《Dsmp x reader ig》Sapnap x reader:Love or host
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A/n
Thank you for the request :D I'm sorry this took a long time to write me parents take my phone at 12 if I'm not asleep and I have class and stuff
I know love or host is mostly for content-
Plot is up there
U/n means username
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(Your POV)
"Y/n can you introduce yourself?" Austin asked me "oh yeah,Hello I'm y/n aka u/n and I live in the us in (insert state here) and I make Minecraft videos with my friends and I also stream on twitch!" God I hope that was okay I haven't talked to someone like this in like two years
(Time skip to when there's two girls left because I'm in class)
(Your POV)
The only two girls left here where me and heather.How did I manage to survive,I have do idea.As the girls got eleminated Austin brought on three people dream,George,and tubbo (we appreciate tubbo in this house) I ask Austin"uhm can I go feed my (insert pet) Austin?" "Oh yea you can y/n sapnap is just gonna have his 1 on 1 with heather when your gone okay?" "Okay I'll be back then"
(In ur brain)
Oh shit what if he picks her that would be so fucking embarrassing for me.what if he picks me and his fan base sends me death threats or I get doxxed because of this
(Not your brain anymore)
(Nicks POV)
I just finished my 1 on 1 with heather and she was nice and all that stuff but I'm really exited for my date thing with y/n,I actually really wanna get to know her more. "Hey guys I'm back did I miss anything?" She said as she entered her room "oh no not much but it is your turn for your 1 on 1,so can everyone except sappynappy mute their mics"
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(1 on 1 bold you regular Nick)
Hi
How's your day so far?
My day has been amazing as well,tell me is there anything you'd want in a guy?
*saps brain*
THE BAR IS SO MUCH LOWER THEN I IMAGINED
Well if I choose you I promise that I won't do anything bad to you on purpose
Your face heats up lol you smile too awww
(After still your POV)
"Heather,I'm sorry but it's the end of the road for you" Austin said to the other girl in the call "wich means y/n YOU WIN LOVE OR HOST FEATURING SAPNAP"
And at that moment you knew You found someone that would actually care for you
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"Nick"
"Yes y/n?"
"Thank you"
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A/n
THANK GOD I FINALLY FINISHED THIS,
AGIAN THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!!
Oh and I'm sorry about last nights chapter I was panicking and didn't really know what to do
-Mars💕
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