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joviepog · 10 months

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Alright everyone i have a grand idea...

What if i make this story about how you’ve been in Wilbur’s life for years, and your his best friend. But you’re slowly finding yourself falling in love with him, and once he goes off to Tour with Lovejoy, you find yourself more lost than ever?

BUT IT WOULD BE A SERIES. LIKE WHEN WILBUR WAS AT SOOTHOUSE AND HE MADE VIDEOS WITH THEM THATS WHEN YOU MET. THEN YOU GUYS BOTH WENT THROUGH A REALLY CRAPPY BREAKUP AND THATS WHEN YOU BECAME CLOSE. THEN YOU GUYS SING SONGS TOGETHER TO GET THE PAIN AWAY. THEN YOU BOTH START STREAMING AND MAKE VIDEOS WITH SCHLATT. THEN YOU TWO BECOME REALLY POPULAR AND STUFF. AND THEN YOU START MAKING MUSIC AND HE DOES TOO AND YOU FIND EACH OTHER DRIFTING APART. AND YOU REALIZE THIS AND YOU OFFER THAT YOU TWO COULD BE ROOMMATES AND HE AGREES. THEN YOU BOTH GET INVITED TO QSMP AND THENU AND HIM ARE TALLULAH’S PARENTS AND QUACKITY CLAIMS OTHERWISE AND TRIES TO RUIN YOUR GUY’S RELATIONSHIP ON THE QSMP. BUT THEN HE GOES ON TOUR AND YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HIM AND HOW MUCH YOU MISS HIM. THEN YOU MAKE SONG ABOUT HIM (WITHOUT HIM KNOWING OF COURSE). AND THEN YOU LEAVE TOO BECAUSE SOMETHING HAPPENS AT HOME (WITH YOUR FAMILY) AND YOU HAVE TO LEAVE, LEAVING TALLULAH. AND THEN YOU START TO LEAVE YOUR FEELINGS FOR WILBUR AND YOU SUDDENLY BECOME DISTANT, NOT CONTACTING HIM ANYMORE. AND THEN WILBUR SUDDENLY FINDS HIMSELF CHAING YOUR LOVE.

BIVF,JHADVSASU,VFA,SJDVFAS,DF

BUT THIS WOULD BE A CONTINUING SERIES, MATCHING UP WITH IRL STUFF.

OH GOD I THINK IM GOING TO DO THIS BUT I NEED YOUR GUY’S OPINION

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whygalaxy · 2 months

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hmmm nsfw headcannons for el quackity??

Nsfw headcanons Elquackity

♡⃕ Relationship} ElQuackity x Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} “NSFW Headcanons"

♡⃕ TW.} Degradation Kink; Bondage; Overstimulation and Hardcore sex.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything, Sorry for my Spanish 😭😭. Not reviewed

♡⃕ Okay… where do I start?;

♡⃕ This man is a savage, don't expect gentle sex from him;

♡⃕ He will be aggressive, very aggressive, fast and strong thrusts;

♡⃕ It's usually to take out frustrations and anger about his work;

♡⃕ He may be kind, but you will have to beg a lot and have a good justification;

♡⃕ Master Kink;

♡⃕ Call him master, you will turn on him quickly;

♡⃕ Sub/Dom dynamics;

♡⃕ This guy LOVES to dominate you;

♡⃕ He feel pleasure in controlling you, doing whatever he wants.;

♡⃕ This man is a big sadist;

♡⃕ He loves to make you cry;

♡⃕ He will degrade you a lot, whether in English or Spanish;

♡⃕ "Eres una putita tonta para tu amo, ¿no?;

♡⃕ As he is a big sadist, he loves to overstimulate you;

♡⃕ He will definitely tie you up, gag you and leave a vibrator inside you;

♡⃕ Making you cum over and over again, without letting you get a break;

♡⃕ He loves to tie you up;

♡⃕ As said before, he loves being vulnerable and having control over you;

♡⃕ And what is the best way to do this because leaving you unable to move?;

♡⃕ No matter how rough he is with you;

♡⃕ The aftercare is amazing;

♡⃕ He will give you a bath and treat you like a princess, helping you pee and giving you water;

♡⃕ After that he will lie down with you next to him, hugging you;

♡⃕ Or if he needs to leave, he will apologize to you for not being with you. Kissing you forehead;

♡⃕ He's a stupid and rude asshole;

♡⃕ But He's your stupid and rude asshole;

♡⃕ He's rude and sometimes an asshole, but you love him and he loves you very much;

#elquackity #elquackity x reader #elquackity x you #elquackity x yn #Elquackity smut #quackity x reader #quackity smut #quackity x you #qsmp

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kumezyzo · 6 months

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Hii !! You’re fics are so good I’m really annoying them :D could I request some dad foolish I never see much on him !

hiii, thank youuuu!! and to preface, i have a very little understanding of foolish as a person. not in a bad way, just in a fic writers way. so if this is terrible, i am SO sorry. I've diagnosed him as a really cute and bubbly type. and i have NO IDEA how he speaks. so that's my bad if this is ass.

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

pre-dad!foolish who announces to his stream that your pregnant by just having you come in with your six month old bump.

his chat is very very confused when they see you pregnant. they think its a joke until they realize that neither of you are joking.

pre-dad!foolish who cuddles you in bed, rubbing your bump happily. he knows how much pain the skin of your belly can get, so he rubs and massages you whenever he can.

pre-dad!foolish who likes kissing your belly and getting a little kick in response from your baby.

pre-dad!foolish who tries your pregnancy cravings with you. his immediate reaction is to gag at the odd mix of flavours, but then feels bad and tries to say something positive about it.

"what, you don't like it?" you ask him teasingly as you take a bite of your pickles and whipped cream.

"no, its good," he tried to say with a straight face. but his wobbling bottom lip and the crease in his brow gave it away.

pre-dad!foolish who tries his best to be completely calm when you finally go into labour.

dad!foolish who can't let go on your little girl when she's born. hes always hugging her and giving her little kisses.

he had the biggest smile on his face as he holds your daughter close to him. you watch from your spot on the hospital bed with a soft smile.

"hey, my pretty baby," he coos softly, admiring her sleeping face. then he looked up at you, smiling even wider, "hi, my other pretty baby."

dad!foolish who you will find cuddled up on the couch with your daughter. she's laid flat on his chest, gripping his shirt in his little fists. the sight alone makes your heart melt.

dad!foolish who likes kissing and kneading at the loose skin on your stomach.

"thank you for giving me my beautiful daughter," he says right up against your belly. he's mentally directing it to your uterus.

"you're welcome?" you say in confusion, running a hand through his head when he kisses you softly. but you do like to say, he helped you not be self conscious of the loose skin or your stretch marks.

dad!foolish who introduces your daughter to his stream very quietly because he chose to do it while she was sleeping.

"guys, look at her!!!" he whisper yells, turning to let the camera see her face drooling om his shoulder. you're sitting in his chair, watching with a smile on your face. "she's so cute!!!"

dad!foolish who cant help but feel so happy when he sees his two girls happy and healthy.

the dividers arent my favourite colour but we're gonna run with it. i really do hope yall liked this. and that it makes some sense for who he is as a person... -nony

#foolish x reader #foolish x you #foolish #foolish x yn #foolish fics #foolish fluff #foolish gamers #qsmp foolish #foolish x reader fluff #foolish hcs #foolish headcannons #dad!foolish #bf!foolish

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tumbleweedbee · 5 months

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Quackity idea where he is streaming and showing off his boyfriend who is a popular model and quackity is just head over heels with him & brags to his viewers that he bagged a model 🤭

Thanks for the request!feel free to send in more :)

Reader pov:

I heard quackity streaming, so I decided not to bother him, we were planning on meeting up with the rest of the QSMP, I was kind of curious if he was going to introduce me, I was a bit nervous about how both his & I’s careers were going to be effected but I’m sure it’ll turn out fine..

I suddenly hear “Y/N CAN YOU PLEASE COME HEREE~…” oh no, that’s never good, I chuckle to myself as I begin to walk towards his office

I finally open the door only to realise he’s still recording, I feel a bubble of excitement in my heart..was he going to tell them?

“Guys…Amigos..THIS IS MY BELOVED BOYFRIEND Y/N!!” He proceeds to lovingly drag me in-front of 120k viewers, as I quickly begin to scan the chat- nervous of their reactions.

He suddenly gets a donation.

“YOU’RE DATING THE Y/N L/N????You are one lucky duck Quackity” he beams, “I know!he’s handsome ain’t he??” As he proceeds to squish my cheeks as I blush, he looks proud and that pride doesn’t waver once more “AWW” ‘s fill the chat.

He was just happy, happy to be with his y/n..

#tumbleweedbee #tumblr #ask box #ask me anything #qsmp x y/n #qsmp #male yn #quackity x gn!reader #yn #quackity x y/n #alex quackity x reader #quackity x reader fluff #quackity x male reader

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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.

#*{ ‘. florawrites<3 #angst #x reader #fanfiction #quackity x reader #quackity x you #qsmp #qsmp x reader #qsmp quackity #dsmp quackity #fem reader #dsmp #c!quackity #q!quackity #q!quackity x reader #c!quackity x reader #female reader #x yn

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deadqueerboys · 30 days

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

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kayschariot · 1 month

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Master List (all of the names are ass)

Dreams

Jealous Alex

Drunk Lex

Dreams pt.2

wet nights

Quackity 1950’s HCS

high school love

rough sex

innocents

“what’s on her neck?”

unclothed

first time

i didn’t know what to name this

Fluffy make out

hair reveal

Sat

flirtatious wedding’s

fuck this

Running out of names for these

Kissing for the first time

Alex with a girl who’s in a lot of fandoms

Surprise visit

Spanish lessons

leading him on

#qsmp quacki #quackity #qsmp #mexican #smut #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #x reader #x you smut #x you #x you fluff #x you angst #x yn #x fem!reader

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veenus777 · 7 months

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◜HELP ME! ◞

ੈ✩‧₊ Hey guys! all good? I hope so, today I came to ask you a question about a fanfic I've been thinking about writing, I'll leave the information below followed by a poll, don't forget to vote <3

↳ It will be a fanfic that alternates between written chapters and social media

↳ It will be a Quackity x Brazilian Streamer! reader

↳ It will be written in YN and feminine gender but I can try to write it in neutral gender

↳In short, it would be about a Brazilian streamer who is invited to QSMP and ends up falling in love with Quackity so they both have to deal with the distance and their personal problems.

.˚｡ 💋 .˚｡ 💌

#dsmp #imagine #qsmp #lovejoy #qsmp wilbur #sorry boys #quackity #alex quackity #qsmp quackity #quackity x you #quackity x reader #brazil #social media au

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joviepog · 10 months

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Wilbur soot “Click” Series:

ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (coming soon!)

ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Polls:

Chapter 3 poll

Requests / Small blurbs:

Rules about requests

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joviepog · 9 months

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New request series!

Song series ♫ (Ends September 10)

Hello my lovely readers! Request a song and a person from these four fandoms and I’ll write you a small story according to that song! If you have any request to add to that song I’ll add them on in as well!

So come on down and give me your favorite songs and I’ll write a story just for you! You can even ask to make it just for you! So, in this case i would write your preferred name and pronouns for the story! Just go to @joviepog to find out more! If you have any other questions just message me!:)

I’ll do..

Dream smp

Qsmp

Mha

Spy x family

Just make sure to check out my rules first and make sure to reblog! :D

All the ones I’ve done so far <-Click here!

/Tag list ᰔ/ @gaytoadwithapopsicle @lyssys @lanaxoxoxoxoxox @lillyspam @merakiwi @pebblebrainlvjy @yoitsalexxxxx @ador3him @faye-writes-stuff @lateline @mrs-soot @bellalovesw2s @37zone @gwensgaygf @rwqv @corner-of-void @lvjymcyt @donbutcallmefatherissues @reallytryin @honeyedlavendar @lillylvjy @moontheanon @loversj0y @solarhen @ax-y10 @eefininnit /Tag list ᰔ/

Please make sure to private message me if you dont want to be tagged i just tag everyone i know lolz

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joviepog · 9 months

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Song requests series ♫

Ones I’ve done so far:

Sunkissed -Wilbur soot x reader

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tumbleweedbee · 1 month

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Hiii! How is my fav quackity writer doing?🤭I wanted to pop in and request something!

Quackity x himbo male reader? Like M/N is bigger than quackity in height & muscular yet dumber & easily flustered. Their relationship Is hidden from quackitys fans until one day when quackity is streaming, m/n comes into his room with food and didn't know he was live? :>

I would like to say I’m so sorry for the delay!I’ve been very unmotivated recent,y BUT here’s what I came up with :)

Quackity liked to keep his favourite things hidden far, FAR away from the public-in fear of some of his scarier fans ruining his favourite things for him, but they can’t ruin what they don’t know about, right?

That’s why quackity chose to keep you a secret (only he could ruin you ;) he knew that people could spread hate to you if they ever found out and he wanted no such thing to happen!

One day, quackity had decided to text his boyfriend-letting him know he’d decided to stream for that day:

‘Hola amor, just letting you know that I’ll be streaming all day, but don’t worry-I’ll buy us pizza later!’

He checks his phone a few minutes later to check for m/n’s reply..but…there wasn’t one?how odd..

He had decided to continue to stream despite knowing his boyfriend didn’t reply, not bothering to lock the door nor call his boyfriend to tell him about his plans..

*BANG*

The noise startled quackity (and frankly-everyone wa ptching his stream) as a taller, muscular man burst in, wearing only a pair of bright red boxers, accompanied with a tight fitting shirt;M/n was fixing the hairclips he had in his hair had burst through the door loudly, beginning to ramble, completely unaware of the entire situation “Hey sweetheart, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe his the gym ‘nd-..”he quickly trailed off, realising that quackity was streaming to fifty THOUSAND people…and he has just walked right into it.

Thousands of messages began to appear in quackitys chat as he panicked and dragged m/n out of the room.”Hey baby..I’m so, so sorry I didn’t know you were streaming and-“you begin to ramble, the words spilling out of you like a waterfall as you gaze down at the smaller man, teary eyed.

Quackity merely smiles at you, as he strokes your cheek gently “It’s alright, you didn’t know..that’s on me for not locking the door” I roll my eyes “quit putting the blame on yourself, Q, I should’ve been paying more attention, I heard you screaming in your room and well-I just assumed it was y’know…you being you..” quackity chuckles at the response, gently pulling m/n’s top so he can gently peck his lover on the cheek.

“I love you..but, we might need to introduce you now..ik e felt my phone vibrating with messages from people for the past few minutes..” m/n let’s out a hearty laugh as he takes his lovers’ hand, as they walk back towards quackitys stream, surprisingly watching all the love and positivity fill the chat.,

Huh..

Maybe sharing his favourite things with his audience isn’t so bad..

A/n: I’m a bit late but HAPPY SAINT PATRICKS DAY RAAA (I’ve never been more proud to be born and raised in Ireland, I love being Irish 💪)

Anyways slán agus oíche maith :)

#tumbleweedbee #quackity x gn!reader #male yn #quackity x reader fluff #quackity x you #quackity x reader #quackity x male reader #quackity #qsmp

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