BRB GONNA READ UR HS AUS BC I CAN'T DO THIS TONIGHT

BRB GONNA READ UR HS AUS BC I CAN'T DO THIS TONIGHT

off the top of my head i think my hs aus are all-star, coding, and under the bleachers? also if u want to u could read favorite crime as a hs!au cause it mentions being young and naive! happy reading!

current thoughts: c!techno in sunsprite’s eulogy by sad-ist.

flirt [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them (none mentioned)

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

wc: 1.8k

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

tw: cursing, relentless flirting

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

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

you simply happened to be one of his many victims.

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

that is, until he met you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you grew to love the attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was now or never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ghost [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them (none mentioned)

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

wc: 0.8k

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

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

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

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

i'll settle for the ghost of you

i miss you more than life"

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

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

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

it never stopped.

it would never stop.

you were gone from his life.

and he missed you.

he missed waking up next to you.

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

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

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

he missed the way you expressed yourself.

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

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

he missed your personality.

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

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

he missed you when he streamed.

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

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

he missed falling asleep next to you.

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

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

he missed you, more than life.

everything reminded him of you.

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

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

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

a ghost of you, if you will.

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

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

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

he couldn’t escape.

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

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

this was beautiful im obsessed

Hahaha self indilgent fic again. Hope you guys like it.

PAIRING: DEITY!C!SAPNAP X DEITY!READER

PREMISE: The god of war--terrifying, intimidating and, most importantly, in love with the least expected deity.

"Was it worth it?" Their voice, despite it almost being a whisper, was loud in the midst of the unusually quiet battleground. Sapnap, still catching his breath, looked to the sky, where the whisper came from, before staring at the strewn bodies surrounding him.

Huffing out a sigh, he replied with a simple shake to his head, dropping the sword he gripped so tightly in his hands. "Stop hiding, [Name]. I know you're here. If you want to lecture me, go ahead already."

Instantly, a form materialized beside him, though Sapnap needed a minute to adjust with the bright light their wings emitted. "Was it worth it?" They repeated again as they looked down at the bodies. As always, there was a look of serenity on their face despite standing in a field of bloodshed.

An angel, Sapnap thought as his attention stayed on their face. "It wasn't." He finally answered, holding his hand out for [Name] so they can stand beside him instead of hover. "Watch your step. There's blood."

[Name] gave him an amused look, though Sapnap could understand why. Why would the Deity of War worry over blood? If anything, he (along with the hog masked Blood God) should be happy with the the amount around them. He can prosper.

He was aware of that--he was more than glad to receive the offerings. After all, his mere existence relied on the anger and rage produced solely from wars. Though he wasn't really keen on [Name] seeing all of it, despite always being present after his long fought battles and being used to it by now.

"If it wasn't worth it then why do it?" [Name] questioned, a look of pure curiousity crossing their features.

"I'm the god of bloodshed and war, sweetheart. I can't exactly stop doing my job just because I don't think it's worth it." Sapnap replied sarcastically, removing his gloves from his hands so he can grasp [Name]'s elbows, pulling them closer towards him and away from a pool of blood they almost put their foot through.

[Name] hummed in understanding. "What makes you hate it so much, then? If I recalled from the Deity of Time's stories, he said you and the rest of the Ancient Eight chose your positions."

I didn't exactly expect other deities to evolve in our wake. Sapnap thought.

"Don't call me ancient." Sapnap chastised, pulling to his side. A wave of calm washed over him when they wrapped their arms around his broad back, their head leaning against his chest. He was more than glad he charmed his armor to remove blood as soon as it landed on the metal.

[Name] let out a laugh, which crossed between a giggle and a breathless hacking, making Sapnap's stomach turn. "You are old. You've got eons ahead of me. I only showed up because--"

"Where war comes, peace follows." Sapnap receited, a bit of annoyance lacing his voice. "You need to stop hanging around Karl. You're pretty much relaying what he says nowadays. I might as well send you back if all you do is quote his books."

"He's got a way with words." [Name] said with a romantic sigh before laughing when they felt Sapnap's arms tighten around their waist. They held his arms, pushing at them until he relented back to his usual hold on their waist. "But you are happy I'm here; it means the end of war for the next several decades."

"Yeah and then I have to do it all over again because some mortal is going to plead for my help. Then I need to go through this again and yo--" Sapnap paused, his mouth drawing to a line as he realized what he was about to say.

You'll have to see the aftermath of my calling.

Smiling, [Name] moved their hands from his arms to his face, running their thumbs along the apples of his cheeks before pressing a kiss to his scruffy chin. "I appreciate the worry, but I'm fine. I exist because of war. I exist because of you. War is a nasty cause but it's necessary. I'm not leaving you for it."

Shaking his head, Sapnap settled his lips on their forehead, hand coming to their head as he looked over the mass of bloodshed over their head. Of course, the Deity of Peace would manage to say something heartwarming (and equally disarming) after a horrible night of fighting.

"I'll ask Dream to stop creating so much conflict for now." Sapnap whispered in [Name]'s ear. "It's taking a toll on me."

"Is that the only reason?" [Name] asked vaguely, moving their hands to the back of his head, undoing the bloody bandana usually tied to his head.

"And I want to spend time with you." Sapnap admitted, knocking his head against theirs. "I feel like I only see you whenever you need to tell me a war is over."

"Y'know I'll be working if you're not there to collect your bloody dues." [Name] informed. "Maintaining peace is hard work. Especially after war."

"I'll be with you. Quietly."

"Quietly? You?" [Name] asked. "Impossible. All you do is show off."

"Yeah? So what if I do?" Sapnap asked smugly. "And if I do, I won't. I'll show you off. I'll make sure the other seven knows you're a force to be reckoned with. You don't need to lift a sword to make a big change."

[Name] laughed at this, grasping at the longsword that was on their hip mainly for show. "Heaven forbid I actual end up having to lift this sword Sam made me."

"Whoever gave him the idea that the Deity of Peace needed a to weild a sword is seriously an idiot."

At those words, [Name] let out another howl of laughter, both knowing fully well it had been Quackity's doing to trick Sam into thinking so. [Name] could still remember Quackity, Sam and Sapnap arguing in their home, longsword gripped tightly in the Deity of War's hands.

"Let's go. I have a feeling you want to see Dream right away if you're so keen on wanting me to show my abilities." [Name] urged, pulling away from him and moving their hands to their bag.

Shuffling through it, they found a settled on a sapling they dug out from the gardens of their home. It was wrapped in a dirty cloth. [Name] dug through the ground in front of them, planting it. Their way of telling the remaining mortals from both sides "It's over. Rest easy."

"You have blood on you now." Sapnap commented, eyes narrowing in disgust at the red staining their hands.

"And whose fault is that?" [Name] asked as they wiped their hands on their white clothes. Immediately, Sapnap grasped their wrists.

"That's disgusting, don't do that!" He called out.

"What kind of war god hates blood?!" [Name] countered back, laughing as they readied themselves to head back home.

Sapnap was more than willing to bathe in the nasty workings of bloodshed and war if it meant keeping [Name] from participating any further than they have to. Guilt already washed over him when he started a relationship with them, one of the most innocent gods to ever be created as a response from his constant warring ways.

He'll do anything for [Name] and if it means keeping them away from seeing further than they already have to and having a little less power for the next several centuries to have them thrive, then he'll do it without question.

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