sapnapsaplings (casology)
Fandoms
Recent works
-
i can't dare to dream about you anymore by sapnapsaplings (casology)
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
02 Jul 2024
Tags
Summary
It took a few moments until he cleared them and was able to break back into his pacing.
But he never was able to, because his forest green eyes had fallen upon the lithe frame of a boy– his nape moonlight across a serene lake, dark hair falling across it like the delicate branches of a willow tree that wished to bask in its silvery light.
As Dream watched the boy it felt like time ceased, the minimal figures around him slowing down into spectors, their stares nothing more than the dwindling smoke of a nighttime cigarette. He felt transfixed, the brunet’s aura, permeated with moonlight shimmer pulled on the strings of Dream’s sun-spotted skin, the very same thread that kept his gold-plated spine straight and smile radiant.
famous author dream hits a writer's block that threatens his career. that is, until he encounters the most beautiful man he's ever seen. the memory haunts him, and the pretty boy quickly becomes his muse.
freelance literature editor and part-time artist george lives by his own rules. after finishing a project he had spent months working on, he takes on a new client, one that looks oddly familiar...
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,986
- Chapters:
- 1/3
- Kudos:
- 3
- Hits:
- 77
-
Tags
Summary
“You need to stop being a bitch."
Something flashed, he was thrown off balance, and all of a sudden Sapnap's back was flat to the wall closest to them. He grunted and tried to reach up to adjust his cap, but was stopped by George pinning his right hand down.
“Bitch?" George still wore a loopy smile as he stared Sapnap down, the fire of provocation burning brightly behind his iris.
“Yeah, you’re a fucking bitch, George.” A twin smile painted itself across the shorter’s lips, two flames burning dangerously bright in the front room of a stranger’s mansion.
The dream team go to an influencer party, and Sapnap gets sick of George's drunk attention seeking. He pulls him aside and tries to talk him down- but the way George teases him stirs something in his gut. He tries to move past it, that is, until they meet again later.
-
Tags
Summary
Once, he would’ve thought that the blaze would burn him if he kindled it, if he took a chance at letting it blaze. In those times, he would do all that he could to douse it when it sparked, and run miles in the opposite direction to avoid it scolding if he happened to let himself stand too close to his best friend.
He knew better now.
That much was evident by the way he was sat in a tiny booth in a pub in the middle of London– George pressed easily to his side and the air filled with his obnoxiously loud laughter. The room swayed in a drunken haze, and Dream was almost swept away by the way it all felt so surreal. His lips quirked up as he snuck his hand to the other’s thigh, squeezing it under the table.
Dnf travel to London to celebrate George's birthday. They're drunk in love.
-
swaying in the stars (laying in your arms) by sapnapsaplings (casology) for lesbiangie
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
27 Aug 2023
Tags
Summary
“What are you doing up?” The softness lacing the taller’s words took George off guard– he figured it was pretty obvious that he’d still be up. Especially considering the fact that his circadian rhythm was less-than-optimal, and he had come so acquainted to curling up into Dream’s warmth and drowning in his scent that he couldn’t be comfortable knowing he was gone.
“Waiting for you to get back, idiot.” A small smile stretched across the Brit’s lips. “I needed to see you and know that you’re okay. Plus, the bed is cold without you.”
Dream comes home late one night in LA after a full day of recording music, and George stays up to try and prank him. He soon realizes that Dream is far too exhausted for it to affect him, so he takes to comforting and caring for him instead.
(Inspired by that one snapchat George posted of him scaring Dream.)
-
Tags
Summary
Reality came crashing down as his consciousness choked him awake.
Dream was rendered immobile for a few seconds, a short burst of time that dragged on for seemingly an eternity as he processed the fact that he had woken up tangled up with his best friend. Even their legs were intertwined, the blond’s splayed out and one of George’s slotted in between as he curled up as tightly as possible around the taller frame. He pondered for those treacherous seconds on how it had happened– did George get cold in the middle of the night? Did he just gravitate towards Dream because he was larger and soothing to hold?
Was it intentional?
Because of George’s constant asking, Dream and George go on a summer vacation to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. They walk a fine line as friends, and learn navigate their indiscernible feelings towards each other.
Oh, and there's only one bed.