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Playing with fire Reader x Sapnap by TeenJustTryingToCope
TeenJustTryingToCope
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[y/n] lives just outside of lmanburg, her life wasn't that interesting until a series of evens helps her to realize she may be in love with her best friend. There's a few smut chapters. the plot of the smp is altered lmanburg isn't a giant hole [y/n] female pronouns cover by @necapinx on twitter
One In A Million | DreamWasTakenxReader by Dreammsmppstann
Dreammsmppstann
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You are sapnaps twin sister and you guys are both 20. You wake up in the morning to sapnap laughing downstairs. You recognized George's laugh, but you heard someone else's. You took a shower, got dressed, ect. After all that you went downstairs to get breakfeast. You had a bf at the time but he was very abusive. "Hey sapnap" You said. "Hey y/n, have you met dream before?" Sapnap questioned.
Heat Waves by tbhyourelame. by deimalol4
deimalol4
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PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals