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louscartridge · 2 years

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dating ranboo hdcns

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit.

cw- mentions of mental heath being shit

you wear his clothes all the time bc they’re all so big and for the most part casual

your own clothes? nah. his.

you love wearing them, he loves when you wear them. its a win win.

loves holding your hand

high fives you and then catches your hand in the high five so now your holding hands

he holds it when hes streaming alot and make little designs with his thumb on it.

sometimes he forgets hes holding it, so if he dies or something and throws his arms up your arm goes ~ with his

is really dramatic about it at first, saying he ‘couldve dislocated your shoulder’

if your out to eat or ordering he’ll always get what you get

“ran what do you want?”

“whatever you get love”

writes you notes alot

so like if your sleeping and he has to leave or stream or something

you wake up with a little sticky note next to you

you’d never tell him but you keep every single one

you have a drawer in your nightstand just full of notes hes written for you

he also writes things on your mirror so you dont forget to do it

if your shorter then him you wash dishes so he doesnt have to (as a tall person i can say washing dishes fr hurts)

hes more of a protective boyfriend then jealous

if someone is trying to flirt with you or something he’ll just stand behind you, listening to the convo

he trusts you and also knows you can take care of yourself but sometimes overthinks

what ifs suck

if the person really isnt getting the hint hell rap his arms around you and lay his head on your shoulder from behind and makes an excuse to leave

“toby texted me and said hes at the house already”

is really understanding if your mental health is shit

helps you clean your room

sometimes he writes on your mirror, more things like ‘try to have all the clothes picked up off your floor by the end of the week’

but if you feel like that puts pressure on you or something he wont

if you ask him to wash your hair he’ll quickly say yes.

turns the shower on and just has you kneel over the tub so your under the shower and washes your hair like that so its not as much work for you

please paint his nails

yk the stream that aimsey and niki do his nails? hes like that but not at the same time.

hes alot less marty with you then he was with amsey

though he would still be joking

its kinda just another excuse to hold hands with you tbh

you let him choose the color

he lets you choose a color to put on his middle finger tho

“ahh you did such a good job! oh my god, thank you :D”

he LOVES to pick out/make outfits for you

like even if its not with his clothes

hes just finds it really fun

especially does it when your traveling and he cant go with you

he just packs all the clothes for you

thinks youll be thinking of him even more bc your wearing something he made (as if you wouldnt be thinking of him the entire time?)

he’ll spend like an hour rummaging through your closet, every now and then finding things of his

“this is where this went!” “did you take this from me?” “how do i still have clothes of my own?!”

when karl lends ranboo a ring and he wears it your playing with his hands even more belive it or not

spinning the ring around

when you first do it he doesnt know if your ok

he gently grabs your hand making you stop

he softly says ‘hey, you alright?’

you were embarrassed at first but once you told him you were alright he lifts your hand up and kisses it then puts it back down letting you continue

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joviepog · 7 months

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EEE HI JOVIE again i love love your writing and im so glad youve been enjoying my stuff!! anyway, sweet and simple request-- wilbur and reader having an at home dinner night :)) (if u wanna make it silly tommy could be their "waiter" LMAO)

much love !!

EEK I LOVEE THIS IDEA! ITS SO SIMPLE BUT SO GOOD AHHHHHH

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Lovely night

Who: Wilbur x f!reader

Warnings: i dont think there is anything but if there is just let me know!

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: I have no clue

Requests: @poraphia

Anything’s else: I actually liked how this turned out! thanks for the idea lovely requester!

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! <3

Both you and Wilbur aren’t the richest people around. For you, this was absolutely fine. But for Wilbur?

Well, Wilbur is just a bit disappointed about not being able to spoil you as much as he wants. Since you both have met, he’s been obsessed with getting you little gifts and taking you to cute dates. But what he really wants to do is to be able to take you to the fancy restaurant down the street from your guy’s apartment.

He’s told you about this little problem of his and you cant help but giggle every time he mentions it. The conversation always ends with a kiss on the cheek and the same six words. “Wil, i dont need all that!” But lately he wont stop talking about it. He’s been daydreaming about you in a fancy dress and him in a fancy tux. Not the old cheep one he has for all those dumb occasions. No, he wants to be able to give you a bouquet of roses and a ring that means forever. But most of all, he wants to make you happy.

You’ve noticed that this was starting to get to him. Every time you got home he would give you a kiss and a hug -per usual- then he would start talking about this dress he saw on twitter and how beautiful it would look on you. “And that dress would be perfect for that restaurant!” And every time you say that you dont need all that, he looks like a kid being rejected of a puppy.

And so, you set up a plan. While he was gone on tour, you saved up, took cooking classes, and learned how to do your best makeup possible. You called him up one night, “Hi Wil! Are you busy?” There was a slight pause and he spoke quietly, “No, i just have to be quiet.” You gave a soft laugh and spoke quietly. “I just wanted to make sure i have the right day for when your coming back.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Why?” You pouted, “Why? What, I can’t miss my boyfriend?”

He apologized at least 100 times before he woke Joe up. You said hi to Joe and hung up. “I love you Wil. See you soon?” You asked with a smile. “See you soon.” You hung up and silence fell on the room. You had 1 more week. You bought the dress he had mentioned 1,000 times, you made sure Tommy was free, and you made sure the house was clean. You were ready.

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“I’m two hours away.” he spoke and you could hear the boys in the back teasing him.

you fake sighed, “I guess i’ll just wait here. all alone, and sad, and-“

he stopped you, “Yeah i’ll try to hurry up.”

“No take your time, darling.”

he sighed, “All i want to do is get home and hug you.”

“Aweeee.” you put another fake eyelash on, “I miss you too baby.”

“Wilbur! The taxy is here!”

you laughed and he scoffed, “I’ll see you soon darling.”

“See you soon.” you hung up and looked at yourself in the mirror. you looked amazing. you hair was fixed, and the dress fit nicely just like wilbur said it would. everything was perfect.

2 hours: Tommy got there with a suit and a tie that was ties badly

1 hour 30 minutes: You and tommy set the table and clean the house. you fail to figure out how to tie tommy’s tie

1 hour: you start dinner and Tommy calls phil to help him tie his tie.

30 mins: you finish up dinner and you get out wilbur’s favorite wine

20 mins: you double check everything for 10 minutes

10 mins: you wake up Tommy from his nap and cehck to make sure you look good.

5 mins: you triple check that you look okay and you serve the food.

1 minute: You light the candles

0 mins: You hear a knock.

“Is that him?!?” you say with a cheerful smile. Tommy smiles, “No it’s the mailman.” he jokes. you roll your eyes and open the door. Wilbur has the biggest smile on his face and he’s holding flowers. You close the door behind you, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and jump into his arms. he gives you small kisses all around your face and neck; your giggling at his touch. he finally lets you go and you were so excited to see his reaction.

His eyes widen at the sight of you in the dress and he begins to ask questions. “YN? Where did you-“ you stopped him and grabbed his arm, interlocking your arm in his. you yelled out to tommy, “Ready!” tommy opens the door and the smell of delicious food swept through the door.

The sight of warm lighting and wine glasses were shows on the small table. Warm jazz music was playing and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Wilbur. His mouth was agape and his eyes completely widened. He turned to look at Tommy, who had his hair slicked back and a napkin on his arm (still holding the door open he cleared his throat.) “Welcome Mr. Gold and Ms. LN. I have your table ready right over there. He nudged his head towards the table and you and Wilbur walked in. Tommy quickly close the door and pulled out the chairs for both you and Wilbur.

Wilbur sat down, still in shock, and looked at his plate. Tommy spoke up, “You see, we already served you food because your girlfriend here, preordered. Wilbur laughed and Tommy grabbed the wine glass. “Tell me when to stop.” He started to pour the wine and Wilbur told him to stop about halfway, you did the same.

“Anything else?” Tommy asked.

“That’ll be all. Thank you.” Tommy winked at you and nodded his head. As he walked away you turned back to Wilbur. “So?” His mouth is still slightly open but soon enough, his cheeky smile appeared back on his face.

“Well, i feel like I’m a bit underdressed.” You both laughed and spent the rest of the night talking while Tommy took photos of both of you.

What a lovely night.

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 2 years

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Snow Storm

A Techno x Reader because i miss him :(( male reader also a sad/angesty ending will be in bold so if u dont want to read that just skip it! As the chilly winter air nipped at their nose, Yn shivered and pulled his coat closer. Yn had been travelling for three days without knowing where he was headed. He was exhausted, cold, and looked to be going blue. He couldn't help himself and collapsed to his stomach. Weak, he sighed and closed his eyes.

Yn let himself fall asleep or die, he really didn't know which one it was, and to be honest, he didn't really care. The man wanted warmth and somehow the snow gave it to him, making him want to snuggle even more deeply into the white blanket.

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When Yn woke up they felt the steady bumps of a horse and looked down to see that they were somehow sitting on the saddle of a brown horse. Two arms came from behind them holding the horses lead, making their heart leap out of their chest. "We're almost at my house then we'll get you warmed up and get some food in your stomach," the voice said as Yn froze. Yn nodded slowly before whispering "thank you."

"What's your name?" Yn questioned as he moved closer to the man in an effort to get warm. "Technoblade, but please just call me Techno" "I'm Yn," the Yn said as he turned to look at the Techno who forced Yn to turn away "it's best you don't look." Slowly nodding, Yn let out an apology with his blue tainted lips. Suddenly, a house or rather two houses that were connected by a small bridge came into view. Yn sat up straighter and Techno said, "The house with the stable is mine, the other is my father's. Here, let me help you down." Techno helped Yn slowly slide off the horse while he avoided looking at the male. "Go right in the the fire should still be going. I'll be in in a second." Yn nodded. Yn was unable to see the pig hybrid's smile as he told him, "thank you" "go get out of this cold." Yn nodded and hurried up the house's steps.

Warmth welcomed Yn, who kicked off his boots at the door, went straight to the fire, and then slowly sat down on the fluffy white rug. Yn yawned and curled up on the rug, paying little attention to how the door opened or how two voices echoed throughout the tiny cottage.

When Yn opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a bed wrapped up with fur and blankets. When Yn sat up, he saw that he was not dressed in his clothes, but rather was wearing an oversized white shirt.

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It had been a few months since Yn first met Techno. It took him some time before he allowed him to see his scar-covered face, but Yn thought he was gorgeous with his pink hair, which he occasionally braided, and his red eyes, which would look directly into Yn's e/c ones, making the smaller blush.

Yn had met Phil, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Niki, who was basically Techno's sister. Even though his moody pig was, well, moody, Yn found that he was sweet and cuddly and enjoyed taking Yn on short adventures, especially to the flower forest where they would enjoy picnics and sit until nightfall so they could dance under the stars.

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But today, as Yn stood in the flower forest and gazed at a huge monument that Phil had built, which resembled her future husband nearly exactly, he was brought to tears for the seventh time that day.

"I will avenge you, my darling," Yn said as he squeezed Techno's old sword. Before turning away and leaving a trail of crimison fabric in his trail.

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moontheanon · 1 year

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Maybe

By 🌙

Warnings: mention of murder and killing.

Who?: Yandere Wilbur x YN

Requests: Nope!

What is this Moon?: this is the start to my new series! This is my apology letter for not being as active!

Are you available for requests?: Yes and No. You can send but it might not get done. :(

Anything else?: YBF (your best friend)

Side notes?: This is gonna become my new series so i hope you guys enjoy!

“Maybe im stupid for killing him.Maybe I’m stupid for even thinking that i could do it without getting caught! But that doesn’t matter! We can still be in love! Just give me a chance!”

“You’re crazy…”

“Oh but, my love im not!”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

She started to walk backwards slowly, but as she stepped back, i’d step forward.

“No! I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t replace me!”

“So you decided to kill him?!?”

“Well, in lack of better words, yes!”

“You’re insane!”

“Psh.”

“I don’t get it! Replace you in what, Wil?!?”

“Well my darling,” i placed my hand on her soft cheek before sliding down my hand. Oh how the color of blood suited her.

“I just wanted to make sure you would never replace my love.”

She stepped away from my touch,

“I cant believe you did this.”

“Darling-“

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!”

“Darling please.” I walked in a slow pace as she walked frantically, “You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?!? You just killed someone!”

I sighed in exhaustion. We’ve already been over this! It was for my love and nothing else. And frankly if she doesn’t like that…

“Maybe i Should kill you to my love!”

She stopped in shock. Her eyes widened in such a lovely way.

“WHAT?!?” -Her voice screeching

I hummed to myself.

“If you don’t want to love me for what I’ve done, which i see as a reasonable thing to do, i should just kill you! Plus you already know about this and i don’t really want to go to jail.”

“Wait…”

“I’ll give you 15 seconds my love.”

“Wil please!”

“15…14…”

“WILLIAM!”

“Fine i’ll cut it short!”

She turned around as i pulled out my gun.

“1.”

Gunshot

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“Yeah i’m not gonna do that.”

“Awe c’mon! Its just a dare!”

“Yeah but i don’t know him.”

“That’s the point! Now go!”

“GO YN! RUN!”

“Huh?”

“Girl, i said go!”

“Oh yeah.”

“You good YN?”Her face darkened and her voice suddenly became hushed.

“Yeah i think so.”

“Good!” She exclaimed, going back to normal, “Now go!”

“Uh-“

She pushed me all across the room before deciding to sit me right next to the new kid.

He was tall, as most boys are in high school, and he was handsome. He had brown curly hair that had some sort of fluff to it, along with some dusky brown eyes. He wore a plain button-up shirt with black pants. All this pared with some nice doc martins with burgundy socks.

He was a handsome fellow! But would I ever admit that? Probably not!

As i stared at him, he stared right back. Well, kind of.

He stared at me, to YBF, and right back at me.

“M’k see ya!” YBF ran right across the room all the way to the restroom. Leaving me with New Kid.

We stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before i made the first move.

“So uhhhh…”

He turned around to continue walking before i stopped in front of him.

“My name’s YN LN!”

He gave me a cold stare.

“What’s your name New Kid?”

“William.”

“Willaim?”

He stared into my eyes, “Yeah.”

“Are you from Britain?”

“Uh-“

“You have a pretty accent!”

“Thanks. You’re in my class aren’t you? Why don’t you know my name?”

“Well, what class are you in?”

“The one that had Mrs. Burn for 1st period.”

“Oh yeah that’s my class.”

He gave me a disapproving look which meant i needed to apologize.

“Im sorry! I don’t really pay attention you know.”

He stared at me a tad bit more. He gives me an eery feeling that even i can’t pinpoint. Next thing I know the bell rung and the headmaster yelled at us.

“Break’s done! C’mon!”

All the kids started running in a regular stampede.

“Imma call you New Kid.”

“Please no.”

YBF waved me over and it was my signal to go.

“Bye New Kid!”

“My name is William!”

I skipped away as he yelled at me before meeting YBF by my locker.

“How was the new kid?”

I pulled out books for my next period,

“Weird.”

“Eh.” She shrugged, “Expected.”

“Second day of school and we are already off to a bad start.”

She fake gasped, putting her hand on her chest hardly as if she couldn’t breath,

“Why would you say that?!?”

“Well, we weren’t prepared for the rain, we can barely open our lockers, and that New Kid is already not a fan if us.”

I put the last book in my bag and closed my locker. YBF put her hands down in a miserable way that I couldn’t explain.

“I’m just trying to have fun YN! And its not like I can control the rain.” Her face scrunched up and her hands hit her hips.

“I don’t know what that New Kid did to you but you’re acting different.”

I sighed and put my backpack over my shoulder. When i turned around she blocked me from moving anywhere besides in front of her.

I took a deep sigh before looking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry YBF. I don’t know what’s gotten over me.”

I paused and wiggled my way through her and skipped a bit more.

“Here! Lets skip in the rain.”

“Nuh Uh! I just curled my hair this morning!” She exclaimed.

I ran to her and grabbed her hand.

“YN!?” She paused for a second, “YN!!!”

I ran into the rain with her in hand. I giggled and splashed in some puddles.

“Ugh YN!!!” She whined and opened her umbrella.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Psh! You’re fine! C’mon lets go to class.”

“Fine. But if you do that again i will personally kill you.”

“Oh pish posh.” I swayed my hand in the air. “You love me!~”

“Nope.”

“Yup!”

She stopped talking and looked at me, annoyed, “Just a little.”

I waved her off in a knowing way and walked to my next class, separating ways from YBF.

@gaytoadwithapopsicle

#🌙#dsmp #wilbur x reader #Wilbur soot #yandere wilbur soot #dsmp x reader #dsmp x yn #Wilbue series #New Moon Series!

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average-vibe · 4 months

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•Fame Hurts 2•

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Streamer!Fem!reader

Summary: your presence on social media fades, and your ex notices.

Genre: Angst, Fluff at the end

TW: cursing, arguing

AN: HOLY SHIT YALL LOVED THE FIRST ONE???? SLAY??? AGAIN TY TO @modelbus for inspo!

TAGS (sorry if you didn’t want it!): @queenofdisaster-6 @lemonboys-stuff @cathers-world

part 1 is here

masterlist

Wilbur had broke up with you over 2 weeks ago, and you hadn’t streamed, posted, or made any presence on social media since then. You didn’t see any point in trying to redeeming yourself, as people would still say the same shit anyway. About how you were using him, how you didn’t deserve your fame, and how you needed to humble yourself.

quite honestly, you hated yourself for not seeing the signs sooner. How Wilbur wanted to ‘Talk’ that one day, or how he became distant for a little bit after you had collaborated on a stream, or when your stream views started to decline. It was so fucking obvious, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to notice.

You hadn’t checked your phone since then either. It had been on ‘Do Not Disturb’ since you went to an old friend, Carissa’s, apartment to stay. The only person who knew you were alive was Carissa, and she was the only one who saw you. As far as everyone else knew, you had disappeared out of nowhere.

But today, for some odd reason, you had the urge to turn your phone off of ‘Do Not Disturb’ and check your notifications.

There were about 2000.

Texts, comments, DMs, and tags had taken over your notifications, mostly people just wondering where you went.

@bae: where did @yn.loves.you and @WilburSoot go??? did they die? where did they go??? —>@gaywaffle: i’ve been wondering this forever! like did smth happen???

you didn’t know Wilbur stopped posting too. but sure enough, his last tweet was about 3 weeks ago. And his last stream was 15 days ago. He hadn’t been position either, and it was a mystery to you why.

Next, the texts. Oh, the texts.

Tommy: YN wtf where are you????

BooRan: YN, please answer

Wilbur (blocked): 75 messages

You knew it wasn’t gonna end well, and that it was a bad idea, but you clicked on Wilbur’s profile.

Wilbur (blocked)

I’m sorry

please yn

respond please

it was shitty

i’m sorry yn

i love you so much

please..

Your vision turned red. after all the shit he said about you, after all the hurtful things he did, after fucking dumping you because of people on twitter, he was begging you to come back. you got up and stomped to your car. Your plan? to go to wilbur’s house and yell at him until you couldn’t yell. or until you passed out.

You pulled into wilbur’s driveway, with nothing but your phone and a lot of angry thoughts. you opened his unlocked door, and found him sleeping on the couch. You got some water from the fridge, brought it over to him, and poured it in his face.

he woke up with a jolt, sputtering and thrashing around like an idiot. he looked at his attacker, who was you, and his eyes lit up.

“YN!” he said, a smile gracing his lips.

“YOU BITCH!” you screamed, wiping the kind look away from his face. "Fucking dump me on the side of the road, then try to get back with me?? cause you realized that your too fucking sad without a girlfriend to stare at? I’m so sorry that YOU brought this upon yourself!” you continued, voice faltering in tears. you didn’t want to cry, but you couldn’t help it. the fact that every single word was true, and not one misunderstood word, made it hurt so much more.

“YN, can i explain?” he asked, eyes looking more sad than anything.

“Explain what? how you-“

you were cut off by a kiss. A gentle, sweet, loving kiss. if you weren’t so mad, you would even admit you liked it. and you couldn’t deny the fact you leaned into it.

He let go, looking at your eyes. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. I just hate to see you so mad- and at me, i just didn’t know what to do. can i please explain?”

you let out a loud sigh. “alright, go ahead.”

“Tommy told me that you loved me more than anything in the world, and so did Ran, and Phil too. everyone was saying how much they loved you.. except for the people who didn’t know you. I realized that the only reason people were saying that shit was because they didn’t know you. And if they did, they would never say that about you. Your sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, kind, and an incredible person. and i cannot believe i ever broke up with you. i’m so sorry.” he said everything in a fast paced manner, looking at the floor for the entire time.

your anger melted away. The way he said everything, you knew it was coming right from his heart. he glanced at you for but a second, and you decided to fuck it. you grabbed his face and kissed him, again. this time, it was happy. full of love, and pure joy.

you let go, and gave him a hug, at this point, you were both crying.

“YN, do you forgive me?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Yes, Wil. i forgive you.”

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what can i say i like ending on words

ANYWAY

i wrote this is 1 sitting so uh

yeah

there MIGHT be a part 3 😏

only if you ask nicely 🙄

OKAY ILYSM BYEEEE

-vibe

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tumbleweedbee · 9 months

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I.Want.Quackity.Boyfriend.Headcanons.

Also

If u could do Polish reader?

Orrrrrrr

Like grunge / cottagecore

Thx anyways

Love ya🥰🥰

OFCC IM HONOURED YOU CHOSE ME FOR SUCH A TASK

Okay so..

(Before dating)

Quackity would probably end up meeting you while doing a meet & greet in Poland and would fall head over heels for you, though it would take him a solid half an hour and BBH hyping him up until he’d eventually introduce himself to you.

He would be SO SHY.People would mistaken quackity for being very confident and flirty due to how he acts on stream but I think when he’d talk to you he would be extremely shy and you would definitely have to make the first move.

He would admire your style and ask where you would buy your clothes, he simply thought that you had a good sense of fashion and would often ask you to style his clothes, as wilburs fashion sense had given him trust issues HAHAHA

(Whilst dating)

He would be so nervous to introduce you to his stream but eventually he wouldn’t have to, as you’d walk into his office one day and he’d ask you to take control of his stream whilst he went to do something.He’d come back to find out that his stream LOVESS you and he relaxed, before introducing you to the stream as his boyfriend (the chat went crazy and it crashed lol.)

He would definitely be a little jealous but wouldn’t admit it.He’d simply cuddle up to you more and whine and cling onto you a little more, putting up a little bit more of a fuss than normal if you were gonna hang out with any of your friends he wasn’t a fan of.

I hope I met your expectations 💪

#ask box #ask me anything #dsmp #fanfic #male yn #yn #polish yn #cottagecore yn #quackity x y/n #alex quackity x reader #quackity x reader #quackity x gn!reader #tumbleweedbee #quackity smut #quackity

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rats-write · 1 month

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Flufftober day 8: late night

Charlie Slimecicle

CC! Slimecicle

- Cuddles, all the cuddles

- He’s warm as hell, like a personal heater

- It sucks if you’re also really warm, but he will not relent with the cuddles either way

- Either wants to lay on you or have you lay on him, he doesn’t care, he just needs the contact

- Sleepy conversations about what happened through out the day

- He’s definitely a rambler but he loves to listen too

- Maybe some comfortably quiet music in the background while you chat

- Protest when you say you both need to sleep

- He’s tired too but wants to keep talking

- Nights are his favorite part of the day because he gets to just drop any persona and just chill, even though he enjoys what he does

- Tries to stay up later than you, just because he wants to make sure you’re alright

- He normally can’t but he tries

C! Slimecicle

- He’s a piece of goo, he doesn’t need sleep

- He does like to stay and talk with you though for sure

- He might cuddle with you while you sleep, if you don’t mind his sliminess

- Likes to be with you while you get ready for bed too

- Asks what certain products are if you have a nightly routine or anything

- He just likes being around you really

Other writing here:

#dreamsmp x reader #flufftober #x reader #dsmp x reader #x yn #x y/n #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimesicle x reader #cc!slimecicle x reader #c!slimecicle x reader

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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cc!Dream x male reader

Dream streaming and his fans notice a load of purple marks on his neck and start going crazy. Twitter and his chat are blowing up with questions and Dream tries to play it off as a big bunch of bug bites but no one’s having it.

Over the next week people do some digging, trying to find out who the mystery person is, they’re just so curious they can’t help it. A few people think it’s George but that wouldn’t make sense since he’s in England at the moment so that theory soon becomes a bust.

As time goes on you just watch the whole thing unfold and get the brunt of Dreams annoyance by having to endure him whining about you not leaving the purple marks in areas that he could hide with ease. You only smiled and ran your fingers through his hair sighing as the smell of coconut filled your lungs.

“Don’t you think we should just come out? We’ve been in a secret relationship for ages you know and-” you paused not wanting to come off as too pushy but Dream only hummed for you to continue “I just wanna show everyone that you’re mine” the last sentence made the other blush and smile, he soon silently agreed.

It wasn’t long before the video of you both sharing a quick kiss with the caption “he was the big bite y’all ;)” uploaded to Dreams twitter and almost immediately went viral, a mix of positive and negative reactions engulfed you two but to be fair you both were just happy to be out and happy together.

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florvaine · 2 months

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Mercy, my Dearest. | Q!Quackity

q!quackity/d!quackity x fem!reader

genre: angst-ish, general.

warnings: blood, gore, implied murder/suicide, implied torture, many names for (y/n).

notes: this is a chapter from a qsmp x fem!oc thing i was going to post on AO3, but i wasn’t 100% sure on if i was gonna finish the whole story and decided not to post it. of course, if enough people ask i can cross-post to AO3, or keep posting here! just thought id post it rather than letting it just rot away lol ❤️

Quackity had been having reoccurring lucid dreams. Or nightmares.

It typically begins in an entirely different world. One where he's stood beside a man on a podium, the two of them in black suits and ties. Every time Quackity glanced up to try to distinguish who he was, the man's face held no features. Just a blank expanse of skin fitted over a skull. Even with the censorship to his face, the man's curling ram horns were the most recognisable thing about him. The man stood with such confidence, such suave that Quackity was sure he'd fall for whatever he was preaching if he could hear him.

Once he gathered himself, Quackity would look into the crowd of people below them. He'd make eye contact with people who furrowed brows and held burning pools of hatred in their eyes as they looked up at him and the man. They're lined in wonky rows of deepslate chairs, cushioned by black velvet seats, some of them didn't sit, opting to stand for whatever reason they had.

When the man beside him is speaking, saying words muddled to make phrases, the crowd's face contort into looks of despair and disbelief. Quackity could never hear the words clearly, a few minor ones coming out in echoes like he was in a cavern or void, but other than that the only noise made was mumbles from the other people and the man behind the microphone - and his voice, of course.

It doesn't matter what he does to try to wake up - pinch himself, drown himself, scream, exit the stage, jump off headfirst, push the man off in the middle of his speech, slamming his own or someone else's head into the stone floor, using the (blunt) stone sword in his inventory to carve his heart out - no matter what, he'd always end up here.

It would always come back to this.

"You lost yourself again," The girl reshuffles the cards, bringing him back into whatever reality he was currently in, "What's wrong?"

They're in a room: polished, spruce plank floors, an elegant chandelier hanging from nothing above the poker table they were sitting at, and stone brick walls that towered higher than his eyes could see. The scarlett velour cover of the dark oak table contrasts the slight darkness luring in the corners of the room. Two dark oak chairs with dark red cushions sat opposite one another at the heads of the betting table. There was a crystal glass beside him with a sphere of ice in it, whisky poured a fingernail away from the rim, and a wine glass that was half-full with some kind of concoction that changed every time he returned here. This time it seemed as if she had red wine, though it looked a little too viscous and left an orange tint on the rim when she'd placed it back down. Last time she had what seemed to be liquid gold, swirling the shimmering liquid as if to lure him in.

The woman has never disclosed her real name, saying she went by many in her life. Bia, Asteria, Nemesis, Medusa and Andarta and others. She had (s/c) skin that glittered silver in the candlelight from the chandelier, and the tips of her fingers looked as if they had been dipped in soot, yet almost seemed transparent. She wore the skull of a Nightmare Stalker, a horrifying creature that followed its targets at night under cover of invisibility with two white, glowing dots for eyes. Her (h/c) hair has a thick strand of pure white, root to tip, at the front of her head. She always has it pulled back into a half-up, half-down style, a loose strand or two dangling in front of the skull. The deep eye sockets from the skull hide hers' in a cast of shadow, every time Quackity has to look into them he is unnerved by the void where her eyes should be seen, pinpricks pass along his nerves and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

She's always in the same clothing, a dark navy sequin dress with a slit that runs up her left thigh and silver, polished heels with light beige undersides. Silver jewellery decorated her wrists as bangles, on her neck pearls hung from dainty chains like rain droplets on her collarbones. A band of gold the width of his thumbnail wrapped around her upper arm like a snake. Hoops and gems dangled from her ears in a delicate dance of wealth. She wore two rings on her ring fingers: on her left was a silver band with a considerably big emerald tucked into it, and on her right hand a golden ring with a diamond the same size.

Every time she has the full deck of cards in front of her and never dished them out to play. She'd sit there and mix and fiddle with the flimsy sheets of card, tapping them with long, sharp, sparkly champagne-coloured nails.

She flickered through them again, his eyes immediately redirecting to look at the cardistry she executed.

"Nothing's wrong," He replies, his voice uneven. He can tell his words didn't convince her. At least they created some kind of comfort for himself.

The woman slides the cards facing upwards into a slightly curved semicircle in front of her, "I'm not stupid. You're thinking about something or someone?" The cards flip over methodically so the backs are facing up again as she moves her hand underneath them.

Quackity swallows the lump forming in his throat - the one she'd slit before. As much as the woman claims to be on his side, to want to help him, he cannot bring his mind to trust her. His heart says differently. He knows it does from the way it calms whenever he notices he's sat opposite her. It's a sense of familiarity, like seeing an old friend that moved away decades ago and reconnecting: at the same time it panics the man.

Because this was not someone he knew. Quackity knows little to nothing about this woman. Not her name, not where she came from, not how she keeps appearing and having full conversations with him in his dreams. He has never seen this woman a day in his life.

Whoever 'Bia' or 'Andarta' or 'Phoebe' was, was unknown. She was not someone he recognised. She was not something he should recognise.

His hands furl and unfurl underneath the table, "I'm just confused. Who are you, like, actually?"

"I believe you're asking the wrong questions, Alexis."

Quackity almost flinches at the name. His lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath of air so cold he feared it would freeze his lungs. The feeling of disturbance and disbelief filters through him from his brain, his hands clenching so hard that red crescents appear on his calloused palms. Everything seems to move, the room spins and the chandelier sways in a way that the black-haired man feared would send it crashing down on the table.

His heart acts as a fastening beat, blood circling his ears like a sickening backing track, "How…"

It panicked him when she knew his alias, the one that hovered over his head like a half-transparent halo. How did she know his actual name, the one he kept so close to his chest, in a chest under lock and key? He hadn't told anyone his real name, yet the woman opposite him seemed to know every little detail about him, from the bold headline to the fine print at the bottom. It was as if she had built him herself. Knew everything about him from his biggest, truest fear to his favourite plant.

The woman smiles underneath the shadow of the skull. The chains - decorated in silver charms and tumbled gems - that ran from the ends of the horns from the skull to the inside of the eye sockets clinked during the movement of her tilting her head upwards. She collects the cards in a pile in front of her all facing the same way. Downwards.

"Who are you?" He presses with more demand, hands pressed into the table, "Surely I'd remember you if you were…"

She stops all movement and Quackity feels as if he's said something wrong. The air chills and the tension grows, much like the tension in her shoulders as she reers her head back slightly. The vignette that crowded in the corners of the rooms seemed to darken and close in on the table, making the room seem smaller.

'Bia' takes a breath of cold in, her voice even as she speaks, "If I was important?"

"I wasn't the one who said it." The man shrugged and lowered his gaze to the fabric of the table, not daring to look at her after such a belittling comment.

And when he falls short of being able to scan her face for prominent emotions, he hides the chill that locked his hands into tight fists.

"I thought you would've changed, this new version of yourself you're so proud of," She places the cards into a pile before her, "But I think I was wrong."

Quackity's face sours and he goes to speak, but is cut off when she swiftly stands from her seat, sending it flying backwards to scrape against the floor. Her nails scrape against the wood of the table as she rounds it, stepping closer and closer with her heels clicking in a rhythm that he recognised.

His heart stuns as he catches sight of two glowing dots in the middle of her shadowed eye sockets, trained on him like a pair of trained snipers. His heart began beating faster than before, yet he felt as if his blood had run so cold it froze over. He didn't want to die again. Not to her. Not after the last time she dragged it on for so long.

"No, no, no. No, please, there has to be another way!" Quackity trips over himself clambering off the chair, his hands clammy as he presses himself into the corner of the room, "Please!"

She doesn't respond, the two dots stare back at him. He catches his reflection in her freshly polished netherite blade, the handle obsidian and trimmed with amethyst.

The man can only pray she makes it quick this time.

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deadqueerboys · 26 days

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pls dare me so I can write for Tubbo???

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louscartridge · 2 years

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Hiiiiii!!!! Can you write Ranboo x reader who is feminine presenting and nonbinary, maybe someone tells them that they aren’t actually nonbinary because they’re “to feminine”???

It’s cool if not, ur super talented!

a/n- sorry this took a bit i kinda forgot i write LMAO idrk if i like this espesially the end but i used something that happend to me to make this so idk BUT TYSM I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit

cw- your friend being an ass and drunk, slight overthinking, comfort, fluff, lower case intended.

youve been on facetime with your friend for a few hours now. she got drunk and you decided to stay on facetime with her to make sure she doesnt do anything stupid. its been comfortable silence for a bit, you both doing your own thing.

“are you a girl?” she suddenly said.

“w-what?” you asked shocked.

“i thought you were nonbinary?”

“i am”

“then why do you look like a girl?”

you dont answer for a few seconds, many thoughts going through your head. ‘shes just drunk’ ‘she doesnt know what shes saying’

after mumbling a ‘i dont know’ you turn your wifi off and watch your screen say ‘poor connection’ for a few seconds before you hang up. you get up from the chair you were sitting on in the kitchen with a sigh and slowly head to ranboos room.

opening the door to ranboos room and see him on his gaming chair. he doesnt have his mask on tho so you know hes not streaming.

“ran?” you ask carefully

at the sound of your voice, he quickly turns around in his chair with a cheerful hum. however, his cheerful mood quickly drops when he hears your question.

“do you see me as a girl?”

“what?”

“do you view of me as a girl?”

“im confused”

“like are you with me because im a ‘girl’. do you think of me as a girl?”

“what? no! im with you because your you.” ranboo responds pulling you onto his chair with him. “im with you as you are and your gender doesnt change anything” he continues reassuringly.

“so youd still love me even if i wasent as feminine?” you overthink.

“of couse i would” he confirms kissing the top of your head.

after a little bit you found yourself on the bed sitting in-beteween his legs, his arms wrapped around you watching your favorite show.

“hey ran?” you ask breaking the lack of you two talking.

“yeah love?” he replies.

“i love you.” you say looking up at him. “and thank you for everything” you say with a gentile and tired smile.

“i love you too” he hummed kissing you. “and you dont have to thank me. ill always be here for you for anything no matter what.”

“ill always be here for you too ranboo” you say snuggling even more into him.

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joviepog · 9 months

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I hope you get out of your writer's block. It's a shit thing to get stuck in a pit of but I've recently gotten out of mine 😁

Sleepy Wilbur

That's it

That's the request

Thanks for the request @ax-y10! Yeah I’m trying my best to get out of this little pit of mine but i just cant seem to claw my way out. Lol XD

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Sleepy Wilbur

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: None just fluff!

Pronouns: None mentioned!

Requests: @ax-y10

Anything else: Oh god I think I can ramble about Sleepy Wilbur for hours and hours!But instead, here are three different situations of you with sleepy wilbur!

This story is not proofread

Listen to this while you read!

Wilbur is absolutely exhausted after a long day. He left home around 7 am and came back around 1 am . He quickly takes off his winter coat and hangs it up. He takes off his shoes and slides them under a small bench where you two keep both of your shoes. His eyes are slowly closing on their own as he walks though your guy’s apartment. He walks towards the small kitchen and fills a glass of water before chugging it all down. He then slowly walks towards your guy’s shared room. He was fully expecting you to be fast asleep but instead he see’s you reading a book. Half of your body is covered by the blanket and your head is stuffed in the book. He smiles at this and he walks into the room. Your head shoots up and your cheerfully greet him. “You’re back!” You say with a small gasp. You quickly close the book and put it on the side table. You open your arms our to give him a hug, still lying on the bed. Wilbur blinks his eyes at you for a moment before completely falling on top of you. Half his body is lying on you and he lets out a soft, relaxed, sigh. You smile and pet his head, playing with his hair. After just a few minutes you hear the soft snoring of wilbur. “My poor baby…” you whispered before kissing the top of his head. You then turn your body and turn off the lamp on your night stand. You relax and lean over to kiss wilbur once last time before falling asleep with him. —ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Wilbur is with you on the airplane after a long day of singing an playing at one of his shows. You had the window seat while he had the middle (Mark had the end). Mark had offered to switch with wilbur so that he could have leg room but he refused, saying how you and him needed to figure out the next song. You were the backup vocalist along with Joe in your guy’s band, Lovejoy. You helped make most of the lyrics to the songs with wilbur and he always used that as an excuse to be with you. When wilbur refused the seat, Mark gave him a small smirk before making himself comfortable in his seat. You and wilbur talked about another song for about 20 minutes before wilbur started to blink his eyes open and closed. You asked him if he was tired but he instantly said no. You see, today had been a crazy day. You guys had a concert only and hour before this and your were all exhausted. Not to mention that it was already 12 am were you guys were at. You gave Wilbur a soft smile before taking out your earbuds. You gave him your other earbud and you two started to listen to the playlist you made just for him. Soon, a few minutes passed and you were staring out of the window, completely lost in thought, when you felt a gentle weight on your shoulder. You turned to look and wilbur was fast asleep on your arm. You sighed and let him as you blushed a little. Soon, you fell asleep as well. The rest of the band members took photos of this and teased wilbur the day after, knowing about his little crush. Wilbur hated how much he wanted to ask the band members for those photos. —ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Darling…” wilbur grumbled as you tried to move out of the bed. It was time for you to go to work and you were already late. He grabbed you by the wrist and spoke softly. “Don’t go…” he said as he slowly blinked his eyes open. “Wilbur I’m going to be late.” You said tiredly. He huffed and tightened his grip on your wrist. He pulled you back roughly into the bed so that you had you back towards him. You gasped, “Wilbur!” You giggled. He grabbed you by the waist and put his nose in the crook of your neck. He put his leg around you so that you were trapped and you could feel his cheeky smile against your skin. “Call the day off?” he said tiredly, his hot morning breath hitting your neck. “Okay.. maybe I can call the day off.” You said with a smile and a small laugh, finally giving up. He hummed, obviously happy that his tactics worked, “Good…” he said as he kissed your neck quickly before slowly falling back asleep.

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 2 years

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Haunted Halls

on my Corpse arc bc he’s the root of my e-’girl’ ‘phase’ (and Gender envy) He/Him Prns!

Yn pushed his hair out of his eyes and turned to look at the empty walls of the mansion he had just inherited. "Thanks for the house, I guess Granny," Yn murmured. Yn picked up a box off the dark wooden floors before climbing the massive stairs to where he sorta remembered the master bedroom was.

When Yn pushed the door open, a king-sized bed covered in a dark purple blanket (pic at the bottom for ref!) almost seemed like it was waiting for him. Yn placed the box on the floor and ran his hand over the purple sheets before sitting on it and causing a dip in the bed. As he let his back rest on the plush covers, he wondered why Granny had never slept in this room.

Yn played with the canopy, smiling at the silky black fabric that almost felt like it was trapping him, but in a good way. Yn laid his head on the pillows and yawned. As his eyes slowly fluttered, he glanced at the door. A man with black curly hair and all-black clothing stood there, staring directly at him. One of his eyes was covered in a white eye patch and the other was blood red. The man almost appeared to smile at him.

Yn returned the smile before drowsily closing his eyes, then he opened them again to find the man was gone. Yn frowned and allowed his body to go off to sleep. A When a hand brushed across his forehead and a deep voice whispered, "Welcome back baby," Yn finally gave in and fell fully asleep.

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The sun's warmth was on Yn's face when he awoke. Yn pulled himself out of the comfortable bed and dragged himself sleepily to the connected bathroom. The same man from the day before was standing at the doorway behind Yn as he looked in the mirror. Yn spun around but frowned when the man wasn't there, asking, "Mister?" Yn croaked out, clearing his throat, and then made another attempt. "Sir?" Asked Yn.

As Yn exited the bathroom, he glanced about before focusing on the man sitting on the bed. "Who are you and why are you in my house?" Yn inquired, narrowing his eyes at him. "I'm Corpse and I'm a literal Corpse." Yn felt lightheaded. "So you're what a ghost." Corpse smiled up at Yn, "yep" popping the p.

Yn mumbled out, "oh my god," before his legs gave out and he fell to the ground, going unconscious after hitting his head on the hard wood floor. Yn awoke on the couch and heard a soft humming coming from the kitchen. Yn pushed himself off of the couch and went to the kitchen, where Corpse was cooking happily while humming a song.

--- 3 weeks later ---

While searching the hallways for his new ghost friends, Yn yelled "CORPSE" as he walked up and down them. "Crops?" Yn frowned and slid down a wall as tears welled up in his eyes. He had been searching for Corpse for days he called out again, "Corpsey," but had received no response. "Maybe he's asleep ghost need sleep right?" Yn asked to himself as he picked at his now-chipped black nails. Yn bit his lip in an effort to contain the tears that were attempting to pour.

Suddenly, Yn was startled by a loud knocking sound echoing throughout the mansion, which caused him to race to the front door. He took a deep breath and threw open the door before freezing there stood a man wearing black turtleneck and chain-adorned ripped pants. As his gaze wondered up to the face Yn was unable to speak "Corpse," He mumbled as tears once again welled up in his eyes. Corpse grinned at Yn and opened his arms Yn quickly jumped into his arms, giving him a hug.

Yn grabbed Corpse even harder, whispering, "I missed you, Corpsey." "Well, I'm Here now and I will be forever baby," Corpse said, bringing Yn impossibly closer.

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moontheanon · 9 months

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Immmm backkkk!!!!!!

Hello hello hello! Yeah ik im sorry i was hone but im back now! Send in some requests and i’ll get them done for you! <3

If not just come in and say hi! :D

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average-vibe · 4 months

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shirtless

pairing: wil x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend finds something new about you.

tw: cursing, mentions of rape, unedited work, lowercase

genre: fluff, slight angst?

an: hi! this is a blurb i wrote at 3:39 am so of its terrible don’t think much about it lol

masterlist

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you usually slept without a shirt. you didn’t really know why it started, but whenever you’d hop into your bed, you’d always take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. it was usually because you were super hot in your flat, and this was the only option.

so when wilbur invited you to live with him, you didn’t really consider that your nightly routine was to take off your shirt, and to sleep in a bra.

and around the 4th night, you had began to sweat in the bed. you were roasting hot, and you remembered your fix for being hot at night. you slowly peeled off your shirt, revealing a black sports bra. you laid back down, but came right back up when you saw wil.

“love? are you changing?” he asked, leaning on the doorframe. you covered yourself as your cheeks flushed red. he raised his eyebrows. “would you like me to leave?”

“wait, wil, c’mere.” you said, sitting up in your shared bed. he slowly walked in, standing infront of the door. ”i.. i usually sleep with no shirt. or i did. before i moved in with you.” you said, looking down.

“love, that’s fine.” he said, walking over to the bed. seeing you shake your head, he asked, “yn, why isn’t that fine?” he took your hand in his.

you nodded, still looking down. “im sorry, wil. i should’ve told you, it’s because i don’t want you to do anything.” you admitted.

there was a long pause, then wilbur said, “look at me, darling.” he waited until you looked into his eyes, then continued. “i would never ever in a million years ever think of touching you in any way. ever. and if someone did, they didn’t truly love you, they just wanted you for themselves.” he took a breath, then went on. “did someone do something already?”

you looked back down, not wanting him to see you mumble a “yes.” you shut your eyes, not wanting to cry.

“oh.” he said, “oh god, yn. i’m so sorry.” he apologized, as you leaned into him, he hugged you, letting your tears soak his shirt. “would you rather sleep with a shirt on?” he asked, releasing you slowly. you nodded and he jumped up, grabbing your shirt from the floor.

that night, the two of you slept, arms wrapped around eachother, and you fell asleep to wilbur whispering, “i love you.” to you, and you whispering “i love you, soot.” right back

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an: heyyyyyy it’s 4:03 as of rn lol BYE

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tumbleweedbee · 8 months

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(Hi! Sorry, I was with a friend and she sent the message while I was still writing as a joke-)

The ask is if you could write Quackity x reader where Quackity's boyfriend is guatemalan (you don't have to know a lot about Guatemala, maybe just Quackity being interested in the culture bcs is similar to mexican but also very different)

That's all, thank you!! Hope you have a great day :>

A/n:

Ofc!!I don’t know much about Guatemala (as I’m irish) but I tried 🙏

QUACKITYX M! GUATEMALAN READER

-You and Quackity met whilst you were on holidays with your friend-group travelling all around Mexico.Your group decided to go and head to a big video-game shop you had all heard of and found a bus to take you there, but due to your group being made up of 5 people, you had to sit by yourself, though you didn’t mind as it meant that you got to play video-games on the way there.

Unfortunately, your plans of solitude and smooth sailing were crashed both due to the fact that the roads were extremely bumpy and due to the fact that a handsome stranger has decided to sit beside you.

You tried to continue playing and eventually tried to ignore the man staring holes into your 3DS and you turn to look at him, “Do you need something?” You inquire, raising an eyebrow.

He looks panicked and quickly replies with “oh sorry!!I was just curious about what game you were playing..”

“It’s Majora’s mask, I only got it recently” you added, smiling at him.

-am hour later-

You had learned that the man’s name is Alexis-though he prefers to go by Alex,he’s the same age as you and has quite a lot in common with you.

You feel quite sad that you have to get off the bus with your friends now, but before you can leave he quickly places his hand on your arm and goes “Wait!!Whats your number, I was uh just wondering if you’d like to hang out sometime…maybe..?” He looked at you, nervous and expecting to be rejected.

“Of course!Here you go!” You answer, trying not to sound too excited that a handsome stranger had asked for your number.

As you left the bus with your friends, Alex began texting you immediately, hoping that it was the right number.

You quickly replied back to him and you both began to text for the rest of your trip.

He began to ask where you were from, what is it like living in Guatemala?did they make good stew over there?What type of traditions did they have over there?what were your countries sports?

Once you arrived home he begged to call you and of course-you answered.

“Hey you said you’ve a pc right?Do you wanna play minecraft with me on my server?”he then invited you to a server ‘huh…Q-S-M-P…that’s an odd name.’ You thought to yourself.

You realised that there were a lot of people online that spoke Spanish, so naturally, when they started to speak to you in Spanish, you spoke back, which surprised alex “wow you can speak Spanish??” He asked, hoping to not come across as sound dumb.

“Of course I can!!Wait why’s your username Quackery?” You asked, before bursting out laughing at the name. “It’s Quackity!!”you could basically hear his eyes roll dramatically.

This was the same day you found out that “Quackity” was the name of his YouTube and twitch channel, you had decided to check it out and were amazed at how famous he really was, he was practically a celebrity!!You had began to tune into some of his recent streams without telling him and it was bizarre to you to see the same group of geeks you had been joking with not two hours ago, (along with Alex of course) bring in hundreds of thousands of views by just being themselves online.

Day after day, week after week, you and Quackity got closer, until eventually he pulled up at your house one day with flowers. “WH-Alex what are you doing here??Why do you have flowers??!”

He blushed and then hesitantly asked “do you uh, y’know, um, wanna go out?” “Of course I do!!” He stared at you, both in bewilderment that you actually agreed and the fact that he knew that he just couldn’t look away from your pretty face.

“I didn’t actually think you’d be gay or anything..”you smiled softly at him, inviting him in and gently taking the flowers from him. “Well you guessed wrong!”you replied, your face as red as tilíns bow.

You both decided to go on a date at your local restaurant, Alex hasn’t actually planned this far ahead as he thought you’d simply reject him.

You both couldn’t stop flirting with eachother-ignoring the looks some of the elders gave you.

Once the date and he was, yet again, back on your doormat; he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissed you gently on the lips and waved goodbye.

-Later that night-

*Quackity is live:IMSOHAPPY*

You decided to click onto the stream out of curiousity.

“GUYS GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?!!!”

Part 2?

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