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Y/N swore that she would never be involved with Sapnap. He had broken her heart and she wasn't about to let it happen again. Sapnap had promised himself that he was done with her for good...that was until they met in battle. #1 in lmanberg in February 2022 #2 in sapnap in July 2022 #5 in minecraftyoutubers in January 2022 #1 in sapnapxreader in February 2022 #1 in fanfiction in November 2022 (None of the characters belong to me and all credit goes to Dream, Sapnap and the SMP)

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ── bₗₑₐcₕ ₋ bᵣₒcₖₕₐₘₚₜₒₙ ɪ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴘᴏʀᴛ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴋʏ cover art; @cyticalis on twitter (' ω '♡) cw: swearing, mild violence sapnap x fem!reader 12.29.20-04.03.21

"But what if Clay didn't know?" I grab his hand, "Think about it. If he doesn't know then we can make sure we actually work before we tell him." He lets that sink in for a second. "Y/n, i understand what you're saying" he says slowly, "but I need to hear exactly what you're thinking we do about it?" I give him a smile. "Can you keep a secret, Nick?"

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.