DNF ONESHOTS/ IDEAS (:

2- french vanilla

this is my formal apology;
i was very wrong and i am very sorry.
i would just like to move on,
and get a job and a wife.
and live a normal life.

THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH FOR 850?!!??
ok but genuinly i am sorry for being so
FU-CKING- IN-CON-SISTENT
been on a bit of a mental health break but hallo am back

also BIG ANNOUNCEMENT SOON

————-
daddy dream pov

well, i guess maybe you could say today did not go as planned. maybe.

you see, i woke up to my alarm ringing. like normal, right? and then i wss like 'what no that cant be right because its light outside and what no', so i politely walked into saps room. like you do, right?

and he wasnt there, so i texted him like 'sapnap why the fuck arent you in ur room did u fall asleep on the toilet again' and then HE said hed forgotten he had pranked me.

so naturally, i screamed something bad would not have been proud of, and then the NEIGHBORS from the other apartment came in to check on me because they heard me.

so i was standing there in my underwear as the suburban mom sapnap likes to call 'mrs. milf' asks if i needed an ambulance.

and that was when i got the brilliant idea to ask her what time it really was, right?

and she says 8:45. im supposed to be at school in 15 minutes. what the fuck sapnap.

so i throw on some clothes, and i realize that our fucking coffee machine broke. meaning i have to go somewhere else to get coffee. (im not addicted i swear on chirch prime)

so now im standing outside the new little cafe outside our building. munchy mc or something.

with 5 minutes to go.

i storm in, hear the bell ding. those bells are so annoying, why do they even have them in here.

i hold up a finger to tell the cashier to wait for me to catch my breath, so i could order.

i mangae to pant out 'one french vanilla'. very charming. ive always been great with charisma. and thats when i look at the cashier.

and im so bi, dude.

the dark hair, eyes, smile, small freckles-  it all reminded me of the 'perfect boy' description i used to give sapnap in middle school.

and now im standing here. ruffed up shirt, my hair probably even worse, and im blushing. sapnap, this is all your fault, you stinky poopy baby. musty pissman.

hot guy repeats my order to the other guy there. is other guy laughing? what the hell dude at least try to be a good wingman here.

«whats your name?»
im startled to hear hot boy- george, i see his nametag- speaking woth an accent. kinda cute. not in a weird way, im not weird, or maybe around strangers. or only cute strangers. no, clay, thats- no, wait why the fuck does he want my name? does he think im cute too? am i blushing again? too many questions left unanswered.

george is looking at me expectantly. did he ask something? i try to search my brain.

«for the order.» oh, yeah, name thing.

«oh, yeah, of course.» i knew that.. «its- uhh, clay.»

'clay', he repeats. i like my name a bit more now.

«to-go or eat here?» he asks. im quicker to answet this time. «to-go, please, im late.»

dont know why i added that detail, why am i like this, no actually just why am i. or maybe just why.

(an- bunny is that u? please tell me some1 gets the reference or else this will be as awkward as those y/n fics)

i glance at the clock. shit, i mutter, 2 minutes left.

george hands me the drink- his fingers brush mine. « bye, george!» i call out as i leave.

i feel warm inside as i see the smiley on the cup. yeah, ill definetly be coming back tomorrow.

maybe stinky poopy baby saggy nipple man isnt so bad, after all.

————
yall are probably like
' u killed my wife. u killed my baby, u killed my fuckin baby. u ate our dog. u ate our HOUSE. u call us, stinky poopy baby.'

and im okay w that im sorry lol

BUT ANNOUNCEMENT BIG? POGGGERS UWUWUW??? not clickbait

I WILL BE COMING OUT W ACTUAL PLOT BOOK WOOO
MAYBE
will have sniper george ft. spy everyone
may take a while
HYPE FOR BEW DREAM SONG THO