#karls eyebrows need their own movie

[mrsbonesmccoy]

karl urban's eyebrows

#karl urban #john cho #star trek beyond press #karls eyebrows need their own movie #im bored and need more karl #my gifs #karlurbanedit

[amor-brooklynn]

*^ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞... ^* 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬

𝐜𝐰: 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬), 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞!), 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚), 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝! <𝟑

this was super rushed since i have a ton of homework but this was a great request so i just had to do it as soon as i could ToT

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(this was requested from anon <3) this is not proofread, so tell me if i need to fix something! :]

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sub!karl jacobs x dom!fem!reader

(im sorry i keep doing fem!reader i just dont have experience with males since im female :')

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it had been two long weeks with your new stepbro, in who you thought was a big baby. but damn, was he cute.

yeah, in your defense, he could be a bit childish...and really innocent too... but there was something about him that just pushed you to so close to the edge to ruining him completely. oh the fantasies you had.

tonight was a normal night for your family, your parents being out of the house for who-knows-what, and you and karl just chilling in your rooms all day until dinner. you guys would often end up hanging out in karl's room and watching movies, talking about school and friends, parties, and just life in general for you two. sometimes you would share small, cute intimate moments together, like soft kisses and cuddles on the couch when your parents weren't home.

you would like to make dirty jokes to karl, as you found it amusing to see him try to understand what you meant by them. but you being the little horny, needy human you are, you wanted him. and you wanted him NOW.

like said earlier, your parents weren't home, so you and karl agreed to watch a movie. a movie that you were choosing. and being the little devil you are, you decided to turn on a romantic but spicy movie. well, to... you know... "set the mood."

so, when you sat down next to karl on the fuzzy, soft couch, you had already had the movie ready on the TV.

"so, what's this?" he asked, not moving his eyes away from the TV, but slightly tilting his head towards you.

"a movie. duh." you replied, while grabbing the remote and pressing play.

the first couple minutes were fine, no weird sex scenes and naked women, but you were getting impatient.

"lame." the one word was stretched out as you reached over in front of you to retrieve the remote, forwarding the movie to the 'best' parts.

"what the- why is she screaming? is he hurting her?" karl asked innocently, clearly not knowing what was going on. he was too innocent for his own good.

was too innocent.

"no, karl. he's making her feel good." you answered smuggly and chuckled.

"but she's screaming." he argued back and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"she's screaming out of pleasure." you answered unhesitantly, trying to help him get the hint. does he even know what sex is?

"pleasure??"

you took a minute to contemplate your next move. that's when you had an idea.

"do you want me to show you?" you asked, and turned to look at him, his confused gaze on the movie quickly turned to look back at you.

"show me..? show me what?" he asked and tilted his head slightly.

"show you what i mean by pleasure." you replied as you smirked and stood up.

"um... okay. but i dont know if i trust you." he joked and stood up with you. you reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling him to your room.

once you arrived, you gripped the door handle and pulled the door open, leading karl inside.

you pointed at your light purple bed, that you could have sworn had a light lavender smell, and said, "lay down, okay? i'll be ready in a minute."

you realized that he was extremely tense and nervous. so, you knew it would be better if you took it slow on him first. you heard the soft squeak of your bed when karl laid down, and you turned aroundto face him, slowly taking off your hoodie in the process.

"w-what are you doing?! you c-cant just change in front of me!" karl's face was blanketed in a crimson red, and he covered his face with his hands, turning away quickly.

you giggled at his reaction and walked over to him at the edge of the bed.

"karl, its okay. this is a part of it." you reassured him and tugged off your shorts, now exposed to him with your black lace bra and panties.

he slowly raised his hands off his face and glanced at your body.

"i-i dont see where this is going, y/n..." he stuttered and moved to where he was sitting up instead.

"trust me, you'll see where it goes soon." you whispered lowly, and bent down, slipping your hands into the waistband of his sweatpants, and slowly pulling them down and off his legs.

he didn't say anything out of embarrassment, he just watched you.

you stood back up once more, and instead tugged off his shirt over his head, and it seemed as if he was getting more comfortable.

"is this part of it..? i mean, it just seems a little- well you know- weird because we're technically sibling and we shouldn't be changing in front of each other- a-and i just, i cant just look at women's bodi-" he kept rambling, so you simply shut him up by pulling him into a rough and desperate kiss.

he whimpered softly into the kiss and when you pulled away, he was as stiff as a board.

"w-why did you just-" he cut himself off and made eye contact with you.

you smirked slyly, "we're just getting started."

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.

you were finally stripped down and exposed to each other, and you were positioned on top of karl, making sure that he was absolutely positive he was comfortable.

"karl, be honest with me, are you 100% positive you're not feeling uncomfortable right now?" you asked and caressed his cheek softly.

he nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, prepared for what's about to happen.

you smiled and went down to position his cock at your entrance, before barely sliding the tip in. he whimpered and gripped the bed sheets, he was nervous you could tell.

"hey, it's okay. you're gonna do good for me, baby." you reassured and left a light peck on his lips.

he inhaled sharply and nodded, "i-i'm ready."

you smiled again and this time took in all of his length. he was definitely just a little bit above average, which was enough for you.

he let a breathy moan out and whispered your name, too.

"can i move?" you asked and leaned down to where your head was in the crook of his neck.

"yes- please yes." he said and wiggled a little bit under you out of impatience and excitement.

you started to move your hips up and down on his length, constantly praising him about how good he was doing for you, and how amazing he looked beneath you.

after a couple minutes or so, you started to pick up the pace, skin slapping loudly, and you and karl moaning each other's name over and over again.

"so good for me karl. so so good, behaving like a good boy, hm?" you cooed and left little bite marks on his neck.

"i-i'm a good boy! just for you, m-mommy..." the last word started to die in his throat when he realized what he had said. "w-wait, im so sorry- i really d-didn't mean to, it just kind of came out- i-im sorry, i-it wont happen again!" he apologized and tears started to fall from his eyes from shame and embarrassment.

you slowed down your movements and rested your hand on his cheek. "hey, hey! it's fine, baby. i like that. you should call me that more often actually." you comforted him, and smirked. "i like that name."

you wiped the tears gently from his face and asked, "do you wanna keep going?"

"yes, please. i-im sorry for-"

you lifted your index finger up to his mouth, "you have nothing to be sorry for, love. it's okay." you said and continued moving on him.

your pace quickened rapidly, and you could tell he was close, but he had no idea what was happening, so he didn't know what to say.

"wait wait wait! please stop- please." he begged and you stopped your motions.

"what's wrong..? did i do something?" you asked out of pure concern and he shook his head rather quickly.

"no! i just- i-i dont know. i get this weird feeling and i dont know what it is i- i'm just scared." he answered truthfully and you knew what he meant.

it was awkward to say, but you had to explain it to him one way or another so... "it's called an orgasm, karl."

"what..?"

"it's something that happens when you reach the height of a sexual arousal... um.. and it's also called cumming." you said, looking away out of awkwardness and embarrassment.

he realized you were embarrassed and felt ashamed for asking you a 'dumb' question. but it really wasn't his fault. "i-im sorry mommy... i shouldn't have said anything."

you looked back at him and shook your head, along with a slight giggle. "it's alright, karl. stop saying sorry so much. it's not your fault you didn't know." you reassured and moved just a slight bit on him.

"k-keep going... please." he begged and thrusted his hips up into you a bit, earning a gasp from you.

you threw your head back and sighed in pleasure, bouncing on him once more as he started to thrust his hips along with you.

he raised up his hands and gripped your waist pulling you up and down, not forcefully, but gently, making sure that you both were comfortable.

you were surprised by his actions but also quite prideful.

"f-fuck... karl, gonna cum." you warned and your bounces started to get more rough, same with his thrusts.

"m-mhm! c-can i cum with you, m-mommy?" he moaned out and you glanced down at his teary and desperate eyes and smiled.

"go ahead, baby."

and just like that, he was moaning out your name, thrusting into you one last time before you gently but swiftly got off to get a towel from the bathroom that was located in the corner of your room.

once you had gotten back, he was pretty much already passed out, you could see that he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"i'm gonna clean you up, okay?"

he nodded lazily and leaned his head back against the pillow, as you cleaned him off from his hips down to his thighs, and then pulling up boxers back up on to him. you gave yourself the same treatment.

after you both were cleaned up, including your bed, you climbed over him and laid beside him, cuddling him from behind. you loved this feeling, being able to know that your cuddling him like there is no tomorrow and also knowing that you have achieved what you aimed for the most:

consuming him and corrupting him whole.

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1,785 words/9,571 characters.

this one was extremely rushed and kind of lazy. im sorry ive just had no motivation recently and work and school suck rn :') but i did try so i hope this is what you were looking for lol. have a great day/night and be you! <3

#karl #karl jacobs #karl x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl x y/n #karl jacobs x y/n #dsmp #siblings #smut #karl smut #karl jacobs smut #dsmp smut #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #lazy

[cyberp-1-nk]

Okay my last idea! This one is with RE simp party!

Addict is at the factory with Karl and he is off doing his own thing until suddenly he hears some rock music coming from somewhere....he obviously has never heard it before and isn't used to having music playing in his factory. So he looks for Addict and finds her with a Bluetooth speaker just blasting some rock music as she works on cleaning her gun and since it's hot in the factory I can imagine she just wearing a sports bra and leggings or something....so it leaves little to imagination and Karl is just sitting there like.....🧍‍♂️

"smash or pass?" "smash"

(that just popped into my head I'm sorry....dhjds)

It can go in any direction you feel like making it, hehe I just thought it'd be funny to see Karl mentally freaking out and little hot and brothered by it since he doesn't get much physical attention....

[ Alone with you - RE Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Heisenberg walks in on Addict, and gets absolutely flustered.

PAIRINGS; Heisenberg x Addict

CONTENT WARNINGS; Spicy content

NOTE; No comment..

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

CHARACTER COUNT; 8,381

Karl's eyes flashed open and all he could see was the white wall.

 

He clenched his eyes shut and reopened them, this time, staring at the closed curtains that masked the window. He had to make sure he was in the right place and everything wasn’t a dream from last night. Feeling the soft sheets over his body, he turned his head but his eyes only met the empty half of the bed he lied in. Knitting his eyebrows, he leaned up and stared around the plain room. Karl pulled on a pair of pants and opened the door to his bedroom, looking up and down the hallway, but seeing no one. The rough floor supported his feet as he moved down the hallway to the top of the stairs, looking down and hearing the muddled noise of . Descending the carpeted steps, his feet met with the cool wooden floor of the kitchen and he saw Addict.

Heisenberg leaned his body on the opening to his factory, his eyes slightly hazed as he stared intently at Addict's figure and his mind dwindling. His eyes narrowed open as he felt a contented tightening to his pants, signaling his current arousal to the situation. He did his best to ignore his body's pleas and sighed to himself. He hadn't had much psychical contact from anyone, especially since he got here. 

It was the first time he saw her full figure; the skin on her chest dipping in a V from the cleavage generated by her breasts. The black sports bra on her chest teased him cruelly and he suddenly became overzealous. The “Look-Don’t-Touch” rule didn’t apply and his hands itch to greedily grapple around her hips and yank her forward towards him. A soft huff came from her lips and he looked back to her face, trying to conceal his needs. He turned to leave, stumbling slightly as he knocked over one of the blunt objects in the room. 

She heard the object crash against the ground and practically jumped out of her skin, her frightened eyes turning to meet Karl as he froze in his tracks. Addict let out her deeply held breath and put a hand on her chest, taking a couple breaths to steady herself. Karl cocked an eyebrow, “You alright?”

 

“Yeah... just scared me, is all.” She replied and Karl picked up the small item. He grew even more curious at her jumpiness; it had been a long time since he startled her and something like falling down shouldn’t have caused it. He steadied the item on the side of the standing table in the middle of the room and jumped up on the table, sitting on the edge. His hands rested in between his legs, “Should go inside and get some sleep, it's late.”

 

“No... I wouldn’t be able to if I tried.” Addict stood with her back to him, beginning to go back to cleaning her weapon. Knowing another question was about to be thrown her way, she briefly glanced over her shoulder at Karl, “I’m just not tired right now.”

 

Heisenberg's demeanor seemed to change for a second as he examined Addict, and for the first time in a while, she felt confident under his gaze. Her fingernails lightly raked against her thighs and she looked at the floor, “Have you been staring? I felt like someone was staring at me even before I knew you were in here,”

 

Her toes curled and she squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment before she looked back over at Karl. His lightly-colored eyes were narrowed, but he didn’t speak and slowly his gaze dropped to the sheets below him. “Because... it’s alright if you were..I definitely wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I would be lying if I said I didn't find it hot.'

 

Karl's gaze forced itself back up to look at her, “What?”

 

“I’m tired of whatever innocence we keep telling ourselves we have between us.” Addict turned fully to face him, her leg tucking itself under her rear, “I am so physically and mentally frustrated by it I can’t stand it anymore.”

 

“You're just tired,” Karl uncomfortably shifted as he saw Addict leaning towards him, “You wouldn’t be saying this stuff-“

 

“It’s not clouding my mind,” Addict proceeded to lean forward and rest her weight on her hand, “If anything its letting me speak my mind for once about something I have been denying myself for a long, long time...”

 

Karl didn’t stop her as she neared him, it felt like slow motion. She was absolutely right, whether it was really her talking or her just being tiredly blunk, she spoke the truth. He could feel something odd between them for a while, not knowing what it was.

 

Addict's warm lips pressed up against his, making a tremor of indulgence pulse through his body. She rested her hand on his cheek and pushed up against him, Heisenberg eaning back, letting her do her bidding. She swung her leg over him, straddling his waist as she kept her lips locked on his. One hand kept her elevated, her other caressed his chest and her fingernails gently scratching across the clothes clasped to his skin. With what lingering ecstasy that was still left in her body, her senses still had some sort of sharpness to them. Scent, touch, taste; it was all so invigorating.

 

Karl's hands couldn’t help but explore, even though his mind was still mildly against the situation he was in. His hands tingled at the touch of her soft legs, his fingers scaling up to the boundary that were her jagged shorts. Feeling her fingernails scraping down his shirt made his heart hasten; he desperately wanted to feel those nails on his bare skin. 

Addict finally broke the long kiss and leaned up, immediately stripping the jacket off his upper body. She tossed it to the floor and stared down at him, her brown eyes vivid with anticipation. Karl's jaw tightened at the look she was giving him; also not being able to tear his eyes from her shirtless composure. The only thing keeping her from being completely shirtless was that sports bra hugging her chest. Addict tilted her head at him, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. There was a battle brewing in that head of his.

 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, seeing Karl struggling not to look at her nakedness. She rolled her eyes, “Think you’re taking advantage of me?”

 

“Just don’t want you...” Karl almost bit his tongue, “Regretting it later.” As he spoke those words, he looked down to her thin abdomen, 

“I won’t regret a thing.” Addict said and his silver eyes met with her stare,

 

“You say that now.” Heisenberg said sternly and Addict shook her head, leaning over his face as her brown locks dangled off her shoulders,

 

“I don’t regret one thing when it comes to you. What makes you think I’m going to start now?” She whispered to him, her free hand pressing up against hers cheek, “Are you afraid that things will change between us?”

 

“I don’t know.” Karl said, obviously lying about the real reason. He hadn't done this in a long time, he hadn't ever felt the need for being touched intimate…until he met her.

Addict got closer to Karl's face, her lips brushing up against his, “Let me prove it to you...”

 

Addict pushed her soft lips against his once again, reached up behind her back to let go of the tightness around her chest. Karl's heart slammed against his sternum went he felt the soft material of her bra drop down onto him. She took no time to toss it aside and slumped down, her breasts pressed up against him. He shuddered at the sudden warmth of her body on his, blood rushing through his body with eagerness. He feverishly kissed back, finally letting himself go. ‘Just trust her... don’t think about it anymore.’ he thought to himself. His hands finally traveled her body more, this time, up her tight back and across her smooth hips.

 

His fingers crossed the light chasm of her healing scar and her felt her lightly flinch at the touch. But she paid it no mind, keeping those intoxicating lips fastened on what she wanted. He felt her tongue traverse his bottom lip, and he couldn’t help but return the favor. Addict breathed in sharply when she felt his hand slide up her ribs and his thumb brush up the side of her breast. Underneath her, she could feel the warmth of his waist lighting up with excitement, causing her thrill to intensify. She broke the kiss once again and leaned up, her fingers nimbly picking at the button of her shorts.

 

Karl felt heat on her chest and breathed sharply once she felt his lips up against her collar bone. Before he knew it, she wiggled out of those jean shorts she had worn without him barely even noticing. It was enticing to see how much charge she was taking. He didn’t think she had it in her to be so straightforward. 

"I'm going to enjoy this.."

#simp party #simp party my beloved #resident evil simp party #addict and karl hours #addict my beloved #bro the tension.. #the musty man finally going to get some bitches #He's a bottom yall

[monstermaster13]

Hooked On Machines

karl heisenberg ftm tg.

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Horror protagonists have multiple categories to them, there’s the badass ones and survivors that everyone considers to be awesome because they overcome their fears, and then there are ones so dumb you can’t believe they actually survived and Julie James and her friends fell under that category, it was hard to even believe these were the protagonists of their own horror movie yet alone survivors, several summers ago they nearly ran over a man named Benjamin Willis while drunk driving and since then Ben had been trying to get revenge on them, and after the recent encounter he had come back to life as one of the undead. He was still after them and he hadn’t given up, it’s just he needed some help. That’s when he came up with the idea of haunting them at the newest tourist attraction, the ‘cursed steel-mill’ attraction that had been hyped up as being the next big haunted attraction.

It just so happened that Julie was at the park that had the specific attraction in it and that’s what gave him the ingenious idea to haunt her there, the aim of the attraction was to teach about history, specifically how machines have improved throughout history but it was more effective as a scarezone than an educational attraction because there were lots of scare-actors that would jump out and surprise guests. Julie walked over to the attraction to take a look, she may have been your typical dumb slasher protagonist but she wasn’t careless, as she looked around, among the walls of the mills messages of ‘i know what you did’ and ‘i still know what you did’ and ‘i will always know what you did’ were sprawled all over. She felt uneasy as some cloaked figures lunged out and attacked her, and that’s when Ben manifested behind her…’Remember me?’ ‘Ben? As in the guy we nearly ran over?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You’re talking, you don’t usually talk.’ ‘I know i’m a silent killer usually but i’ve got something to say.’

“Look i’m sorry if what we did resulted in you wanting revenge.’

“You should have said several summers ago.”

“Please don’t kill me.”

‘Kill you? Why would I do that? I have something else planned for you.’ Julie gulped, worried about what that meant, she was worried that he’d violate her and she attempted to fight him off only for him to attack her and to send her falling onto a pile of steel parts, the smell of steam and smoke entered her nose which made her wheeze and cough several times, as she did she started to cough up black ooze, she then gasped as she saw her skin starting to roughen up and become a bit more rugged, her hands enlarged while a pair of black fingerless gloves materialized on them. ‘What’s happening to me?’ ‘You’re being fixed’. She struggled as her breasts retracted from within her t shirt as her chest and torso broadened and gained musculature, her arms also followed suit and gained muscle mass as her stomach also contorted.

Her clothing slowly constricted and reformed itself, becoming the outfit that the character Karl Heisenberg sported as her legs altered, her privates contorting into the more manly variant as her feet grew in size, she attempted to resist but she could already hear Karl’s voice in her head and she covered her ears, attempting to block out the voice, but it was no use. Her back and shoulders broadened, she slowly went up in height to 5’10 as her neckline contorted.

Her dark brown looks slowly lightened until they were a silverish color, becoming much longer as her eyebrows thickened and her eyes widened…her skin maturing itself up as stubble formed around her chin while her eyelashes faded, her nose contorted and grew a bit in size while her features contorted to be more masculine, she didn’t recognize herself once she was done transforming physically, but she knew that her friend Ray Bronson was a fan of the game Resident Evil: Village and she recognized the character of Heisenberg. Some black soot entered her throat, making her cough up black ooze as her voice deepened and contorted to match her appearance, becoming Heisenberg’s voice with the tone to go with it, and she developed his abilities as well and discovered she could manipulate metal.

A couple of seconds later and Heisenberg’s voice had entered her mind again as she or rather didn’t remember being Julie James but rather Karl Heisenberg, Heisenberg chuckled to himself as the transformation finished as he watched his rear shrink down in size to finalize the transformation and to signify that ‘she’ wasn’t living there anymore. ‘Success, I finally got back at you for it.’ ‘And it’s quite a good job you did too, and such an improvement.’

Just then a deformed humanoid fish-man skipped over to him, it was Salvatore Moreau who had managed to make some new friends by getting a job as an aquarium tour guide and also he saw a very kind person who gave him a pet fish as a present. ‘Hi there Karl, i’m sorry I am late. I was busy making new friends and looking after my new fish. I’ve learned a lot from hanging out with them.’ ‘I bet you have.’ Dimitrescu and Donna both appeared next to Moreau, Alcina of course was having trouble trying to get in the entrance at first due to her height.

“Hurray, everyone’s here.”

‘Even her?’ Heisenberg quipped. ‘I heard that.’ “Relax sis, i’m just kidding.’ Alcina and Karl often fought with each-other for the affection of Mother Miranda but they never outright harmed each-other even if she did come across as stubborn at times. But that’s just how siblings are, siblings often argue and fight and don’t always agree on everything, that’s just how it goes…and sometimes even the most unloved sibling gets love now and then.

“I think we should hug..how about a hug, don’t forget me.”

‘Now why would I forget our favorite aquatic mutant sibling? Of course we wouldn’t forget you, Moreau.’ ‘You really think so?’ ‘Yes….’ Salvatore cheered as he hugged Karl, who then stood up on two ladders he had made to hug Alcina, and Donna hugged them both back while Angie jumped up and down happily. Even though these siblings were all very different, they all had something that connected them together and it wasn’t just their devotion to Miranda, or the cadou mold, it was their genuine understanding of each-other. True, Karl often did argue with Alcina but the fights never lasted that long, and they always made up in the end, and as long as they had each-other there were no problems. Salvatore was especially glad that people loved him for who he was and they weren’t turned off by his grotesque appearance, in fact some children genuinely loved him and loved his stories about marine life.

And thus comes to the lesson of the day, sometimes what you may think starts off as revenge-fics come to life can be surprisingly wholesome in the end and that is a good thing but most importantly the moral is never drive while under the influence, especially if you nearly run over someone who might just come back to get you later on, because that person knows what you did and there’s a chance they’ll still know what you did, and always will know what you did, take it from the four lords. ‘Remember to be safe out there when you’re going out for a drive.’ Karl instructed. ‘Drinking and driving don’t go to together at all. Always make sure you’re sober while driving’...Donna added. ‘Or else you’re going to crash which won’t be fun, for you anyway, but for me, heehee it probably will!’ Angie giggled as she added a line in.

“Blood is good, but not when yours is on the line.”

“And always be aware of who might be on the road when you go out.”

“If you have to drink before you drive, try water instead.”

‘It’s not good to get hammered, and take it from me, someone who specializes in using a hammer.’ ‘Remember to be safe, all of you.’ And thus our story ends with that very important moral delivered to you by the four lords, and also by yours truly, remember..be safe when you’re out driving, and to always be careful. Don’t be like Julie James and her friends.

#Monstermaster13 #Heisenberg tf

[dysfunctionalcrab]

chapter three: only for the grade

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pairing: dream x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: after you think that you finally made a friend after a long time, you stumble across a conversation you weren’t meant to hear

word count: 1.7K

the week that followed was the best week at school since you started high school four years ago

coming home from school just to see a text message from dream asking ‘are you home safe?’ filled you with so much joy than you could’ve possibly imagined. because somebody cared.

the chemistry project was moving along smoothly. granted, dream didn’t exactly have a phD, in chemistry, but he was willing to listen and learn when he didn’t understand something, which made him much more bearable as a project partner.

“okay, did you work out the calculations?,” you questioned. you two were lying on your living room floor, notebooks, papers and textbooks scattered all over the carpet and sofa. you were resting on your front, propped up on your elbows and head leaning on your palms. not exactly the most comfortable way to be studying but your bedroom was way too small for the both of you.

dream gave you a strange look “i was meant to do calculations?”

you rubbed your eye tiredly, then closed the booklet, shooting him a playful but serious look “never mind,”

school days were much more endurable too, as you walked up and down the corridors to get to your next lesson, people would give you weird looks and stare at you.

they knew. it was a terrifying change, going from practically invisible to the centre of everything at once. you’d been spotted walking home back to your house with him, but people being people, rumours already started circulating around the school that the two of you had something going on.

obviously, homework wasn’t the only thing you did. you hung out like normal friends, watched movies or just had normal conversations. even the rest of the football team, well, most of them, started getting more friendly with you

you sat in the library as normal, eating your lunch which you’d packed for yourself. you hated the cafeteria, it was unnecessarily loud and noisy, people were often throwing food around like pre-school kids and it overall just disgusted you.

you enjoyed the serenity of the library, everybody was either minding their own business on one of the computers or reading a book. dream had offered you to sit with him and his friends, but something about it scared you a little. maybe you were thinking too deep into it, but especially sapnap looked like they didn’t want you around.

with every class you had with him, you felt his eyes stabbing the back of your head, you didn’t like it one bit

nonetheless, you took another mouthful of the pasta you cooked, holding your book with the other hand, reading calmly. though it wasn’t calm for much longer.

“[y/n]!”

your heart almost jumped out of your fucking ribcage

you threw a hand over your mouth to stop a scream erupting, feeling your pulse beat rapidly in your ears. you turned to look behind you, only to see quackity giving you a friendly smile

“you didn’t have to scare me like that,” you told him harshly

“sorry,” quackity pulled up a chair beside you “i just really needed to speak to you,”

raising an eyebrow curiously, you set down your book, still a little startled from the sudden jump. “what about?” since you rarely spoke to quackity unless he was with karl

“about you and dream,”

you blinked at him blankly. “dream and i?”

“yes. you and dream. what’s going on between you two?”

you rubbed your temples frustratedly. “there’s nothing going on, whatever you’re hearing, they’re just rumours,”

“that’s such bullshit,” he accused. “there’s nothing happening between you two?”

“no. there’s nothing,” you answered sternly, desperate to make him leave you alone and let you continue to eat your lunch.

quackity went silent for a moment, and just as you thought he was going to leave, he sighed. you looked up at him again.

“right.” you sighed in response with an equal amount of annoyance that he did. “now what?”

“i just don’t get it,”

“get what?”

“he hangs out with you a lot lately,”

you tilted your head confusedly, you didn’t know whether or not to be offended

“is that a bad thing?” you questioned defensively.

“no! but you just don’t seem like the type he would like to hang out with,”

“what?”

“i didn’t mean it like that- but like he jumped from cheerleaders to socially awkward book nerds? i’m just curious how-,”

“excuse me?” if you weren’t offended before, you definitely were now. here you were just trying to enjoy a nice meal and read your book in peace, but a chatty beanie boy had other plans for you.

“no- i just,” he stuttered uselessly, quackity struggled to find the words, his hands flapped around desperately as his brain tried to catch with his tongue, muttering something incoherent.

“just be careful, is what i’m saying,” he finally said, gazing deep into your eyes with a concerned look

“be careful? is he some sort of serial killer or something? or is this going to be one of those cliché ‘he’s only using you for a grade!’ sort of thing,” you mocked.

he didn’t say anything in response.

“what are you even trying to say?” you asked him, trying to keep your tone low since you were still in a library, however it was hard since, you know, it was quackity

you scoffed. “i’m going to go have somewhere else, see you later quackity,” you glowered at him, shaking your head. you packed up the tupperware your lunch was in and shoved the book in your bag, leaving the library and him behind.

you understood where quackity was coming from, though he could’ve maybe worded it a bit better. you didn’t believe dream was like the rest of the team. he’d made you happier in a week than anyone ever did in a span of a year.

yet a strong feeling overtook your body as you walked the halls to your homeroom.

you stood by your locker at the end of the day, tiredly organizing your books and folders for tomorrow, your eyes widening suddenly as a small white piece of paper stuck out from one of the books.

luckily, it was just page of notes you told dream that you would give to him. you eyes wandered to the clock that hovered above your head, dream was probably still in the building. you could give it to him today, you thought.

you put the notes in your bag and adjusted the strap on your bag as that’s what exactly what you went to do. with a swift turn in the opposite direction, you headed to your home room, it was most likely he was there.

as you approached the familiar big blue door, through the small window you could see two people, easily identifying the as sapnap and dream.

your guess was they were either discussing the game or just having a chat after school. either way, it wouldn’t hurt to just interrupt and pass him the notes which he would soon need

you pushed down the door hand gently, but it would only open half way before bumping into something, only letting it open half way. you narrowed your eyes as you pulled back with the handle and pushed harder, only for it to hit something again.

the noise was enough for sapnap and dream to realise you were at the door.

“[y/n]?” you heard dream

you shot them both a small smile as they approached

“hey!” you greeted them awkwardly. sapnap and dream looked at you with curious faces

“what are you doing?”

“why is the door barricaded?”

“we just needed to discuss something,”

you nodded, not wanting to press further. you began to fiddle with the zip of you bag as you opened it again, pulling out the notes and passing it through the small gap that was there. dream took it from you, his fingers slightly brushing against yours, you quickly retreated your hands

“they’re the- uh, notes you asked for,” you told him.

he took a moment to inspect them, before looking back at you with a half smile. “thanks,”

“no problem,”

the three of you stood there, an awkward and uncomfortable silence hanging in the air. you bit your lip down to stop yourself from saying something else, while dream looked anywhere but your eyes.

“are you just going to stand outside like a creep?” sapnap spoke up, rather bitterly.

you shook out of your state, blinking a couple times before finally realising you should be off. “oh yeah-,” you nervously chuckled. “see you tomorrow, then,”

as they walked away from the door, you silently cursed at yourself accidentally for making things a little uneasy. you leaned against the wall beside it, being trapped in a shell of your own thoughts before taking out your phone, mindlessly scrolling through.

you found yourself going back to your conversation with dream the other night, smiling widely at the adorable picture of patches he’d sent you with all his textbooks, telling you that ‘patches is learning’. you laughed as you silently re-read the messages

“they’re so fucking weird, dude,”

your thumb stopped scrolling for second as you heard sapnaps voice. you rolled your eyes, not expecting anything less from since he had made it clear from all the daggers he’d been shooting at you with his eyes recently.

but you still leaned closer, anybody would be intrigued, right?

“how long are they going to be fuckin’ hanging around you?”

“don’t worry, only until the match,”

you suddenly felt your gut drop. what?

“what’s happening after the match?” sapnap continued

“i need this fucking grade on chemistry otherwise coach said i can’t play. all my grades have been fucked lately so i need this,” the way it fell from his lips was so effortless, like this was his only intention all along.

you swallowed a lump in your throat.

“and then after that- i guess i don’t need to speak to them again,”

right. that’s all you need to hear before you stormed off, with every step you felt yourself shrink, getting smaller and smaller. there was a sickness and an anger you’d never felt before melding at the bottom of your stomach.

you couldn’t even comprehend the fact you still had to work with him after hearing that. you knew it, you should’ve always stuck with what you told yourself. you didn’t need anyone, especially not someone who was only using you.

atleast quackity tried to warn you.

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[svpnap]

Hello! I'd like to request soft morning sex with c! Karl please :) male reader with he/him probouns if you could. If not gn reader :)

Also could I be 🪐 anon please <3

hi! so my style of writing doesn’t really use pronouns anyway, so you can just imagine what you are most comfortable with! & yes of course, welcome 🪐 anon, happy to have you here! & thanks for the request <3

soft mornings.

(karl x reader)

(cw: smut, no pronoun use. mdni)

it was the morning after a long night. both you, and your boyfriend karl knocked out as soon as the two of you got into his bed. you could’ve slept longer if the sun peeking through the window, and karl’s gentle touches on your leg didn’t wake you. you shivered at his fingertips tracing over your skin.

you hummed gently, acknowledging his touch, which caught his attention. karl looked down at you with tired eyes and messy hair.

“morning baby.” he whispered. his morning voice was still evident.

“morning.” you sweetly replied, stretching your limbs. you gazed over his features as his creeping hand worked higher and higher on your thigh, before stopping.

you pouted at the ceased movement and grabbed his hand, placing it on your crotch. you whimpered lightly at the feeling. he immediately caught onto what you were doing, gently beginning to palm you through your sweatpants, paired with soft kisses on your neck. his movements were slow and light.

you lightly squeezed your legs together at the sudden pleasure surging through you. your shaky breaths turning into soft whimpers.

“karl—“ you barely managed to croak out. “I need more.”

“so needy.” he whispered back. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, before slipping his own pants down. neither of you were bothered with the lack of foreplay, the exhaustion of yesterday still resting on your limbs. he just wanted you to relax and make you feel good.

karl pulled your sweatpants half way down your thighs, doing the same for himself. he just needed you. he lightly feathered kisses on your thighs, before pulling his cock out. he was already hard, having thought about you all night. the two of you were still laying down, as he lined himself up with you. he slowly slid himself in, and the two of you let out soft gasps, and small mutters of praise.

“fuck you feel so good just for me. I love when you’re around me like this.” he whispered between moans.

he grabbed your waist and began tiredly rutting himself into you. his thrusts were slow, but they were deep, hitting just where you wanted him every time. he dipped his head to rest in the crook of your neck, placing delicate kisses across your collarbones.

your hands made their way into his hair, tugging tightly on the strands in order to relieve some of the building tension.

with each thrust your moans grew louder and sloppier, losing yourself in the feeling. your face was buried in the pillows that laid beneath you— and karl smiled fondly at the sight.

you felt all the pleasure begin to rush to the bottom of your stomach, and your moans became choppy and shaky.

“karl mm’ gonna come.” your eyebrows pinched together, pleading for your climax.

“come for me.” he breathed, and that was all you needed to spill over the edge.

the feeling of you clenching around him, sent karl spiraling right after you. the room filled with sounds of desperate moans and pants, before falling comfortably quiet. the two of you laid in each other’s arms, coming down from your highs. he then eventually pulled out, turning his head towards you, with a soft gaze. he reached up, the pad of his thumb running over your lips before speaking.

“we should go get in the shower, then we can stay here for the rest of the day and watch a movie. I’ll let you pick.” he offered.

you were quick to perk up, the two of you spending the rest of the of your time together in other’s arms.

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[ilici]

a night to remember.

Summary: After a long 4 months of just bickering, they finally decide to meet up. (Second part to 'Pretty Little Lies')

NSFW MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: Choking, cockwarming, hair pulling.

Word Count: 2892

Dream had enough of the two bickering at each other, he finally slammed his desk with his hand, making the two come to a halt. “Will you two fucking shut the hell up?” He asked annoyed, and Y/N just scoffed while looking away from the screen. “You two have reached my breaking point.” He said, seeing George just look away and Y/N discord icon stop glowing green besides the few shuffling coming from her side. “All you two do now is just bicker, we get it you guys have sexual tension but for the love of God, please just shut the fuck up.” He begged, while George’s ears burned at the mention of sexual tension. Opening his mouth to speak, nothing came out as Y/N was the first to speak up, “If I buy a plane ticket to go and visit the UK will that help you?” She asked sarcastically, and Dream sighed in relief, “Yes! Yes it fucking would!” he said loudly, while Sapnap just listened in noting to himself that he saw George’s eyes light up at the thought of Y/N visiting him. “I was joking but sheesh fine, I will.” She mumbled, and George looked between the sleeping Dream icon, and the Coraline icon that belonged to Y/N.

“Do I not have a say in this?” George finally spoke up, and raised an eyebrow that disappeared behind his long hair. Sapnap now laughed dryly, “Don’t act as if you didn’t enjoy the idea of Y/N coming to you, you know damn well your eyes lit up at the mention of it.” He said, and George just shrunk down in defeat while Dream laughed at the boy’s reaction. “There I bought the plane ticket.” She said, and they heard a ding indicating someone had joined the call, “Why the fuck did I just get a message saying I bought a plane ticket to the UK?” Quackity asked, and Y/N laughed loudly, “It’s for me but I used your money since you owed me anyways.” She told him, while Quackity just stared at his screen in shock. “That’s it I’m leaving.” He said, leaving the call right afterwards. George was now silent, and playing with the strings on his hoodie, “How long will you be staying?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N hummed leaning closer to her mic, “About three months, I want to meet everyone else, not just George here.”

Nodding, Sapnap seemed satisfied with the answer, “Wear protection.” Dream said, and George snapped his gaze up looking back at the screen, “Shut up.” He muttered, embarrassed while Y/N just laughed to cover up the fact that she too was embarrassed. “Well, I leave for the UK in two days, I still have to find a place to stay.” She explained, and George rubbed his chin before he came to a decision in his head, “You can stay with me, I recently moved into an apartment that has two rooms, you can stay in there. Although I won’t be home until later when you arrive mainly because I’ll be recording a video with Tommy and Phil.” He told Y/N, and she just listened, “Alright, then that’s settled.” She said before she grew confused, “How will I get to the house?” She asked and George shrugged, “I could have Tommy and his dad pick you up when he comes to pick me up.” He said, and Y/N nodded even though no one could see her. 

“Sounds good to me.” She said, “Well I will arrive around 9 am, so.” She muttered, looking at her phone, “That’s perfect because Tommy said he’d be around at my apartment at 9:30, and the airport is only a 20 minute drive away.” He informed her, and she nodded, shooting Tommy a quick text and telling him to keep it under wraps since he was streaming. The other two in the call were silent, enjoying the time where George and Y/N weren’t arguing. “Well I better go, I need to go pack and I also need to fix my sleep schedule.” She sighed out, before saying her goodbye’s. Leaving the call, everything hit her like a brick. She was going to leave to see George in two days. Hearing her phone ring, she saw Sapnap was calling her, answering it she put it on speaker so she could hear him while she got ready to pack. “Hey Sap.” She said, and Sapnap greeted her back, “I was wondering if I could see your face before you leave to see George.” He asked, in a very rushed way which was difficult for Y/N to keep up with.

Laughing to herself, she shrugged as Sapnap was one of her best friends and she planned on face revealing to him anyway. Clicking the FaceTime option, she propped her phone up so he could see her packing. Sapnap answered it, only showing half of his face, before his eyes widened at Y/N. She changed a bit from what George had described four months prior, “Wow, George was right. You are hot.” He said, and Y/N laughed, “Although you look a bit different apparently.” He said trying to pinpoint what looked different on her, “Oh, my hair is longer and I also dyed the the underneath of my hair.” She told him, and he nodded noting that her hair did look different from what George said. “Are you nervous?” He asked her, trying to keep the conversation going and Y/N shrugged, “A bit, mainly because I feel like when we meet things will be awkward, and we will manage to argue.” She said, while Sapnap just nodded in understanding.

“Well, if you ask me, I think meeting Tommy is going to be worse, mainly because he get’s to see your face.” He told her, and Y/N grimaced at the thought of the loud child bragging about seeing her face. “Don’t remind me.” She grumbled, while Sapnap laughed at her reaction, “Well, that’s all I need to pack.” She said after a three hour long call with her friend. “I’ll see you later, sleep well.” Sapnap said, before ending the call leaving Y/N to her own thoughts. Shooting Dream a text, asking her for advice that she’d read when she woke up. Sighing, she laid down in bed looking up at her ceiling that seemed bare to her now ever since she took off the stars. “God why did I do this?” She muttered to herself, covering her eyes with her arm before drifting off to sleep.

Finally, it was the day she was leaving for the UK. She was at the airport with her two suitcases waiting to board the plane. She had coffee in her hand as it was super early for her, and she was on call with Callahan who didn’t speak back but would text responses in return. “Callahan, I board in seven minutes holy shit.” She said, starting to panic a little, and Callahan quickly tried to calm her down making some typos along the way. “Okay I can do this.” She whispered to herself, and Callahan sent a message telling her that she’d be alright and he’d be here for her when she landed. Callahan planned on staying on the call, even though he’d be left alone for some hours. Their plan was as soon as she lands, she’d join the call and let him know she had landed. Thankfully he’d be awake as he was busy coding stuff for the new manhunt. “Well that’s my plane, I’ll see you after I land.” She told him, and he sent a quick goodbye before she left the call.

Y/N got on the plane and decided she’d sleep the entire plane ride. She had thankfully gotten first class, so she had privacy. Reclining back, she put on the movie that seemed least interesting so she wouldn’t get engaged in it. Shortly falling asleep, she woke up a couple times and would restart the movie if it had ended. Finally, after what seemed like days she finally heard the voice saying they were landing. Stretching she groaned hearing her body crack, and got up when they officially landed. Walking out and going to get her luggage, she went to get something to eat and a drink She joined the call back to see that Karl was also in the call along with Dream. “Hey guys, I landed.” She spoke up, and she got a response from Callahan first, and Karl soon unmuted, “That’s good, I hope things go well.” He said, while Dream finally unmuted, “I was about to head to bed, but I’m glad you made it safely.” He said, before he muted again going back to whatever it was he was doing. Karl and Y/N spoke for a bit, till she got a message from Tommy saying he was here. 

Leaving the call, she walked out and looked around for the tall teenager, and finally spotted him looking at his phone with his face covered by a mask. “Hello Tommy.” She said, and Tommy looked up from his phone, seeing the girl approach him without a mask, figuring it was because she had food and a drink. Walking over to her, he pulled her into a hug, “Hello Y/N, I can’t wait to brag to George that I met you before him.” He said while the girl rolled her eyes, as someone grabbed her luggage that she was struggling to bring as her hands were full from the drink and food. “I bet.” She said, and they all got into his car, as she was full on jet lagged. “You can sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” The older male spoke up, and she thanked him, closing her eyes to let the sleep consume her. Feeling herself being picked up, she groaned a bit but kept her eyes closed wanting to go back to sleep.

Hearing muffled voices she could decipher some of the sentences, but the rest were just gibberish to her, “Let her sleep, I’ll wake her up when I get back.” She heard someone say, before she fell back asleep. George looked down at the sleeping girl and rolled his eyes, “First day here and she’s already getting treated like a princess.” He muttered under his breath sarcastically, as he had to carry her into the guest room. Getting up and leaving, he couldn’t help but think of what was to come. After 6 hours of hanging out, George walked into his apartment, and was shocked to see Y/N on the couch watching some random movie. “Hello Georgie.” She spoke, and George just looked at her, “Seems like you’ve made yourself at home.” He said walking over to the couch and sat down beside her, keeping his distance. Y/N looked over at him and her lips tugged up into a smirk, “What are you smirking about?” George asked, looking over at her.

“A little birdie told me that you said you’d give me a night to remember.” She told him, and George froze before he looked over at her once more, “I’m going to kill Sapnap.” He said gritting his teeth, and Y/N shrugged, turning her attention to the movie. “Why don’t you give me a night to remember then Georgie? Hm?” George now clenched his jaw as he turned his head grabbing Y/N’s jaw forcefully making her look over at him. “Someone’s being a bit cocky.” George said, and Y/N just looked at him and groaned when George moved his hand down wrapping it around her neck. “Not so cocky now, are we?” He teased, leaning forwards and chuckled into her ear. Y/N was genuinely shocked at how quick he switched. “It’s the first day, and you’re already wanting me to fuck the shit out of you.” He mumbled, and Y/N shivered, letting out a soft whine.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to.” She bit back, and George just looked at her before laughing dryly, “Who said I don’t want to?” He told her, as he grabbed some of her hair, forcing her head to lean back. Tightening his grip around her neck she whimpered out, and closed her eyes, clenching her thighs together. George noticed this and smirked, “Someone’s enjoying this.” He said, and Y/N was about to let out some curses but she bit her tongue to hold herself back. Moving his hand away from her throat, he started unbuckling his belt while Y/N watched him in a daze. “Stop staring and strip.” He demanded and Y/N immediately obeyed, stripping off her clothes. George looked at her body, and he bit his lips, “Come on then.” He said patting his now bare lap and Y/N quickly straddled his lap. 

“Since you’ve been so rude every time we talk, maybe it’s time I fuck some sense into you.” George whispered to her, as he grabbed her hips lifting her up so she could easily slide down onto his dick. “You’re on the pill right?” He asked, and Y/N just nodded her head, before she let out a loud moan at the feeling of George stretching her out. He leaned his head back, letting out a slight groan at the feeling. Tightening his grip on her hips when she tried to, she groaned, “Why?” She whined, and George just leaned forward moving her hair out of the way as he kissed the back of her neck, “You are to stay like this until I feel like fucking you.” He told her, and Y/N shivered at the kiss only listening because she enjoyed this feeling. “Such a good girl, I figured you would be a brat since you act like one.” His voice rang through her mind, and Y/N just whimpered leaning her head back on his shoulder.

“George, please I can’t wait any longer.” She begged, and George just smirked before he lifted her off of him, and threw her on the other side of his couch. Y/N yelped as she was thrown, before she had the chance to raise up George had a hold of her hips making her ass stick up in the air. Pushing down on her back so she was perfectly arching her back, he was holding onto her hips making sure he left bruises. Slamming into her, Y/N moaned out loudly, gripping one of the stray pillows that was near her. Biting her bottom lip, George kept relentlessly pounding into her while Y/N was now a blabbering mess. George enjoyed this as he reached forwards grabbing a handful of her hair and tugged on it. “You look so beautiful like this, so sweaty for me.” He teased, while Y/N just let out an incoherent ‘fuck you’. 

Not liking this, George brought his hand up and slammed it down onto her ass. Letting out a small scream, Y/N felt herself grow closer, and George reached around now toying with her clit. He himself was feeling close to his climax, and Y/N could tell from how sloppy his thrusts were getting. Using the hand that had her hair in it, he moved his hand up grabbing her neck bringing her up so she was against his chest. “Fuck George-” She muttered, leaning her head back against George’s shoulder much like earlier. George gave sloppy kisses along her jawline and neck, as they both let out a loud groan. Y/N mumbled words, and George let out a quick, “Fuck” as they both felt themself cum. Pulling out, George watched as some of it leaked out and onto her thighs.

Wiping away the sweat that was on his forehead, he picked her up, “Have you seen the bathroom?” He asked Y/N, who only shook her head, “You’re about to see it now.” He told her as the two made their way into the bathroom. It had a shower, and a bathtub, “Pick which one.” He told her, and Y/N looked between both and pointed to the tub, “I would’ve chosen the shower if it weren’t for how my legs could give out at any moment.” She whispered embarrassed, and George chuckled as he sat her down on the side of the tub, her feet in the tub. “Let me how you want the water to feel.” He said, turning it on and Y/N waited till it felt good, and she nodded, “That’s good.” She said, as she sunk down into the tub.

George smiled at her, as he went over to the cabinet under the sink to grab the bubble mixture. Pouring some into the water, he watched as Y/N mixed it around which formed bubbles. Sinking down into the water, he brought Y/N over to his body, and let her relax against him. “Don’t tell Dream or Sapnap, they had a bet. I really don’t want to lose.” He said, while Y/N lightly laughed at his words, as he massaged her shoulders. “I’m still going to be here for 3 more months, so they are bound to know it happened at one point.” She shrugged, and George hummed in agreement.

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[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Seven. Cooties, Discall, and Flirting

warnings: swearing, also I used the word “flirt” so many times it no longer holds meaning so beware word count: 4k 

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A/N: putting it up here this time!!!! i liked this chap so i hope you do too!!!!! if you didn’t see the missing dms from part 3 (which are now actually in part 3), bugsy agreed to a minecraft date with dream in exchange for karl touring her on his smp!! anyway, enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The frosty air bit at Y/n's skin as she hurriedly shut the car door behind her, starting up her car in an attempt to find warmth as quickly as possible. "Why do I live here?" she asked through chattered teeth, causing Naomi to laugh.

"It's not that cold!"

"I don't know how you're okay with this."

"Do you want me to drive? You're so stiff you'll crash,” Naomi offered as she looked at Y/n.

"I'm fine, I just need to warm up for a second," Y/n assured as she rubbed her hands together in front of the heater.

Naomi giggled and took her hands, rubbing them to help heat them up.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Now hurry up, I have a work meeting in like 30 minutes."

"What?" she gasped, quickly putting her gloves back on. "Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have spent so much time looking at Christmas decorations!"

"I'm just kidding. But Karl will be mad if he has to wait for his food any longer."

"You're seriously the worst." She smacked Naomi's arm and started driving, much less panicked than a few moments prior.

"You love me."

"Whatever. How's your internship going by the way?"

Naomi sighed. "Good. It's really hard to be motivated to go since it's unpaid but it's the last thing I need to graduate so I have to do it."

"But you enjoy it, right? I mean it's what you want to do."

"Yeah, no, I love it. I just wish I was getting paid so I didn't have to work at the grocery store too. I wish I could get paid to play video games like you."

Y/n deflated slightly. She hated when people put it like that, it made her sound like it wasn't a real job but it was challenging in its own way. "I'll teach you how to pvp and you'll be on your way to the top."

"Maybe then I could actually meet George myself instead of waiting around for you to do it."

"Wait!" Y/n gasped. "Did I not... did I not tell you about the other night?"

"Uh... I guess not? What happened?"

Y/n squealed. "Dude! Make a Discord account right now. Get your phone out and make one."

"Why? What is that?"

"It's the thing we all use to voice call during streams and in private and stuff. Come on!" Y/n used her right hand to urge Naomi to grab her phone. "George said you can't have his number but you can have his Discord."

"Wait, really??" Naomi gasped. "Wait, what does that mean!? I can talk to him on it!?"

Y/n laughed. "Yes, yes! You can text or voice call or even video call but I don't suggest that right away. Don't scare him away."

"He really said he'd add me back? Wait, when did you talk to him about me?"

"On Dream's stream. After the movie, I went and talked to them for a few hours."

"Is that why I heard you giggling at four in the morning?"

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up. "Okay, well, that was just with Dream. George and Sapnap left the call around one and two."

"Date."

"Sounds to me like someone doesn't want GeorgeNotFound's Discord..."

Y/n saw Naomi cower shyly. "Sorry. Please give it to me."

"I don't know it off the top of my head, silly. So be nice for the rest of the car ride and I'll get it when we get home."

"Is Karl meeting us at our apartment or his?"

"Ours. Can you tell him we're almost there?"

"I don't know if I have the strength to... talk to someone who's such good friends with... my love..." Naomi started with a dramatic sigh, "it just reminds me of the pain I go through daily... without him..."

"If that were true, you couldn't talk to me. I'm also good friends with Mr. Not Found."

Naomi threw her head to glare at Y/n, who just laughed. "Come on, text Karl. Please. His food will get cold."

Y/n watched as Naomi typed away on her phone. Soon, the two pulled up to their apartment complex and headed upstairs. Y/n turned the corner and walked down the hall to see Karl standing at their front door.

"KARL JACOBS! WE HAVE FOOD!"

He looked up quickly from his phone and beamed at them. "My heroes!"

"What are you doing outside, silly?" Y/n asked. "Don't you have a key?"

"Naomi made me give it back after I pulled that prank on you guys last month," he explained as Y/n unlocked the door.

"Well deserved. I still find glitter everywhere."

Y/n set the food on the counter and the other two crowded around. "Thank you, mother, for lunch," Karl joked and kissed her cheek loudly, his love language of physical touch jumping out of him. Y/n grimaced playfully as she wiped her cheek on her shoulder.

"GROSS!!! COOTIES!"

Karl pouted. "I thought we were best fwends, Y/n . Best fwends don't have cooties."

"You do. You're a boy."

Y/n's phone lit up as Karl started going on a joking rant about how Y/n  always is so mean to his affections and he can't help wanting to show his friends he loves them and how she's so mean and, "Y/n you're not even listening to my complaints how are we supposed to be best friends when you're too busy talking to your boyfriend all the time and—"

"Boyfriend?" Y/n looked up quickly, worried he had seen the text from Peter that she just read. He was still trying to convince her to talk to him even after she bluntly told him no and why.

Karl walked over to the couch with his food and sat next to Naomi. "I was just joking... why, is there someone?" he giggled. "Dreeeaam maybe?"

Y/n shook her head, and her lack of defensiveness made Naomi and Karl look at each other. Normally she turned bright red and stumbled over her words when they joked about anyone being her boyfriend, but she was stone cold silent as her phone continued to illuminate her face.

"Y/n... What's up?" Naomi asked. "Is it Peter again?"

"Peter?" Karl's eyebrows raised and his food almost fell out of his mouth. "He's been texting you?"

Y/n sighed, locking her phone and sliding it in her pocket before finally joining her friends on the couch. "It's nothing."

"No, it's not."

"He wants to talk," Y/n mumbled.

"What?" Karl asked genuinely.

"I said he wants to talk."

Karl just stared for a few moments before looking at Naomi, who nodded, then back at Y/n. "You're not going to, right? Right? You've got to be kidding me, Y/n, he's a selfish dick and he's just going to keep hurting you. Why do you keep giving him the benefit of the doubt when he's proven time and time again that he's nothing but a fuc—"

"Karl!" Y/n interrupted. "I'm obviously not going to talk to him."

Karl's face flushed, probably embarrassed that he had assumed the worst and ranted. He sighed, exasperated. "Why don't you just block him already?"

Y/n shrugged. "He's harmless now that I don't let his words get to me."

"I'm just glad you finally decided not to meet up with him," Naomi said.

Y/n  shrugged like it was an obvious choice, but deep down she couldn't help but think about the exact reason she had come to that decision. Besides all the pain he had caused her, how could she consider getting back together with her ex when she finds herself giddy about talking to someone else over Discord? Simple: she couldn't. The possibility of liking Dream briefly crossed her mind, and she knew that in the few weeks she had talked to him, the faceless man she had never met in real life made her feel better about herself than her ex-boyfriend ever did in the two years they dated. She wasn't sure quite what that meant, but she knew it was something.

"Can I have George's Dis...call or whatever it's called now? Please?"

Y/n laughed at the failed attempt at remembering the name of the application and pulled out her phone, directing Naomi on where to add friends and listing off his name and hashtag. Naomi then gave Y/n her name so she could tell George who to add back. "There, now leave me alone about George for the rest of your life."

Naomi giggled giddily before going to her room, eyes glued to her phone for the moment he would add her back.

"I'm sorry for being so bossy when it comes to Peter," Karl muttered.

Y/n shrugged and cuddled into the couch, hugging a pillow to her stomach. "I get that he was awful, but you have to trust me to know what to do."

"I do! I promise I trust you but..." Karl paused to groan, "but he just makes my blood boil. I've never hated anyone in my life but I would love to slice his head off if I ever got the chance."

"Thank you for being protective, but I promise I can handle myself."

Karl looked at her sadly. "Why did you stay with him for so long? Even after he cheated on you and said all those horrible things?"

She shrugged shamefully. "I had no one else."

"You had me and Naomi! Y/n, you've never been alone."

"That's not what I mean, Karl. I love you guys so much but it's not the same as dating someone, you know?"

"I guess..." he sighed. "But wouldn't you rather be alone than with someone who's so possessive you're afraid to tell him about your real job?"

Y/n dropped her shoulders. He had a point. She really shouldn't have stayed with Peter as long as she did. He was scary. "Yeah."

A scream from the other room snapped them out of their serious conversation. "HE ADDED ME BACK!"

Y/n laughed and Karl shook his head. "Poor George. He's about to regret so much," she predicted.

"Noooo... I'm sure he and Naomi will get along great," Karl argued. "They'll be friends at least."

"Maybe. Hey, any updates about cameragirl?"

Karl blushed immediately and Y/n smiled.

"Is that a yes??"

"I... may have... finally spoken to her. Y/n, she's so cute. Like, she's so nice and I want to protect her from everything."

"What did you guys talk about?!" Y/n gasped, sitting up quickly.

"You're going to be so disappointed in me..."

"Did you talk about Sonic the Hedgehog again? Karl, I swear—"

"No! But I only said like two words."

"What two words?"

"Um, I said hi, and then she asked how I was and I said good."

"KARL!"

"I know!" he said as he buried his face in his hoodie sleeves. "I'm the worst! I don't know how to talk to her! She's so cute!!!"

Y/n laughed endearingly and pulled his hands away. "My offer still stands, I'll teach you how to flirt if you want."

"No, I still don't believe that you can actually flirt."

"I totally can, but fine. Ask Naomi to help you if you don't trust me. She'd teach you if you want." Y/n looked down at her phone as it lit up with notifications from Twitter.

As if he knew by the smile on her face who it was, Karl challenged, "Flirt with Dream to prove you can."

"I have nothing to prove to you," Y/n mumbled, standing up. "But he wants to call me so I'm going to my room. You're welcome to stay here or go home since Naomi's still in her room too."

"Mkay," Karl said. "I'll just stay here for now. Thanks again for the food."

"No problem, dude." Y/n disappeared to her room and opened Discord on her computer, waiting for Dream to call her. She answered when he finally did.

"Hi, Dream," she smiled into her headset.

"Hi, Bug. What are you up to?"

"Nothing. I was just explaining to Karl how good I am at flirting because he doesn't believe that I'm good."

"I don't either."

"What?" she laughed. "Why does no one think I can? Have you seen all the thirsty people flirting with me on Twitter? You included."

"Yeah, but you hardly flirt back. You just insult us."

"I can flirt when I want to."

"Prove it."

"...I don't want to."

"Why? Because you can only flirt with your boyfriend?"

"Are you trying to get me to admit I have a secret lover?"

"Yes."

"Well too bad, I don't."

"Interesting... so you," he paused, careful with his words, "so you decided... not to listen to whats-his-face?"

"Mhm," she hummed, not trusting her voice to stay steady. Why was she nervous? She crossed her fingers hoping that he wouldn't ask how or why she came to that conclusion. She didn't have a lie ready to hide the fact that it might have something to do with Dream.

"Then there's no reason you can't flirt with me."

Y/n sighed dramatically but still smiled. "Why did you call me? Just to make fun of my flirting abilities?"

"No, I called because I'm bored."

"Wow, so I'm just a backup when GeorgeNotFound and Sapnap are busy?"

"Actually, I called you before I tried either of them."

"Interesting..." she mocked him and he scoffed.

"Stop changing the subject and flirt with me!!! Give me your best pickup line!! Why won't you?"

"How about because I reserve flirting for people who deserve it?"

"Oh, it's that good, huh? You have to be on a VIP list to be flirted with by you?"

"Yeah," she laughed, completely joking. "It's life-changing."

"How do I get on that list?"

"Why do you want me to flirt with you so bad, you weirdo?"

"Because you said it's life-changing! And because I just don't believe that you're good at flirting."

"Why? What about me screams that I'm an awkward mess?"

"Everything!" he laughed. "Every time I've witnessed anyone flirt with you you just get all embarrassed and change the subject. Or on Twitter when we flirt with you, you almost always just reject us outright. People like that aren't smooth."

"Fine. I'll flirt with you, Dream. Not now but when you least expect it and it'll leave you so speechless that you'll never question me again."

"Good. I'm excited."

She snorted lightly and shook her head. "You're ridiculous."

"Oh, hey, you know how I said Sapnap, George, and I wanted to do a big hangout thing with everyone?"

"Yes! Is it happening??"

"Yeah! We still don't know exactly when but George mentioned he thinks New Year's Eve and New Year's Day are stupid holidays so we want to get everyone together in person for that to prove it's a great holiday."

"I mean... I'm kinda with George on this one," Y/n agreed.

"What?! How? It's the start of a New Year! It's an excuse to kiss someone and you start the year with all your friends and loved ones and-"

"It's literally just another day. The only thing that changes is people accidentally put the wrong year when they write dates down for the first month."

Dream laughed. "That's stupid. No. It's a good holiday."

"Whatever. You'll just have to prove to me that it's good."

"I will."

"And the thing you said about having an excuse to kiss someone is stupid. If you wanna kiss someone, just kiss them."

"That easy, huh?"

"Yes."

Dream hummed thoughtfully, a mischievously playful tone to it that made Y/n change the subject slightly to spare her heart from beating too hard.

"So he's coming for New Years'?"

"Okay, yeah, so he doesn't know exactly what date but we're trying to get as many of our friends as we can to come so we have to plan around everyone. Also obviously you and Karl and Naomi are invited."

"Oh, Naomi too? Good, because I think they're talking to each other right now."

"They are," Dream laughed. "George texted me when she added him and he panicked because he doesn't know how to talk to girls."

"What?!" Y/n gasped in offense. "That's his and my thing! Why didn't he text me panicking??"

"He said he was going to text you but since it's your friend he felt awkward."

She grunted. "Fine. I guess that makes sense. Except, I know her better than anyone so I'd be waaay more helpful than you."

"You saying I don't know how to talk to girls?"

"I mean, you've used so many pickup lines on me on Twitter and I'm still not wowed, so yeah, I'd say you aren't as smooth as you'd like to think."

"Bug! What?! I'm totally good at talking to girls," Dream tried to defend, pulling excuses out of his ass. "I just haven't used my best tactics because you're easier to scare away than most. As I said, you can't dish it or take it so I have to use special moves."

"They still haven't worked." The quick beating of her heart and shaking of her hands informed her that that was a lie. Every time he replied to her tweets, the painful grin on her face proved it was a big, fat lie. Maybe she was a little impressed at his "special moves" but she wasn't going to ever admit that to him.

"Whatever, you liar. Anyway, we were thinking of renting a cabin on a lake or something like that for everyone to stay in."

"Oh! Yes, that sounds so fun! I love lake houses so much."

"Good. I'm gonna talk to George and the other brits and see if that's doable. It's gonna happen. I promise. I'm tired of not seeing my friends."

"Wait, how many people are you guys thinking? I'm still nervous about showing people my face..."

"It's a rough list but basically Sapnap, George, Quackity, Karl, Wilbur, Niki, um, Tubbo, Tommy, who else.... I think that's it right now. We'll make sure you know them and are comfortable with them so you don't feel pressured to show strangers who you are."

She nodded to herself. "Okay. I could also just not come if I'm not comfortable with someone—"

"What?!" he asked loudly, genuinely surprised. "Wha— no. We just wouldn't invite them."

"But—"

"I'd way rather have you there than anyone else. Hell, I'd kick George or Sapnap out if you didn't want to show them your face."

"Wait, really?"

"No pressure but I really want you to come and I want to make sure your comfortable."

"What if I don't want to show you my face?"

There was a long pause and Y/n knew he was trying to control his voice so she didn't know he was disappointed or slightly offended. "I mean... I don't know. I guess I... wouldn't go."

Her heart cracked at the sadness in his voice.

"I really don't want you to be pressured into—"

"Dream," she said. "It's okay. I'm probably most comfortable with meeting you over anyone else."

"Really?"

She didn't trust her voice not to sound too sappy and giddy. She didn't trust it a lot when she was around Dream. "Mhm."

"I'm glad," he said happily but softly. "It will be fun. Also, give me your phone number."

"So forward of you, Dream."

"Shut up, I wanna make a group chat."

Y/n laughed and told him her number. "I'm really excited now, Dream! I haven't hung out with people in so long and it sounds like a fun little vacation."

Dream laughed at her excitement. "I just want to hug the shit out of George."

It was Y/n's turn to laugh loudly. "Have you met him in real life yet?"

"No."

"I doubt he'll even let you touch him. He doesn't seem touchy."

"I don't think he is but I don't care. I am very touchy so he won't have a choice but to hug me."

"Ugh, another touchy person. Gross."

"Are you not?"

"Not really. Karl is the touchiest person I have ever met so he's kinda rubbed off on me a little over the years I think, but in general no."

"Oh, yeah, he's already threatened to kiss all of us as soon as we meet," Dream said with a laugh.

"Best to just let it happen. He pouted earlier because I wiped my cheek after he kissed it."

"That doesn't sound like something someone who can flirt would do."

"Because I'm not flirting with Karl!" Y/n groaned but a laugh was behind her words. "What is with you guys?"

"You just can't be on Karl and my level of flirting if we don't see it! Can't be in the gang if you don't show us your skill."

"Just you wait, Dream. You'll see."

"Wait, what about our Minecraft date?"

"What about it?"

"When we do that, you have to flirt with me!"

"No, I don't," she protested with a loud laugh.

"Um, I'm pretty sure it's very rude to not sweet-talk your date. You have to flirt with me then."

Y/n giggled. "Oh yeah? And what if I don't?" She hadn't meant for her voice to come out laced with something suggestive, but if Dream noticed, he thankfully didn't show it.

"Well, we'll just have to keep going on dates until you do."

"Pretty sure forcing someone on dates is illegal, buddy."

Dream laughed. "You agreed to it!!"

"I agreed to the first one," she corrected. "I agreed to one date in exchange for you letting Karl tour me around your server. One."

"Don't worry." Unlike Y/n's, Dream's voice was purposefully laced with something suggestive as he told her, "after our date, it won't take much for you to agree to more."

"Oh whatever," she scoffed, trying to cool her face down with her icy hands. Even they were no match for the heat on her cheeks. "When are we doing this stupid thing anyway?"

"Ah, the smooth talking has begun, I see."

"Dreeeamm..." she whined, growing increasingly tired of the butterflies in her stomach. Why did she suddenly feel so nervous around him? It's not sudden, she told herself.

Dream's cute laugh interrupted her thoughts. "What about tomorrow?"

"I'm streaming Among Us tomorrow."

He groaned. "You never make time for me."

"I cannot stand you," she joked, laughs slipping through her annoyed voice and blowing her cover. "You're the one who said you were too busy to join my lobby. So really you don't make time for me."

"No, no, no," he protested. "I'd make time for one-on-one time with you, just not a game where I hardly get to talk to you."

"Oh my gosh." She rolled her eyes. "How did you turn this around to sound cute again."

"Aw, Bug, you think I'm cute?"

"You ruined it by asking. What are you doing tomorrow anyway?"

"I have to finish a plug-in by tomorrow night so George and I can test it. There's still a lot to fix so it'll probably will take all day."

"Oooh," she cooed. "What's it do?"

"It changes the world every time we take damage," he explained with a hint of pride in his voice.

"What the! That sounds awesome!"

"Thanks," he said shyly, proudness gone now that he was being complimented. "Anyway, George is really busy next week so we have to test it tomorrow night so we can record the next day."

"You probably should finish it then."

"Or you could cancel your stream and we could go on a date."

"Dream!" She laughed. "No! How about next week. Between you editing the video you record, we go on a Minecraft date. How's Thursday?"

"I guess I could fit you into my schedule..."

"I hate you."

His cheeky grin could be heard through his stupid words. "Keep telling yourself that."

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A/N: *sniff* *sniff* yall smell a hater in those twitter screenshots?? hmmm..... 

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[teddy06writes]

Some unspoken thing

Karl Jacobs x Reader 

requested: no

Trigger warnings: mentions of covid, mild descriptions of a panic attack

premise: You and Karl have been friends, for years now, and now even your friends are starting to see that unspoken thing between you

“---” talking

‘---’ talking through a call

(y/s/n) -  your screen name

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You’d known Karl since you were at least 10, and you both agreed that you’d been together forever, through thick and thin it was always you and Karl against the world. You and your unspoken thing.

When he’d first spoken of moving away from Portland you weren’t too sure, mostly because of college, but still, you found yourself here, sprawled across a couch, exhausted from hauling boxes up to your apartment. 

“Why did we bring so much stuff?” You groaned as Karl picked up your legs long enough to sit down, then letting them drop into his lap. 

He sighed, “Don’t quote me on this, but it was you who couldn’t pack your stuff into less than 20 boxes.” 

“Yah okay Mr. ‘I can’t be bothered to even clean this laundry before I pack it up to leave’.” You scoffed.  

“That's not true! I washed most of it...” Karl trailed off pulling out his phone, “Pizza?” 

“Obviously.” 

Soon the pizza arrived and as Karl went to the door to grab it, you went and grabbed two monsters from the fridge, sitting back down in front of the couch as Karl came back with the pizza. 

“Ey I gotta pizza here!” He exclaimed, setting it down. 

“Eyyyyyyy!” You handed him one of the monsters, opening your own as he sat down, already starting to pull up an old episode of survivor. 

Once the pizza had been finished, and the left overs put away you ended up half cuddled together on the couch, your fingers softly carding through his hair. 

^^

“Hey! I’m back!” You called, looking around the seemingly empty apartment, confused, “Karl?” 

It had been a few months since, you’d moved out to North Carolina, and so far online school hadn’t been too bad even when corona hit, not with Karl and streaming to distract you from the reality of the world around you.

You went back to looking around for your friend, calling, “Hey, Karl where’d you go?” 

Sighing you followed the soft, muffled sobs to Karl’s room, knocking on the door softly, “Honey, are you in there?” 

There was silence, then a muffled, “un uh.” 

You pushed open the door gently, blinking into the mild darkness and turning to see Karl sitting on his bed, half curled into the wall and wrapped in a sweater he’d stolen from your closest a few weeks ago. 

Immediately  you crossed the room, climbing onto the bed next to him and pulling him into your arms, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” 

His arms drifted around your waist, burying his into your chest, “They all hate me.” He murmured. 

“Who do you think hates you?” You cooed. 

“Dream and Sapnap and everyone.”

“They don’t hate you, no one on the smp hates you.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “What happened?” 

“I said somethin stupid, (y/n), I messed everything up.” 

You knew not to push any further, instead just doing your best to hold him closer, whispering, “They don’t hate you, they’d never hate you okay? It’ll all blow over and everything will be okay. I promise.” 

“What if it doesn’t (y/n)? What if I messed it up forever?” 

“You didn’t baby, you didn’t. It’s gonna be alright, I promise.” 

^^

“Ahhhhhh leave me alone!” You half shrieked, running away from Sapnap and Quackity on the dream SMP. 

‘Imposter! Imposter!’ They chanted. 

“I’m just supposed to be babysitting the chat!” You yelled, “I didn’t sign up to bully on a twitch stream! If I wanted that I would’ve been on my own stream!”

Sapnap laughed, ‘Oof! That's sad.’ 

“I know,” You said dramatically, “No one has any respect for (y/s/n), not you, not my chat, not even Karl!” 

‘We all know thats not true.’ Quackity scoffed. 

You half turned, giggling as Karl, came back into the room, “Debatable.” 

“What’s uh, whats going on?” He asked. 

“I’m being bullied, that's what's going on,” The chat started to fill with hearts and ‘(y/s/n) support.’, “Also I’ve decided since your chat likes me more than mine, so this is my stream now, I’m taking over.” 

Karl just half sighed, grabbing the chair from your desk on the other side of the office, and wheeling it over, sitting down next to you, propping his legs in your lap. 

‘(y/n) the world wants to know, how does it feel to now fill the void where Karl Jacobs once sat?’ Quackity asked, through a voice filter. 

“Well, since my dear friend Karl died,” 

“I’m not dead!” He interjected.

You sniffed, “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”

“Dear friend?” Sapnap scoffed, “Al- Quackity look at the stream and tell me if they look like ‘dear friends’.” 

You face started to grow red, as both Nick and Alex began to catcall at you two, Karl, clearly getting confused as you ducked your head, face entirely red. 

“Whats the matter (y/n)? You got a crush?” Nick teased. 

Half covering your mouth you muttered, “Just some unspoken thing.” 

^^

“If I were to tell you that I kinda sorta didn’t listen to you, and forgot to buy more cereal, what would you say?” Karl asked, shrugging off his backpack as he came into the apartment. 

When he got no real response, he started to look around, finding you a minute later, laying on his bed, “Did’ja hear me?” 

“ehhhh... I don’t really care.” 

His brow furrowed upon hearing your monotonous, “You okay? What’s up?” 

You were still staring up at the ceiling “Grey, ‘s all grey.”

Sighing he came and sat down on the bed next to you, taking one of your hands in his, “Grey?” 

“Sad brain makes everything grey.” 

Karl fiddled with your fingers a moment, before raising them to his lips and softly pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll go make you tea.” 

He headed out of the room, leaving you to sit up and stare at the ceiling wondering what you’d done to deserve someone like him. 

He headed out of the room, leaving you to sit up and stare at the ceiling wondering what you’d done to deserve someone like him. 

A few minuets later he came back with a mug, handing it to you before he sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around you, “Is there a reason for sad brain today?” 

“Everything's just- blah. I’m just tired.” 

He didn’t need to ask to understand you didn’t mean physically, so instead he just pulled you gently to lean against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of your jaw, “Okay?”

You knew Karl had a hard time with words sometimes, and you had long since learned how to listen for the meanings between simple phrases, and especially the weight of certain words, “Okay.” 

^^

‘So what is with you and Karl?’ Niki asked. 

You sighed, “I do not even know where to begin to answer that question.”

You were sitting in a discord call with her, originally trying to plan a joint stream but the conversation had switched.

‘I mean, if you don’t mind me saying so, it seems like your dating.’ 

“Well...” You considered it for a moment, you knew that your feelings for Karl were more than platonic, and had been for a long time, to you, it almost seemed like a fact of the world, the sky is blue, the earth is round, you loved Karl. 

“We've never talked about it, but- I suppose we- uhhh, you know what we’ll just say a little bit.” You quickly changed what you were going to say to be more ambiguous as Karl entered the room yelling, “Hi Niki!” 

‘I know you can’t hear me but hi Karl!’ She yelled back. 

You laughed, turning in your chair, “Niki says hi!” 

Karl grinned, leaning on the back of your chair, “Oh, yeah, dinners ready.”  and Niki raised her eyebrows, smirking at you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You laughed, feeling Karl’s chin coming to rest on the top of your head. 

‘I’m not looking at anything.’ she insisted, ‘you would be a cute couple.’

Your face started to turn red, “Shut up!” 

‘It was a compliment!’ Niki laughed. 

“I know!” 

Karl’s face grew confused, “What?”

“It’s nothing. Niki I’ve gotta go, we’ll see about the stream tomorrow, okay?” 

‘yeah, bye!’ 

“Bye!” 

You disconnected from the call, “Dinner?” 

“Yeah! I managed not to burn the chicken!” 

You couldn’t help but grin, “Awesome!” 

^^

“I swear- either there both oblivious or there just really good at keeping it just hidden enough!” Dream exclaimed. 

“I mean if we don’t find out for another two weeks, I get a hundred dollars, so by all means let it drag out.” Quackity laughed. 

Sapnap groaned, “Actually its more like three hundred now, Hbomb, Skeppy and Wilbur all put in more money.” 

“Well I asked the other day,” Niki began, “and they only said, ‘a little bit’, What does that even mean?” 

“Maybe they are dating and that's (y/n)s way of dismissing it.” Tubbo said. 

You were listening to the discord call, trying not to laugh, as Tommy suggested, “Well it’s possible they are dating but like, haven’t realized it?” 

Everyone began to laugh, “Wait- wait hear me out! Hear me out! Like- you know when on like romcoms and shit where two bestfriends end up like there dating even when they technically aren’t and then they accidently kiss!” 

George scoffed, “That's not a thing.” 

“Well still!” Tommy tried to argue. 

“Not even in movies though.” Niki said. 

“Your right,” You laughed, unmuting, “We haven’t kissed yet, so it must not be a thing.” 

The vc went deadly silent as Tommy began to laugh hysterically, “Were you here the whole time?” 

“Maybe.” You laughed. 

“Wait- so are you and Karl together or not?” Dream questioned. 

“Uhhh, let you know when I find out? Do I get the money if I figure it out?” 

“Oh my god (y/n).” Tubbo was trying not to laugh himself as Tommy continued to lose his shit. 

“Yeah,” You looked over to where Karl was half asleep, leaning against you, “I’ve said it before, and I guess I’ll say it again, it’s just some unspoken thing.” 

^^

Music filled the apartment when you entered, some old song by Sinatra, and Karl was dancing around the living room as you pulled off your coat and mask. 

“Are you listening to Sinatra?” You questioned, setting the rest of your things down. 

“Come dance with me!” He giggled. 

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you grabbed his hand, letting the other come to rest on his shoulder, “God, it’s been so long since I’ve dance.” 

“Come on, you remember don’t you?” 

You chuckled, “Back, side, forward, back. Technically this isn’t a waltzing song though.” 

“You can waltz to anything if you try hard enough,” Karl insisted, “Ready, and- one two three, one two three...” 

You fell into step, quietly humming along to the song as you moved in a slow arc around the room.

“..And- spin out...” Karl murmured, gently spinning you out to the side, and you paused for a a moment before he tugged on you arm, causing you to spin back in, finding yourself, face to face with him. 

You laughed nervously, suddenly blushing at the feeling of his arms around you. 

“What are we?” Karl asked softly, “Like, what is- this?” 

“Some unspoken thing.” Your voice was just as low, suddenly the weight of the hand resting on your lower back seeming to double.

He looked at your lips, then back at your eyes, and you nodded softly, leaning in and pressing your lips together. 

Your arms drifted around his waist as he pulled you closer, before you separated, smiling. 

“Does that mean it’s spoken now?” Karl asked. 

You grinned, “Course.” 

Later, after spending the rest of the night like any other you were cuddled up together on the couch, watching the newest episode of survivor, and you pretended not to notice as he gushed to someone through text. 

Your phone began to buzz with  venmo notifications, and Karl looked at you confused, “(y/n), why is everyone paying you?” 

You chuckled, “Reaping the benefits of our friends conspiring in a discord call that was left open.” 

After the kiss you had sent one text to a group chat; ‘I figured it out: pay up bitches.’

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[kagemaruzest69]

Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader}

Ch. 1 - {The Village}

【ιт ιѕ тнє ℓινєѕ ωє єη¢συηтєя тнαт мαкє ℓιƒє ωσятн ℓινιηg】

It was finally a time that (Y/N) and her boyfriend, James had been waiting for. A time off from work, a vacation that the two of them really needed. Even when the two works at different offices, everyone knew that the two were an inseparable couple that was sweet and dreamy. Everyone loved and cheered for their relationship to go keep going strong. The couple decided to go to a village in the Eastern Europe that they had read in articles and it looked like a perfect place for them to visit and enjoy their quiet time together, just the two of them.

The fateful day came, however, upon arriving on the destinated village, it looked abandoned, deserted by its villagers even. It totally looked nothing like the pictures in the articles, but the nature surrounding the village and the giant castle that ghosted over the small village are really stunning and had their own magic charm to the visitors. The first step into the village, the couple noticed that the village was not deserted, there were villagers, but they were watching the outsiders from behind the window of their homes. (Y/N) and James were curious about this, if there were villagers around, how come does the village look so deserted? They looked at each other and decided to shrug it off. Since they have just arrived, they were hungry and decided to look for a restaurant or something similar that might be open within the village.

After an hour of searching there were none, so they decided to go to the outskirts of the village and sat by a river stream to catch some fishes for themselves. The air was chill, and the atmosphere was really calm and serene, unlike the true nature of the village. James went to catch the fish, whilst (Y/N) took some water from the stream and boiled it to ensure that it is safe from any bacteria or virus. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to them, a certain parasite that had evolved with the mold, known as the Cadou to certain groups was living within the water and the fishes that they drank and ate. It might be dormant within their bodies right now, but soon enough, it will seal the couple’s fate to the village that they had set their foot in.

After the meal, the two went back to the village. During their path back, (Y/N)’s (E/C) orbs caught the silhouette of a factory on the outskirts of the village, however, the wind was blowing harder by this time and the snow and fog began to thicken that she was unsure if what she saw was something that’s real and truly there. The couple intertwined their fingers together and walked close to share the warmth between the two until they arrived back at the village and stumbled upon what it looked like the village’s church. They went inside to take shelter from the upcoming snowstorm.

The church was smaller compared to the other churches they have been to, but it was enough for the villagers. Inside the church, they found an old woman, sitting by the front seat, praying to Mother Miranda. (Y/N)’s right eyebrow was raised before her eyes darted over from the old woman to the front of the church where there was a picture of a woman in the middle, and another four pictures, each two pictures were placed side by side adjacent to the middle woman. It looked kind of straight from a horror movie, but the pair decided to be polite about it and sat at the furthest chair from the front.

“Youngsters, the two of you are not from around here, aren’t you?” The old woman’s voice echoed within the church’s hall. “No, we’re actually visitors and we have just arrived here today.” James answered whilst (Y/N) scooted closer to the male’s side, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation and the air. “Oh my, you should pray for your safety and I wish you safe through your journey. Shall Mother Miranda bless you.” The old woman stood up from her seat. “The storm will be here soon along with the others. The two of you should stay here until it is over. I do not advise that you two go out while the storm is present. It is unsafe and you might become its prey.” Her sentence was enough to make (Y/N) alerted, her lips were parted, “Mother Miranda? Who is that? And whose prey? There are predators here?” she queried in hurry as fear laced her questions. “The goddess and the protectors of the land.” was the old woman’s short answer before she left the couple alone in the church.  

A look of dread was present on (Y/N) face before she turned to hug her boyfriend which embraced her back tightly. “We will be fine, don’t worry, it could be just a tale that the elders told the youngsters here to make sure that the youngsters would stay in line and act accordingly to the village’s moral value. To make sure that the children would stay away from troubles.” James assured (Y/N). This managed to calm her down. As she closed her eyes and hugged him, a twisted smile played upon his lips as a wicked plan formed within his head. “After the snow is over, we will set up our camp on the nearby hill.” She nodded and retracted her arms from his body. “I love the nature here, however, I have a bad feeling about this village.” She told him with a sigh. “I know my dear, but we will be out of here soon, don’t worry. I promise you that I will keep us safe.”

Hours passed by, probably around 3 to 4 hours since the snowstorm started, and it had died down. The two had fallen asleep within each other’s arms during the wait and (Y/N) had woke up first. She nudged her lover softly with her hand, waking him up from his pleasant slumber. His eyebrows were scrunched before his eyes opened to find her and a small smile was formed upon his lips. “Is it over?” He asked her and she replied with a nod. “Let’s set up our camp soon, the nighttime is getting closer.” (Y/N) stood up from the seat and took her things as James got ready as well. The two walked hand-in-hand to the nearby hill and set their camp up for the night. As she sat by the folding chair, she saw the factory once again. ‘So, it was real’ she thought to herself. The factory looked huge and once again, abandoned just like the village. However, she found it to be very enticing, maybe it was because of her love for machines and she had a hobby to tinker with something during her free time back at her hometown.

A tap was felt on her left shoulder and she turned her head from the factory to the face of her lover. He had a handsome face, soft baby blue eyes with short blonde hair with an undercut style and clean shaved face.  He smiled and offered her a glass of water which she took, “Thank you.” She said before she took a sip of the water. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His blue orbs were looking up to the night sky before it went to where (Y/N) was looking at before. “And that factory over there, I am sure it had caught your interest, I happened to see it on our way back to the village which is why I decided to camp on this hill because I know that you would love it and we will be able to go there and do a little search tomorrow. A little adventure at a place that I know you will love,” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “And it seems I was right,” he smirked playfully at her, a small giggle escaped her lips. “You are right about that.” The camp on the hill and the factory had somewhat eased her memory about what the old woman had said upon their encounter within the church. “Let’s rest up, there are a lot of places and things to do tomorrow,” James held out his hand to (Y/N). She gladly took his hand and they headed inside their shared tent to rest for the night.

Morning came by quickly. The pair had disassembled their tent and packed their things up. The very next thing they did after their breakfast was heading straight to the factory. (Y/N) eyes lit up in amazement as they arrived at the factory’s front gate. She pushed it open, enough for them to get inside. The front yard was filled with rusted and unused things, starting from rusty scraps, metal scraps, tanks and many more. “Should we head inside?” She asked her boyfriend, unsure whether the factory was still operating or if someone or something reside within it. Oh, how would she jump out of her body had she known that the factory held all kind of nightmares she could ever dream of escaping from and the master of the factory was not one to be too fond of visitors, or rather it was his ‘family’ that was not fond of outsiders. Upon stepping inside, she rushed on her own to inspect the machines inside whilst James, on the other hand, went to look for a metal bar that he would use to execute his plans. He had planned to leave her alone, and possibly it would kill her and soon he would be free from her, he would be free to do what he wants and most importantly, he would be free to be together with his other lover that he had been having an affair with for the past 3 months. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he had cheated on her and chose an even worse way to solve his problem, to solve his fault. She could die and if the old woman was right, the protectors could capture or even kill her for he didn’t care about her anymore.

He stalked her quietly as not to raise her suspicions and within the right moment, he struck her with the metal bar he found. The metal bar hit right behind her head which sent her body into a shocked state and she fell unconscious right away as blood began to seep out of her wounded head. He quickly tied her to the chair in the main room using the rope he found. It was only the very first room they were in, he truly intended to make it quick for himself and then he fled out of the factory, leaving the door open, and somewhat he managed to leave the village this time.      

In the end, who knew that even in the sweetest relationship, there would still be a flaw. After all, nothing is perfect, and imperfection would always follow everyone. And unfortunately, the dearest (Y/N) found out the hole within their relationship, one that she had been turning blind eye on.

Meanwhile, the master of the factory, Karl Heisenberg was just returning from a ‘family’ meeting and he was curious as to why the factory’s main door was open. No one has ever dared to sneak into his factory and live to tell the tale. He went inside and much to his shock and surprise, he found a woman, a barely conscious woman was tied onto a chair. Karl took a drag from his cigar and exhaled the smoke before he placed his hammer down to the side. “My, oh sweet dear, what do we have here? Who was the kindhearted Santa that had left a gift for this old man?” He asked no one, but to himself. He then proceeded to use his metal power to call in a knife and cut the rope off of the female. He walked close to her and examined her, soon, he found out that she had a wound on the back of her head. A frown could be seen instantly as his brown eyes landed on the wound. He lifted her up bridal style into his main workstation which happens to be his own bedroom as well. He placed her on top of his soft mattress as he tended to her wound. What was the reason he did that? He did not know, especially she was an outsider. Maybe he was bored of what he had within his factory and he thought that she would be a new toy to play and experiment with. Maybe he was interested, intrigued by what story she could regale him with about the outside world. For now, he would keep this little prize that came out of nowhere for himself, and shall the time come, he will only then bring her up in the ‘family’ meetings.

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[karlsjackbox]

the end. | irl!quackity x gn!reader

A VIEW OF two people falling out of love.

type: angst

warnings: taking pills (brief, not much context), swearing, fight, death threat

w/c: 1.6k

quackity pushed his hair out of his face, fingers placing themselves in a rhythm on the keyboard. music played through his headphones, placed on the second to last volume to help soothe his aching headache. eyes traveling to the corner of the screen, his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of it being 4:57am. rubbing his eyes, he leaned back and let out a sigh. saving the document he was writing on, quackity shut off the monitor and shuffled his feet.

the door across the room opened. snapping his eyes forward, quackity was met with his s/o holding their cat, tired smile adorning their face. quackity mirrored the smile, pushing himself off of the chair and standing beside his love. “you’re awake late.” he muttered, though his words slurred together. y/n looked at him with a lopsided grin, pressing a short kiss to his lips. “couldn’t sleep without you.” quackity gasped, using his hands to cover tiger’s eyes.

the paired laughed, dragging themselves to the bedroom.

it had been a few weeks. y/n’s eyes forced themselves open, bed empty beside them. quackity was laughing down the hallway, having to ignored the text from y/n asking him to tone down just a little. rubbing their eyes, y/n sat up and tapped on their phone. 4:23 am. muttering a curse to themself, they laid back down. shutting their eyes, y/n eventually fell asleep to the sound of their boyfriends muffled laughter and curses.

quackity ended the stream near 5am. he leaned back with a sigh, rubbing his face as the discord call eventually dropped. grabbing his phone, he check notifications and read the text from y/n with a frown. he texted a quick sorry ! just saw this :( coming to bed now <3. with no text back, he pushed himself off of the chair and shuffled his way to the bedroom. tiger rubbed against his leg, the mexican biting a smile back. y/n laid curled up, body facing the wall as they snored quietly. 

quackity shuffled out of his day clothes, sliding into pajamas as he laid beside y/n and fell asleep.

y/n danced around the kitchen, music playing quietly through their phone as they made their breakfast. they hummed along, carefully pouring their cereal into their bowl. scratching their chin, they turned at the noise of somebody behind them. quackity stood in the doorway, hair messed up from sleep. “hi, my love.” y/n greeted.

taking a minute to answer, quackity shut off his phone and sighed. “good morning.” he sat down at the table, rubbing his eyes. “whats up?” y/n asked, pouring their milk and grabbing a spoon from the drawer. they sat across from quackity, who had picked up his phone as it buzzed. 

“tommy wants me to record today and george wants me on his stream. i’m trying to make them both work and i just don’t know if i can.” quackity explained, using his hand for more emphasize. y/n swallowed the cereal before answering, crossing their legs at the ankle. “i think you need a day off.” they huffed, eyes rolling. “i wish.” quackity responded, standing to make his own cereal.

“i’m serious. we haven’t spent time together in forever.” y/n shrugged, getting no response. “i can try for soon, but definitely not today.” quackity kissed y/n’s temple before he sat across from them again.

quackity didn’t talk to y/n until the next afternoon.

y/n sat on the couch, holding a mug of hot cocoa. their legs were crossed, eye trained to the television screen as rapunzel played. they hummed along to the songs, turning at the sound of footsteps. quackity held his phone to his ear, laughing at something somebody said.

y/n smiled at him and gave a short wave, quackity repeating the wave and making his way into the kitchen. the refrigerator door opened and closed, y/n turning their head and resuming the movie. 

quackity took out the strawberry container from the fridge and made his way into the living room, standing at the doorway as he listened to karl talk. eventually he tossed the container away, finishing the strawberries and going back upstairs to his recording room.

by the time the movie finished, the sun was barely kissing the horizon. turning spotify on through the tv, music started to play through the playlist, ‘y/n & quackity!!’. y/n smiled at the memory of them sitting together and making the playlist on their second date.

making their way into the kitchen, y/n opened the cabinet and pulled out the pasta noodles. pulling out a pot and filling it with water, they began to boil it and dump in the noodles. their phone gave a simple ding! and another notification came through.

alex<3: can u plz turn music down? streaming soon x

y/n frowned, though gave a simple thumbs up. they tapped the spoon on the side of the bowl and left it to drip, entering the living room and shutting of the tv in a whole. tiger sat on the couch, head peeking up with a quiet ‘mrrp?’ as the noise suddenly ended. cooing, y/n walked over and scooped him up, cradling him as they made their way into the kitchen again to stir the pasta.

setting tiger down on the floor after 15 minutes, y/n scooped the pasta into two seperate bowls and ran butter through them. deciding against sauce, y/n placed the bowls on the table and texted quackity.

you: made pasta !! <3

the food was still untouched by the next morning.

it had been a while since then. y/n woke up before quackity. they were faced with his back, black sweatshirt hugging his body. they sat up slowly, sun fading through the curtains and hitting the blanket. they shivered a little, blinking hard a few times to try and wake themselves up. after a few more moments, they pulled their legs out from underneath the blanket and carefully moved away from quackity and out of the room.

quackity woke up an hour or so later, groaning softly as the sun had now positioned itself to hit his eyes directly. he sat up, head turning to look at y/n. frowning as nobody was there, he picked up his phone and drug himself out of the room. the house was empty as he searched around for his s/o, frown adorning his face.

standing in front of the fridge, a sticky note hung to it.

quackity ripped off the sticky note, crumbling it in his pocket as he opened the fridge to search for his breakfast.

y/n returned home that night to the noise of muffled swears and laughter, though y/n wore mainly a frown. their bones ached and a headache roared. sighing, they dropped their bag and kicked off their shoes and made their way into the bathroom. they opened the medicine cabinet and took out tylenol, swallowing the pill with sink water in their mouth.

rubbing their nose, y/n made their way upstairs to their bedroom. they grabbed clean clothes and made their way into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water run until it was hot. they stripped and dropped their clothes onto the floor, pushing them into the corner before stepping into the shower. y/n couldn’t help the sigh that escaped their mouth as everything from the day washed away, lathering their hair with shampoo and conditioner.

quackity ended the stream around the same time that y/n stepped out of the shower. he sat at his desk for a moment longer, chatter with his friends slowly dying down. “hey guys, i’m gonna head off now.” after a wave of goodbyes, he left the discord call and stood up.

quackity made his way into the bedroom, y/n sat on the edge of the bed. sliding off his beanie, quackity ruffled his hair and let himself fall beside his s/o. they didn’t talk, y/n texting somebody before shutting off their phone. they let out a sigh and rubbed their face, tossing their phone beside them.

curling up, y/n and quackity fell asleep facing each other for the last time.

they woke up at the same time. y/n sat up and rubbed their eyes, yawn falling from their mouth. there was a tension in the room quackity couldn’t figure out. “hey, wanna watch a movie?” y/n asked, scratching their nose as they met eyes with their sleepy boyfriend. “mm.. i can’t. i have homework and i have to be on a stream,” quackity slurred, missing how y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. tsking, y/n stood. “right.”

quackity’s head shot up at their tone. “what do you mean?” he questioned, choosing to stay silent on their eye roll. “you haven’t spent time with me in ages. i’m shocked i even fell asleep with you beside me.” the younger shrugged, opening their closet to pull out a sweatshirt.

“yeah, because its my job? the fuck do you mean?” quackity sat up, leaning his weight on his hands. “okay? you can still make time for me. i’m not just somebody who feeds you, alex.” y/n turned to meet his eyes, hands resting on their hips. “i can handle myself, you know.” quackity rolled his eyes.

“i wanna see you fucking try.”  y/n looked the older up and down. “you just mooch off of me anyway. if you’re so pissy about me working then leave.” quackity seethed, anger radiating off of me. he froze as the words fell out of his mouth, y/n’s hands dropping. “i hope you fucking starve. waste of space.” y/n cursed, turning and grabbing their bag from the closet.

“y/n, i didn’t-- we didn’t mean that.” quackity apologized, stepping towards the younger. y/n stayed silent, shoving random clothes into their backpack. quackity didn’t try to fight them, standing and watching them pack with tears brimming his eyes.

“..is it the end for us?” it was silent. the silence pushed against quackity’s skull, taunting him in a way he would remember forever. y/n turned, face blank as their eyes were puffy.

“it was the end a long time ago.”

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[milkteahood]

What about the heisenfam watching superhero movies together? Especialy since both karl and their kid have powers.

Absolutely they would!

Not only that but they would try to act out what they see in the movies.

“Oh my god daddy! Have you seen that!” the kid said while taking mental notes

“That was a great move” Karl would nod

“You two aren’t thinking what I think you’re thinking, right?” the wife would ask and raise and eyebrow.

They were absolutely thinking it. And they will put the plan into action. I imagine they would build an entire set in the factory, as close to what they’ve seen in the movie. And of course, with their own personal touches to it.

Karl’s wife is always gonna play the damsel in distress since she doesn’t have superpowers. And she’ll do a very good job playing one too.

“Pumpkin, you do realize mommy is the last person that’s good for that role, right?” Karl would say while laughing. He’d remember their first meeting where she paralyzed him.

“No! Mommy’s perfect! Because she doesn’t have superpowers!” the kid would protest.

Both Karl and his wife would laugh a lot at that. Karl knows better than anyone that his wife doesn’t need superpowers to hold her ground.

“Daddy you play the bad guy!”

“Every day of my life pumpkin” Karl would say smirking.

“Oh and you’re doing such a good job too, handsome” his wife would say.

Karl will definitely blush at that and then he’d kiss his wife earning a huge “ewwww” from the kid.

Overall they would have a great time playing superhero and the parents will use “superheroes do this all the time” in order to convince their kid to do something. Like sleeping on time or eating their veggies.

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[theratsareinspace]

Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader

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Chapter 5

“He really did that?” said Donna as soon as you told her what had happened.

“I know. I think he was expecting me to come back, because the next morning I found him passed out on the couch. I may have acted like a damsel in the moment… but I can handle fear on my own.”

“Uncle Karl is so annoying! And bad!” Angie sighed, reaching towards the skylight in the Sun-Room.

“Now Angie. Let’s not be rude.” Donna lightly scolded.

“He’s listening, anyway. Apparently he can use his weird metal powers to eavesdrop in every room in this place.”

Donna sighed. “Of course he can.”

“Do you have any family meetings coming up?”

“Tonight!” Angie squealled. “Mother Miranda’s gonna talk about when the village purge is! Oooh, I can’t wait!”

“Village… village purge?”

“Yup! When Mother Miranda gets her baby back she’s gonna trash this place!”

Donna didn’t comment, an indicator that this was a touchy subject for her.

Would I go up in flames with the rest of the village?

You decided not to push it for Donna’s sake, but the thought plagued you for the rest of the day. You found somewhere where you were safe, and had friends and music to keep your company, albeit you were held against your will. But this situation was much better than your old one. Even if you didn’t die… would Karl? You had grown to begrudgingly care about his well being. You sort of liked being around him. If he died… where would you go?

You set out a low-effort dinner for him to eat after the meeting, but you didn’t feel like talking to him. You holed up in your room, listening to sad music and contemplating death.

As you began to drift off, a metal clank alerted you to Karl’s presence outside your door. “You’re not asleep, are you, sweetcheeks?”

“No. Just don’t feel like talking to people. Have a good night.”

“Aw, come on, sugar plum. I don’t intend to eat alone.”

“Then turn on the TV. I’m staying in here.”

You heard him leave, prompting a sigh of relief. Your regained solitude was again stolen when you heard him come back. A half-eaten bag of chocolates was slid under your door.

“… what are you doing?” You asked as you went to take the chocolates.

“I’m not eating alone. Besides, you’ll love to hear what the Big Vigaro did at the meeting.”

You tenitavely sat down by your door, quietly eating your chocolates as he regaled you with tales of Lady Dimitrescu’s antics.

“I think she’s still mad I got you, sweet pea.” The smirk was obvious from his voice.

“Is she that worried about not finding… prey?”

“Mhm, but soon there will be plenty of corpses for her to eat herself to death off of. That’ll be the day.”

“… there will?” He’s talking about the village purge.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let the lycans get to you. Who’d cook? Or do my laundry? Besides, I got another plan that’ll get rid of all our problems.”

… our?

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t tell you, Buttercup. You’ll see real soon.” His chuckle sent a shiver down your spine.

He’s planning something.

“… your plan wouldn’t happen to contain killing the other lords, does it?”

“No. Not yet, anyway. I would love to see the giantess bleeding out, though…”

“The way you casually talk about murder is concerning.”

“Murder is a casual thing to me now, babydoll. Gotta do what you gotta do. World will still spin even if one schmuck isn’t at the dinner table.”

You didn’t say anything. You were terrified. Would he murder you if murder is just ‘casual’?

He continued rambling about something or other for the rest of his meal. You didn’t pay attention, or frankly, care. You were too busy plotting your escape. As of now, Donna’s would be your best bet. You had a map that you had picked up while cleaning that showed the village as well as the 4 Lords’ estates around it. It was a bit of a trek to Donna’s, but you wagered if you left just after Karl fell asleep you’d be able to make it by morning. As soon as he left, you began to pack necessities into a pillowcase. You put on your warmest clothes and silently slipped out of your room and into the elevator. Though it made a lot of noise on its descent, you didn’t seem to wake him. You dashed out as soon as the elevator opened and didn’t look back, blindly making your way into the village. You soon made it to the gates.

“Which one was it again…” you squinted to read the map, not being able to see in the dark.

Suddenly, behind you, you heard a growl. Wolves? No. Lycans. What had moments before been an empty square was now crawling with lycans— on top of houses, climbing the fence, and surrounding you on all sides. You hadn’t foreseen this in your meticulous planning. You screamed, the only thing your brain could think to do. One lunged at you, but dodged at the last second.

“Well, well. Look what the dogs cornered today.” Heisenberg emerged from the shadows. “A little runaway and her rucksack. Where do you think you’re goin’, huh?”

“I… I… I… you don’t scare me! You and your weird monsters and crap. You’re not scary. I am going to Donna’s. She’d treat me better than you.”

“She would? She doesn’t talk half as much as I do. Wouldn’t all that quiet make you as crazy as everyone else who ever goes in that house? Trust me, sweetheart. You don’t want to go there.”

“Donna isn’t as crazy as you think she is.”

“Sure, sugar. Are you done with your little…” he flicked his wrist. “Temper tantrum?”

You sighed. “I have conditions.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“Let me have Donna over for tea at least once a week. I need to do something besides your bidding. And no more freaky movies. And let me go to the duke with you so I actually know what I have to cook with.”

“… it’s a deal.” He walked over to you and stuck out his hand.

You shook his hand, but he used it to throw you over his shoulder and start walking back to the factory.

“HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, YOU… STINKY METAL MAN?”

“You walk too slow. You’ll freeze to death if we go back at your pace, babycakes.”

You thrashed around wildly to make the experience for him as uncomfortable as possible. Weirdly, this didn’t phase him.

He didn’t put you down until you were back in your room, at which point he dropped you straight onto your bed. “Sleep well, kitty, because tomorrow there’ll be punishment for leaving like that.” He grabbed his hammer and sauntered out of the room.

You sighed, curling into the fetal position. He had saved you from those… things, yes, but he didn’t bring you where you wanted to go. You really were stuck here with him.

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[kasey-writes-stuff]

Car rides with punzo

You,Punz,Dream,Sapnap,Karl,Alex and your friend em had all been hanging out in real life most of you had already hung out in real life at least a time or two before. You and punz however had never hung out in real life and with your friends all knowing the feelings you held for each other, but the two of you being blind they sent you two alone to go get stocked up on snacks and drinks and other various things...

You and Punz got in the car opting to take his car... which you guessed it was stick shift! As if you needed anymore reason to fall for him, you internally sighed to yourself. Punz couldn’t help but glance to you as he started the car, admiring your beauty as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear... He snapped himself out of it just in time as you turned to admire him... you admired him for a few short moments before fiddling with your phone..

“You can play your playlist if you want to” He says as you begin the drive to the store, you smile softly and respond “Okay thanks” You don’t want to spend too long picking a song but you also don’t wanna pick something you’re afraid he might not like... Suddenly an idea hits you and you smile to yourself as you watch and wait for Punz’s reaction... he’s confused for a spilt second but then he realizes what it is and begins to laugh

“Really this is what you choose?” You laugh a bit as well “What do you not like this song anymore” You pause the song and he glances at you smiling “No, no it’s not that I just didn’t expect it” You scoff light heartedly “Oh really what did you expect then?” He shrugged nonchalantly “I don’t know I just assumed you’d turn on some boy band like one direction or something” You roll your eyes light heartedly “Well I mean I could’ve but I didn’t know if you would like it or not so...” He glances at you his eyes soft as ever “I will listen to literally anything you want to” you smile softly feeling yourself blush, a few moments pass and you press play again

Punz begins singing the lyrics and his eyes widen as he hears you singing not expecting you to actually know the words and figuring you only turned this on for a joke, he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face as he continues singing...

“It started out on a Wednesday and I couldn’t figure out why you would be mad at me oh woah.. you say it’s nothing but it never ever changes just like that... it’s always whatever anyways every time we try and talk I’m out of here any day.. its always something no, it never ever changes just like that...”

The drop hits and you both begin screaming the lyrics! “I GET THE SHIVERS! WHENEVER I’M THINKING ABOUT YOU! JUST WANNA LEAVE AND LIVE WITHOUT YOU! BE ON MY OWN AGAIN! I GET THE SHIVERS! WHENEVER YOU GO OUT OF LINE YEA! I FEEL IT CREEPING DOWN MY SPINE YEA! WANNA BE LONE AGAIN! WAITING FOR THE” You head banging along as punz tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat... “It’s almost night time waiting for the right time gotta get this right I’m scared to death scared of your eyes looking into my eyes scared that I’ll back out and hold my breathe... wake up one morning and see your face I can feel it coming back these shivers are everyday.. I say it’s over I get out of bed to leave.. yea just like that!” Ironically you guys make eye contact for a moment before quickly breaking it and once more screaming the lyrics “ I GOT THE SHIVERS! WHENEVER I WOULD THINK ABOUT YOU! NOW THAT I LEFT I LIVE WITHOUT YOU! I’M ON MY OWN AGAIN! I GOT THE SHIVERS YOU AINT OUTTA LINE YEA! NOW ITS LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE YEA! CAUSE NOW I’M LONE AGAIN!” You both jam along to the rest of the song and after that you play some 5SOS and TØP to keep up with the hype energy that had been created..

in no time you made it to the store, you were about to open your door when punz said “No” you looked at him oddly but then smiled softly as he opened your door for you and gestured outwards “m’lady” you rolled your eyes as you lightly shoved his chest while getting out of the car “You’re such a nerd” He scoffed as he shut the car door “Excuse me I am not a nerd I was being a gentleman” He lightly poked your side in retaliation, causing for you to squeak and cover it “Come on gentleman nerd let’s go get snacks” He smirked slightly at your reaction but if you were to look into his eyes you would see nothing but pure softness...

you both made it inside and quickly found the chip and cookie aisle piling the cart full of plenty of different options and even multiples of some knowing how much some of the others could eat... It was so hard to not hold his hand as he pushed the cart... after that you went to the drinks getting plenty of sodas and energy drinks but you also were at least semi responsible and got a case of water... Suddenly as you had just finished getting the soda and he was about to ask if there was anything else you wanted to get he noticed you staring at his hand and began blushing... he softly held his hand out and you glanced at him as he smiled lightly... you carefully took his hand interlocking your fingers

“We should get some nerf guns!” You look at him excitedly and he nods smiling at your excitement, his smile morphing into a slight smirk“We really should so I can kick your butt and show you who the supreme nerfer is” You scoff and use your other hand to lightly poke his side as he did to you earlier, he jumps a wobbly smile appearing on his face as he quickly holds his hand up in defense, you giggle and say “Yea we’ll see about that” And so you fit as many nerf guns and bullets into the cart as possible quickly heading back to the house...

