#im so sorry for flooding the tag with my shitty gifs but I made one (1) and now im addicted please forgive me

[julibeeline]

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.

#dream smp #mcyt x reader #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity angst #quackity imagine #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #karl jacobs #sapnap angst

[hopelikethemoon]

Conclusions (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Conclusions  Rating: PG-13 Length: 2100 Warnings: Angst (fear of abandonment, jumping to conclusions)  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in November 1992. Shoutout to @heather-lynn​ for unintentionally convincing me to finish this.  Summary: Reader wakes up alone.

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Despite how exhausted you were every day, sleep seemed to be a rather difficult pursuit to achieve. A pursuit that seemed to evade you until those last few hours before your alarm clock went off and a new day was forced to begin. Even on the weekends, your body refused to let you get more than a handful of hours of sleep. 

Being pregnant sucked. At least you weren’t throwing up quite as frequently as you were in those first few months. 

Recently — very recently — you had discovered that Javier was pretty good at putting you to sleep. Sure, he gave a killer back massage, but his real skills came from his mouth. That first night with him hadn’t given him the opportunity to show off what his mouth could do. 

All Javi had to do was spend an hour or so between your legs, helping you crest over the edge, and in the post-orgasm haze your body finally gave in and let you relax. 

But just because he got you to fall asleep, didn’t mean the baby growing inside you would let you stay asleep. Like clockwork, somewhere around one or two in the morning you’d find yourself wide awake until you finally fell back asleep somewhere around five. It was torture. 

The sunlight streaming through your bedroom window was what started to wake you up at first. You stirred, stretching your legs out beneath the covers — seeking a cool spot to keep them as you started to roll over onto your other side.

“What time is it?” You mumbled, eyes still closed as you reached out beside you. Your heart sank as you found the bed beside you empty. 

It was the weekend. Javier always stayed over for the weekend. 

You ran your hand over the sheets beside you, finding them cool to the touch. He hadn’t been laying there for at least an hour. Maybe longer. 

Had he said something about not being able to stay? As far as you knew, he wasn’t on assignment this weekend. Javier tried his best to avoid being thrown into the field over the weekends — it was the only time the two of you could just be.

A rush of unbidden emotion flooded your senses. 

What if he had left? What if, at some point last night, he’d decided he didn’t want this. The baby. You. 

And that cut you to the core. 

Maybe you deserved it. After all, you’d been the one to leave him first. Was this how he felt the morning after? Confused. Alone.

You rolled onto your back, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes in a vain attempt to forestall the tears that you felt brimming in them. You couldn’t fucking stand how emotional you were. You were never one to cry. You’d been through too much shit in your life to sit around and cry about it… but pregnancy?

Everything made you want to cry. 

But this? The sudden rush of fear that Javier had finally had enough of this bullshit, made you want to crawl into a hole and die. You could do this alone, if you had to… but you couldn’t do it in Colombia.

Knowing what it felt like to be loved by him — losing that? You weren’t going to subject yourself to the pain of having to work across an office from him. Maybe they’d let you transfer to another office stateside. 

You could go back to Atlanta, if they’d have you there. You’d left on good terms and given your situation, you’d take a shitty desk job just to stay with the agency. You’d work your way back up from the groundfloor if you had to.

The tears fell freely, trailing down over your temples and dampening your pillow just above your ears. You stared up at the ceiling, willing yourself to stop jumping to conclusions. But you were already mapping out a future for you and your baby that didn’t include Javier. And that brought on a fresh wave of tears. 

You could do this on your own. You didn’t need anyone. You were actually really good at living your life alone. Besides, you wouldn’t be alone if you had your daughter. You wouldn’t fail her the way you had been failed. 

Reluctantly you sat up, wiping away the tears as they slid down your cheeks. Fuck. What a shitty way to start off a Saturday — crying almost always caused you to suffer through a headache for the rest of the day.

Thanks Javier.

You frowned as your eyes flickered to the corner of the room, where Javier’s jeans had been tossed last night. They were still right there, untouched… alongside his boots. Huh. While he had plenty of pairs of extra pants stored in your dresser — he only had the one pair of boots.

Somehow you doubted he’d been in such a haste to leave that he’d fled your apartment barefoot.

You looked towards your bedroom door as you heard a shuffling sound on the other side of it, just before it was pushed open slowly and Javier popped his head through the crack. He looked surprised to see you awake, though that surprise quickly shifted into worry as he met your eyes. “Baby, have you been crying?”

“No.” You lied, wiping at your cheeks. 

“Hey…” Javier said gently as he climbed into bed with you. He reached out and took your hands into his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them. “Baby, what’s wrong?” 

You shook your head as you looked away from him, your eyes fixed on the window. “I feel like a fucking idiot.” You admitted, squeezing his hands tightly, before you pulled your hands from his grasp. “Oh my God.” You covered your face as you brought your knees towards your chest as tears started to fall anew. 

Javier hesitated at first. You couldn’t blame him for being confused. When else had he had to deal with a hormonal pregnant woman? “Baby. Baby.” He reached out, running his hand over your back before he moved to sit behind you, pulling you back against his chest. 

You turned, tucking your head under his chin as you let him hold you. “I hate crying.” You complained, sniffling as you wiped away your tears as they slid down your cheeks. “I hate it.” 

“You wanna tell me why you’re crying?” He questioned, playing his fingers through your hair, cradling the back of your neck. 

“It’s stupid.” You admitted. “So fucking stupid.” 

“I bet it isn’t,” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

You sighed heavily, your voice wavering as you answered him. “I thought you left.” 

“What?” You felt the way he stiffened beneath you and it made your heart ache. 

“I woke up and you weren’t in bed.” You started, chewing on your bottom. “I immediately jumped to conclusions and assumed you left.”

“Baby, why would you think that?”

“Because I’m pregnant.” You shoved him lightly in the chest, pulling back to meet his eyes. 

“All these tears are because you thought I left?” He questioned, arching a brow as he regarded you. 

“I told you it was stupid.” You pulled yourself out of his hold, trying to move away from him. “Let go, I need to pee.” 

Javier’s arms went slack around you, letting you crawl out of the bed and away from him. You ducked out the bedroom door, heading across the hall to the bathroom. 

You did need to pee, but in reality, you just wanted to escape from him. Just for a little while. 

At first, you’d thought the sleepless nights, nausea, and the constant need to pee would be the worst part of pregnancy, but in reality it was the tidal wave of emotions that constantly plagued you. Honestly, the men at work were lucky you hadn’t turned them in eunuchs over the slightest inconvenience. 

Fresh tears started falling again as you sat on the toilet. You hadn’t fully addressed just how much you were afraid of him leaving you. Sure, you’d said as much to him (maybe not in so many words) but the fear was real and ever-present. You didn’t need him, but you wanted him. You desperately wanted him to stay. 

And you still hadn’t even told him that you loved him. Those three little words still lived somewhere deep inside of you, too precious to let loose until you were positive he wasn’t going to break your heart. 

You hadn’t bothered to lock the door in your haste, which meant there was nothing preventing Javier from barrelling straight into the bathroom with you.

“Javier! Get out.” You hissed, grabbing the spare roll of toilet paper and chucking it at him. “We are not at this level yet.” 

“Baby, I held your hair up while you puked up a day’s worth of food three nights ago. You sitting on the toilet isn’t going to sour a goddamn thing.” Javier picked up the roll of toilet paper, sitting it on the sink as he knelt down beside you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.” 

You rolled your eyes, scoffing quietly as you stared down at the floor in front of you. “Don’t apologize, Javi. You’re allowed to get out of bed,” You grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped at the tear tracks on your cheeks. “I’m just being fucking emotional.” 

He reached out and gave your knee a squeeze, “Look, I don’t know much about pregnancy, but I think it’s pretty normal to be emotional, baby. Don’t beat yourself over this.” 

You clenched your eyes closed for a moment, before you finally focused your gaze on him. “I just hate how quickly I jumped to the conclusion, Javi. I didn’t even consider that you might’ve been—”

“Making breakfast for you?” Javier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your knee, before he peeled himself up off the floor. “I thought I’d do something nice and make breakfast for you. So you didn’t have to get out of bed yet.”

You sniffled, wiping away another tear as it slid down your cheek. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed, Javi.” You mumbled, chewing on your bottom lip as you felt it tremble. “Now I feel like an even bigger ass.” 

“Baby.” He sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m not gonna stand here and let you beat yourself up about this.” You stared at him for a long moment, before he clicked his tongue against his teeth and jerked his head towards the door. “Come on. Your tea’s gonna be cold by the time we get back out there.”

You stood up and flushed the toilet, before moving to wash your hands off at the sink. “Are you going to keep watching me?” You questioned, turning to look at him.

“Yeah. I don’t trust you not to lock the door after I walk out of here.” He gave you a pointed look. “C’mere, baby.” Javier held his arms out for you. “I’m not going to judge you for how you react. Ever.”

You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “I just hated how I felt.” You admitted, looking up at him as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” He promised you, giving your hips a squeeze as they settled there. “I promise you, you’re stuck with me.” 

“I know.” You sighed, rubbing at the spot between your brows. “Did you say you made tea?”

“You got a headache?”

“Of my own making, unfortunately.” You grumbled. “Maybe a little caffeine from the tea will help it.” 

“I made your favorite,” Javier told you with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the spot your fingers had just soothed. He pressed a second kiss to your nose and then a third to your lips. “Do you have anything planned for today?”

You shook your head slowly. 

“Good.” He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “I think we deserve a day spent in bed.” 

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “I think it might do us both some good.” 

You reached down and interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing three times. How had you let yourself be so easily convinced that he was going to leave you? The way he looked at you — the way he’d always looked at you — was not the look of a man who had plans to abandon you. That sort of adoration was a once in a lifetime thing.

And you’d both been willing to wait for it. 

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader