❀ MCYT Oneshots ❀

[ sapnotfound ] - mcc [2/2]

i swear to god if luke doesnt complete the skephalo poems thing im gonna do it for him its been in making for like at least 2 weeks now
jkjk luke can work at his own pace but srsly pls i cant stand looking at the drafts aaa ;;

Yeah gonna get that done rn. Ooh, and you did sapnotfound! :D okay, back to finishing my chapter, lmao. -Luke

It's Sunday morning when Dream finally calls him back.

"Sapnap! Sappie Nappie! Sappitus Nappitus! Snapmap-" "OK, ok, I'm here, you don't need to keep calling out abominations of my name to get my attention!" "Sure didn't seem that way, but alright." Dream gives a loud sigh through the line, and Sapnap is suddenly worried for his friend. Did Techno reject him? Did he need to go turn someone into bacon- 

"Ok, so.. uhm- I don't really know how to say this without being awkward but uh- basicallyTechnoacceptedmyconfessionandnowwe'redatingahaha"

"What-" "Uhm- I'm dating him now.." His best friend's voice trailed off a bit, presumably flustered. 

"That's good!" "Yeah, and now for me to hold up my end of the deal.." "Wait-" "I'm asking George out for you, remember?" "What-" Dream sighs, clearly exasperated. "Ok, so what's going to happen is, I'm going to call Georgie himself and ask him if he wants to go on a date with you." "What if-" "He's not going to decline, dude he's smitten." "..What if he thinks it's a joke?" "I'll make sure he doesn't think its one."

"What's that supposed to mean-" "Just don't worry about it, Sapnap." The taller boy's voice crackles on the other side of the call. "You're going to go confess to him, once and for all." "..Thanks, I guess." "Don't thank me, dumbo. Just go worry about your date," he responds, clicking his tongue. And then he hangs up the phone, leaving the poor boy confused and flustered.

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It's now 5pm, and Sapnap has been newly informed by Dream that "George and Wilbur are coming to you tommorrow, at 2pm. Wilbur's literally just going to drop George off with you, then he's going away. We also got you a restaurant reservation, at 6:30pm- it's like, a fancy buffet kind of place. So don't worry about dressing formal or whatever." 

The information given to him didn't particularly help calm his nerves, but he was being set up on a date with his crush of 5 years, so he supposed it wasn't that bad- ok, who was he kidding, he was completely and totally fucked. 

How did Dream expect him to be able to properly function during all of this? Ugh, there was just so much that could go wrong.

His phone rang again, lighting up with the words, "Dream is calling!" "What do you want?" "Just here to tell you that a certain someone is smitten with you." "What?" "Ok, just.. dress well, and try not to freak out too much." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Eh, you'll find out." "Dream, the h-" The freckled boy then promptly hangs up, chuckling to himself.

"So, you told him?" "Yep, of course I did. I've been thirdwheeling the two of them for so long, man. It's not fun listening to both your best friends pining over one another and being clueless idots." "I've been watching Techno pine over you for like, a year or so now," The sweater clad musician responds. "I can confirm that it is not fun." "That- ok, whatever." Dream mumbles the last part, feeling flustered. "So I'm picking George up at..?" "2pm in your time, then you're going to be flying over and getting yourselves checked in." "Yeah, got it."

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It is now 1:21pm American time, and George is dying. Not physically, because then that'd be a problem, like, a really big one- considering corpses can't walk around or talk. 

In reality, he's nervous as fuck. Being set up on a date does that to you. Especially if you're someone who a) gets flustered easily b) gets embarrassed easily and c) has a crush on the person who you've been set up with. George happens to check all three boxes, which, is not a good thing, regardless of what Dream claims. 

"We have arrived!" Wilbur says from the front seat, turning off the air conditioning and exiting the car. The slightly younger boy unbuckles his seatbelt, exiting as well. 

They'd pulled up infront of Sapnap's apartment complex, and George feels himself get more and more nervous as time passes. "15.. 14! We have arrived, Mr. Notfound." "Uh, thanks?" "Go on, knock on the door." "What?!" "You heard what I said. Open it and confront your crush." "No thank you." Wilbur gives him a disapproving glance, finally relenting and knocking on the door himself. They wait for a little bit until Sapnap opens the door, looking incredibly tired(but still managing to look unbelievably handsome, like, how was George not supposed to fall for him?!).

"Hey, Wilbur, George," Sapnap greets the both of them. "Hello to you too," Wilbur responds, pushing George in- causing him to collide with Sapnap. They end up in a very uncomfortable position, consisting of George pinning his crush to the floor. "Oh crap- I'm so sorrY-" "Y-Yeah, it's ok!" Wilbur smirks, presumably at their suffering. Getting up and helping Sapnap up, George turns to glare at the taller boy. "What'd you do that for-" "Hey, hey, I'm just your uber. Your date's at 6:30pm sharp, by the way, so make sure to get prepared for that." With that, the musician turns around and leaves- literally vanishing (how the fuck did he do that, George wonders).

"Well, uhm-" Sapnap says, still flustered from the collision. "Do you wanna like play minecraft or something..?" "Uhm- sure," the older boy responds. "Uh, ok. Stream or nah?" "Let's play on the SMP and stream it." "Ok," the Texan responds, heading off to get the both of them situated.

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5 hours come and go, and soon enough, it's 6:23. The 2 of them have literally just now pulled up infront of the restaurant, and Sapnap's nerves are skyrocketing. He's on a date. With his best friend and crush of 5 years. What could possibly go wrong? Oh yeah, everything. 'I hate it here.'

"Hey, uhm, Sap- Should we head in now?" George questions him, and for literally NO reason, Sapnap can feel his cheeks heating up. "Yeah, sure," he tries to shrug it off, following the older boy inside. 

"Reservation?" "Sapnap Nick Jones, 6:30pm." "Right this way, sirs." The waitress leads the both of them to a table in a private room, plants decorating the sides.

"Did Dream really do this all..?" Sapnap questions aloud in disbelief. "Oh my goodness, the dude's a maniac," George laughs, surprised himself at their best friend's commitment. "Pfft, yeah." Then George asked a question that Sapnap hoped that would never come up that evening. 

"Why did he even go to this length? It's just a joke, right..?" Sapnap gulped, not wanting to lie to George. "..It wasn't a joke," he mutters, hoping that the older boy wouldn't hear.

"Wait, what?" "It- It wasn't a joke, George.." Sapnap mutters. "I actually- I do like you, a lot. A-as in, not a friendship kind of like." "O-oh. Well.." George pulls the younger boy's hand to him. "That's the best news I've heard yet, because I like you too." 

"C-can I kiss you?" George answers the question himself by pressing a short kiss to the slightly taller boy's lips.

"I love you."

--wc:: 1227 (!!)

so u guys know about the restaurants private room i wrote abt right yeah so those things r real things and BOY OH BOY i lov emmm hahahahahdsuhduwas
idk if western restaurants hav ethem but like i went to this fancy asian restaurant for my grandpas 70th birthday and they had the private rooms and it had like decor and like,,, it was super super cool i think honestly on all fronts asian restaurants r just super cool
i went to this one seafood one right and they had like this outdoor section and it was all like webbed and they had parasols (!!!) and like a skyroof and AAA im just,, so proud of my culture n stuff so sorry for rambling aha :'')
- a4 out!! also if u could answer the discussion question on our page thatd b great, ily all <3