"A High School Reunion."
Chapter 02 of "If You Look At Me, I'll Listen To You."
➵ PAIRING! clinic!civillian!wilbur x hero!reader
➵ CREATING! 10.1.23 | 3191 words
➵ CONTAINING! lovers to strangers, hero society (dream team + karl), tommy being a teasing prick
➵ SAYING! thank you for the support on the first chapter! i loved everyone's responses and input and seriously i would love to see more! if youd like to be a part of a taglist message my inbox! :DD
my masterlist and chapter 01
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“Hey, Quacks, how’s the work been treating you?”
I spun around my office chair before kicking up my boots on my desk. It was another slow day the Hero’s Tower. Well, at least for me.
“It’s been going fine. It gets a little hard running a whole casino though, I’ll tell you that much.” He lightly chuckled through the phone.
I’ve known Quackity for a few years now. We attended university together after I moved out of my old neighborhood and into a small town just South of L’manburg city. Quackity was my dorm neighbor. We started talking to each other after I was fed up with all the ruckus I heard through the wall. When I learned that him and some strangers were doing a bit of Poker, I figured why not join. I didn’t stay in contact with those other people, but Quackity, we clicked too easily to let each other go.
“Sounds fun. Hope you’re not stressing too much. Maybe the next time I see you, you’ll be all wrinkly and tired all the time.” I joked, a sly smile on my face.
“Oh, that won’t be happening anytime soon!” He laughed. “Seriously, I got this.”
“—Hey, (y/n).” I looked up from my desk only to be met by Sapnap’s firey gaze. “You got a moment?” He quickly glanced at my phone before returning his eye on me. “We’re having a mini meeting, and we need you in on this one.”
That’s… Strange. I’m usually not called to Hero meetings.
“Oh, uh—” I sat up properly. “—Sure. Just let me wrap up this call.” I said. Sapnap nodded before walking out of my office.
“Need to go?” Quackity asked through the phone.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said reluctantly. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Was I in trouble? Did I do something wrong with the last interrogation? “I’ll talk to you, alright, Q?”
“Of course, just let me know whenever you’re free. I’ll catch you later, (y/n).”
“Yeah, see ya!”
I clicked off my phone, sliding it down my pocket.
Oh God.
What’s going on?
I was able to locate the meeting room pretty swiftly. Through the window I saw George, Karl, Sapnap, and Clay. Karl, with his usual bubbly energy, waved at me through the glass. I smiled in return before hiding myself behind the wood door. Through my nostrils I took one deep and steady inhale before slowly letting it go through my nose. Once I felt ready enough, I placed my hand on the cold silver handle, twisting it open to be greeted by the chilly room.
The room wasn’t too extravagent. The walls were painted a navy blue with a long wood table. The ends of the table had one chair while the side parts had two on each side. I decided to take my seat next to Karl with George in front of me and Clay at the end.
“So, you’re probably wondering why you’re here.” Clay started.
“Yeah,” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “This isn’t my usual setting, y’know.” Since my power is feared to be too dangerous, I’m usually working in the interrogation and detainment center. It was kind of pitiful thinking about how I’m more used to isolated rooms and gray colors with a criminal in front of me, rather than a nice cozy meeting room with my friends.
“Well… George, Clay, and I came up with a new fighting strat, and I think with your powers, we may finally put the supervillains out of business.” Sapnap grinned. I tilted my head a little.
“What do you mean?” I asked. Clay then stood up and walked behind George and Sapnap where a dry-erase board was located. The two of them turned around, attentive to what Clay had to say.
“Alright look, we already know the Syndicate is our supervillains.” Clay explained, drawing on the board. “Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus being the most threatening of them all. Especially when the three of them are together.” He wrote down their names before circling them all into one group. “I believe with our data now and enough studying, we can analyze their behavioral patterns, what their priorities are, etc.”
I nodded my head, a bit confused on where this was going. I looked over to Karl, who seemed just as confused as I was.
“So, what does this have to do with me?” I asked. Clay smiled, pointing at me with his marker.
“I was just getting to that.” He wrote my name on the board before turning back to face us. “If you could watch these main three—” he pointed at the board. “then you'll have enough information to make convincing enough hallucinations. Enough hallucinations, means more distraction as they fight, which means more wins for us!” he cheered.
I sat there, hands folded in my lap. All four of them had their eyes on me, expecting some sort of comment or response. “…So,” I broke the silence. “I'm basically like.. The secret weapon?”
Karl eagerly nodded as he pulled me closer with an arm. “Yeah! We're finally going to have you fighting with the big guys! Isn't that super cool?”
“Mhm,” George hummed. “You won't be stuck doing interrogations at the detainment center anymore. You’ll be on the battlefield!” He exlcaimed, a small smile on his lips.
This was a lot to take in at once. Frist, I had to stalk the three most dangerous members of The Syndicate for some time, then with enough information, I’ll finally be on the field going on missions?
“So, what do you think, (y/n)?” Sapnap asked, his hands folded on the table.
I looked at all the faces around me. It was barely clicking to me that I finally have the chance to be out there, with my friends, fighting against the villains. It was something I dreamed of doing ever since I moved back to L’Manburg.
“I’m in.” I said proudly.
What could go wrong?
After laying out some planning, I left the HQ and decided to take a bus to Eastside. Besides the Hero District and South Bay, I haven’t been around the other parts of the city, as least in civillian form. Mainly because I was looking to avoid a certain… Family. I haven’t seen the Soot family since I broke up with Wilbur that night. I felt too guilty of our actions, and frankly I swore I would never see Wilbur again after I moved away. Avoiding him in the neighborhood and in school was a hassle by itself.
Once I made it to Eastside, I hopped out of the bus and began walking to a familiar cafe. I figured if I was going to go out exploring, I should go to an area where it was least likely running into the Soots. I turned on my headphones, and began my walk. In my backpack I had my laptop and sketchbook where I was going to plan out my missions.
Once I looked up, realizing I was greeted by the huge sign that read “Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe.”
Alright, here we go.
I pushed open the door and immediately I was hit with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pasteries. I heard a loud gasp in front of me, and I was met by the familiar face of Foolish.
“(Y/N)!” He exclaimed, as he nearly hopping over the counter, I ran up to him and we engulfed in each other in a warm hug.
“Hey, Foolish! How have you been?” I smiled, pulling away.
“I’ve been doing okay! Still working at the cafe, as you can see!” He chuckled. “Where have you been all these years?! I haven’t seen you since graduation!” He asked, placing his hands on his shoulders.
“I left the city to go to University. I only moved back a few months ago but now I live in South Bay!” I smiled. He nodded, taking in my words before pulling away.
“Have you talked to…?” He trailed off, but I knew what he was talking about.
“I haven’t.” I lightly chuckled. “Not since he walked across that stage, but even then, I wasn’t even talking to him like that.”
Foolish tilted his head, a curious smile on his face. “Y’know, I still remember during graduation, you were literally screaming and cheering him on so loudly! But then you tried to shape up as if no one heard you!”
I laughed, punching him the shoulder. “Hey, shut up! Maybe I just got a bit carried away…”
“Mhmm,” He hummed. “Well, I’m about to clock out now and head to Eret’s place—”
As if on cue, two figures walked through the cafe doors.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
You’ve genuinely got to be fucking with me.
Two guys stood in front of us, but I only paid attention to one of their faces.
Those chocolate brown eyes stared back at me. Those eyes I fell in love with the moment I saw them for the first time. They were wide, and they didn’t stray away from mine. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he stopped himself.
“Hey Toms, hey Wil!” Foolish excitedly introduced. “Wilbur, you remember (y/n), right? She’s finally back in town—!” Before he continued, I kicked him in the foot, earning a loud yelp. He got the hint and backed away from the conversation.
“I— I got work to do.” I quickly mumbled. From the corner of my eye I saw Wil raise his hand out of protest, but I ignored it to hastily find a seat.
I found a duo seat next to the window. I placed my bag in one of the seats to take out my laptop and then sat in the other seat. I jolted my laptop open, somewhat smacking the keyboard impatiently to wake it up.
Ugh, stupid, stupid!
I put my head down, covering face with my arms. My leg shook rapidly from under the table. I shouldn’t have came here. I shouldn’t have came here at all. Who was I to think it would be safe to travel in this area anyway?! This was a stupid idea!
“You must’ve gotten ugly if she was going to run away that fast, man.” I heard a gruff voice snort followed by a sound of someone being shoved.
“T-That’s not true! I… Ugh… Just get to work, asshole.”
That familiar voice.
My heart fluttered at the sound of his deep voice. That deep voice that used to tell me how pretty I looked everyday and asked if I needed help with homework.
But it was the same voice that killed all those men, and maybe even more after that night.
I shook my head. Maybe a coffee would fix my racing thoughts.
I got up from my table and went up to the counter. There I met that boy that was standing next to Wil earlier. He had a red and white shirt under his barista apron. He and blue eyes and a mess of blonde flopped on the top of his head, but what was most distinguishing about his hair was that streak of white.
His eyes widened briefly before a sly grin formed on his face. “Welcome to Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe, what can I get you?” He asked.
“I’ll just have an iced caramel coffee.” I forced a smile on my face. He clicked on some things on the cash register before looking at me again.
“And what’s the name?” He asked.
“(y/n).” I said plainly.
“Alright, I’ll have your order done in a minute.” He said. I nodded, handing him my card. As he swiped in my order, I placed a decent amount of cash in his tip jar. He looked up a bit, a smile quirking up when he realized how much money I put in. “Jeez, dude, what job are you working?” He asked rather jokingly.
“Uhh,” I bit my tongue a bit to hold back my actual answer. “—criminal justice.” I exclaimed, which wasn’t technically a lie. The barista handed me back my card. “Thanks,” I glanced down to look at his nametag. “Tommy.” He nodded, and I headed back to my seat to begin my work.
My laptop had started up, welcoming me with my sunset background. I opened up my web browser and created a word document to jot down all my notes and plans on how I could start stalking the Syndicate. Should I be saying “stalking?” It sounds pretty vulgar. My main focuses had to be Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus. So I figured that maybe I should start with Siren, though that was sort of risky to get into. What was his superpower again..?
“Order for Wilbur and (y/n)!”
Oh, wow.
This kid had to be some kind of fucking troll.
I sighed, reluctantly standing up from my seat. I noticed that Wil was approaching as well, slow with his footsteps. I looked over to Tommy who had this devious grin on his face. Once I walked up to the counter, I noticed that only Wil’s order was on the counter. It had to be either a flat white or a hot coffee with four shots of espresso.
“Here you go, (y/n). Iced caramel coffee.” Tom said, personally handing the beverage to me.
“Knew it…” I heard a soft voice whisper to himself.
He… Remembered my order?
“Thank you, Tom,” I smiled. He nodded, and I headed back to my seat. I took a sip of my coffee to cool down the heat that was rising to my cheeks before continuing my work. With careful listening, I could hear a bit of Tom and Wil’s bickering from the counter.
“Why the fuck would you do that?!” Wil whisper shouted.
“Look, man, they seemed interested! They were staring at your coffee order and mumbling something. Probably knows your order too.” Tom chuckled.
“Shut the fuck up! Don’t do that again, I’m serious!” Wil was practically begging at this point. I resisted the urge to turn around to look at the two. Instead kept my eyes on my screen.
“Okay, okay,” Tom reassured. “I’ll stop. But seriously man, you need to tell me about this when we get home.”
The argument ended there, and though I continued on with my work, the conversation sat in my mind like a brick. My fingers tapped against my laptop, creating rows of writing then sectioning them off into tables. I even enforced this new routine into my daily planner, blocking specifically when I would be working at the station to when I would be learning information about the Syndicate. I stayed in the cafe for another hour until I was finally content with my planning for the next couple of weeks.
With a content sigh, I finally closed my laptop. I looked around, realizing that the cafe was barely occupied. Wil was in another corner with a book whereas Tom was cleaning the espresso machine. I got up, stretching my legs and arms before taking my laptop and sliding it into my backpack. As I was zipping up my backpack, I felt a pair of eyes behind me, but I chose to ignore them. I slid my arms into the straps and fixed my hair behind me. When I turned around, I realized that it was Wilbur who was staring at me. His nose immediately buried into his book once we made eye contact. A small scoff escaped my lips, and I approached Tom at the counter for the final time.
“Hey, Tommy. Just a strawberry cheesecake to go please.” I said, sliding over a $10 bill. “Keep the change as a tip.”
“Coming right up, (y/n).” He placed the bill inside then counted the money before placing it into his tip jar. He then went to the back to grab a plastic container that had a piece of cheesecake drizzled in strawberry syrup with slices of strawberry on the side. “Here you are. You leaving for the day?” He asked, quickly glancing away before returning his eyes on me. I took the container of dessert before smiling.
“Yeah, it’s getting late. Don’t want to be out especially during criminal hour.” I lightly chuckled. Tom nodded, as if understanding.
“Alright, stay safe out there.” He waved. I said my goodbyes before heading toward the door. As I took another step, I heard footsteps approaching me.
“W-Wait.” I turned around, only to be met with a white button up shirt with light blue-gray stripes.
I looked up, and there he was.
His jaw was more defined than it was when we were kids. His hair was more poofy and grew curlier over the years. It was obvious he had grown out of his rounded features. Even his eyes were more narrow. But I knew those freckles scattered all over his face and how his pink lips formed a symmetrical cupid’s bow.
We both stared at each other in silence. One hand gripped at my backpack strap tight while the other clutched at my plastic container.
“Yes?” I asked. It was blank and straight forward, not letting any form of emotion seep through my words.
“I-I just… Well, it’s good to see you in town again.” He said, his hands slightly fidgeting. I noticed that his button up was rolled up to his elbows. His arms were a little bigger than what I remember and his chest looked more built with a curve to his torso. He was also taller. He used to be only a few inches taller than me due to malnourishment. He looked healthier and stronger— Much better than when he did when we first became friends. It made my heart skip a little.
“Oh— Uh. It’s nice to see you too. Sorry, I’ve just been super busy since I moved back into town.” I briefly explained, but even then, I felt like such an idiot for explaining in the first place.
“Oh.” He muttered.
We stared at each other again, not talking. The air felt thick and full of pressure. My heart searched for that familiar comfort in his prescence but it was no use.
“I… I should get going now.” I said, slightly gesturing to the door.
“Right— Uh… I’ll see you around?” He asked, a little glimmer in his eyes as if hopeful. A bit of me ached seeing him so desperate.
“Uh, yeah.” I quickly said without thinking. What? “Yeah, I’ll see around.”
I turned around and pushed open the glass door. The cold breeze slapping me in the face.
Holy shit.
Did I just talk to Wilbur Soot?
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a / n ~ this was mainlyyy about lore for the reader. but dw the next chapter is going to be alll about siren dont even worry about it. notes of all kind are super appreciated especially reblogs!!
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mcyts + best friend's sister
cast: dreamwastaken, georgenotfound, sapnap, karl jacobs, quackity and tommyinnit
cw: none :)
a/n: I'm sorry, this one's fem! reader it was just easier for me to write like this :((
dreamwastaken
Dream and your sibling were friends since they were pre-schoolers
So it’s natural that over time they became best friends
And also that dream had started spending much more time at your house
He was like that one cool, friendly and nice friend
And almost instantly you were drawn to him
But being the younger sibling you never really got a chance to get closer to dream
And also because you were very shy
As you grew older you never lost feelings
And you started becoming less shy
Sometimes joining dream and your sibling to play video games
It was fun, and unknowingly to you, dream had started to reciprocate your feelings
One day he just goes for it
“y/n… so this is going to be slightly awkward because before I only thought of you as a little sister… but I think my feeling are morphing into something else. I just thought, would you like to go out with me?”
You are ecstatic and although your sibling is a little overprotective at first, they are happy you chose to be with someone like dream
georgenotfound
to be fair, he started liking you as soon as he met you.
Him and your sibling were classmates that eventually became best friends
So, you started seeing George more and more often
You were very shy to even strike up a conversation
George thinks it’s cute though
The way your neck heats up and a blush creeps up your face when he talks to you
With a sudden surge of confidence, he just spills his feelings
“hey, y/n… I kind of like you… and I think you do too- so um- I thought we could go on a date sometime?”
Stumbles 10 times while saying that
But you very very shyly nod and agree
On inside you are just bursting with happiness
sapnap
at first you only see him as an older brother
bc he totally gives those vibes
but then you start seeing him as more
you love how he never leaves you out because you're the 'little sister'
quite the opposite actually he is often the one who suggests you hang out with them
(your older sibling sometimes protests)
when sapnap realises, he is just "no, she is off limits, she's my best friend's sister, no." but he can't help it lolol
kind of becomes a little distant
causing you to inquire him about it one day
"hey sap... is everything okay? you look distant lately." and he just goes bright red
"i think it's because i have feelings for you."
he blurts it out with a sheepish smile and and awkward neck scratching.
karl jacobs
i think he'd be the nicest of them all
always bringing you cute little stuff when he comes over
"hi [your sibling's name]!" he would turn to you and politely greet you too "hi y/n! oh here, i brought you a little something."
you would typically miss the light blush on his face, so carried away in your own flustered state.
if he hears that your friends bailed on some plans, he would suggest you go out with him and your sibling.
so giggly around you hehe <3
i think he would confess with a little note he would stuff in a candy bar
"roses are red, violets are blue, i kinda like you <3" you'd be a hot, smiling mess
and write one back
quackity
although he is a loud persona in general, it's like someone turned on silent mode in this man when he is around you
also becomes clumsity™
once broke your mom's vase because you were around and had to apologise to her around 1000 times
when you greet him he just goes bright pink and whispers a 'hello' back
he loves when you open the door to him in your house attire and a messy bun
you don't even realise the effect you have on him
i think you would be the first one to confess that you have a crush on him
because this man can't even open his mouth around you
your sibling teases alex so much about it
but is very supportive of your relationship
tommyinnit
so loud around you istg all he wants is your attention
fake mean to you
if you take it seriously he feels so guilty
apologies apologies apologies
ruffles your hair at all times
trying to hide his feelings but to be fair it's clear to everyone
except you, of course hahah
i think your sibling would be the one to accidentally let it slip
bc they've known for a while now haha
so you're very flustered and happy he feels the same way
and you just end up asking him out lol
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hey!! can you maybe write a fic w quackity x fem or gn!reader
and like he and the reader are like enemies to lovers arc??
i j rlly want some angsty fics rnnnn
A Four-Way Call ☎️ [Quackity]
a/n: this one might be my all time favorite :o
“the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart.”
TRACK: Show Me How - Men I Trust
“hey y/n, shut the fuck up — nobody asked.” his voice rang through your headphones. you felt the heat rush up your cheeks in embarrassment as karl and george started laughing.
normally, you would’ve found this funny. normally, you would’ve laughed along and thought of a witty remark to get him back. but today was not one of those days. today, his nasty words were just another add on to your shitty night, and you couldnt bring yourself to go along with the joke.
everytime you said something, quackity would spit out a casual “shut the fuck up” in response. so halfway through the stream you just gave up on speaking, and if someone asked you a question, your minecraft character would nod or shake its head.
“fuck off quackity, i asked. what were you saying y/n?” sapnap interuppted. you smiled for the first time that stream, and you couldnt help the warm feeling of appreciation. “sapnap, i am in love with you.” you joke, crouching your character in front of his.
he let out a small giggle, crouching back. “if anyone here is mean to y/n from now on, im going to kill you — and im talking to you quackity.” he plays along, the vc breaking into all sorts of noises. george lets out a loud wheeze, “woah sapnap no need to get all posessive” “Y/NNAP?” karl shouts. “yep. shes mine.” sapnap replies.
“okay jeez mr boyfriend, ill back off” quackity says in surrender. he knew it was all jokes, but the felt the wave of jealousy flooding through his veins made him question if it wasnt. it was pathetic to feel this way, especially over something he knew damn well was his fault. the remainder of the stream was such a mess. sapnap was giving you flowers and building you a house, and he could only watch with a salty, bitterness in his stomach.
after the stream, ‘Y/NNAP’ was trending on twitter. alex scrolled through the tag with his jaw clenched, making sure to scroll past the ones with hearts. if he’d known his one comment would’ve caused this whole mess, he would take it back in a heartbeat.
let me tell you something if you havent figured it out already. alex was infacutated with you. obsessed, even. the cruel jokes had no hurtful intention, he simply just wanted your attention. it would give him a sense of satisfaction when you would notice him for even a split second, and once he started, he couldnt stop. the shitty words came out left and right, any direction whenever he craved your attention.
you loved alex before you even met him. he was such a loveable person, someone you looked up to. and you did love him when you met him, you did at first, but something went wrong. you didnt know when or how, but something definitely went wrong.
with a snap of a finger, he started to hate you. of course you knew it was all a joke, but it seemed as if he got too carried away. at first he would send you apologetic texts after every stream, something along the lines of “hey, im sorry for being so harsh tonight, i didnt mean any of it.” but one day he just, stopped.
“thank you for the flowers, sap.” your voice rang through the vc. alex’s smile faultered for a split second before coming back up. he saw your character running up to him from a distance, with his heartbeat increasing by every step you took. “hey asshole. not telling me to shut up today?” you giggled, hitting him to say hi. “your boyfriend doesnt allow it now, does he?” he tested the waters. “i guess so.”
oh how he hated your reply. for the first time in his life, he hated that you agreed with him.
the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart. he felt intimidated, like he had to compete for someone that he didnt even have a chance with. surely you hated him by now, right?
quackity’s silence confused you. he didnt join your streams, didnt invite you to his — even if it meant he could roast the shit out of you. and there was one thing you didnt want to admit. you missed him. maybe it was the feeling in your gut that was bashing you for replacing him so easily, or maybe it was the feeling of this unexpected love and affection from someone else. but you did miss him.
it felt as if this rivalry dynamic between you and quackity had just been crushed by a newfound dynamic, one that was far different from this one. you didnt know which you liked better, you didnt know who you liked better.
“whats going on with you and y/n? like are you guys good?” karl asks through the call. alex brings his phone better up to his ear, laying down on his bed. he looked up at the ceiling in a panic. “w-what do you mean?” he answers. “like youre always mean to her on stream like you hate her, and now you just dont talk to her anym-“
“im in love with y/n.” he blurts out. “okay- i know that seems really weird right now but-“
“what?” karl asks.
“what?” an unfamiliar voice. sapnap. sapnap was in the call.
“sapnap? what are you doing here? i thought it was just me and karl in the call-”
“youre in love with y/n?” he interrupts.
“well yeah. are you?” alex asks. he holds his breath in tightly awaiting his reply.
“no, she’s my friend.”
“someone’s in love with me?”
your voice made alex’s heart jump out of his chest. it was en electrifying feeling. the drag of his fingertips against his forehead felt too fake, this whole situation felt too fake. he wanted to wake up from this hell of a nightmare.
“y/n? y-you heard all of that?” he asked.
“no, just the last part. who’s in love with me? i swear if its sapnap joking around im gonna kill him-”
“alex is.” karls said. damn you, karl.
here it is again, the awkward silence. it felt like all oxygen had been sucked out your chest, leaving you behind hopeless. your mind became blank as you thought of something to say, something that wouldnt leave him hanging like this very moment.
“alex?” you ask.
“i am. im in love with you y/n.”
“i guess i can get used to your love.”
epilogue.
sapnap left the call the second he heard what you said. maybe he was all wrong.
maybe the master plan of swooping in to save you at just the perfect moment wasn’t enough, maybe dream was wrong.
“okay- the next time quackity says something you have to butt in and help her.”
“she’s playing along, great! she’ll love you in no time. trust me.”
“keep flirting with her. flirt until she flirts back.”
his words were loud and clear. effective too, but maybe not in the long run.
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OKAY, hear me out before reading the text below: this blog of mine is just a place, where I can see my progress in many of things, and writing in english is one of them. the deal is - english is not my native language, and my way of writing can look very bad.
if you decide to read my little sketch, firstly - good luck; and secondly, if when you see some dumb mistakes - feel free to comment because learning stuff is fun!
(also I'm like probably need to do a disclaimer or something like this, but I don't know how :D)
well, it's just fluff (?), without any triggers and just something that was in my head for a while. also I'm using the real names on the dream team in this text. actually, all my thoughts slowly became a whole au (this is the right word for it, right?), so if I will be really confident, maybe I write something else....
UGH this is again a super long text, I'M SORRY.
imagine that you've been friends with «dream team» for an almost a three years.
originally you were an employee on a mr. beast team, something that others would call an errand boy (well, errand girl in your case). but despite your small position in a whole team, everyone was simply in love with you. you just were a little shining star, that everybody adored. and beside that, you knew how to do your job. and by one of these hard-working days, you've meet sapnap.
there were a small pause between shooting for a new challenge video, where nick was one of the judges, and it happend that you both had a chance to chat for a little bit. you two find in each other someone nice, almost like a soulmate. when you too start to speak about different topics, including hobbies and favorite things, something just clicked. after a shooting, y'all just spontaneously decided to go for a walk. you both just can't stop talking, and after a hour or so, you find yourself on a basketball court. the day slowly becoming an evening, there only a few people around, and you two with beer cans just lazily playing basketball.
and after that day your life just start change entirely.
after sapnap you've met sunshine with name karl, and then dream, george, even quackity. the boys was also amazed with your warm personality and you all pretty fast become great buddies. you start to show in theirs instagram photos, twitter posts, stories. you've slowly become an important member of their group. staying for a movie night, cook for them, give a ride on your car, making birthday presents, spending time in video games, and eventually joining the streams.
to be honest, chat was kinda aggressive by the first time and full of comments like "omg why are they even let this girl to join, she's just ruining all the fun" and bunch of other not-so-nice words. guys were super sorry that you have to deal with all this hate, but you honestly won't making a big deal out of that. you just continue to show up from time to time, and slowly but surely people realize that your "boring" side was actually a "super caring" side.
and only after this realization everybody understand how cool actually your character resonates with sometimes childish characters of the rest of the group. the memes start to full the internet, boys start jokingly addresses to you like "sweet mother of ours", and you were very audible and visible cringing at the name, but they're just unstoppable.
and after a two and a half years of your friendship, after george finally gets a visa and clay does a face reveal, four of you guys finally moved together.
and that simply become a golden era of your friendship.
you spend mornings with george, when you get ready for work and this man with no sleep schedule gives you company. at the moment that you start making a breakfast, this man just magically appears with his cute puppy eyes, and after the few times when your plate was getting empty for about a fifteen seconds, you just start to cook for you two. imagine: dark room with only one working lamp, you both eating some puffy pancakes, drinking something warm, chatting and silently giggling. it's a little foggy outside, and almost absolute silence. sounds really comforting, does it not? after you finished eating, you give george a small kiss on his head, maybe mess up with his hair and beg him to get some rest.
the days fly by really fast, when you making stuff with dream. join the stream for a moment? sure. what about the new idea for the video/song? tell me everything. maybe you want to go to the shopping together? get in my car, clay. you freely can go to his room when silence in your head gets too loud. often you just knock on his room door shyly, and ask if you can sit on the bed while dealing with work. and he never refuse. also you absolutely love to draw him in the moments when he really focused on something, maybe make him a few more knitted hats or something cute, but stupid. and he absolutely melts at every single touch. you just need to tell him that everything is okay, and he always can find a support in his friends. and he's so thankful for this.
and finally, you want the evenings to never end because you spend them with sapnap. he don't want to show it, but you just see it anyways - he cares about you. of course, that doesn't mean that other guys don't care, but sapnap do it in his own way and you really appreciate it. almost every evening he casually walks into your room, and if he sees how tired you look because of the work, all his appearance softens immediately. with his silent, raspy voice he asks how do you feel. and if your answer not satisfying enough, nick just casually says that he's going to wait you in the car. and that means - this evening going to be awesome. you both have no clue what are you going to do tonight, but that's just more fun, right? basketball court, just like in the old times? eating junk food in the car, while chatting and shouting the songs? skateboarding park, when nick trying to impress you, but just stupidly falls and now you need to bandage all his wounds, while you just can't stop from laughing? (he's trying to act offended, but inside he's all fluff, believe me).
but sometimes you decide to hang out in the house. sapnap picks up some random film, brings more pillows and blankets, you cook (or order) snaks, and you both just simply chilling together after a long day. and I don't need to tell that almost every time the rest of the group decide to join. maybe it's even spontaneously become a movie night? who knows. you can't even blink, and it's 3am already, the third movie silently playing on the back, all the boys sleeping and barely audibly snore. and only you stubbornly want to wait until the credits. and the movie finally ends, you trying to clean up a little, while you judge the main character in your mind. when you come back to the sleeping kingdom, you can't help but smile at the view of three big men just calmly sleeping, and unconsciously trying to hug something. you definitely take a few photos, and when you want to go to your room, suddenly dream wakes up and mid-sleep reach up to you, whispering that he want to cuddle. your heart was not ready for this, and you just can't say "no" to him.
and when you slowly falling into sleep, while warm big hands carefully hugs you, you just think to yourself - oh, how extremely lucky you are.
well, maybe you can skip the next day at work.
...you can't miss how nick and george all morning going to scream that they're absolutely-for a hundred percent-for sure-definitely didn't hug each other all night.
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Before QSMP, I had DSMP
Before Spiderbit, I had Karlnapity
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I remember when I first learned about Karlnapity really fondly, and it was genuinely the first time I’ve learnt about polyamorous relationships. I saw throughout stream clips that they all loved each other and had adorable interactions. They were fiancés and had plans on having a wedding
But it never happened
They lacked communication skills. Karl didn’t tell Sapnap or Quackity about the fact that he’s a time traveller and that he loses his memory every time he travels to the past. Karl and Quackity got into an argument because Karl forgot about him while Sapnap had to watch both of the people he loved dearly argue with each other. And yet, I still thought they’d pull through…
But it never happened
DSMP ended and they never got a happy ending, they never got to reconcile and actually communicate
They never got their wedding
So I did whatever anyone else would do when canon fails them, and read fanfics. Fanfics where they lived together in domestic bliss, fanfics where they met in a different universe but still fell in love, fanfics where they got their wedding
…
But then, something new came up
In all honesty, I knew about QSMP ever since Quackity announced it and it seemed really interesting too, but since I was (and still am) in High School, I couldn’t really catch up. So I mainly relied on liveblogs to help guide my way throughout its story. It wasn’t much but at least it was something. And I was semi-interested in what was happening on the first multilingual server in Minecraft
And then, June 1st happened
Cellbit proposed to Roier and they had plans on getting married. Part of me was excited that those two were gonna tie the knot and become husbands, but on the other hand, I had a feeling this might be karlnapity all over again. And low and behold, the wedding got called off
But, things went differently this time
They managed to reconcile after the wedding got called off (ngl I’d forgive my fiancé too if found out that my relative [which said fiancé murdered] was still alive /j) and they even went on a date. And then Cellbit proposed to Roier again, and Roier accepts
I finally managed to watch a QSMP stream live on the 16th of June, and it was one of the best things I have ever seen. People dressed their cubitos up for the big day, Cellbit walked down the isle to the alter where his husband waited for him, and they were pronounced married, they kissed each other and walked hand in loveable hand to where they had a wedding cake, they tossed their bouquets, and they sang a duet that forever changed how I listen to ‘The Reason’ by Hoobastank
They finally got their wedding
And I couldn’t have been any happier.
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"the consequences of kissing your homies" ➷ Foolish
➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader
➛ idea: you should never propose a game of trying to recognize which friend is kissing you while you wear a blindfold, not when you are madly in love with one of them
➛ word count: 2k
➛ tags/warnings: none, fluff, making out, reader kisses sapnap, karl, foolish and punz
➛ an: me and a friend play a game where she finds my simp-comments under edits of foolish on tiktok and i think i set my personal record after all those irl streams
You're always smarter in retrospect.
This thought drilled into your head as a black shirt was tied around your eyes and the last thing you saw were the four grinning faces of your friends - then there was only darkness.
It was overwhelming to see nothing and notice so much more at the same time. You rubbed your flat clammy palms over the fabric of your pants, from your thighs to your knees where they rested pressed together, sandwiched between your legs bobbing up and down. "These are the consequences of your smart mouth" you talked to yourself in your mind "You have to go through this now"
"Okay, how many fingers am I showing?", Sapnap asked you as a test after the knot in the back of your head had been carefully tied down by Karl.
You stared strained against the fabric in front of your eyes. "Four? I don't know, I can't see anything." And that was exactly the bad thing. You couldn't see what the four boys were up to and doing, could only guess from Karl's quiet giggle that at least they were having fun with the whole thing.
This game had been your idea, the result of a stupid comment about the inability of Foolish to recognize burgers correctly and that it couldn't be that hard to guess things when you can't use your eyes. Karl, who had no problem showing his affection with physical effection anyway, immediately jumped on the thought train and claimed he could recognize all his friends by kissing.
Maybe you should have thought before you claimed to be able to do that. Maybe it was stupid to look past your feelings for Foolish and kiss him just because you didn't want to take back your words.
You' re always smarter in retrospect, but you dreaded the road to this point.
You took a deep breath, your own heartbeat beating loudly in your ears, and you feared the boys would notice how unsure you had suddenly become. But they were busy with themselves, you could hear them whispering from a corner of the room, probably about an order, but as much as you tried to understand their murmurs so you could mentally prepare yourself for when it was Foolish's turn, they were unintelligible.
Footsteps approached and you pushed your back straight through. "So?" you asked in a slightly wavering voice "Do you still have the guts or do you want to give up before you lose?"
"Well whoever kisses you has won anyway...ow what man?"
While you rolled your eyes at Sapnap's first statement, you cracked them wide open at the swearing. He had definitely been lightly beaten by someone, you could guess that from the gasp and the muffled boxing noise, but who among the guys would overreact like that to a clear joke like that? Since you had met, the conversations had consisted of either teasing each other or overdoing the purely platonic flirting. Not that it's anything new, from the beginning you were all very open to each other and the closer you got to each other the more risqué some of the flirting statements were, just look at Quackity and Foolish. For whatever reason Sapnap got backlash for that joke was a mystery to you, but maybe you got into such thoughts out of sheer panic.
"Besides, we're not giving up, are we guys?" asked Punz, the tension instantly dissipated.
For you, too, all caution was blown away as footsteps approached. Automatically, you raised your head slightly, so that the person would only have to lean down to kiss you.
Briefly you thought about how stupid your idea was and how much it could destroy your friendship with Foolish, but then you heard breathing near you and before you saw it coming, pun intended, a pair of lips brushed yours. It wasn't even a second of contact, just a hint of a touch that didn't send butterflies fluttering around in your stomach or turn your vision pink behind the blindfold. Just a brush, there for a moment and gone right away. If each of the guys kept it that brief, you'd have no trouble working your way through this and not break out in a love panic. Relieved, you exhaled a breath held far too long, relaxed a little.
"Punz," you said with a firmness in your voice that made the man blow air out of his cheeks. "What? Even a fraction of a millisecond from a kiss is enough to let me taste those white claws you drink. Next."
Places were switched, Punz dropped down next to you on the couch and someone else squatted in front of you. The next set of lips was softer, sticky from a recently applied and cherry tasting chapstick you had seen in the hand of one of the guys just a few minutes ago, but before you could respond the person burst into a series of uncontrollable giggles that -even if you had guessed wrong- would have removed any doubt you had one hundred percent.
The giggle was infectious and rolled over you a wave of complete relaxation about the whole situation, making you shake your head in laughter. "Karl! Of course I recognize you when you laugh!"
"Well great," Punz complained with a smile in his voice from your side "Now you've given them a point"
"And I thank you very much" you grinned, wiping away the remains of his chapstick with the back of your hand. Karl stood back up, his hands propped on your knees. You really could have recognized him without the laughter, already today he had pressed a kiss on your cheeks twice on the stream and once met your mouth, which fortunately the camera hadn't caught.
You prepared yourself for the next kiss, the next one had a 50/50 chance of being Foolish and although you hoped he might not be up for such a game and drop out at short notice, you could feel the excited shiver that traveled over your entire body at the presence of either Foolish or Sapnap in front of you. It was six tense seconds of the person in front of you resting, taking time to lean down, and you felt a hot breath hit your face. You heard a heavy swallow, a hitched breath, and you felt the heat creep up the back of your neck. Just as you opened your mouth slightly to make a joke, the person bridged the last few inches and his lips met yours, open and hot. Your eyes fluttered shut behind the blindfold as the sensations swept over you and overwhelmed you. You knew instantly who just kissed you, whose lips were so perfect on yours that they had to be meant for each other, and you took a shaky breath into the kiss. A single word, a single name, your whole world
"Foolish"
He didn't break away from you right away, but remained in front of you for a moment, his lips hovering over yours, that you still felt every breath. And then he kissed you a second time, a brief peck that you tried to chase, knowing you would never again experience a kiss as sweet and real as this one, because no one would make you feel the way Foolish did.
You had won the game, but you still felt like a loser as you slowly took off the blindfold and couldn't even look in Foolish's direction without feeling a pang in your chest.
The rest of the evening was a blur, quickly passing games and conversations that could have actually been a wonderful distraction from what was to come as the night drew ever closer.
Because of course, it was today of all days that Quackity arrived and you had naturally agreed to have no problem sharing a bed with Foolish. Before the kiss you had had no problem, before the kiss you were happy to have sleepover parties with one of your friends who was also your crush but mostly your friend.
After the kiss, your heart's priorities had changed a bit.
You excused yourself earlier than the others, hoping to fall asleep before Foolish decided to go to bed. As fate would crucially have it, you had just sat down on the bed and were about to turn off the bedside lamp light when there was a knock on the door and Foolish came into the room at your hesitant "yes."
"Are you okay?" he asked and you wanted to cry out in frustration at his loving care, instead you just nodded. Foolish stepped further into the room until he sat down at the edge of the bed. You continued to avoid his gaze, suddenly all the lint on your sleeping top was much more interesting. "(y/n)", Foolish began and your grip around the hem of your shirt tightened, nails digging into the fabric "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with the kiss"
"What?" your gaze shot up from a particularly attention grabbing piece of fluff to Foolish whose dark eyes were on you "You didn't make me uncomfortable, how come-"
"So that kiss didn't change anything for you?" asked Foolish, and you swore the earth shook under his words.
"No," you lied under bated breath, your voice no louder than a whisper that let your lie fill the silent room. You couldn't tell him the truth, you valued your friendship too much for that, even if it seemed to be on the brink right now, for a shadow flitted across Foolish's serious gaze.
Then he leaned closer. "If it hasn't changed anything, then surely I can repeat it."
The earth shook, time stood still, and the angels in heaven sang praises as Foolish kissed you, again, without blindfold, without any games. There was no excuse as to why you welcomed his kiss, other than pure desire to surrender to the feelings ripping you off your feet and surrender to him. As much as you wanted to keep your eyes open and see that it was really Foolish who just kissed you with everything he had, when he climbed onto the bed and leaned over you they fluttered shut and you let him gently press you against the pillows. You were drunk on his lips, addicted within seconds to them and the way they fit perfectly on yours. Foolish's hands gripping the back of your neck knocked down every wall around your heart, crumbling the protection between you and your feelings, and you gave up trying to ignore them. One of his hands ran over your shoulder, down your chest and to your heart, resting over the rapid pounding against your ribcage as he pulled your head closer with his other hand on your neck. There was not an inch between you, no room for denying what you both felt, no more room to run away from each other.
There was no game, no guessing whose lips belonged to whom, and yet Foolish kissed you as if he was desperate to prove to you that it was because of him that stars danced in front of your closed eyelids and tears of joy welled up in your eyes.
The feeling of his body on yours, his one leg between yours and his chest against yours, was crushing and grounding, his smell -his perfume, his shaving cream and just him- real and no longer a part of your fantasy, your hope.
You raised your hands, burying your fingers in his long black hair, and Foolish inhaled sharp into the kiss. Finally you managed to open your eyes, (e/c) met a dark brown, almost black and in them love.
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hey honey how about we get some quackity content ☺️ i never see anyone post about him anymore
you got it! ☺️☺️
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[cc!quackityxgn!reader]
s/n = streamer name :)
warning: light language
<3
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You check your reflection once more, fixing your outfit. You take a deep breath, smiling.
You were a pretty famous streamer, and this was your first time going to Twitchcon, and you were excited nonetheless.
You'd meet some friends for the first time- like Dreamwastaken, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, and many more.
When you entered Twitchcon, fans quickly approached you, extremely happy to finally meet you. Soon after, you met some friends, took pictures, and had so much fun.
But, for some reason, you felt..odd.
There was one person you'd been hoping to see. One person that knew how to put a smile on your face.
And that person was Alex Quackity.
He was someone you believed changed your life. Someone you believed changed your life.
You both talked a lot over the phone, and often streamed together too.
You looked around the crowds of people, hoping- wishing- he would show up.
But, now that you thought about it, you were actually quite nervous about the idea of meeting him.
Was he really what you thought he was?
"s/n?" Your thoughts were interrupted.
You turned around, and suddenly, it felt like the world had gone still.
There he stood, wearing a red and blue hoodie, and a grey beanie. He smiled, his eyes creasing upwards. You took note he had a lot more moles than you thought he did.
"Quackity?" You asked, but it sounded more like you were questioning yourself.
He smiled more, clapping his hands together with joy as he giggled. "Its you..! Its really you!" He sounded unbelievably happy to see you.
You opened your arms, giving him a large hug, to which he gladly returned. Quackity exhaled, relaxing into your touch.
"I can't believe you're actually here." He muttered.
"Me too. It feels almost...like a dream." He nodded, pulling away to meet your gaze. His gaze softened, his smile wide. He giggled again, holding your hands, swinging them side-to-side.
"You're really here! I've been so excited to meet you, s/n!"
"I've been excited too! You're so much shorter than I thought."
He playfully dropped your hands, crossing his over his chest. "Thats so rude, y/n." You both laughed.
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It was time for you to return to your hotel room, and Quackity insisted to walk you there. On the way, he would ask you questions, and vice versa. When you both got to your room, he hugged you goodbye. He buried his face in your shoulder, sighing. "Im so fucking happy I got to meet you, y/n. I really am." You smiled, rubbing his back.
"Im happy too, Alex. I was actually kind of nervous, to be honest."
He chuckled. "Aw, do I make you nervous?" You pulled away, hitting his shoulder lightly. "Oh, shut up." He laughed, looking down.
"You know, I was actually nervous too. I was worried you wouldn't show up, or that you wouldn't want to see me. Karl reassured me it would be okay, but I didn't believe him." You watched him, noticing he seemed nervous.
He looked up at you, a huge smile on his face. "He was right. It was more than okay." You smiled, feeling your cheeks get warm. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. Scratching his neck, he smiled bashfully. "Well, I'll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow, y/n."
You smiled, stepping into your room. "Goodnight, Alex."
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Sorry if it felt rushed, I wrote this late at night :(
Lemme know if you want me to write anything else! <3
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
George tells Sapnap about an uncomfortable dream
yippee :33 i did a little season 2 headcanon drabble
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“So you seriously want me to believe,” Sapnap says, voice high, “That you’re having some fucking- prophetic dreams?”
George groans, shaking his head and punching Sapnap’s arm. They’re walking on the path, cobble clicking under their boots. It’s a nice day, the sun high in the afternoon sky, and they’ve passed several other members of the server during their walk. That doesn’t do much to relieve George’s frustration at Sapnap’s inability to understand him.
“No,” he grits out, kicking a stone off the path. “They’re not prophetic, idiot. I think they’re like- a past life.”
Sapnap scoffs. “Right. And that’s more believable than seeing the future in your dreams?”
“I- Well, no, but that’s not what I’m saying. Were you listening at all?”
“Well…” Sapnap trails off, and George searches his face for even a hint of shame, only finding a shit-eating grin. He groans again, turning off the path to duck under the shade of a tree. Sapnap follows, settling next to George when he leans against the wide tree trunk.
“Okay, listen, I’ll tell you again, but you have to promise to listen this time,” George speaks slowly, tone patronizing. “Or I’ll burn you’re house down.”
“Hey, that’s my line,” Sapnap objects, throwing his hands up in surrender when George turns to glare at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll listen, but only because I think you’re going crazy and it’s like, entertaining.”
George rolls his eyes, but starts his explanation again. “So. For months now, I’ve been having these weird dreams. They always feel- they always feel real, like everything makes sense and works together. And all those dumb tricks to tell if you’re in a dream? They never work. The clocks always have a time and I can look down and see my feet or whatever. But I can never change what happens.”
“You’re sure you’re not just- I don’t know, lucid dreaming or whatever the fuck it’s called?”
“I don’t think so,” George hums, thinking. “I talked to someone about that- Fundy I think? And he said you should be able to control everything in a lucid dream.”
“You told Fundy before me?” Sapnap’s hand covers his heart, and the false offense in his voice is enough to make George roll his eyes. “I thought we were friends, George, I’m heartbroken.”
“Shut up idiot, I didn’t tell him what I was dreaming about. He didn’t even really ask.”
“Still,” Sapnap is fidgeting with his sword where it sits in its hilt, a habit that annoys George to no end. “I’m offended.”
“You’ll live,” George says, forging on. “So because of all that, I think the dreams are, like, memories.”
“But why would they be of a past life? I don’t get that part.”
And now George hesitates, because for as much as he wants someone to talk to about his dreams, he’s not sure how to explain the actual contents without scaring Sapnap off. “It just- is. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“George,” Sapnap groans. “What’s the point of telling me about your crazy dreams if you won’t give details?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Then explain it or I’ll burn your house down.”
“Fine! Fine, if you really want to know- I see you guys,” George turns, staring out into the horizon rather than meet Sapnap’s eyes. “You and Dream and Bad and everyone.”
“What’s so complicated about that?” Sapnap asks, and George appreciates that he sounds genuinely curious. “I mean- you’re meant to only see faces you know in your dreams or whatever.”
“Well aren’t you just the dream expert today,” George laughs, relaxing back against the tree, rolling his eyes when Sapnap chuckles at the double meaning. “But it’s not about you being there, it’s about what you do. Like- I knew you were a fire demon before you told me, right?”
“Well, I don’t exactly hide it.”
“It was a few hours after we met.”
“Still-”
“I knew you had a crush on Karl before you told me, too,” George cuts Sapnap off, quickly growing frustrated again. “And I’ll bet you like Quackity too.”
Silence. Stunned, satisfying silence. “What the fuck- George! How did you-”
“Like I told you, idiot, I know things because of my dreams,” George says, smug.
“So in your dreams I like, told you I liked them?”
George hesitates, tentative now that they’re getting into the details. “More than that you guys- you guys were engaged.”
“Me and- and Quackity?”
“No, all three of you,” George breathes out, not surprised when Sapnap grabs his arm, turning George to face him. His jaw is hanging open, and George is sure if he could see red, he’d see Sapnap blushing like crazy. “You guys were pretty gross, honestly. Like, all over each other all the damn time.”
“Oh my god,” Sapnap whispers. “Does that mean I have a chance in this life?”
George can’t help the wince that crosses his face, and Sapnap’s expression falls. “Again, it’s more complicated than that. You guys were engaged- but never married.”
“Oh. That’s- that’s okay, I guess. Better than nothing, right? Can you tell me the whole story? I promise I’ll pay attention this time.”
George nods, sliding down the tree to sit in the grass, settling in for a long story with Sapnap next to him.
It feels strange to tell a story that isn’t his, but George does his best. And of course, the story of Sapnap and his fiances quickly devolves into a retelling of everything he’s seen in his dreams- because it’s all so intrinsically connected.
Sapnap nods along the whole time, asking questions that send George on tangents, and by the time the sun is setting, his throat hurts from too much talking.
It feels so cathartic to get everything out though, and after George describes the end of things, the way the world had vanished around him, they sit in silence together.
George plays with the grass between his fingers, shredding it finely and thinking of the last dream he’d had- the one he’d just told, of the end of the world.
That dream had been particularly vivid- and confusing, because it had started with him waking up, in an unfamiliar house, and unfamiliar bed. He’d felt tired, like he should just close his eyes again, go back to the world of his dreams within the dream.
But something had kept him awake. Maybe it was a sixth sense, a sense of danger warning him of a fate he couldn’t avoid.
He’d fought sleep in the dream, a distinct sense of defiance coming from the choice. Leaving his little house had been a further act of rebellion, and the sun had been bright in his eyes outside, the shade of the mushroom house keeping it off his skin. The kingdom was always so beautiful in his dreams- so different from the other settings they usually took place in. There was so much darkness, so much destruction and pain, that the mushroom kingdom was a beautiful escape he’d look forward to falling asleep and seeing.
But on this day, in this dream, something had felt off. Kinoko had felt unsafe, the shadows stretching long under the sun, the sky perfect and cloudless, empty.
He’d felt like he needed to run. To hide. But there was no running from what came.
Like the grass between his fingers, everything around George in the dream had been ruined. The ground turned inside out, the sky falling in and crushing everything beneath it.
The end of all things, of the fascinating world that George had grown to love- even if the him from his dreams was so painfully apathetic.
So when Sapnap asks, after minutes of sitting with the new knowledge, what they ought to do with this knowledge, George’s answer is easy.
“We can’t let it happen again.”
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Squishy, here’s your second Karlnap story :)
Content warning: soft, safe g/t vore, slightly angsty, character hitting their own head (very brief)
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His fiancés slept better when stored by him.
This wasn’t something he bragged about, or even thought it was worth boasting; it was just a simple fact to life. His name was Sapnap, he was a netherborn, and his fiancée slept better when he stored them. When Karl seemed too wound up and couldn’t force himself to sleep, when Quackity woke up from nightmares or began to recluse himself, feeling he was undeserving of their love or that he didn’t belong. It always helped them.
Though, it couldn’t fix Karl’s disappearances or memory loss, and it couldn’t fix Quackity leaving. But Sapnap held on to what he had, and right now it was Karl. The man had been sleeping fine, but then started to toss and turn, mumbling in his sleep. This wasn’t new, though, and Sapnap began to shake him awake, as he always does. “Karl, you have to wake up.” He spoke softly, though it only caused the man to start thrashing, whimpers escaping his lips as his face pulled into one of fear and sorrow.
“Karl!” He didn’t shout loudly, but he pulled the brunette into a sitting position by his shoulders and shook him back and forth gently. It finally did the trick, and his honey-colored eyes snapped open, immediately turning icy blue. “Hey, are you okay?” He waited a moment to let him catch his breath before speaking, wanting him breathing properly again. The other’s eyes were still that light blue as his head snapped to face the other. “Mason-“ he cut off, looking confused. “No, James- No!” Hitting his head with the palm of his hand, Sapnap grabbed his wrist and pulled the offending limb towards himself to stop it from happening again. “Sapnap.” He looked relieved, scared and sad all in one, and it broke Sapnap’s heart.
This wasn’t new, either. Karl’s memory had been getting worse and worse, and it seemed that he kept confusing Sapnap for other people. He never met Mason, or James, but he had to have bore some kind of resemblance to them for Karl to get so confused by the three. “Yeah, it’s Sapnap. C’mere, tell me what happened.” Pulling the human back to him, he started to softly rock the both of them, encouraging him to calm down more.
“Just a nightmare, it’s not a big deal, Sap-“ “It is to me. You don’t have to talk about it, but I think it’ll help.” Karl let himself be rocked for a while, thinking over what had happened. “It was about the fight.” The movement faltered for a moment, and he could hear Sapnap’s heart skip a beat. “What happened during it?” He spoke gently, leaving the brunette the out. But Karl didn’t want to take it. He wasn’t sure how he’s only now remembering the fight to begin with, surely it had been too long since then if Quackity wasn’t here with them.
“I called Quackity a murderer. I.. know now that I didn’t remember that whole plan correctly, but in the nightmare I didn’t remember it at all. And..” he swallowed nervously before continuing.
“He made good on his threat. He had a sword, I had a stick- there was no chance.” He chuckled sadly, tears flooding his eyes again. “It was a nightmare and I could tell because you weren’t there to stop us this time.” Because what scared him the most about their fight was that fact alone. He didn’t know what Quackity would have done to him had Sapnap not intervened, even if he himself had been upset with Karl too. Karl was certain he would have lost his second life that night if his fiancé hadn’t protected him and tried to calm both sides down.
He wished he knew his fiancé better than he did, but Quackity had changed so much since the last time they saw each other, and it wasn’t for the better.
Sapnap was aware of the guilt Karl felt towards the fight now that he remembered it better, but he hadn’t thought it was to this extent. He hadn’t known how much the fight weighed on his head until now, though it weighed on the fireborn as well. He wished it never would have happened, he wished he could have kept both his fiancés instead of being forced to choose based on who was worse off.
But that was in the past, and if Sapnap focused on it any longer he’d wind up in a state of grief for weeks on end again. So instead, he rubbed the other’s back as his shoulders began to softly shake. “It’s in the past, Karl. There’s nothing we can do now.” He whispered to him. “I just want to apologize.” “Maybe we can. Tomorrow, because you still need to sleep.” And his fiancés always slept better in him, so he reached for the nightstand, keeping the brunette secure in one arm while he opened the drawer and found what he was looking for.
Dream found a shrinking potion a while back, and their team always had fun messing around with it. Though, they realized with growing horror as his crimes were listed that perhaps the shrinking potion wasn’t as fun of a thing as it should have been. Since Dream was imprisoned, George adamantly refuses to be anywhere near one or its recipe, and Sapnap used it for his fiancés and nothing or nobody else.
Uncorking the bottle, he made Karl sit up a little bit so he could drink it, offering a mischievous smile at the other’s annoyance. “Really?” “You always sleep better when I store you.” He pouted, but did not deny it and took the bottle from his hands. “Not my fault you’re a walking furnace.” “And you’re freezing cold, plus you look exhausted. You need the rest anyway.” He sighed, but couldn’t deny it. Every time he looked in the mirror, he barely recognized himself, his skin almost as white as paper and the bags under his eyes as dark as his hoodie front. He barely had the energy to do anything at this point, let alone what he still had to do for XD.
No, nope, he was sleeping. He didn’t want to think about how messed up his life had begun since he got involved with time traveling. No, he wanted to cuddle into the warmth of the fiancé he remembered and at least not think about the other fiancé for a while. He wouldn’t let himself forget, not again, but it still squeezed his heart painfully to think of him. He swirled the contents of the potion around, watching the galaxy-like colors spin around each other before he finally drank it.
The potion had the earthy taste that potions made of overworld materials tended to, with a vague bitterness of redstone. He’d not been told what the potion was made of, that was a secret Sapnap held under lock and key, but at least it wasn’t miserable to drink. The feeling was, however, and he closed his eyes as the world began to spin around him. It wasn't, it was actually the world growing around him as he shrunk, but it disorientated him all the same. The strange sensation of his nerves tingling and a slight sense of vertigo didn’t make it any better, but at least it ended quickly.
When he opened his eyes next, Sapnap had already scooped him up. “Hey.” He whispered. He always whispered when he was speaking with a shrunken person, mindful of their sensitive hearing at that height. “Hey yourself.” He grinned easily, feeling triumphant when he got a smile back. “Ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” Both of them sleepy, it didn’t take long for Karl to be curled up in the other’s stomach, already lulled to sleep by the steady heart beat around him. “Good night, Sapnap, I love you.” “I love you too, Karl. Good night.”
Sapnap pretended that in the morning, Karl would remember this conversation, and that they could actually go apologize to Quackity. He pretended his storage didn’t still feel empty as he closed his eyes once more, and he pretended that everything was okay. He had to.
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Quackity had always slept better in Sapnap. That had been a fact since they’d gotten together, and it had gotten to a point where he barely slept if he wasn’t curled up in the fireborn’s storage.
…He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a good night’s rest. Pulling the covers closer to him, he sighed and hoped tonight would be different. It wouldn’t be, like it hasn’t been since the fight, but he could pretend.
After all, pretending he was okay was his greatest attribute thus far. In the morning, he’d cover the bags under his eyes with makeup and work on Las Nevadas, as he’s always done. If he couldn’t have his happy ever after, then he’d at least have his legacy.
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hello👋🏻! hru? i have a request for the shipping post. Before we start I have a preference for quackity/foolish/karl! so something to keep in mind.
My name is nanis and i go by she/her and I am mexican/salvadoran but i was born here in the US. My first language is spanish:>. Speaking of languages , Ik 4 languages! ASL, spanish, english, and japanese :)! I am the most fluent in spanish and ASL tho. I am the youngest out of my family. I have 1 sister and 1 brother.
My appearance : I have straight black hair thats somewhat in the middle of my back. I have pale skin And bangs that are kinda slipt in the middle (idk). I have brown eyes and I wear glasses once in a while but I usually wear contacts. I have rosey cheek too :). I have a koi fish tattoo on my hand too.
My personality : I am a pisces and an entp :]. I would say I do talk a lot and I am more extroverted. But i zone out a lot. And sometimes ppl think i being rude/ignoring them but i am just in my own thoughts😭. My brother says that I am mentally strong ,caring, passionate and i have tough love.
My style: I would say like korean street fashion 🤷♀️ i wear a lot of blacks,grays,whites and for a pop of color blue/green. I wear beanies when it’s cold. At my house , you’ll find me in a tanktop , shorts/sweatpants and some nike flip flops i stole from my brother. My makeup , i wear winged eyeliner , blush , and a lipgloss 😭 (i am basic , ok?) I wear gold chunky hoops and gold rings too 👍🏻
My hobbies : MUSIC!MUSIC!MUSIC! one if my favorite pass times <3 u will usually find my with headphones!! I am usually never in my house ajaja! I am usually at my friends house or doing stuff for my mom (like getting medicine) I do like taking car drives !! Theyre fun<3. 2 of my closes friends live in texas so I am usually texting them and calling them 😭.
hellooooo, i ship you with karl!! (just a btw for anyone else in the future, i don’t write for foolish, just cuz idk him as well! :)) also you literally sound so cool what 😭
ultimate golden retriever duo. you guys bounce off the wall 24/7 and love to cause chaos xD you both also love making your friends third wheel for the fucks of it, i can just imagine sapnap being like “why am i here if i’m just gonna watch you two kiss?”
he also lowkey loves it when you zone out because it looks like you’re giving him literal heart eyes and he’ll just make the loudest “EEEEEEE!!” sound because he thinks it’s adorable and that’ll snap you out of your trance and your like “huh?”
y’all also love to trade rings, karl ends up stealing like half of yours and your just like “dude wtf?-” xD
and in terms of headphones he thinks you look absolutely adorable w em. if you have the earbud kind he loves to share them with you. but if you have the bigger more circular ones (no clue the actual name for em-) he loves to custom paint them and gift them to you <3
he also is constantly tracing and kissing your tattoo, he thinks it’s lovely (like uuu)
i can also see him getting along with your siblings really well, but because you were the youngest he was fucking terrified when he first met them xD
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Part three of the semi-annual series of oneshots set in @casinoarc's mall au! I heavily recommend reading the previous parts first. (1, 2)
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Five months. Five fucking months, and rumor has it that Sapnap and Karl fucking Jacobs were spotted making out in the photo booth beneath the escalators across from the FYE.
Quackity, for whatever reason, feels the sudden urge to slam his face into his keyboard until it breaks.
“Yeah, and it was weird, right, ‘cause they were making some weird noises, too,” Tommy continues, because of course Tommy was the one to spot them. Of course it was Tommy, the mall’s number one nuisance, and Quackity’s favorite prospective employee. When he's older and legally allowed to work, then maybe Quackity will hire him.
Quackity is doing payroll. Or. Well. He’s supposed to be doing payroll. But then Tommy barged into his office and sat down in the chair on the other side of Quackity’s desk (it’s a lawn chair, green and plastic and stolen from a Lowe’s he worked at three years ago) slurping on a large cup of Mountain Dew from the Burger King Tubbo is working at today.
But Quackity is doing payroll, and his Google spreadsheet hasn’t been touched in fifteen minutes, and he’s going through just a bit of a crisis.
“Noises?” he asks, voice cracking just slightly. Just a little. “You mean like…?”
Tommy nods, sage and more serious than he’s been in his entire life. “Yes, Big Q. They were having se-”
Quackity lunges across his desk and claps a hand over Tommy’s mouth, knocking over his pencil cup and a desk calendar that’s been stuck on Schlatt’s birthday for one and a half years. Tommy’s eyes widen, but they quickly crinkle up in a smile.
“Don’t,” Quackity lowly says. “I do not want to hear the end of that sentence, do you hear me?”
“What sentence?” Tommy innocently asks. He bats his eyelashes like an idiot. “Me saying that they were having se-”
“Tommy!”
“SEX!”
Quackity groans and collapses back into his own chair (it’s also a lawn chair, blue and plastic and stolen from the Lowe’s he met Schlatt at three years ago.)
“I didn’t want to hear that,” Quackity groans, putting his head in his hands, and then promptly slamming his face into the desk. He is acting so mature about this. “Tommy, what the hell, man?”
“What? I thought you’d be happier about this.”
“Why,” Quackity stresses, voice so muffled by his desk that it’s barely audible, “in the world would I be happy about this?”
“Because you ‘n Sapnap are friends, aren’t you?”
Friends. Hah. That’s fucking hilarious.
Friends wouldn’t ghost you for five fucking months because they got hired at the fucking Disney Store and they became best fucking friends with their manager who they also apparently seduced enough for them both to have sex in a fucking photo booth. God. Quackity is going to throw up.
Quackity sniffs, unwilling to acknowledge literally any of the thoughts swirling around in his head at the moment. Most of them are sad. Sappy, even, just like Sapnap, because Sapnap is Sappy, that’s what his name can be shortened to, god-damnit. A couple thoughts are angry. Jealous. One inexplicably has flashes of Post Malone in the background as he imagines Sapnap and Karl on a sickeningly-sweet ice cream date to the Coldstone across the street.
“Uuuuh, you good there, man?” Tommy hesitantly asks. Quackity feels a hand on his back as Tommy pats it awkwardly. “You’re kind of vibrating.”
“I am not,” says Quackity, practically vibrating in place out of… anger? Anger.
“Uh, yeah, right, sure, look, I’m just saying- alright, so maybe they weren’t? You know…?”
“Tommy?”
“Yes, Big Q?”
“Tell Wilbur to unblock me.”
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So Quackity hates Wilbur Soot. He also considers Wilbur to be one of his better friends, especially now that Sapnap is basically completely out of the picture.
Wilbur works at the Hot Topic directly across from the Spencer’s. He’s manager, actually, and he and Quackity both spend half their monthly budgets on improving their storefront displays to steal customers from each other. They block and unblock each other on social media once a week or so (it always depends on the social media in question; Instagram takes two days max to complete the cycle, meanwhile Wilbur has been blocked on Twitter since he and Quackity first met.) Half the time they spend shifts glaring at each other and flipping each other off when their customers aren’t looking.
Wilbur clambers into Quackity’s 2008 Toyota Prius and bangs his head on the ceiling just as he always does, and Quackity has to hold back a snicker as Wilbur then proceeds to bang his knees against the dashboard. This car is not made for tall people, especially not lanky motherfuckers built like telephone poles.
Rubbing his head with one hand, Wilbur grumbles his way into pulling his seatbelt on and even manages to fold his legs into a tangle that doesn’t look that uncomfortable.
“Get a better car,” Wilbur huffs. “Fucker. I know you can afford it.”
“Can I?” Quackity lightly asks. He flicks the air conditioning on, smirking as it hits Wilbur at full force, already preset and pre-prepared to blast Wilbur like an Arctic wind. “Hey, what do you think, conch or snakebites?”
“Snakebites, are you kidding me? Also, hello? Tommy said you were crying earlier?”
“Tommy’s hobby is making fun of people behind their backs,” Quackity grumbles, both hands firmly on the wheel, definitely not looking like he wants to cry. Again.
He carefully backs out of his parking space, mindful not to make sure that Batshit “Bad Boy” Halo isn’t on the road doing donuts in his Bugatti, and then he tears his way out of the mall parking lot and onto the highway.
Wilbur instinctively grabs onto the ‘oh, shit’ bar above the window, says, “That’s our hobby, excuse you.”
“True!”
“But,” Wilbur continues, because he sucks and Quackity hates him, “you never ask me to get piercings with you if you aren’t going through some kind of emotional trauma.”
“It isn’t trauma,” Quackity protests. He merges left between two semis, always living life on the edge. “I just wanted to hang out with you, God, not everything is trauma, Wilbur. We all can’t be you, you know.”
He remembers when he and Wilbur had one of their more infamous showdowns over by the PetCo. Poor Ranboo ended up with a broken arm. Wilbur considers it equivalent to murder and lets Ranboo and Tubbo both steal pins from the counter to this day.
“Fuck you, Quackity,” Wilbur sniffs. “My psyche is delicate.”
“Ooooh, it’s delicate.”
“Mock me again and I’ll jump out of this car literally right now.”
“Fucking do it then, I don’t care.”
They both know Quackity has the child safety locks on, though not for Wilbur. (Before Quackity was allowed to drive again, this car was Sam’s, and he drove Quackity to work, and Quackity hasn’t bothered changing the locks in the year or so he’s had the car.)
Wilbur mindlessly slings an arm across the gap between the seats. It settles on Quackity’s shoulders, loose enough for Quackity to easily be able to shrug it off if he wanted to. (Because Wilbur knew Schlatt before Quackity did, and he’s not that much of an asshole.)
“So there’s no trauma,” Wilbur says. “Alright. You’re just getting snakebites done after years of saying you’d never get snakebites done coincidentally the afternoon after Tommy went around saying that Sapnap and the Disney guy made out in the photo booth.”
Quackity prides himself in not steering into traffic.
“There is no direct correlation between these two events,” he calmly says.
“Oh, sure, sure.” Wilbur nods, clearly sarcastic. “They didn’t have sex, though. Tommy was making that up.”
“And how would you know?”
“Who do you think was with him? Phil’s birthday’s coming up and I wanted to get him a picture of me ‘n Tommy hanging out when we aren’t causing grievous bodily harm to someone.”
Aw, that’s sweet.
“So, wait, you let Tommy come to me to tell me they had sex when they didn’t? What the fuck, Wilbur?”
“I needed you to follow me back on Instagram!” Wilbur exclaims. “It is imperative that you see my latest post, Quackity. It is vitally important.”
Quackity sighs, “What is it?”
“Aww, c’mon, I’m not just going to tell you! Look for yourself!”
With another sigh, Quackity plucks his phone out of the cupholder and tosses it into Wilbur’s lap. Wilbur, of course, knows the password (it’s Tubbo’s birthday) and unlocks it easily, scrolling to Instagram and presumably opening his profile. Eventually, he turns the phone so Quackity can see the screen.
Quackity glances over. It’s a picture of Technoblade passed out asleep on a pink donut pool floatie with one hell of a sunburn coming on.
“Know what?” Quackity says. “Worth it. Like that for me.”
And Wilbur does.
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Quackity walks into the piercing shop with Wilbur draped across his back like an annoying, British cape, stumbling under his weight. Asshole.
“Get. Off,” he grunts, wiggling his shoulders fruitlessly.
“I can’t walk!” Wilbur whines. “Your driving is terrifying, man! We could’ve died!”
Quackity rolls his eyes. “But we didn’t. It was just three red lights, jeez, calm down.”
“Three red lights! That’s fucking criminal!”
“You’re fucking criminal.” Quackity manages to shrug Wilbur off and smiles politely at the confused and mildly-terrified employee at the desk. “Hey, hi, yeah, I’ve got an appointment for eight?”
The employee nods and looks him up in the computer after getting his last name. Once that’s settled, Wilbur confirms his appointment for 8:30, and they both take a seat in the waiting area. It’s only 7:30, but it always takes twenty-odd minutes for Quackity to calm himself down for an appointment. He likes having piercings, but they take a bit of work to work himself up to.
Wilbur pulls out a collection of Eliot poems from his coat pocket (literally how did that fit in there?) and starts reading, foot tapping on the floor to the beat of the music playing on the overhead. Fallout Boy, unfortunately, and not the good shit, either. He probably breathes the lyrics, the motherfucker.
Quackity, much cooler than Wilbur could ever be, swaps his sunglasses out for his reading glasses and does a crossword on his phone.
Somewhere around fifteen minutes later, the door to the shop rings open. Quackity doesn’t bother looking up, genuinely not giving a shit, but Wilbur apparently does because he chokes on his breath and elbows Quackity in the arm. Without thinking, Quackity elbows him back twice as hard. Wilbur elbows him again.
Quackity is about to elbow him back when he hears an unfortunately-familiar voice say, “Uuuh, Jacobs? Karl? I have an appointment for, uh, 8:15?”
Quackity looks up from his phone to see Karl fucking Jacobs leaned against the counter in a sweater that fits him very fucking well, unfortunately.
It takes Quackity half a second to realize that Karl is wearing Sapnap’s sweater. That is Sapnap’s sweater. It’s a weed sweater. Sapnap bought it at Spencer’s for his birthday and Quackity let him use an employee discount even though he didn’t even work there.
It takes Karl half a second after that to glance over, make eye contact, and burst into a wide grin that makes Quackity contemplate murder.
He snaps his gaze back down to his phone. 9 across, a four letter word for something that lives in the soul. What the fuck?
It has to be fate that the only seat left in the waiting area is right next to Quackity. It has to be fate. Cruel, cruel fate.
Karl sits down, because of course he does, and he immediately strikes up conversation, because of course he does.
“Hey, you’re Quackity, right?” he asks, and he sounds so earnest about it that Quackity wants to punch him.
“Yep,” Quackity politely- so politely- replies.
‘Worm’ doesn’t work with 4 down and 12 down. Fuck. He backspaces and decides to come back to that one.
“Cool! I’m Karl!”
He extends a hand that Quackity pointedly ignores.
“Cool,” Quackity says, hoping that’s the end of the conversation.
It isn’t.
“You’re Sapnap’s friend, right?”
“Uh, no.”
“That’s weird. He doesn’t ever really stop talking about you.”
Quackity curses his fragile romantic heart for skipping a beat over that. He also curses Wilbur for snickering quietly to himself, for Wilbur is all too aware of Quackity’s… problem with Sapnap by now.
Blushing a little, but only a little, Quackity types in a quick ‘panda’ into 5 down (bear-like animal native to China) and says, “Uh, that’s weird.”
“I dunno. I can kinda see why he does.”
Now. Now what does that mean?
Wilbur laughs again, louder. Quackity stomps his heel onto his foot to try and get him to shut up.
“I mean, we used to talk,” Quackity coolly says, desperately pretending that he isn’t vibrating at the thought of Sapnap talking about him. “But he doesn’t really come around anymore. Not since you hired him.”
“Oh, really? That sucks,” Karl says, and he sounds so genuine. He sounds actually upset about it like it isn’t his fault that Sapnap left in the first place.
“Yeah. It does.”
“Do you not, like, have his number or anything?”
No, because that was one of the many lines that Quackity refused to let himself cross. If he got Sapnap’s number, then that meant that he liked Sapnap enough to get his number. Same goes for a Snapchat, an Instagram, a Twitter. Fuck, Quackity was even a little flustered looking at Sapnap’s LinkedIn back when he was going to hire him.
“No,” he stiffly answers.
“Oh! Here, I can give it to you!”
And before Quackity can really even protest, Karl has his phone in his hand and is tugging Quackity to the side to yoink the phone out of his hands and go to his contacts.
Quackity looks to Wilbur helplessly. Wilbur just looks amused, the fucker. He’s probably having a great time. For all Quackity knows, Wilbur recommended that Karl fucking Jacobs come get what’s probably going to be his first piercing at this particular store at this particular time immediately after Quackity messaged him telling him that this was happneing in the first place. Why are they friends, again?
Karl hands Quackity’s phone back over with a fresh smile. His nails are painted, Quackity idly notices. They kinda look like the little aliens from Toy Story. Ugly colors, but he’s somehow making them work.
“There,” he says. “I put Sap’s in, and, uh… mine.”
He’s blushing, just a little, and isn’t that bizarre? Maybe he’s just a bit flustered after seeing Quackity’s home screen (shirtless Joe Biden; he lost a dare.)
“Uh,” Quackity intelligently says. His phone is still on, and he can see Karl!!! pulled up in his contacts list. With a kissy emoji next to his name. Quackity should… fix that. “Cool?”
He awkwardly switches back to his crossword. The only one left open is 9 across. There’s an ‘L’ and an ‘E’, but what…?
It hits him just as Karl comments, “Oh, yeah, I got a look at your crossword. It’s ‘love’, by the way.”
Just then, Quackity hears his name called and stands up in a rush, unwilling to acknowledge literally anything about the past fifteen or so minutes.
“It’s ‘love’, by the way.”
No way. No fucking way.
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boba shop
pairing: dream x reader
cw: none
request: maybe something about becoming friends with dream through streaming and stuff and slowly developing a crush on him, but you think dnf is like a real thing (kinda like wilbur did) so you have no chance? and then talking to dream one day and realising that it's just all fun and games and they're not actually together? then maybe reader confesses or something?
a/n: short and terrible but I want to write this request :] 0.6k words
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“Hey dream?” you slightly nudged to blond with your toe, making him look up from his phone. “I’m bored. Let’s do something.” He sat up, visibly intrigued by your suggestion. After thinking for a second, he snapped his fingers having an “eureka!” moment.
“let’s get boba!” he suggested excitedly and you joined in, nodding your head in agreement. Both of you got up and a few minutes later you were in dream’s car driving to the local boba shop. It was open despite the late hour and to your surprise a few friends of yours were there, too.
George noticed you first, and then sapnap and the others. You waved at them with a smile, and soon after both of you joined their table with bobas in hand.
“Soooo…” George asked, with an undertone you couldn’t quite determine the meaning of. “Were you two on a daaaate?” oh my god. You quickly looked away when your cheeks began tinting a slight pink.
“Nah, we were just bored and decided to get boba,” dream said nonchalantly, and seeing his calm reaction you sadly looked away at his words knowing your feelings would never be reciprocated. “I am glad you guys were here!” you had been crushing on dream since both of you met through streaming. It had been a year or so and you hadn’t found the courage to tell him.
They started talking about streaming stuff but you weren’t listening until sapnap elbowed your side, making you wince in pain. He could go overboard with these things sometimes. “What do you think about this, y/n?”
“Uhhh… yes.” You replied, not wanting them to think you weren’t listening. All of them started laughing while you looked at them with confusion. “What? What did I say?”
“We were talking about dnf and how the media is gushing over us.” You had always wondered if that was true, but you never asked anyone, afraid they would think of your question as an invasion of their privacy. “And we asked your opinion about it, and you just said yes.” He said between laughs.
“Fantasizing about someone, are we?” quackity piped in, wiggling his eyebrows. You quickly retorted.
“No, no! I am really supportive of dream and George that’s why!” everyone shared looks, and started laughing so hard you were sure they had abs at this point.
“y-y/n,” Karl said, wiping tears of laughter. “Has no one told you dnf wasn’t real?” now that was a relief. You had thought dream was into George, which broke you heart at the time. But this was just hilarious. You started laughing not only because of your naivety, but also because of relief.
“oh boy, you are going to be teased for the remainder of your life, y/n.” dream said, finally calming down after the laughing died down. You looked away bashfully as another discussion about something started. But you weren’t listening again. Finally, you thought you had a chance with dream!
Some time later, when the shop started closing everyone slowly left, leaving only the two of you. You thought, now or never. Here goes everything.
“dreamidontknowhowtotellyoubutilikeyouverymuch.” You blurted out (just like harry in ootp). He looked at you as he processed your words.
“really?” you nodded, avoiding all eye contact and looking everywhere but his face.
“um it’s okay if you don’t like me back I just couldn’t keep it in anymore-“ he cut you off by kissing your cheek and smirking.
“are you free on Saturday? I’ll pick you up at five.” And with a wink he left you there standing with crimson cheeks and a dazzled expression.
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This is something that I've been thinking about (besides quacknap apology cuddles) and thought I'd share with you, you can write it if you want, you don't have to tho :)
So I've noticed Quackity tends to almost hide behind people that are bigger than him. So I've been thinking about Sapnap going to tickle Quackity into accepting his apology and Quackity just runs around using people as human shields until he gets caught
okay but LITERALLY. Quackity 100% does hide behind people that are bigger than him. He like laughs and curls up and hides behind whoever is the closest that is slightly bigger. 👀
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“NOHOHOHO SAPNAP GET AWAY!”
Quackity grabbed the first person nearest him, who happened to be Karl, and flew behind him to use him as a human shield. When Sapnap accidentally made Quackity hair reveal earlier in the YLYL stream, he felt terrible. Sapnap had written out an apology on his notes app to Quackity while he had water in his mouth, but Quackity was quick to dismiss it, laughing when Karl got revenge on Sapnap for him. But now? Now Quackity was in some trouble. The stream ended, and when Quackity still refused to accept Sapnap‘a apology, well - Sapnap had an idea.
“OOOOOHHH QUACKITYYYYY!~” Sapnap lunged towards Quackity, pushing passed Karl and almost grabbing the back of Quackity’s sweater, but he was too quick. Sapnap watched as Quackity sprinted across the room to Punz, grabbing him by the biceps and throwing himself behind the bigger man as he did with Karl. He heard Sapnap’s footsteps sprinting after him, and he peaked out from behind Punz only to be met with a pair of hazel eyes.
“I GOTCHA NOW QUACKITY!”
Sapnap laughed when Quackity let out a shriek between his nervous giggles, watching him make his way to Foolish, the only one he hadn’t hid behind yet. However, what Quackity didn’t expect was for Foolish to quickly wrap him up in his arms from behind, lifting him off the ground and personally delivering him to Sapnap. No matter how hard Quackity kicked to try and make Foolish drop him, it didn’t work - Foolish was strong, and he made sure to keep his grip on Quackity tight.
“FOOLISH YOU TRAITOR YOU’RE DEAD TO MEHEHEHE!”
Foolish and Sapnap’s laughs of amusement could barely be heard as Quackity let out a high pitched scream, before dissolving into hysterical laughter as Sapnap pinched up and down his ribs. Eventually Punz and Karl stepped in to keep the boys from actually tickling Quackity to death. Once Foolish had finally let him down, he was hunched over with his hands shielding his tummy, laughing and trying to get his breath back.
When he finally could regulate his breathing, he stood up slowly, turning to Foolish and Sapnap with an evil smirk. Punz and Karl gave each other a glance, and smirked along with Quackity as they stood next to him, clearly ready to help Quackity with his revenge. Quackity took a step towards Foolish and Sapnap, letting out a chuckle.
“Run.”
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hopefully this was alright! 😇
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the quackity wilbur wine stream is insaneeeee quackity really just wants older men so badly. he kept overemphasizing their age gap (i’m soooo much younger than you wilbur. basically 5 years younger) and playing up that he’s never had wine and thinks it’s gross. and acting tipsier than he really is, playing up their height difference, acting like he’s gonna get in trouble for messing up the camera (i may be remembering this wrong but i feel like there was a weird bit about needing permission to go to the bathroom. and then he was too drunk and couldn’t find the bathroom so he needed wilbur to take him. i swear i remember this) he also had to convince wilbur to let him have more alcohol and sent wilbur to the store so they could drink more. and wilbur bought him corona (mexican beer) as a present and like warned him to drink responsibly.
ALSO quackity admitted that when they first met a few days ago he was really nervous and thought wilbur didn’t like him :(
not to mention george called and revealed that he was gonna come with quackity and quackity told george NOT TO… because he didn’t want any “distraction” from him meeting up with wilbur… and george called him jealous and wilbur tried to make it seem like a fun bit but quackity was really acting like it was not a bit. like he seemed kinda mad at george lol. anyway as someone who doesn’t enjoy wilbur i understand why you wouldn’t watch it but i do think it’s a very useful study for quackity truthing
OH also the london vlog quackity made with wilbur dressing him up, taking him out to eat, and that one clip manhandling him (the filming took place right before the stream) . idk this whole experience quackity just seems so nervous and like he wants to flirt or wants something to happen but he has absolutely no idea how to do it. and of course wilbur is always flirting “for the bit” which i think is not ideal if ur questioning in the insecure way quackity seems to be. imo bbh is so much better for this experimental flirting because he is much more compassionate and aware than wilbur could ever be. (karl also does that careless fake-flirting wilbur does but i don’t think it affects quackity the same because he is not into karl. also he knows karl better than wilbur)
ig my GOD i need to watch that stream. im way too tipsy rn but i will watch it i promise why does it sound so full of truthing material... 🤨 honestly i love quackity
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Shapeshifter au
Dream— raven
Technoblade—pig
George— swan goose
Sapnap—Flamingo
Philza—crow
Wilbur—goose fox
Tommy—raccoon
Karl–Cat
Quackity–Duck
Technoblade and Dream are (villains) rivals. They meet civilian persona Dream is not aware Technoblade is his rival but Technoblade knows. They start dating. Dream found out in the worst ways and lashed out.
(His friends helped them get back together)
Everything was too much. Dream want a vacation. Dream need a vacation. Away from everything, away from here.
He is a runner. Dream is not ashamed to admit it. When a situation is too much for him, he runs.
A cabin in the middle of the forest sounds just the place. Isolated and hard to find. It was a safe haven for him even when he was a child.
It was not written on any map and no one still alive except him still knows about it. A perfect hideaway.
He looks up at the stars and looks at the increasing unfamiliar trees, Dream realizes he took a wrong turn. He is walking away from his destination.
"Are you lost?"
Dream jumped, looking side to side for the source of the voice.
"Up here"
There!
Sitting on a tree branch is a man with pink hair wearing black boots. The man looks out of place in the forest. The man watches Dream walk around in circles in amusement.
That was how Dream met the love of his life.
Then he smiled
Helplessly Technoblade couldn't help but smile back.
Wilbur is going to give Dream a shovel talk. The bastard is dating his brother. But he starts talking and only gets a confused look in return.
"We're— Techno and I are not dating" Dream denied, shaking his head and a blush on his face.
Wilbur's face breaks into a gleeful smile. He makes sure everyone knows about it. He means everyone then he starts to explain they were dating all this time. He spells it out with evidence and examples.
—"said Techno and I are dating. But we're not. I would know, right? I haven't confessed yet. What if I want to kiss him? It doesn't matter because he doesn't feel the same. But what if Wilbur is right. Sapnap I need to confess!—"
Dream hang up.
Sapnap looked incredulously at the phone in his hand and says with feelings, "What the fuck?"
Dream's eyes slowly widen in horror, realization slowly dawning into him. He watches as Technoblade slowly walks toward him, sword in one hand and blood staining his cheek.
Oh.
Oh.
Technoblade is part of the Syndicate. He know he was one of (name of dream team SH formally informally Sex haver). He knew he was.
He knew he was Dream all this time.
"DID YOU EVER EVEN LOVE ME!" He asked. He pleaded. Afraid of the answer. Observing his face for a single hint of emotion. Anything.
His blank face and silence was the most damning of all.
Technoblade watches as Dream takes Sapnap's hand, without hesitation, without even a backward glance. He walk away
"Do I look like a person who gives in to money?" Punz asked, offended.
Technoblade adds another hundred dollars.
"Yeah… I am" He admits with a pause, snatching the money from the counter before Technoblade changed his mind. Punz shooed him with a motion of his hand. "This never happened and I never saw you."
"Stop sulking Dream'' Sapnap snapped, rubbing his forehead. He is tired of Dream's whining and sulking.
"I won't stand for this slander!" Dream exclaimed, his voice loud and eyes determined. He was not sulking.
"Then sit"
"George!" Dream shouted, in protest and glaring at him "I thought you were on my side!"
"That was before you start being stupid"
Death sits on his shoulder as a raven. It sits still and voiceless, watching him kill people with his sword. A silent observer.
It accompanies him in every battle and every war. Faithfully sitting on his cloaked shoulder.
"Am I the type of person to get amused by those types of things?" George asked, a brow raised and an ashamedly eating popcorn.
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Another oc post bc ig I’m on a roll today
ASTRA
Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by Marina and Disco by Surf Curse are her songs
She has white freckles that look like stars
She’s pretty close with Foolish because he walks her back to Kinoko Kingdom every time she visits Las Nevadas
She has a small black and white cat and she named it Vega
She met purpled by her falling out of a tree she was sitting in and he patched her up
Whenever she is feeling overly emotional she loses control of her powers
She wears a lot of dresses but her favorite one is a short, flowy, sparkly dark blue one
She is a very clumsy person but she gets hurt easily so she has a bunch of scars on her body from stuff like tripping over her own feet and falling out of trees
She likes sitting in gardens and trees
Quackity starts to neglect her when the whole burger thing starts and she starts to accidentally call Foolish dad
She let slime cut her hair once and it didn’t turn out well so she lets her dad and Foolish do it
She sometimes babysits Foolish’s kids
When she met Ranboo they immediately became friends and sometimes she helped him and Tubbo in the cookie shop
She thinks Tommy is kinda funny sometimes and feels bad for him because he had to go through all of that
She actually really likes Tubbo she thinks he cool and she sometimes visits him at the burger place
She is incredibly powerful
Dream wanted to use her when he found out what she could do
Karl ends up forgetting about her and Sapanp starts neglecting her to try and help Karl
So all of her dads start being kinda shitty
She’s autistic
Quackity ends up stabbing her in the stomach when she starts asking him to many questions
She runs as fast as she can to purpleds house and he patches her up and she stays with him for a while since she doesn’t want to go home
They kinda just accidentally start dating
Like they just do domestic stuff together and one day astra accidentally says she loves him
And that's how it happens
When slime dies she doesn’t find out for a while
But when she does its purpled who tells her and she doesn't really take it well
She starts crying her eyes out and purpled tries to tell her that it hurt quackity so it was necessary
But she’s hysterical and isn’t listening to him
She just starts running
She can’t see where she’s running though because she's crying so hard
As I mentioned before when she gets overwhelmed she loses control of her powers
So a bunch of stardust shoots out of her
And here’s the best part
She didn’t know that she had these powers
So she just starts crying even more bc she doesn’t know what's happening to her
She ran all the way to snowchester
And tubbo finds her passed out in the snow
and since they’re friends he takes her back to the mansion
She stays with the beeduo for a while until on of phil’s crows find her there
Spanap asked phil to send out some crows to look for his daughter bc he’s worried about her
And when she finds out it was her dad that wanted the crows to look for her she's very surprised bc she thought he didn’t care about her anymore
She’s a little reluctant to go back home but she eventually does
She doesn’t really like what she sees when she gets home though
Karl has completely forgotten about her
And sapnap keeps trying to get him to remember but can’t and doesn’t even realize shes home
So she leaves again
But as she leaves she sees something out of the corner of her eye
It's an hourglass necklace
It's a little bit see through and has stars all over it
She takes it
She thinks it harmless and it's just too pretty to leave in the dirt
The next time she “sees” karl she's wearing the necklace and he freaks out about it
Turns out the necklace belonged to an alternate version of astra that he saw die
He doesn’t remember this universe astra and he thinks that she's a fake and almost kills her over it until sapnap steps in and saves her
Astra and Purpled dancing to Evangaline from princess and the frog
But as i mentioned earlier she's really clumsy and isn't that great at dancing
But he finds it endearing and kinda adorable
She has stepped on his toes many times before
They also just straight up go to space for dates sometimes
He calls her star sometimes which is absolutely adorable and i love them so much
KID!ASTRA AND KARL DOING THE DANCE THING YOU DID AS A KID WHERE YOU LIKE PUT UR FEET ON UR PARENTS AND YOU DANCE
I need to write more good memories between her and her dads
SAPNAP PLAYING DRESS UP WITH KID!ASTRA
When she was a kid she found a baby black cat in the forest near her house
It followed her home and she named it Vega It follows her everywhere now
She made Sapnap promise not to kill it
She has a red ribbon that she wears in her hair almost always Sapnap gave it to her when she was a kid so that they could kinda match
The only time she didn’t wear it was when she was living with the bee duo
Bc she was so livid with her dad for not telling her she had magic
Astra is a very physical person and loves giving people hugs So when she was a kid she nearly broke Q’s back by hugging him too hard
He was gone for like two days and she missed him a lot so she stayed up past her bedtime just to give him a hug
Q used to have a family portrait of them in his office but the night he stabbed her He tore it down and cried himself to sleep
Astra is incredibly underestimated She looks like very sweet person
And she is
But you don’t get raised by karlnapity without getting some attitude
SHE’S ALSO A REALLY GOOD FLIRT
And since she hates glatt bc fuck glatt She can’t really kill him bc he’s already a ghost
She annoys him every time she sees him
She’s really good at it too
She’s such a bitch i love her
I know that my last post was way longer than this one but I hope you like this one just as much!!
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