๐‹๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐„๐€๐’๐„ | ๐—บ๐—ฐ๐˜†๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ-๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐˜€ - [02.] ๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ-๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ (2024)

 

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๐‹๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐„๐€๐’๐„ | ๐—บ๐—ฐ๐˜†๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ-๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐˜€ - [02.] ๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ-๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ (1)

โ†ณ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฝ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜ 11:52 ๐—ฝ๐—บ.

๐‹๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐„๐€๐’๐„ | ๐—บ๐—ฐ๐˜†๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ-๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐˜€ - [02.] ๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ-๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ (2)

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๐‹๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐„๐€๐’๐„ | ๐—บ๐—ฐ๐˜†๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ-๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐˜€ - [02.] ๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ-๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ (3)

(๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ)

"oh my god."

it hit him in the middle of the stream, eight minutes before midnight. eight minutes before he turned-

sapnap felt a sudden urge to vomit or cry. maybe even both.

"i um- have to go pee," he was able to make his shaking voice from his friends in the call and the one-hundred thousand viewers watching him, "entertain the stream while i'm gone."

quickly muting, sapnap rose from his chair, cautiously making his way out of his room. he could still hear the tv on, even if it was faint.

sapnap walked down the stairs more quieter than he usually did, hoping to not wake his best friend sleeping below.

y/n was laid on the couch, watching the fifth episode in a row of the same show she had been obsessed with recently. it was a last minute duty before going up to celebrate his birthday. she even had a little party hat on her head already.

"y/n?" sapnap whispered, only slightly scaring the girl.

"what's up? is it already midnight?" y/n sat up quickly, glancing around for the clock on the wall, "did i miss it?"

sapnap shook his head, "no we still got a few minutes left i just-" the boy trailed off, trying to find the right words to say. after a solid ten seconds of hesitantly starting a sentence before and stopping himself, sapnap finally just flopped down on the couch and spat it out.

"am i too old?"

y/n looked from the tv, "dude, what?"

"am i too old?" sapnap repeated, refusing to look from his hands

"no?" y/n shuffled over, "sap, you're quite literally the youngest person in this house, and in the 'dream team'. plus, most of the SMP members are older than you."

sapnap shrugged, "i know that, but," a small sigh left the boy's pouting mouth, "everyone seems to focus on the fact that i'm nineteen. like when i make a stupid or immature joke, twitter quotes it and always captions with something like 'he's such a nineteen-year-old boy' or that i 'act so much like a nineteen-year-old' I just," sapnap felt his throat tighten up and heat rush to his face, "what am i gonna do when i act the same after i turn twenty? is everyone gonna be annoyed about how immature i am?"

y/n frowned. it had been a good couple months since sapnap emotionally dumped at this magnitude. sapnap leaned into the hug that he was pulled into, resting his head in the crook of her neck.

"how long have you been upset over this?" y/n asked, slowly rocking the pair back and forth.

"um, it wasn't really until recently," sapnap spoke in a quiet voice, "it's been in the back of my head for awhile but it didn't hit me until like five minutes ago."

y/n hummed, "well, i for one don't think you act like a nineteen-year-old, i think you act like a sapnap. and a sapnap should act like a sapnap no matter what the age. i'm sure that the people out there who love and support you feel the same, they just pin it on your age. you're perfect the way you are, and people like you for you, if they didn't i think your life would be a little different than it is now."

sapnap squeezed y/n right in his arms, the affection acting as non-verbal appreciation for her. she always seemed to say the right things to make him feel better. he finally pulled away, accepting a light kiss on the forehead before glancing at the clock again.

sh*t.

it was already almost a minute before midnight.

"will you come celebrate with us? with me?" sapnap had this unfortunate ability to do the most convincing puppy eyes.

"okay, fine." y/n was pulled up from the couch quickly.

One minute and fifteen seconds later, the call cheered as the clock finally struck midnight. sapnap's character in the game quickly ate the cake and danced around. chat was flying with birthday messages and other excited chatter. y/n stayed silent, but was there to give sapnap a bear hug from behind, pulling one ear of his headphones off to whisper a quiet 'happy birthday' in his ear with a smile.

sapnap didn't feel different like he worried he would. instead, he felt like himself, and so he continued to act like himself.

pretty safe to say it was good way to start his birthday.

word count: 703

๐‹๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐„๐€๐’๐„ | ๐—บ๐—ฐ๐˜†๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ-๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐˜€ - [02.] ๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ-๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ (4)

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(A/N: i have risen from the dead, wooo! this book literally gained 10k more reads since i was last active so thanks for that! never thought it would even remotely get this big haha. i'm working on requests still i promise (a few of them are getting rlly long so sorry) but i'm gonna try and do some short drabble like this more frequently.
also, would you guys prefer if i made more gender-neutral one-shots? i was so used to writing from a female perspective that i never noticed how exclusive it might be. i'm not sure if i'm completely comfortable writing male readers since i am not a male and for some reason it feels weird for me to write from a male perspective but if it's okay i'll try and get into that mind set!
anyways, hope to see you all soon and i hope to not disappear for a month again (it might happen again. very likely) bye guys!)

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๐‹๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐„๐€๐’๐„ | ๐—บ๐—ฐ๐˜†๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ-๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐˜€ -                               [02.] ๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ-๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ (2024)
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