 

Speak of the devil.

There Draco stood in all his glory. He leaned against the wall outside of the potions room looking you up and down. Draco’s lip was trapped between his teeth and he sized you up. 

“Bloody hell, (Y/N).” Draco mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear over your rapidly-beating heart. 

Draco pushed himself off the wall and started walking towards you, meeting you halfway. He didn’t say anything. All he could do was stare. Draco knew you were gorgeous; he’d be a bloody fool to not have noticed it before, but there was something about the way you looked that made his head spin. 

While he shouldn’t say it, Draco had always imagined how you would look after he’d had his way with you. He didn’t ever want to seem like a creep, you were too sweet for that, but that just made him more curious. 

In all honesty, he didn’t know you had this in you. 

“Uh, Draco?” You asked. Draco had zoned out as he stared at you. You could feel your cheeks getting warm and you took in how awestruck he looked. 

“Hm?” He glanced back up into your eyes. “Sorry, sweetheart, you just- you just look incredible. Well, you look gorgeous everyday, just you look gorgeous and sexy if that makes sense.” 

You raised an eyebrow almost teasingly. “Oh, so you think I look sexy now, huh?” You don’t know where this newfound confidence came from, but you liked the way Draco’s eyes widened as you crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your boobs out ever so slightly.

Once he recovered, a smirk adorned his handsome face. “I always think you look sexy, now I'm just seeing it in person rather than my dreams. And speaking of dreams,” Draco grinned devilishly, “how did you sleep last night, darling?” 

You had almost forgotten about the confusion of the night. “I slept well. I think.” You chuckled as you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I don’t exactly remember getting to bed, though. Care to enlighten me?” 

Draco chuckled, “You fell asleep, quite adorably I might add, and I as the gentleman I am had the privilege of carrying you up the stairs and tucking you in for the night.” 

You smiled, “how come you didn’t just wake me?”

Draco’s cheeks tinged pink. “I, uh, I just knew how tired you were from your morning and I didn’t want to disturb you. Hope that was okay.” Draco rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly. 

You grinned and reached up to squeeze his arm. “It was really sweet of you, Draco.” 

The two of you stared at each other for a minute, the silence held some tension, it had some longing imbedded into it. 

“Draco…” 

“Do you want to go out sometime?” Draco cut you off. 

You gaped at him. “Like a date?”

Draco smiled, “yeah, exactly a date. I knew I’ve liked you for a little while, (Y/N), but when you cuddled up against me last night, I had this thought that I wanted to do it again. And then again after that too. You held onto like you needed me, and, uh, I really liked that.”

Draco blushed a little at his confession and shuffled his feet around nervously. 

You couldn’t help but grin and wrap your arms tight around his neck. Draco was a little taken aback by your quick movement, but surely sunk into your hug and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“I’d love to go out with you, Dray,” you whispered as you were pressed so close to him. “I’ve been hoping you would ask me out for a long time.”

Draco pulled away, but still held his hands on your waist. “Sorry for keeping you waiting so long, darling.”

You giggled and grabbed Draco’s hands to pull him towards the classroom. “Come on, Slughorn doesn’t wait for anyone and I need to do good on this exam.”

Draco chuckled and let you pull him along to class. He couldn’t wait to finally take you out on a date. 

#bwahhh so precious!!!!! #miss napping on my partner </3 #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter

[armlessarmin]

veritaserum — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

request: Hi I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw reader please! a spell gone wrong makes Malfoy can say nothing but the truth throughout the day. Scared but too embarrassed to approach a teacher, he decided to go to y/n instead because she’s the top student of their charms class to help undo the spell but what he didn’t consider is how he would later straight out confess his attraction towards her, going on and on about her hair, her eyes, etc and they just share a heart-to-heart moment

a/n: i did Not proofread this so i apologize in advance if there r any typos!! also i made a v minor change to the req but other than that bon appetit

Someone spiked Draco’s morning pumpkin juice.

It would have been really helpful if he’d noticed it before he laughed at Snape’s face and called him a greasy git, after which his eyes grew comically wide and and he tried to hurriedly apologize (more out of fear for his parents than Snape)—only for his mouth to tell Snape to “go wash your hair for bloody once”.

Veritaserum. Someone put blithering Veritaserum in his drink, and now he can’t open his mouth without spitting out several of his deepest, darkest secrets.

“Two points from Slytherin for your uncharacteristic and very offensive behavior, mister Malfoy,” Snape had sneered. “I will only tolerate this foolery once. The next time you dare to speak to me like that, I will not hesitate to treat you the same way I would treat any other student.”

Draco would have tried to defend himself, but he isn’t stupid enough to let another truthful insult slip out by accident, so he’d kept his mouth shut and nodded.

If one were to go into detail, they would tell you about how Draco had tried to ask Madame Pomfrey to help undo the potion’s effects only to severely insult the poor old lady’s hair, and how he’d also tried to ask McGonagall only to admit the fact that he’d cheated on her transfiguration test two years ago. He has insulted every single person he has tried to talk to so far during the day. He’s called Crabbe an illiterate oaf, told a random Gryffindor couple passing by that they look absolutely dreadful together (something that he doesn’t really regret blurting out, but he could have lived without letting them know), and admitted to Professor Flitwick that he’d paid someone to do most of his essays.

But if one were to put it simply, they would go like this: Draco is in a dilemma, and he needs help, fast.

Except he has severely offended every single person he has tried to ask for help, and will no doubt do the same for anyone he plans on asking. Draco is desperate. He is halfway through the school day and the effects of the truth serum have yet to wear off. At this rate, he’s going to lose all of his friends, as well as lose his teachers’ favor.

Draco can’t ask a teacher in fear that all of his good grades will slip from his grasp at a single (honest) insult. He can’t stick it out for the rest of the day, either, because when he spends too long a time not talking to anyone, it seems that the truth potion grows impatient and starts making him blurt out a bunch of his innermost secrets.

He has already shouted “I peed my pants when I was eight” in the Great Hall; there is no time to waste.

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#i am kicking my feet!!! skdjshdja #this was the sweetest!!!!!! #bwahhhhh #so cute!!!! im gonna start cooing!!! #i love the way you write <333 #you truly have such a way with words #havent enjoyed a good fic like this in a wa #in a while!!! #harry potter #draco malfoy x reader

[armlessarmin]

two sworn enemies — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

requests are closed for now! please refrain from plagiarizing my work.

After being on the receiving end of Malfoy’s torment for four whole years at Hogwarts—a place where she’s supposed to be making friends and learning and making the most out of all her youthful years—[Y/N] is beginning to grow tired.

The last thing she’s supposed to be worrying about is a snarky Slytherin boy who always has some sort of rude remark resting on his lips every time he comes across her in the corridors. Or anywhere, for that matter—Draco Malfoy’s incessant jest seems to stay within no boundaries.

Eleven-year-old [Y/N] used to be fazed by it; she used to cry herself to sleep every time the platinum blond would push past her in the hallway, yelling out something offensive on his way, usually to do with her friendship with blood-traitors and the “big-headed” Harry Potter (or so Malfoy referred to him). She used to feel angry—angry enough to want to whip her wand out at him and hex him into oblivion every time he’d even as much as lay eyes on her. But the more Malfoy tried to bother her, the more it didn’t anymore.

Fourth year wasn’t so bad. Malfoy had already called her about a hundred nasty names at that point and was running out of them—his creativity was dwindling and [Y/N]’s concern along with it. She’d even laughed at him, one time during Transfiguration class—genuinely laughed, not out of frustration or anger but because she found something that he said to her funny.

“How does it feel being surrounded by blood-traitors and Mudbloods, [Y/L/N]? Pity you chose the wrong crowd to hang around.”

“How did it feel to get punched by a girl, Malfoy? I hear Hermione packs quite a punch.”

Malfoy’s nose had wrinkled into his signature sneer before he scoffed. “Tell Granger she can improve her right hook.” At which point [Y/N] had snorted out a laugh—and yes, it wasn’t a full-blown burst of chortles, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Fifth year rolls around and Draco Malfoy is the least of [Y/N]’s worries. She’s gotten over his nagging at this point; all his jabs have lost a bit, if not all of their luster.

But then a week after classes have started, Malfoy starts acting—weird. Very weird. [Y/N] has no idea what’s gotten into him, but Draco’s cruel insults seem to have veered off course and taken a very dramatic turn. He still yells at her in the hallways, but not to make some harmful jibe [Y/N] has heard thousands of times before. Instead Draco—yes, Draco Malfoy, the same boy who has never once failed to torment her in the past years they’ve known each other—has now made it a habit to yell pick-up lines. At her. At [Y/N]. At the same girl he’s been bad-mouthing for the past four years.

The first time it happens, [Y/N] can’t believe her ears. She thinks he’s yelling at someone else other than her, because there is no way bloody Draco Malfoy is shouting “DO YOU PLAY QUIDDITCH? BECAUSE YOU SEEM LIKE A KEEPER” at her from halfway across the Great Hall.

But he’s definitely staring at her, grinning widely in that conceited sort of way that [Y/N] has always despised.

“Is he talking to me?” [Y/N] asks Hermione, bewildered.

“Looks like it.” Hermione looks just as surprised as her. “Knowing Malfoy, he’s not up to anything good. Ignore him, [Y/N].”

But ignoring Draco Malfoy is not something [Y/N] is capable of; the feistiness in her makes sure of that. So instead of moving on and turning a blind eye, she cups her hands over her mouth and yells, just as loud, “ARE YOU A BLUDGER? BECAUSE I’D LOVE TO BASH A BEATER’S BAT INTO YOUR—”

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#harry potter #draco malfoy x reader #this one had my heart buzzing!!! so incredibly cute!!!! #im very soft for a good enemies to lovers <33 #this was absolutely darling <33 #thank you for posting 💖💖

[armlessarmin]

Out of Time

Oliver Wood x gn!reader

summary: Oliver keeps putting quidditch first and forgetting about you; It feels like you’re running out of time.

warnings: pet name ‘angel’? ig? and it’s sad

a/n: i’ve just been listening to blur all day and had this idea - at least i’m writing something I DONT LIKE IT ANYMORE😭

Inspired by Out of time ~ Blur <3

And watch the world spinning

Gently out of time

Tell me I'm not dreaming

But are we out of time?

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

You always admired and supported Oliver’s passion for quidditch; Watching every game, listening to every ramble and even ignoring all of those missed date nights. He was at practice after all. Though they stung, you let them slide.

“If we stop dreaming now, we’ll never succeed y/n!” He’d say with such vigour, such triumph, you couldn’t stay mad.

But then it started to build. Soon you were sitting in the library for hours, waiting for him, running out of time; “What are you doing in here?” Percy startled you from your light snooze, his cold prefect voice rumbling through the library.

“Sorry Percy, I was waiting for Oliver,” You replied lazily, “Have you seen him?” There was a hint of hope in your tone.

Percy sighed, his stern look softening slightly. “Last time I saw him, he was leaving the dorm— broom in hand.”

Feeling dejected, you gathered your books in your arms, “I’ll head to my dorm, sorry again.”

As you left the library you watched the clock hit 10. Out of time.

At least you’d see Oliver in the mornings, in the Great Hall; “Morning, angel” He said with a smile, a charming smile, a smile that was oblivious to the pain you had felt mere hours before. You returned the gesture, hopeful that today he wouldn’t miss your study date again.

“Date tonight, in the library, am I correct?” His sweet accent pulling you out of your slight trance, charming smile still directed at you.

“Hm? Oh! Yes, tonight,” You answered, unaware that you would be trudging back from the library at 8pm having been stood up— again.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

You knocked firmly on Oliver’s door.

“Hey y/n, what are you-?” He breathed as he opened it, pausing when he noticed the book in your hand, “Oh- Angel I completely forgot! I’ve just-“

“You‘ve been so busy lately that you haven’t found the time — for me,” You weren’t entirely sure what you were saying, or what you were trying to achieve.

“I know, I’m sorry about missing tonight, I swear I’ll-“

Tonight. Just tonight.

“Oliver, do you know how many dates you’ve missed?” He stared at you blankly; You felt tears forming as you reeled off the multiple missed meet ups from that fortnight alone, though you didn’t dare let them fall yet.

“I can just feel the world spinning - I’m spinning - gently out of time,” You spoke softly, “Because of you, and I don’t think I can let it happen anymore Ollie.” Your voice broke as the tears threatened to fall.

“No- please,” He looked to you; Sympathy, sadness and hope painted his features.

“I think we’re out of time,” You suggested, taking a shallow breath in.

“Out of time?” He returned, a tear rolling down his cheek. You stepped forward to embrace him; You still admired him.

“Out of time.” You repeated, stepping away.

Perhaps he was the right person, but you caught him at the wrong time. Maybe he wasn’t the right person at all.

Whatever it was, you were out of time.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

loool sad </3

ty @velvetcloxds for reading this for me

tagging; @sheraayasher and @mirclealignr ily both for asking to be tagged in stuff <3

#oliver wood x reader #oliver wood #hp #aaaaaaaa #this hurt!!! #right person wrong time always makes my heart ache #ooh poor thing!!!

[armlessarmin]

Hi my love! May i ask for a CC!Sapnap imagine in which you both are playing MCC15 (you’re part of the yellow yaks so barely second :’)) and its like after the celebrations died down you both go into a vc & just,,,, have a cute moment there (u call him starboy and idk just proud of eachother) (& could be at a point where you’re not exactlyyy in a relationship yet but sort of,,, acknowledge the feelings & both parties are still shy???) i hope its not too confusing i just need some sapnap 🥺

▸ STARBOY ⊹ ꜜ .ᐟ ❜

ᥒ ៹ ࣪˖⁩. hi my dear anon! i adore this request omg <3 red rabbits were absolutely incredible, and it was so fun to watch ᵕ̈

ρ ៹ ࣪˖⁩. sapnap ⨯ gn!reader

ᥕ ៹ ࣪˖⁩. 1.3K WORDS. mcc spoilers if u haven't watched it yet! fluff. pining. sapnap's big balls ( uh oh ).

As confident as Sapnap may say he is, he can't hide the fact that he's still shaking with nerves—he can't do that even by fabricated words. He hopes that the viewers don't notice how the camera shakes when he tries to look around—that would be too embarrassing.

Sapnap's been practicing for long enough; he should find comfort in that. But, instead, it seems like it's all thrown away out the window when the event itself is happening. His teammates and his dear chat are saying that he's doing well, but adrenaline is blocking compliments thrown at his face, only focused on winning, winning, and winning.

He really wishes someone would calm him down right now.

It's a bit unfair when he's in a different team from his best friends.

Cooperation works better with people Sapnap can cuss out on, and there are only a few people that Sapnap has in mind.

Sure, he has Dream here, plus George isn't even in MCC, yet he can't help but wish that you weren't in the same team that's against them in Dodgebolt.

He quickly moves when he realizes that an arrow whirled past too close for comfort. The chat scolds him. Damnit, he's distracted again.

"Sapnap, do you wanna shoot this time? You just need to take Punz and (Y/N) out, then we're all good."

He curses under his breath.

RED RABBITS TAKE THE CROWN!

Sapnap watches the words on his screen, shoulders shaking with relief, adrenaline, and shock all at once. Disbelief paints his face for a few seconds, heartbeat ringing in his ears. He can't even feel his fingers. Everything feels so numb in the best way possible.

Holy shit.

"Let's go!" Dream screams into his microphone, and Sapnap swears that he can hear him even without headphones on. It seems to drag him back, reality settling in. "Let's go! Let's fucking go!"

Holy shit.

"Let's fucking go!" Sapnap yells just as loud, ignoring how his voice cracks mid-scream. "Let's go!" Because that seems to be the only phrase they know how to say.

Quackity, Dream, and Michael continue their applause as their avatars teleport away into the winner's stage, up where they have a view of everyone jumping up and down for them. Sapnap leans back on his chair, grinning widely.

They all cheer louder than they need to. It's all well-deserved. They did so well.

Sapnap knows he did so well.

It's all so surreal.

He breathes out, hands shaking as he pushes his avatar forward, giddy as the other players click them from below.

"Oh my god," Quackity whispers, excited. Sapnap feels happy for his friend—for his first MCC win.

A flash of yellow passes by, with Sapnap getting distracted almost immediately. He frowns when he realizes it was just Jack Manifold. ( No offense, of course; he's just not the one he was looking for ).

His eyes move to the chat, fingers move to type out immediately. His teammates' cheers are drowned out as he hurriedly chats with his best friend.

You whisper to Y/U/N: YOU TOLD ME I'D GET A KISS IF I WIN

You whisper to Y/U/N: WHERE'S MY FUCKING KISS Y/N????????

Y/U/N whispers to you: SAPNAP!!

You whisper to Y/U/N: I'M SORRY I HAD TO KILL YOU D:

Y/U/N whispers to you: ITS OK!!

You whisper to Y/U/N: no its not :'(

Y/U/N whispers to you: answer my call on discord dumbass

Sapnap grins, tabbing out to move to discord. He quickly says his goodbyes to his teammates, jumping out of their call while he joins another.

"Oh my god," is the first thing you say as Sapnap connected into the call.

"Oh my god," Sapnap repeats with a bright smile.

"Holy shit, Sapnap!" you shout to your microphone, making Sapnap giggle with a wince. "That was so cool! I know we're, like, enemies in the finale and all—but holy fucking shit, you did so well!"

He beams at the praise, realizing that only now he feels complete with your validation. Down bad, he thinks he hears his fans scream at his face. He has never denied it whenever they said it about the two of you.

"You did a great job, too," Sapnap says, not meaning to let too much affection drip in his voice. "You guys wouldn't be up high if that wasn't the case. And you're in the top ten!"

"I did learn from the best," you say, and his heart glows gold.

Sapnap laughs. He hopes he doesn't sound too flustered. "Oh—fuck, dude," he breathes out, carding his fingers through his hair as he pulled tight—trying hard to ground himself somehow, to get rid of this floaty feeling. "I wish you'd be in my team the next MCC. We would be the best team out there—I'd even go as far as to say better than Dream and I."

A snort emits from his headphones. "Chat said you kept bringing me up just as much as you and Dream kept bringing up George," you say, tone dripping with amusement. Sapnap feels his face heat up. "Couldn't even stand a few hours without me, huh?"

"Shut up," he mumbles. "It must've slipped."

"Simp."

Sapnap hates how he can imagine you said it with a cute, fond smile.

"Whatever, dude." He makes a show of rolling his eyes even though no one can see him but his computer screen. "Did you just want to fangirl over me or…?"

You laugh softly, bring a grin to Sapnap's lips. "C'mere, starboy."

Sapnap perks up at the name, a pink tint creeping up his cheeks as he tries so hard not to stutter. "Huh?"

"Turn around, and you'll see me," you tell him, and Sapnap almost jumps out of his chair from excitement.

He tries not to turn around in real life this time, moving his mouse with laughable speed. Before him, your avatar jumps up and down, clicking his character. Sapnap tries to not think about how adorable your character in a yellow outfit looks. He spams the shift button, grinning so wide when you fawn over his crown.

"Like a true king," Sapnap says, then as an afterthought, "the king of the biggest balls on the planet. My basketball shorts couldn't even keep it in."

"That's gross, you idiot," you say with a laugh. Sapnap grins, proud of himself. "Come here. You wanted your kiss, right?"

He watches as your avatar sneaks towards him, anticipation thrumming in his heartbeat. He bites back a smile.

"Mwah," you say for effect, your avatar's face meeting his. "You did amazing, Sap. I mean it."

Sapnap thinks that this is how he truly won.

"LET'S GO!" he yells out like a man, and he thinks that he might break his keyboard with how fast he's clicking the spacebar.

Worth, it though.

It's always been worth it when it comes to you.

You hum as a notification rings distantly. "What—Dream just texted me." A pause. "Spare the fans? Are you still streaming?"

Sapnap freezes. "Oh, shit."

#im SCREECHING!!! #i love this so much 😭😭😭😭💖 #my heart is so soft and full #i can totally see sapnap screaming over a minecraft kiss #also the reveal of it being broadcasted live has me 😳🥺 #if i ever sap do that live irl towards someone i think ill melt because thats adorable🥺💖 #i loved this so much!!! #thank you!!!!! #sapnap x reader #mcyt

[armlessarmin]

GIVE ME 17 (you can’t harm your soulmate) WITH C!DREAM PLEASE OH MY GOD. angst please 😩😩😩

merci merci sussysoot, congrats my lil sussy for hitting 1k <3

PROMPT 17: YOU CAN'T HARM YOUR SOULMATE.

1K event masterlist

please do not call me your lil sussy again but thank you. EARF :D it sucks that you're on a break while i posted this but i hope that you can find this and i hope it lived up to your expectations<3

pairing: c!dream x gn!reader

warnings: l'manburg era (ouch), angst, violence (no deaths but), dsmp!dream is one sick mf and we all know he knows a lot about one-sided obsession and i was very passionate about those facts in this fic

FOR AS LONG AS DREAM CAN REMEMBER, everyone's always held a grudge against him. Be it something small like a stolen pickaxe, or something crucial like killing everyone by destroying nations. No matter how big or small, it's all sparked anger towards the blond.

Everyone's hated Dream at least once in their lives, even if they still hate him now or they forgot about him the next day.

He finds it funny when people are angry at him. When their faces heat up in rage, and they bare their teeth towards him, as if that will make him shake in his boots or something. It does the complete opposite, actually, and he ends up grinning at their red faces.

Soulmates or not, no one can ever hurt him. He's born to be a god, and gods are untouchable.

He's untouchable, but he can mess with the mortals, he supposes.

But you? He finds it strange how you're the one he's provoked the most, yet you've never even bat a single eyelash at him.

At first, he thought it annoyed him. Why the hell aren't you doing anything? All humans are conditioned to feel intense emotions when provoked, whether it's anger or anguish—and some might say that they feel apathetic towards petty insults, but deep down, they felt something—

—And that something is the emotion that you seem to be missing.

He realized, after days turned into weeks and into months of trying to spark any acknowledgment out of you, that he's captivated. A little obsessed, but he's enamored with the idea of being the first one to make you snap.

You seem to be holding something back; it's Dream's job to uncover this. He's never been one to give up on a challenge.

And as if you knew what he was up to you, you made it your goal to ignore him. You'd go to all lengths to leave the room if he's there, and although it can be frustrating, it drew him to you even more. It gave him a thrill that he's been chasing after all this time—and, in a way, it's not like he can ignore you if he tried.

He's always felt like you were a magnet of some sort, pulling him in no matter how much Dream wanted to turn his head the other way.

He's tried to figure out how to gain a reaction from you—anything but a nonchalant expression and an unamused scoff.

Today isn't so different.

He's leaning against the wall, talking to Sapnap about the latest news about L'manburg and sharing with each other the plans they've thought of before the war, but the door swings open and reveals a familiar figure that makes his pulse stutter.

"Y/N." He grins, lighting up with his entire body by your mere presence.

Sapnap groans, "Oh, here we go again." He pushes himself off of the staircase as if ready to flee the scene, but you hold a stern hand up to stop him. Sapnap blinks, halting in his steps as he glances between the two of you in confusion.

You shoot Dream a sharp glare. "Don't get any ideas; I'm not here for you."

Dream huffs in response, pouting childishly as he watches you walk over to Sapnap. A strange nagging feeling tugs on the back of his head as he watches you pour all your attention on his friend instead of him, so he stays quiet and watches you, almost like a lost puppy waiting for your attention.

It's been this way since the very start of the SMP, no matter the desperate measures Dream took to end it, but you're as stubborn as he is, so it's been a cycle that won't probably be ending any time soon.

"Ah, right," Sapnap says, snapping Dream out of his thoughts. "I don't know, man... I don't think I have enough to help you." Your face visibly falters at Sapnap's words.

Dream blinks, piecing it all together. "I can do it," he chirps. "What did you need?"

You frown. "I don't want to ask for any favors from you."

"It's not a favor!" he protests weakly. "Think of it as a … little help from a friend."

"You're not my friend." And he should've expected it, honestly, but that doesn't mean he won't feel a bit hurt with those words. I mean, all those years of chasing, haven't you held at least some crumb of sympathy from him?

It's Dream's turn to frown. He's grateful for his mask when it comes to situations like these.

You stare at him with a strange expression, and as an afterthought, you say, "Sorry."

Dream perks up, pretending that it didn't affect him at all. "Oh, no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I mean, it stung a little bit, but—"

"That's not what I—" you stop yourself, choosing to shake your head instead. Dream feels like he's lost you again. "Whatever. I'm leaving now."

The door slamming against the frame seems like it shakes the entire building, reverberating around his mind like a haunting mantra. Dream shakes his head and tries to brush it off. It wasn't like that wasn't anything new, right?

Dream cranes his neck to peer at a worried Sapnap, his face telling a story that's kept secret from Dream. "What did they ask for?"

"Weapons."

"Weapons?"

Sapnap shrugs. "I don't know either. I was sure that Y/N had everything they need so I didn't think about getting extra." He hums thoughtfully. "Maybe it's for the meeting with L'manburg tomorrow?"

Dream tenses at the mention. "We should go back to planning."

And just like that, it's swept away like an ocean tide.

It's the next day.

The grass is damp as it rained heavily barely a few moments ago, and Dream feels the chilled breeze seep past his netherite armor. He shivers, but embraces it with an unhinged smile.

His axe is barely a weight in his hands, yet still something all the same—it's natural. Too natural. And it's what makes Dream the perfect warrior.

Sapnap is beside him, and Dream would say that it's like how it always is, but he doesn't think Sapnap likes him anymore, so he's just a loyal soldier that's trained to be by his side. His eyes burn with bloodlust; Dream probably taught him that. George is behind all of them, bored eyes hidden under goggles. The quiver fastened on his back is a taunt directed to L'manburg, warning them that they can't run because they have someone like him to take them down despite the distance.

When his eyes slip down, he frowns.

Standing below them are the members of L'manberg, side by side with their pathetic determined faces and childish versions of happy endings. But then, to the far corner, he sees another member—one that he swears he hasn't seen before.

That's … new. He hasn't heard of L'manburg recruiting a masked member.

Sapnap spots the stranger, too. "Since when did they arrive in the SMP?"

Dream shrugs. "I don't know. Can't be that big of a threat, though, right?"

Sapnap shrugs, unsheathing his sword. "Let's get this over with then."

With a wave of two fingers, he signals for the three of them to head towards them.

Tommy sneers, but Wilbur pats his shoulder comfortingly, and his face softens back into child-like innocence.

"Still not keen on agreeing with our independence?" Wilbur asks with a small smile. It's not light-hearted or friendly; it's unforgiving and almost like a stab in its own way.

"Never will be keen on anything when it comes to you." Dream smiles back even though he knows that they can't see it. He looks back at their new member. "I didn't know about a new recruit."

"They're not new," Tommy spits, nose scrunched in a scowl. This is the face that Dream has always seen his entire life, and instead of growing desensitized by it, he makes fun of it.

Maybe he's a little sick in the head.

Dream sneers, leaning down as if to mock Tommy for his height despite not being too far apart. "Oh yeah? Lying now, are we?"

Wilbur gently pushes Tommy back. "You'd be surprised with the truth, Dream."

The blond scoffs and smiles when he hears the familiar whoosh! of an ender pearl from behind him. And in a blink of an eye, the masked L'manburgian is beside Dream, and he's already holding onto them by their arm. George goes back to his original place when Dream tugs the strange and wraps his forearm over their neck.

It was funny seeing everyone's faces change immediately.

"Let's make a deal, then," Dream starts. "If you really care about this apparently old comrade, then give up with your independence bullshit before we start a real war, and maybe I won't slit their throat right here right now."

Tommy steps forward. "T-That's not—"

But then this stranger does a motion with their hands, sort of similar to the one he did before, and suddenly the L'manburgians break out into a full sprint, away from Dream.

Caught off guard, Sapnap and George take a moment to pull themselves back to chase after everyone—leaving Dream and this menace alone.

Dream grits his teeth; his anger always gets the best of him sometimes, and it's a problem, but everything about Dream is a problem. How dare they let them escape when Dream was about to make them give up? It was right there.

Then, he goes for a thrust of his axe, and yet—

He stops.

Dream frowns, rolling his arm back as if to check if anything's holding him back, but it's a free limb. Perhaps he's strained himself?

He tries again. It fails.

It dawns on him immediately, and it comes off more as horror than a delight.

Seriously? Someone from L'manburg?

With a tremor, he rips the mask off, and his eyes widen. Maybe it's a good thing that no one is here to see this.

E/C eyes blink back at him, uncertain.

"What are you..." he breathes, then stops himself from speaking. He's afraid he won't be able to say anything right at this moment. "Y/N?" And, really, he didn't mean to sound so broken at that moment, but every question is pouring into his mind, and he doesn't even know where to begin.

His eyes narrow on your uniform, the familiar shades of blue and yellow sparking anger in his gut, yet the sight of your fearful eyes soften the blow in a way he wishes isn't possible.

You've betrayed them. You've betrayed him, no matter how much you knew how Dream loathed L'manburg.

Maybe you hated him that much.

But then...

His eyes cut down to your neck, where the tip of his axe is hovering. He had thrust forward with his full force, and you hadn't even stopped him. There was no sign of struggle. It would've been a clean kill. And yet—

"I was hoping you wouldn't be the one to kill me," you speak, finally. You sound strangely calm for someone who's learned that he's your soulmate—

His heart drops.

Does that mean—

Dream breathes out again, and you look away from him as if you fear what he will say. But, instead, he tosses his weapon away, letting it fall uselessly on the patch of grass.

He pulls you closer, holding you to his chest because he's afraid that he will lose you if he blinks for even a second. And too vulnerable to push him away, you let him. "How long have you known this...?" he asks softly, meeting your eyes.

"Since the day you and I met."

His heart breaks. "What?"

"I tried..." You wince, "well, punching you once after you told me … mean things. Because that's how you should react when you know how to do it, right?" Dream falters visibly. And you had the nerve to laugh, although weakly. "But no matter how hard I tried, it was like an invisible force was stopping me. And then I felt hurt when I realized I tried hurting you. And then I realized."

But why didn't you tell him?

Why did you let him talk to you like that?

"It was stupid because I pretended I hate you, yet it was like I had no choice but to feel something towards you." You lean against him, and somehow it feels like goodbye. "I didn't say anything because I didn't know if you were capable of loving, especially someone like me."

"And even if you do say that you love me, I don't know if I'd want to dedicate my life loving someone like you," you finish.

You lean away, finally, and Dream is too far in a state of shock to keep his grip firm.

He watches helplessly, and it's sort of crazy how he doesn't see you in a new light at all. He sees you the same; you didn't. So maybe he should've known it was you. Maybe he was obsessed with you for a reason—and the reason was so, so clear!

It was just a mistake on his part.

"But—we're soulmates," Dream tries weakly, "I can learn, right? And you know that I can't hurt you. It's not even possible." He's just spewing out words now, rambling nonsense to convince you—or maybe he's just convincing himself.

He wants a soulmate, and god, it's even better that it's you. He can't afford to lose this.

You sigh, as if you had been expecting his exact phrase. It sounds like you're pitying him, and he doesn't like it. "You've hurt others. You've hurt my friends, and even more with your own!" you remind him sternly, brows pinched to the center of your face. "I don't want to know what will happen to me."

Dream reaches out. "Y/N—"

"Don't treat me as your soulmate because I will never be yours, alright? I don't want you."

Dream doesn't know what to say. What should he say? He isn't sure what will happen to you, too, and maybe he's also scared. He doesn't know what he's capable of, but so far, everything he touches, he destroys.

He's always been bad at saying the right thing. Or doing the right thing.

His soulmate has been in front of him—

And Dream never knew.

uh well this was a MESS. i don't really like this one that much but i like the idea i was going for :D reblogs appreciated very much yes!!

it's late but i wanted to get this out so if there's any mistakes i'll edit them tmr :)) ty for reading

#ouch!!! #the final interaction where y/n leans against him is 🥺💔 #im a little lost for words since i didnt expect it to hurt so much #the more i think about it the sadder i become #im really into soulmate junk so the fact y/n would reject theirs so easily made my heart squish #angst #mcyt #soulmate au #dream x reader

[armlessarmin]

Graveyard

summary: As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too.  pairing: bucky x healer!reader word count: 10k warnings: canon level violence

As a child, you were told it was a gift; placed upon a pedestal above the quaint suffering of a rural town and removed of your innocence for the good of strangers. You’d been made to be revered – honored – for the touch that could mend the broken.  

It began with a cut upon your father’s finger – a slip of a kitchen knife that had left a small bead of blood in its wake. Curious eyes glanced up at your father as he hissed at the sting of it and you’d reach forward to place your infant hand upon the cut, a grip so mall it barely wrapped around his finger. He stilled as a soft glow began to emit from your palm. When you removed your hand and began to cry, your father was stunned to find his skin perfectly intact – no trace of a scar in its place.  

They told you it was a gift, celebrated you as if you were a blessing from Heaven itself. But they were cruel in their rejoice, selfish in their praise. They had not considered your gift was not a gift at all – but a sacrifice.  

Like energy, pain could not be destroyed— but it could be absorbed. It could be transferred. Your father’s cut had not simply disappeared, but instead manifested on the finger of an infant for a few short moments before it faded into your skin; laid to rest amongst a sea of foreign injuries that did not belong to you.  

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#AAAAA #this is one of my favorites 🥺💖 #im sorry the last part where bucky realizes is just *chefs kiss* #its so good!!!! #and the part where he fights over the fact that shes not a sacrifice!!! #AA #its sooooo well written!! #bucky x reader #mcu #im scared of reading part 2 so im probably not going to :'000

[armlessarmin]

This just for me to find my tags on my blog easier so please ignore!

#mcyt #hp #mcu #angst #soulmate au

[armlessarmin]

"a class reunion and old loves"➷ Foolish_Gamers

pairing: Foolish x Reader (female)

summary: a reunion with your old schoolmates promised chaos and the resurgence of old, perhaps long-repressed feelings- mainly because you run into your old high school sweetheart.

warnings/tags: drinking of alcohol, a bit of angst, fluff

words: 1,9k

song:

robbery - lime cordiale

At first you didn't know what to do with the invitation that was dropped in your mailbox one day, and even less how to deal with the emotions that this simple white paper with your name on it brought back in your life.

Every day it had smiled at you from your desk, the folded piece of paper at the very top of the pile of documents next to your pc, unfolded and folded so many times that you knew the words by heart.

"To the graduates of the class of 2016, you are cordially invited to our 5-year-high school reunion. When: August 14, 2021, 7pm with an open end. Where:"

"Our high school, the place you can never forget, no matter what memories you made there," you muttered under your breath as you got out of the cab and stared at the building that loomed before you.

Somehow it seemed ironically beautiful, the way the cloudless blue sky spread out behind the plain bright building, when one of your most memorable images was the pouring rain and ominous black canopy that had surprised everyone on the day of your graduation.

With the bitter aftertaste of that day in your mouth, you clutched your bag tighter, took a deep breath and walked up the cobbled path to the closed entrance. Briefly you stopped at the large entrance doors behind which lay the dark main hallway, remembering what it was like to rush out with the masses after class and step out into the fresh air that promised 'freedom' until the next school day.

Since your evening plan wasn't to stare into that dark hallway, you walked past the entrance and made your way past the building until you stepped around a corner and saw your old gym.

Your doubts about whether it was really a good idea to show up made themselves known. After all, you might run into him, and facing the overwhelming feelings of the meeting in general as well as him was a bit much.

Still, you found yourself continuing to walk, the logical part of your brain had taken over and pushed the worries away for a moment. You could leave at any time, there was nothing keeping you in this place then and there was nothing keeping you from leaving now.

The doors of the gym were open, above them hung a poster on which was written in self-written colorful letters "Welcome 2016". You stepped up to the table on the right, letting your eyes wander over the many name tags in search of yours, but you couldn't help noticing that his tag wasn't on the white tablecloth. Either he had canceled, or he was already here - both options worried you in different ways.

With your name tag stuck over your chest, you slowly walked into the decorated hall, eyeing the hung garlands, painstakingly decorated walls, and the photo station with the same skepticism you had looked at the poster. Everything, really everything, screamed of exaggerated joy and unnecessarily made effort for an evening that most would use to brag about their lives.

After all, that was the whole point of these reunions. No one really cares about rekindling old friendships, seeing people lost from sight, and talking about the good old days. Everyone was here to prove that they had accomplished something and at best more than the others, that they had made more of themselves, maybe had a glow-up or were pursuing their dream.

Even you had had the selfish thought to see the reactions for your appearance, to see if people remembered your disappearance.

The evening went as you had expected, one empty conversation after another, talking about what life entailed and how much you had missed talking to each other, half-hearted lies, fake laughter, exaggerated pleasantries.

"Oh my God, I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Weren't you the girl who-"

"I remember when you wore that ugly sweater-"

"Oh, that class trip back then-"

"That one football game you had-"

There was toasting to the good old days that were only five years ago, showing photos, listing embarrassing moments, and making fun of each other.

You were listening to your former seatmate from math with half an ear, letting your gaze wander around the room, when a laugh burst out of the conversation.

The blood froze in your veins, not making it further to your brain, and you did the stupidest thing you could have done at that moment: You turned away in the middle of the conversation and hurried toward the second exit.

The champagne in your hand sloshed over the edge as you purposefully walked past the groups of people until you stepped out on the grass behind the gym and out of sight of the party people inside. It wasn't until you leaned against the brick wall of the gym, gasping for breath, that you realized you had been holding your breath and how hard your heart was beating against your chest.

Silently you sighed, the realization of your behavior quickly catching up with you and you buried your face in your hands, trying to suppress your rising panic in the darkness and warmth of your breath.

"Didn't think I'd see you here."

Slowly you lowered your hands, aware that now was the moment you had been dreading for five years. Out of a nervous habit, you started playing with your fingernails before looking up and being confronted with your past.

Foolish had been attractive back then, standing out from the crowd of pubescent teenagers with his broad shoulders, strong nose, and sharp cheekbones, and he hadn't lost all those attractive features to this day. He had his arms shoved loosely into the pockets of his gray cloth pants, and unexpectedly, he was smiling.

A smile you immediately fell for again. The remorse for that time made itself known in a twinge in your chest, in the knot in your throat that made it difficult for you to take deep breaths.

And despite all that, you also felt a heat in your cheeks, a leap in your heart as you remembered the beautiful moments you had shared.

It wasn't surprising that he had the same effect on you after all this time, you had never gotten over your feelings.

"Didn't think so at first either," you admitted, your voice uncertain and you had to clear your throat.

Foolish took a step out of the doors and towards you, he was followed by a light cloud of his perfume and you realized it was the same as when you were at prom. "Understandable. But I'm glad you came after all." Foolish leaned across from you against the fence that separated this space behind the gym from the athletic field. "So, how are you doing?" he asked, glancing down at his black shoes as he kicked around in the grass.

You shrugged, even if he didn't see it. "Pretty good, actually. I was able to start at that company I told you about once. How about you? Are you studying?" The uncertainty of your conversation pained you slightly, you walked barefoot around the shards of your past, anxious for the conversation to fall on it.

"Yes, computer science, but it's rather on the side," Foolish replied, looking up at you. In his gaze you recognized what he was about to ask even before he uttered the words.

"Why didn't you say goodbye then? I wouldn't have been angry with you."

Firmly you bit your lower lip, the wave of repressed memories and locked away feelings overtook you ice-cold and merciless.

Of course, you had planned to say goodbye to Foolish before moving to another state, however, all plans of one last summer together and a slow goodbye were scrapped when your parents told you about an earlier move. It would be easier for them, your father could start directly at his new job and your mother wanted to enjoy the summer vacation exploring the new area.

What you had thought wasn't important.

"There's no logical explanation for it," you began, sighing. "Everything about it wasn't thought through. You were so excited about our graduation and prom, I certainly didn't want to ruin that for you, and in doing so I was blind to the fact that my behavior would hurt you even more."

"I was at your house that night," Foolish admitted softly, words that made your ice-cold blood run hot. With shame? With guilt or empathy? You didn't know for sure. Foolish pulled up his nose and kicked a dandelion at his feet, whereupon the seeds scattered in all directions, whirling briefly through the air before disappearing among the blades of grass.

"I was at your house that night because you seemed absent at the end of the ball, and your sudden desire to leave puzzled me. I figured if we weren't going to celebrate with the others, fuck, I'd at least want to do something with you alone, but when I saw the floats, I understood."

Speechless, you stared at him, imagining him walking up the street to your house in the rain, only to see you drive away in a moving truck without a word and disappear from his life.

"I'm sorry." You took a step toward him, something you hadn't dared to do in five years.

The corners of Foolish's mouth twitched upward and he smiled warmly at you. "It's been a long time, (y/n). We were kids, I forgave you years ago."

"I don't know if I can forgive myself," you murmured, rubbing your fingers over your temple. Foolish stepped closer to you now, too, until you had to look up to gaze into his dark eyes. He was still taller than you, you realized, he could rest his chin on your head in a hug like he used to.

"Remember what I yelled to you at my last football game before graduation?" asked Foolish, and you laughed behind raised hands.

"How could I forget?" you chuckled, thinking back to the moment you'd leaned over the railing in euphoria after your team's victory, practically screaming your head off. "One of the opponents had asked who I am and you yelled back 'that's the girl who stole my heart'. Oh god, you really were a romantic."

As Foolish laughed, one of those laughs that always ended in him gasping for air, and you looked to him, you realized how easy everything was with Foolish, always had been. You could have had the worst day in the world, hearing his catching laugh displaced the rain clouds and he himself shone like the sun. Even now, five years later, he didn't have to do anything but show up and you felt like the love-struck teenager you used to be.

Or still were?

Foolish caught your gaze, raised his hand to bite down on his index finger. "You still have it." he finally said, and you frowned in wonder, thinking about whether you'd missed something, before he spoke on. "My heart, I mean. I don't mean to overwhelm you, but I never got a chance to tell you and I want you to know. If you disappear again tonight, I don't want to live forever with the thought of having missed a chance."

"I never stopped loving you.", you blurted out, his eyes widening at your confession. "I was stupid and that plagued me for five years."

Foolish stepped even closer, his hands grasping yours and his gaze flickering over your face. "What if we try again?"

"I promise I won't run off with your heart."

He chuckled, leaning closer until you felt his soft lips grazing yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, reviving in a moment you had waited for a long time and this time something told you it would work out.

#hi im 🥺💖💖💖 #this is so lovely! #mcyt #foolish gamers x reader

[armlessarmin]

reconcile│technoblade

summary: the past is confronted, and suppressed emotions come undone

warnings: injury mention, angst to fluff(?)

pairing: in-game technoblade

a/n: im back! and with some angst in tow hehe. storyline follows part one so pls read in the case it becomes confusing without it

not important, but longer rant from me explaining unexplained hiatus here as well. enjoy!

wc: (3.0k) - m.list

coward - pt one

It was quiet, save for the small simmer of the large, metal pot suspended above the open fire, it filled to the brim with mushroom stew. 

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#holy shit im in love #i reread the whole thing again to let it soak in #my brain is too mush to convey how i feel #in the morning ill write proper tags 💖💖 #c!technoblade x reader #mcyt

[armlessarmin]

coward│technoblade

summary: despite choosing to abandon a meaningless war, y/n finds they can’t escape their emotions and past

warnings: light angst, blood/injury, slight spoilers to dsmp

pairing: in-game technoblade

a/n: none, hope you enjoy :)

wc: (1.7k) - m.list

reconcile - pt two

With a content sigh, you lowered yourself into the steaming bath. 

Your tense back eased in the boiled water, tight limbs relaxing and becoming loose with every given second. It had been a productive day; from traveling to a village located on the far east coast of your home to trade for rare enchantments, to completing the final exterior of your farm, you felt the need to reward yourself with a heated bath. While it had taken time to hand heat each cauldron of water and transfer it to the tub, the ends were justifiable as you lowered yourself further to embrace the stinging warmth. 

Head tilted back with eyes closed, the water met your grimy hair and soothed each strand, practically massaging your tender scalp. You welcomed the feeling with a groan, embracing yourself under the water surface to gather more warmth as if it were possible. 

As you reached over the table behind you for the essential oils you recently traded, the rattle of your locked front door echoed throughout your house before strong banging replaced the sound. Opening your eyes slowly, you paused to think to yourself. No one should be here. 

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#and theres a part two!!! #you spoil us!! #ugh such a great read!!! #a new favorite 👀👀👀 #c!technoblade x reader #mcyt

[armlessarmin]

Borrowed Time

C!Foolish x Reader

Warning(s): implied death and resurrection

Part of @alex-quackity ‘s writing challenge. Prompt “You left before, now do it again.”

Foolish, in his human form, wasn’t that imposing. He changed himself occasionally, but usually he just looked like a smaller version of his god form. Sometimes he looked like just a man. You had grown used to the ever shifting face. The face that changed with his mood.

Foolish was hiding amongst the mortals of the realm. Everyone thought he merely looked like the totem of a god, not that he was a god. They were so unafraid, to the point that Tubbo had all but demanded that a mansion be built by a god. For the most part, Foolish tried to blend in, even though he appeared as a totem to himself.

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#holy shit!! i never put tags in im so sorry!!! #okay i fucking loved this!! #the fact foolish just decided he had enough and dipped lowkey hurt #and the fact he was all buddy buddy when he saw reader again made me want to scream!!! #if this happened to me i would be so loud and mean about it! #just the angst and auguish is just chefs kiss #i love angst and the fact you left it open ended is soooo nice #sometimes i dont want to be comforted and yay theyre back together #sometimes i just want it to hurt and leave it as is #again thank you i loved this sooooo much #angst #foolish gamers x reader #myct

[armlessarmin]

you see him with someone else after the break up !

includes: angst, post break-up, gender neutral! reader

featuring: kuroo tetsuro, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru

KUROO TETSURO

it hadn’t even been that long after you guys broken up.

he’d done it so abruptly. all you wanted to do that day was meet up and relax — until he’d approached you and told you about how “i don’t think this relationship is going to work,” without a second thought.

the nights you’d spent driving around the places you used to go to together, remembering where he’d first kissed you and where he’d promised that no matter what, no matter how upset he was, he’d always try just for you.

you stop in your tracks when you see him with someone else at the park, arm around them and pressing kisses to their cheek. you watch as they softly giggle at his touch, that same fondness and affection he gave you. they looked like a couple right out of one of those old romance movies kuroo insisted watching, the really cheesy ones that made you sick.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you should’ve known. or maybe, deep down, you did know but chose to ignore it.

it was the way he hesitated whenever you held him, or how he simply just nodded whenever you told him that he looked good that day or that you missed him. the way iwaizumi smiled at their texts and photos the way you wished he would at you. how he’d always bring them up in arguments.

“babe, there’s nothing going on. you have nothing to worry about, i promise.”

he’d always dismissed it as you being paranoid or overthinking, though you doubt they’re simply ‘just friends’ when you’re seeing the two of them together at your favorite restaurant, shortly after your breakup with iwaizumi.

he just looked so... content. the way he grabs their hand and kisses it, staring at them with his head tilted and smiling softly. it makes you wonder if iwaizumi would’ve ever treated you this way.

the sound of all of the chatter and the cars going by, it all drowns out since all you can hear is your heart beating faster as you watch the way iwaizumi goes to kiss them and wrap his arms around them. maybe you should’ve known better, thinking that you had any chance with iwaizumi when it would’ve always be them.

OIKAWA TOORU

you felt so... empty.

you missed him. you missed hearing his voice over the phone, listening to him complain about practice or ramble about whatever show you’d started. missed the good morning notes he’d leave around and his kisses in the evening.

which is why it made your heart drop, seeing the way he’d simply carried on and found someone else. someone who he thought was worth showing off to everyone, always posting them on his story and commenting hearts on all their posts. had he ever even done that with you?

it was clear that he hadn’t given you a second thought — he was busy posting random cute selfies together and clips from their dates. there were a ton of people in line to date oikawa tooru, to him, you were nothing special.

#hahaha ow!! #this hurts!! #i can't imagine how painful that would be!! #angst #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader

[armlessarmin]

now, you know masterlist.

summary: based on the prompt “I was the one who was always there, not them.”

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

wanings: angst, unrequired love [see each chapter for invidual warnings].

author’s note: okay, so here we go again! three part story, hope you like it guys.

status: completed | 03rd december 2020.

part one | part two | part three

masterlist.

#hi im 🥺💖💖💖 #what a gift youve given me 🥺🥺 #bucky barnes x reader #mcu #angst

[armlessarmin]

so thankful for ss bc i accidentally deleted this request, anyway, 💫 anon this is a great idea

anything in italics is the PAST however you can pick how far in the pasr, i dont specify

“do you ever think about how one day we’re gonna die?” you asked, glancing at foolish, your head in his lap while stargazing. “not often, but sometimes.” he replied, knowing deep down that death wouldnt be an issue for him. “does it scare you?” you added on, noah shaking his head in return. “not really, it happens to everyone.” he held in a heavy breath, knowing that a day would come where all of his loved ones would be gone, and he’d be lonely. again. it hurt him every time, being lonely. that was the part that hurt him the most. not the fact that he lost his loved ones, but the fact that he would be lonely and have to start all over again. “youre my person y/n. and im so glad to have you.”

“y/n?” sam whispered, making you hum in response. “there’s someone new in town. i know you always love meeting new people.” you peeked your eyes over the top of your book, quickly setting it down and rushing to get ready. sam, your older brother, was right. you did always love meeting new people. there was always something interesting to find out about everyone. rushing past sam in the living room, you grabbed your backpack and flung it over your shoulder, “thanks sam!” you yelled, rushing out the door and running into the town. you noticed sapnap, george, ranboo, and tubbo along the way, but there was no time to stop and chat with them. you spotted an unfamiliar face (along with a familiar one) in the community house, so you started running faster, setting your palms on your knees once you arrived. “hi karl… new person… i need a minute.” you panted, the unfamiliar face memorizing your features. “hi y/n! this is foolish, or noah.” karl said, making you smile up at the two. you stood up straight, reaching your hand out at the new person “hi noah! nice to meet you.” you smiled proudly, foolish shaking your hand. “it’s nice to meet you too y/n.” he knew he had he met you before, but he never expected to see you again in another life. now he just had to win you over again. 

early the next morning, you walked back into town, deciding to have a nice picnic in the park. you didnt expect to see anyone else there, so there was a look of shock on your face when you saw foolish. “hey foolish, what are you doing here so early?” you asked, foolish turning his head towards you. “i used to come here a lot. as a kid. i left a while ago. i didnt come back until recently.” you nodded slowly, sitting next to him. “you dont look that old, and i havent seen you before.” foolish chuckled, looking over to you. “i lived in the outskirts. my s/o and i would come here.” you turned to face foolish, crossing your legs. “you have an s/o?” you questioned, curious to learn more about the new person. “used to. they passed away in an accident a few years ago.” he replied, making you frown. “im sorry about that. are you ok?” foolish nodded, shrugging slightly. “it happens to everyone. im ok now.” he wasnt completely lying, you had died, years ago, he just didnt mention that you were reincarnated and were sitting in front of him. “what about you y/n? anyone important in your life? romantically?” foolish asked, a curious tone in his voice. you let out a small chuckle as you shook your head, looking down to the floor. “no no. im more focused on myself right now. no need for someone to date. besides i keep myself occupied in other ways. i help my brother out at the prison. make sure everyones safe. besides the whole love ordeal really isnt my thing.” he nodded at your words as you were reaching into your basket, grabbing some pancakes in a medium sized tupperware, “you want some pancakes?” you giggled, thinking youd take advantage of the company you didnt usually have. 

the next week, you were helping sam in the prison. he had to check on dream, so he had you take care of any vistors you had. it had been about 4 hours since sam had gone in, and at this point you were dozing off. there were never many visitors, so a small nap couldnt hurt. right? wrong. as you felt your eyes shut, you heard someone walk in. you groaned slightly, sitting up straight. “how can i help you?” you asked, not bothering to look at who it was. “i was wondering if you were accepting visitors?” the person ask, making you quickly realize that it was foolish who had arrived, a smile creeping onto your face. “no not today. sams with him.” you replied, making foolish chuckle. “and what about visiting the pretty person who takes visitors?” you giggled at his words, feeling your face get warm. “you can stay and chat. if you want.” you smiled, foolish nodding in response. you jumped onto the counter swiftly, throwing your legs over to the other side. “so.. of all people you could visit? why me?” you questioned, noticing foolish thinking. “youre the most interesting i guess.” you smiled widely, looking down at the boys hands. “you brought flowers..” “i did. i didnt plan to but i saw them on my way here so i picked them. you can have them.” he smiled, handing you the small bouquet. you held the flowers close to your chest, feeling your heart skip a beat. not that you would admit to anyone, but you felt yourself starting to feel for the boy, something you hadnt done in a long time. for anyone. the two of you stayed in the moment for a few minutes, before sam was walking back over to you. “y/n! you can leave if you wanna!” sam yelled from across the room, not noticing the other person. you smiled widely as you looked at foolish. “you wanna go on an adventure?”

now were you an adventurous person? no. was foolish? no. it had been about an hour of walking around at this point, and it was starting to get dark. “i live around here. we can spend the night there if youd like.” foolish said as you yawned, to which you nodded in response. “please can we? im tired i dont know how much longer i can last.” the two of you quickly made to his house, and while he was worrying about his house being messy, you just wanted some sleep. “you can lay down if youd like.” noah said, making you smile widely and jump onto the bed. foolish smiled at you on his bed, cleaning his room a bit. “can you come warm me up?” you mumbled, foolish quickly climbing into bed and wrapping his arms around you. you laid your head on his chest and smiled to yourself, feeling yourself get warm quickly. “thank you.” you whispered, foolish kissing the top of your head. you were his once, and he hoped you would be his again, but for now this was good enough for him. and he was happy. but you were his person. and he was so glad to have you.

#you never miss 😭💖💖💖 #im definitely binging your masterlist at some point 💖💖 #i love this concept!! #and i appreciate that foolish isnt all mega forward and is taking it one step at a time :] its nice #i would not mind a part two but this as a one shot is perfectly fine😊😊 #foolish x reader #mcyt

[armlessarmin]

The Cycle of Unrequited

foolish gamers x reader

also this is kind of a college au btw :D

also also theres slight dnf because i thought itd be fitting to the plot BUT i dont say that theyre in a relationship in any way shape or form so take it platonic or romantic

"what is wrong with you?!" foolish whisper yelled, causing you to look up from your computer, sighing as if there was actual work being done on it.

"what did i do now?" you asked quietly, slowly closing your computer. "why didnt you tell me you were gonna be in here? i've been looking all over for you." he replied, pulling out the chair next to yours and taking a seat, lowering his head until it lightly banged on the table. letting out a small groan, you opened your computer up again to be met with a blank screen. you were meant to be writing your final paper for an english class. the theme was "the worst things a person can experience in life." it was a completely opinion based paper that wasnt due for a few months, but you had no idea what to write about yet. "you dick. i thought it was important. you scared me." you mumbled, looking over to your best friend who was raising his head back up.

"it is important." he mumbled, earning a doubtful look in return. you looked back to your still blank computer screen, throwing your head back and shutting your computer for the second time.

"if its so important why havent you talked about it yet?" you questioned lightheartedly, causing foolish to widely smile. "i have a date tonight. and i actually think that it's going to work out this time. i have a good feeling about it. angelina's changed this time. i know she has." he spoke, making the small smile that had crept onto your face disappear. Foolish sent you a confused look, sitting up straight. "what's wrong? where'd your smile go?" he asked worriedly, thinking he said something bad. shaking your head slightly, you put your computer into your backpack on the floor, zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder.

"its the 2nd friday of the month. its movie night. but you go have your date, noah. if youre gonna end up looking for me for some odd reason, ill be at home." you spoke, an upset tone in your voice, walking out of the library and beginning to walk to the apartment you shared with foolish. about two minutes into your walk, another figure was besides you. it was pretty much a given that it was noah, but whether or not you'd turn to look at him was pracitcally a mystery.

"you're not actually mad are you?" he asked, earning a shrug in response. he stopped in his tracks, watching you with a sad look as you walked away from him. soon after, he began running again, grabbing your shoulder at the end of the hallway. "you're not actually mad are you?" he repeated, earning another shrug. "what are you not happy for me or something? are you upset that im ditching you for the first time in what 16 years of knowing you? because if you are youre being selfish."

you groaned as you shook off foolish's hand from your shoulder, looking straight into his eyes. "i couldnt care less that youre missing one movie night. like you said its the first time youre skipping something in the 16 years youve known me. im upset because you and angelina always end up together again, for some odd reason you always run back to her. i really dont care who you date noah. but when youve gone back to her about 5 times now after being cheated on every time, dont you think thats a bad thing? you guys always cheer up, you sleep together a few times, she goes to her parents, she comes back and tells you she cheated on you while you were there, you come to me for emotional support, your happy for about two weeks and then the cycle repeats itself. dont you get tired of it? sick of all the toxicity? its your life and you pick how you want to live it but dont bring me into it this time."

shortly after leaving foolish in a random campus hallway, you arrived at your apartment, where your next door neighbor, dream, was struggling to get inside his apartment. "y/n! thank god youre here!" dream sighed contently, looking at his front door. "george is mad at me and wont let me inside. could you convince him to let me in?" he asked quietly, to which you shook your head. "last time you locked george out i didnt help george and im going to keep that same energy for you. but you can come inside my place if you want to." you smiled, unlocking the door and walking inside.

your backpack was quickly thrown onto the counter and your shoes were somewhere on the floor. normally you wouldnt be this messy with people over, but it was dream, you knew he didnt mind. "you dont seem ok," dream said, making you chuckle. "im not. noah went back to angelina again." you replied, taking a seat on the couch. "is she the toxic one?" dream asked, curiosity in his voice becoming prominent. the two of you sat down on the couch, your head quickly landing on dreams shoulder. “were you and george ever this way? i know you were friends before you were roommates. you know, constantly arguing” you asked, dream gently moving his arm around your shoulders for a side hug. he inhaled for a moment before shaking his head. he didnt want to disappoint you, but he also didnt want to lie to you, but he most of all wanted to give you advice.

“does he know that you dont see him as a friend?” dream asked, getting a no in response. "maybe you should tell him. not now but eventually.." he whispered, kissing the top of your head slightly. you heard a knock on your door but it didnt take long for the door to open. at the door stood george, looking at dream with a regretful look on his face. the pair, like you and foolish, were going through a cycle, thought you would much rather be in theirs than in yours.

dozing off to sleep wasnt a very hard thing to do on most days. other days, mostly days when noah was out, it was trickier. thoughts and thoughts ran through your head, wondering where he was, if he was ok, who he was with. you hoped deep down that one day you would stop worrying about all of those things, but the probability of that happening anytime soon wasnt very high. had it been any other day, when foolish was in your apartment with you, you would have been out like a light, but with him being out, there was constant tossing and turning and it felt like it would never end. taking a quick glance at your alarm clock, you found out that it was only 11:36 pm. the night had already felt like an eternity, and you knew you'd have to wait quite a while more. there was a brief moment where you debated going on a late night drive, but you quickly removed those thoughts from your head, replacing them with ideas for the essay you had yet to write. you noticed your backpack through the corner of your eyes, and a little bit of late night writing never hurt anybody. as you reached over to grab your backpack, you felt your phone vibrate.

Noah: can you pick me up? please?

you debated on whether you should text him back or ignore it for a few seconds, before ultimately deciding to do the right thing and go look for your best friend.

your car wasnt very hard to find in the parking garage, it was just time consuming to leave. you quickly plugged your phone into the radio, dialing foolish's number. "hello?" he asked, taking you back by how quickly he answered.

"where are you?" you asked gently, not wanting him to think you were mad anymore. you were mad, but you wouldnt admit it to him. you were sad too, disappointed, concerned, all sorts of emotions were running through your head, but it wasnt about you right now. it was about your best friend's well being.

”luna's cafe. the one on fourth. not the one on campus." you sighed quietly, hoping the call wouldnt be able to pick it up. debating whether or not to ask anything else, you ended the call, driving to the location foolish had given you. you would be lying to yourself if you hadnt felt a ping in your heart when he gave you his location. luna's cafe was a well known place, but it was extra special for the two of you. after every school dance, after every football game, after every special event, it was you and noah at the luna's cafe that was on fourth. you wiped a tear that had formed in your right eye as you pulled up to the front of the cafe, opening the passenger side door for your best friend.

"get in. dont say anything just get in." you spoke, foolish sending you a small frown. as soon as he climbed into the car you began driving, taking a glance over at your sad friend. you sighed as you pulled into a wendy's parking lot, ordering some food and pulling into a parking spot. you handed the boy a bag and a drinking, turning off the car and pulling your legs into a criss cross shape of the seat. "eat. i know you didnt" you mumbled, grabbing a fry from his bag. "she did nothing but yell at me the whole time. she complained about me not calling her and when i brought up that when i did call her, she yelled at me even more. i swear just yesterday she was a nice girl. it seemed like she cared." his voice broke more and more as he went on with his sentence, but he wasn't ready to cry. not yet. he didnt want to cry. not now. not ever. not about a girl. "i dont get it y/n. why does she do this all the time?" he asked quietly, his voice still breaking. you shrugged slightly, pulling him into a tight hug. "its gonna be ok. im here for you." you mumbled, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. as you moved back to sit in your seat, you noticed his frown turn into a small smile. "theres my best friend." you smiled, taking another one of his fries. you were glad you were there for him, but deep down, in a part of your mind you didnt want to confront at the moment, you knew that the cycle would soon start over again.

you would be lying if you said that your thoughts about the constant cycle you and foolish went through had finally ended. exactly a month after the parking lot conversation, foolish was right back in her apartment, while you were in dream and georges. "what movie is this again?" george asked, reaching into the bowl of popcorn that was on your lap. "its the blair witch project george. we discussed this already." dream replied, making you chuckle. "this movie isnt even scary. isnt it a horror or something?" george asked, making you shrug in reply. "its only scary because its based on a true story george. i think anyway. im not a film major." you joked, grabbing a piece of candy from dreams lap.

the three of you continued to watch the movie for a bit, each of you jumping when there was a knock on the door. "dream get the door." you whispered, moving closer to the edge of the couch with george and a blanket. "me?! why me?!" dream whisper yelled, making you and george shrug. "youre the strongest." george replied, screaming when the door opened. "its noah." dream said, making you and george look at each other. you felt your face heat up, a blush of embarrassment growing."is y/n here?" foolish asked, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you stand up.

"i need to talk to you." he continued, george handing you your bag from the floor. "thanks george." you smiled at the boy, walking over to foolish and getting dragged into your apartment. "it happened again." he whispered to you, making you groan. "why are you still trying then?" you asked, a slight tone of anger in your voice. "why are you getting mad at me?" "because you alwways do this and you never listen to me?! because she clearly hasnt changed and you refuse to see that?" you yelled, letting out an angry huff. "youre unbelievable sometimes y/n. im happy with her why cant you be happy for me? isnt that your job as my best friend?" he asked. were you one to think before speaking? usually yes. apparently not today.

"because im in love with you? because i want you to be more than my best friend? because whenever im sitting in dream and georges apartment once a month i think about nothing but your well being and how you would be so much better with me." you spa back, realization quickly setting in when you saw his face change. "i-i did-didnt say any of that." you muttered, taking a seat on the couch, shoving your face into your hands. there wasnt anything said for a few minutes between the two of you. if you could go back in time five minutes, you would in a heartbeat. eventually you looked up to the boy, noticing his mouth ready to speak. "please dont say anything unless its that you feel the same way. i dont wanna deal with the heartbreak of you saying no right now." you whispered, seeing him close his mouth. you sighed slightly, standing up and grabbing your bag. "where are you going?" he asked, his voice soft. "i need to find somewhere to stay tonight. you have my number. if you need it." you replied, walking out of the apartment and over dream and georges for the second time that night. "are you ok?" dream asked quietly, holding the door open. you sniffed and nodded, sitting at the table and pulling out your computer. hands shaky, you opened your still blank english final paper and started typing. "the cycle of unrequited."

#dont say anything unless you reciprocate #aaaaaaa!!!!! #i love it!!! #oh baby the and the mouth shutting!!?! #aaaa!!! so good!!! #this is sooo good!!! #such great unrequited love 💖💖 #foolish x reader #angst #mcyt

[armlessarmin]

Flipped

written for @earthtooz 1k competition (Athena prompt) i think i did fairly well on this one ^_^ i hope you all enjoy it

summary : Sapnap realizes his feelings too late.

Sapnap was never a romantic. He never considered himself a romantic, he didn’t plan on calling himself one. Hell, he hardly ever talked to anyone other than Dream, George, Quackity, Punz and Karl. He could hardly speak to you without stuttering seventeen times three words in. There were some times that the two of you shared some nice moments and conversations, but it was quite rare. It wasn’t anything against you, he just wasnt a people person.

You were easily the most romantic person around, even if you’d never been in an actual relationship. A natural people person. Love songs, love clichés, romantic movies, you knew about it all. But you knew nothing better than love letters. You had much experience with love letters, always writing and addressing the letters but never having the guts to send them. You’d rather die then send out your letters.

“Y/N” Karl whined, walking into your little cottage near Pogtopia. He was clearly going to ask something love life related, he just didn’t want to tell you yet. “Y/N i have a crush on a boy and i dont know how to tell him.” Karl mumbled, dramatically sitting on a chair next to you.

“Write a love letter.” You joked, sighing when karl gave you a look that said ‘thats the greatest idea ive ever heard’. “top shelf in my closet is full of stuff to make them. Knock yourself out.” You smiled, causing Karl to jump up and run to your closet.

He always wondered how you did it. Always wondered how you gave such good love advice but never a single serious relationship. The only thing he knew about your love life was that you had a crush on some boy. And it had been going on for a while now. If he recalled correctly it had been almost 3 years. He had never known who the person was exactly, but he knew how head-over-heels you were for them.

You would rather die than tell anyone how in love you were with Sapnap. It was embarrassing in your eyes. Why could anyone love someone who hates love? It was stupid. Immature. Everyone around knew how full of love you were. How you always made a room more bright with your smile. How you tried your best to be nice to everyone even if they hurt you. How full of life you were. You were different. You were pure. You were what everyone else wished they were like. But there was only one of you. Which is what made you so special. How were you to disappoint everybody by saying 'hey i'm in love with the least romantic person on the server'

It was such a cliche. The person who loves love falling for the person who hates it. In your mind, nobody knew. Nobody knew until Karl found the letters.

Karl's mouth fell agape the moment he laid his eyes on the name the letters were addressed to. It couldn't be. It had to be a miswrite. 3 letters with the same miswrite? It had to be wrong. It couldn't be accurate. Surely, it had to me some sort of mistake. Karl was so sure that he had cracked the code and that you had been in love with George. And now this? Completely flipping the switch. He had to do something. He couldn't let this stay hidden. And so he stashed the letters in his jacket pocket.

You weren't aware how much could change in three months until every aspect of your life completely changed. You were going to be moving from your small cottage near Pogtopia to Karl's new country. You had lost a bit of the brightness that made you oh so different. You had lost most of yourself. But most importantly to you, Sapnap had become a thing of the past and you had completely given up on writing letters since then. Karl had forgotten about the letter that were sitting on top of his dresser, left to a long life of gathering dust. Lately, Karl had been forgetting a lot of things but who were you to judge. Everyone forgets things. It wasn't anything irregular.

It wasn't until moving day when you realized that your previously written letters were missing. They couldn't have been misplaced. You hardly ever touched the box unless you were writing a new one. So where the hell were the letters?

"Karl dude what are these letters?" Sapnap questioned, blowing off some dust from the top of the paper that you had made with so much love.

A shrug from Karl peaked both his and Sapnap's interest, leading Sapnap to blow of the dust on the side where the address laid. "They're addressed to me. Why do you have these?" Sapnap asked, flipping through the letters.

"Beats me. Go ahead and open them though. They're clearly yours." Karl explained, continuing to pack boxes for his move. A stream of thoughts kept going through Sapnap's mind. Most of them were regarding what the letters could be, especially since he's never written to anybody. He tried to be as careful as he could opening the first letter, preventing paper cuts as much as he possibly could. The words written down on the paper were definitely written in english, but it all seemed so foreign to Sapnap.

May 23, 2021

There's something about you. I don't know what it is. I can't even begin to try and pinpoint it. I don't understand. I know I'm a romantic but I'm convinced that you did something to me. I'm convinced that you put a spell on me or something because I've never fallen for somebody this fast before. We've hardly had three full conversations yet, I can't fall asleep without thinking about you. About what it would be like to be with you. But I guess that all it'll ever be is exactly that. Just thoughts. You hate everybody. And I'm no different. But it's ok. I don't mind being hated by you.

Signed,

Y/N.

June 1, 2021

Seriously dude. What did you do to me? What did you do to make me so infatuated? It's the second year in a row now that I've had a crush on you. I've never had a crush last this long. I don't mind it. But it's odd. It's odd that whenever i'm with my friends, the only thing on my mind is you. It's weird that whenever you try talking to me I get all nervous. But i guess that's what love does to you. i dont know why I'm saying this as if you would know. Last I heard you've never been in a relationship. You've never even had a crush on anyone according to Dream. I wish I could do that. Never have a crush on anybody. Yet here I am. I remember every member with you vividly, like that one night that we were with dream and George taking a walk while it was late out. Dream and George had went off on their own and even though I had told you that I could walk home alone, you insisted to take me. You felt bad that i had to walk so far alone, you said. It got chilly eventually. You tried giving me your jacket and didn't stop until I finally took it. It was hard explaining to Dream why I had it the next day. I told him to give it back to you, but truth be told, I wanted to keep it. Then there was the time when we stayed up so late that we got literally delusional and we laughed so hard that water came out of our noses. Youve always treated me differently. Not in a bad way. But you’ve never treated me the way you treat your other friends. Everyones noticed it too. Sometimes if i wonder it’s because you like me. I like to think that it is.

Signed,

Y/N.

July 8, 2021

Sometimes I think about what it would be like if i had the gut to send these letters. Would you look at me differently? Would you say you feel the same way? What would you even say? Would you say anything? You treat me as if we were dating sometimes, but i just think that you choose to not notice it. i would kill for you to notice that you treat me that way. Dream thinks you dont notice it. Quackity is convinced you do. I dont know what im meant to believe. I guess its ok. Maybe one day. Maybe soon. Maybe you’ll realize that you do like me in a different way than the way you like your friends. But until then, i’ll be waiting. ill wait forever if i have to.

yours truly,

y/n

Sapnap hadn’t realized until he finished reading your third letter that his unknown love for you was exactly that. He had never known what the weird feelings toward you was. He knew now that it was love. To be truthful, he felt really bad for ignoring you much of the time. He wanted to do whatever he could to male it up to you. So he tried. He started running and he didnt stop until he got to your house.

“I love you!” Sapnap yelled, barging through your front door, a look of shock creeping onto your face. “You were right. In all of your letters you were right. Youve always been more than a friend to me and i just had to tell you that.”

Your face dropped the second you heard letters exit his mouth. Your missing letters, found by the one person who shouldnt have read them. “Sapnap look im really sorry but i wrote those letters months ago. Im not that person anymore.”

“Well yeah but i know now. Now i know that i love you and deep down part of you loves me too and we could be something gr-”

“couldve been.” you cut off, looking down at the floor. “We couldve been something great. But like i said im not that person anymore. I dont believe in soulmates. Love songs are stupid, romcoms are boring, i dont even remember why i decided to write those stupid letters anymore. I’m sorry but this conversation is over.” You spoke, continuing to pack more boxes.

Sapnap couldve sworn that he physically felt his heart break, but he know that heart break always came with love. Maybe thats why he was so scared of it at first. He didnt want to feel the way he was currently feeling right now. Yet, here he was.

Sapnap hated that he was never a romantic. He hated that he never considered himself a romantic, and he hated that there was a point in time where he didn’t plan on calling himself one. He hated that there was a point in time where he only talked to Dream, George, Quackity, Karl, and Punz and that he only had a fair share of conversations with you during that time. He hated that there was a time where he wasn’t a people person.

You hated that there was a point in time where you were easily the most romantic person around, even if you’d never been in an actual relationship. You hated that at one point you were a natural people person. Love songs, love clichés, romantic movies, you hated it all now. But you hated nothing more than love letters.

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