On the ride back you let punz pick the music and on instinct you can’t help but wanna hold your hand over his as he drives... what can you say your main love language is touch alright... you cautiously lay your hand on top of his, he smiles lightly and nods signaling that it’s okay, so you make it back to the house the two of you arms filled to the brim with items as you wish to try and make as few trips as possible...

“You know help would be nice” you light heartedly joke and the guys an Em laugh rolling their eyes before helping you both finish carrying things in, soon you finish and finally get to rest.. promptly dropping yourself onto Dream, Punz and Karl.. your head on Karl’s lap, torso on dreams, and legs on Punz’s, Dream being Dream had to be dramatic and complain

“Sheesh do you have to flop so hard I am a living human you know?!” You laugh and say “Really are you?” You poke his face and he rolls his eyes you giggle a bit and then sigh contently as Karl begins absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair, Dream gently scratches your stomach causing for you to giggle and squirm slightly

Punz smiles at you in a daze just in complete awe at your cuteness, Alex notices and laughs “Hey punz you should take a video it’ll last longer you know that right?” He shakes his head blushing lightly “w-what take a video of what” George rolls his eyes “you know what” Dream smirked “videos do last a lot longer but I mean this also happens pretty often so there’s a pretty big guarantee you’ll see this again” punz smiled softly as he awed “Well that’s good to know at least” You shook your head a bit as you sat up “Shut up and let’s go get this nerf war started!” You ran grabbing as many bullets as possible along with the gun you thought you’d best be able to use, all the others quickly following along and grabbing their own guns and bullets and so with that the war began! No real rules set no true end game it was just all utter chaos but so much fun... after a few minutes you guys take a break and then decide to separate into teams you,Dream,em and George on one team, Karl,Punz, and Alex on the other.. if you got shot in the head you were out... things were intense it was down to you and punz... you ran down the hallway and into a bedroom.. you quickly realized that was not the best plan, Punz came running in after you but before he could shoot you yelled

“WAIT DON’T SHOOT!” He raised his eyebrow cautiously lowering his gun.. “why not” You smirked “So I can shoot you instead” you quickly aimed for his head luckily not missing, you giggled dropping the gun, suddenly punz said “You shouldn’t have done that” you looked up and tried to run past him out the door but to no avail as he caught you pinning you to the floor... suddenly he realized your position as did you, you both blushed purfusly.... you slowly looked up to him locking eyes, and before you knew it you closed the distance and your lips met... after a few moments you broke apart, Punz slowly climbing off you gently rubbing his neck embarrassingly, you did the same and you both began to speak

“So-“ you both giggled “you first” “no you first” you groaned giggling “okay okay I’ll go first... I so I... I really like you” punz sighed in relief “Oh thank god because I really like you too..” you smiled softly “Really?” He smiled softly “Yes really you idiot I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it” you scooted over sitting in his lap

He gently scooped you into his arms gently leaving a kiss on your cheek as he swiftly picked you up, suddenly you both heard loud thuds and looked at each other... as punz walked out carrying you, you couldn’t help but giggle and shake your heads at the site before you, the guys and Em all piled on top of each other obviously their covert attempt to try and spy on you guys failed

“Hello boys, hello em” they all waved and said a chorus of hi’s, soon after you all dig into the snacks and settled down to watching some movies

#punztw #punz x reader #punz imagine #dsmp

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I Love You So

Wilbur’s heart thundered in his chest, slamming against his ribcage, making it next to impossible for him to focus on what Karl was saying. They were all signed onto the server, huddled around the deep red stage. 

He had no qualms about singing, he had done it plenty of times on his own streams, that wasn’t what made him nervous. No, what made him nervous was the man in the other room, logging onto the server himself. 

They were so close, yet so far. Wilbur wanted nothing more than to leave his bedroom and wrap him in his arms and watch a movie. But George said it was last minute, that Karl needed some support on his streams, and god Wilbur just wanted George’s friends to like him. 

It was stupid, especially since none of their friends knew they were together, except Phil because, of course. They were both private, George especially, and he asked to keep it a secret until they knew they were serious. Wilbur agreed, all he wanted was for George to be happy. 

But still, Wilbur found himself interacting with the ‘feral crew’ more and more. It wasn’t that he needed their approval, he didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought about his relationship, that was between him and George. But what he did know, was that George loved his friends, and he spent most of his time talking to at least one of them. He wanted to be a part of all of George’s life, not just the hidden touches behind closed doors and turned off web-cams. 

He appreciated how much George was willing to do for his friends. He never sang, not even in front of him, and yet he was still willing to come onto Karl’s karaoke stream so he wouldn’t have to scramble to find someone else. 

The idea of George singing made Wilbur’s stomach pool with warmth and anticipation. He heard the overly high-pitched falsetto, but even that showed his proper control of breath and knowledge of rhythm. Wilbur would do just about anything to hear him sing, genuinely, with all of his heart. 

As the stream progressed, Wilbur tried to make George feel as comfortable as possible, trying to build his courage enough for a small duet. What could he say? Wilbur was a theatre nerd at heart. He was the definition of a hopeless romantic or an ‘old soul’. There’s nothing he wanted more than to have a duet with the man he was falling helplessly in love with. 

He had already slipped up on Quackity’s stream, so he knew he needed to be careful about how he interacted with him. Pink painted his cheeks as he remembered the “George, my boy,” that had come seemingly out of nowhere, based on a meme he had shown him that morning. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning in embarrassment. 

Sitting up straight, Wilbur cleared his throat, waiting for the current song to end before speaking, “I have a proposition,” He licked his lips, inhaling deeply as he tried to rid the uncertainty from his voice, “For George.” 

At his name, George’s attention piqued, letting out a soft, “huh?” 

That small action was enough to make Wilbur’s stomach explode in a kaleidoscope of butterflies, his lips pulling into a grin against his own volition. He could clearly picture George, slumped in his chair, knees to his chest and half asleep. It was incredibly endearing. 

“We’re the only two European left in the call, yeah?” He asked, checking the VC, though he already knew they were, “Well, as a fellow brit, there is one song you won’t be able to say no to.” 

He heard the smallest of grunts from George, making Wilbur’s grin increase ten-fold. They both knew where this was going, as Wilbur constantly tortured his boyfriend with the song. 

“Are you a fan of The Killers?” Wilbur asked, fondness dripping from his voice like honey. Though he was usually confident, especially in their relationship, Wilbur found his voice cracking and his anxiety pulsing.

George giggled, and the now almost silent VC waited for his response. It had been clear they had been trying to get him to sing all night, but he remained stubborn and resilient. 

“I- I don’t know about that,” George replied, his own anxiety remarkably clear in his tone. Wilbur frowned, George wasn’t shy by any means, always willing to reach out. He remembered the day of the vlog when he went up to random people asking for ‘dog content’. But in the quiet VC, he sounded genuinely distraught. 

Okay, that was an exaggeration, but he did sound nervous. Wilbur’s smile melted into a frown, concern replacing his excitement. Karl was trying to convince him to sing, but the last thing Wilbur wanted was to make George uncomfortable. As much as he wanted to hear him sing, his boundaries came first. 

“It’s okay,” Wilbur interrupted, trying, and failing, to keep the disappointment from clouding the conversation, “You don’t want to sing with me, that’s fine. I don’t want to pressure you.” 

They eventually settled on Sapnap joining him and George. Wilbur hoped it made him feel more at ease. 

The song progressed, and beneath George’s falsetto, he swore he could hear the slightest bit of effort. He was trying. Wilbur almost died from the overwhelming burst of affection then and there. 

Soon, the stream ended, and they bid their goodbyes. Wilbur stood from his chair, grabbing his guitar and getting ready to put it away when his door opened, George stepping inside. 

___

George had heard Wilbur’s voice many times before, in the mornings while he cooked, in the shower, hell, he played Your City Gave Me Asthma on repeat while he edited. But there was something about sitting in Wilbur’s apartment, in his hoodie, with his soft voice and giggles echoing through both the hallway and his headset. 

It was extraordinary comforting, wrapping him like a blanket and suffocating him with his warmth. Though he wasn’t complaining. 

He knew how much Wilbur appreciated the smaller things, the more intimate sides that George tended to not show anyone else. He wanted to sing in front of Wilbur, he really did, but it was like an invisible border in his head, keeping him from doing so. Like when he did, there was no going back, and their relationship would be real. 

George wasn’t afraid of commitment, he swore he wasn’t, but he could feel himself growing more attached to Wilbur with each kiss. Quite frankly, he knew he was falling fast, and it terrified him. 

If he let go of his boundaries, there was nothing stopping him from giving every little part of himself to Wilbur. It scared him more than anything. 

He knew Wilbur would never hurt him, he was far too kind for that, always doing what he felt was best. He brought George food when he was busy editing. After streams he would pull him into his embrace, his head burrowing into the crook of his neck, kissing away all of his troubles and making him feel like he was the most important person in the world. 

George swallowed thickly, bracing himself for karaoke. Karl’s original group had some scheduling issues, and he needed last-minute fill-ins, hence his and Wilbur’s appearances. He knew Karl wouldn’t pressure him to sing, he was excellent about respecting his boundaries when he asked, but with Wilbur in the call, the small, prideful part of him wanted to do something that would keep his attention on him. 

The songs passed by quickly, each one building anticipation within him that he couldn’t seem to get rid of. That’s when Wilbur called him out, directly, asking him to duet. 

He wanted to, man did he want to. But it wasn’t just them, or even just their friends, there were almost 200k people eager to clip it and ship it. He would never live it down. 

“I- I don’t know about that,” His breath shuddered as he chewed on his fingernails, an anxious tic he picked up accidentally a few months prior and hadn’t been able to shake. Whenever Wilbur noticed, he always enveloped his hands in his own, before kissing his knuckles. George’s lips pulled into a small smile as he thought about it, his hands settling in his lap. 

That small smile died, however, when he heard Wilbur’s very audible disappointment. It rang through George’s head, making its way down his chest and settling in his stomach like acid. He fought the urge to go straight to Wilbur and make it clear that it wasn’t him, and that he was just nervous. 

He brought his hand back to his mouth. 

The stream ended fairly quickly, it going by in a blur as George was lost in his head, drowning under the weight of his thoughts. The very idea of Wilbur being upset by something he did hurt him far more than he liked to admit. As soon as Karl hosted Sapnap, he shot off a message saying he couldn’t make it and went to Wilbur’s room. 

Opening the door, he saw Wilbur leaning down to put his guitar away, raising his eyes when he heard the door open and giving him a warm smile. George inhaled sharply, speaking before he could talk himself out of it. 

“Don’t put that away,” He said sharply, sitting on the foot of Wilbur’s bed, his fingertips padding against the soft fabric of his duvet. Wilbur raised an eyebrow, but he picked his guitar back up and sat back in his chair, waiting for George’s next instruction. 

“Play the song,” He mumbled, cheeks growing hot. He would hate to see his reflection right then, as he knew that he probably resembled the complexion of a glass of Pinot Noir, “The one you always sing to me when you think I’m asleep.” 

Wilbur’s mouth fell open, his own cheeks growing pink as he realized George heard his serenades in the darkness of his room. He cleared his throat, readjusting his hold on the guitar and softly strumming the first few notes. 

George coughed slightly, licking his lips and looking at the floor, refusing to make eye contact, “I just need someone in my life to give it structure-” He sang softly, closing his eyes, “To handle all the selfish ways I spend my time without her.” 

His voice picked up volume as he sang, and he didn’t miss the way Wilbur gasped as he continued, “-But I love you, so,” He continued, forcing his eyes open and raising them to meet Wilbur's, who seemed breathless. 

George swore he could see tears pooling in Wilbur’s warm eyes, and soon he joined him, his voice soft, letting George’s take over. 

His own eyes felt hot with unshed tears, his chest felt warm, and he tried to convey with every note just how much he meant the words he was singing, “- I love you, so,” his voice broke slightly as they sang the last line of the chorus. Wilbur let the note die in the air, before standing suddenly, laying his guitar against his desk as he moved closer to George. 

Large hands wrapped around George’s head, thumbs rubbing soft circles on his cheeks, wiping away his stray tears. Wilbur was staring down at him like he was the most important thing in his life, like he was the sun and the moon and all the constellations in the night sky. 

That’s when he finally leaned in and kissed him, his soft lips pressing against his own, moving together in tandem. The contact left George breathless, his own hands flying to the back of Wilbur’s head, fingertips running through his hair as he pulled him impossibly closer. 

When they finally broke away, panting and gasping for breath, George leaned his head against Wilbur’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Wilbur laid gentle kisses on the tops of his head, and for a moment, neither said a word. 

Eventually, George looked back up, as nervous as he was, he needed Wilbur to know he was genuine, “I meant it,” he said, referring to the lyrics in the song’s chorus. 

Wilbur smiled, running his hands over his back, his eyes shining with adoration George only dreamt of. He didn’t need George to tell him again, he knew. 

“I did too.” 

#Georgebur #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #songfic #kinda #2065 words #my writing #cross-posted on ao3 #ficlet #not edited #based of karaoke stream #i love you so - the walters

[drunkdyslexic]

Emotions

Summary - Thomas and Reader have been on a few dates but what happens when Karl and Reader find out some news about Thomas.

A constant repeated notification songs comes from Thomas's phone. Everyone in the tent keep looking around at him. 

"Dude your phone is going of like a fireworks display/" Chace states looking at Thomas sitting beside him. 

"Yeah its rather annoying can you turn it on silent." Laz remarks not looking up from wat he was reading. 

"Or off." Karl interrupts. Thomas laughs switching his phone to vibration. His phone buzzes vibrating on the table. 

"Dude." Chace says more aggressively. 

"Sorry." Thomas switches his phone too silent. 

"What is it a group chat or something?" Tony speaks up intrigued by the constant notification. 

"Well kind of." Thomas states. 

"It's several people messaging me. They know I'm on my break, so my phone goes wild."

"Several people?" Laz asks. 

"Well, woman." Thomas states with an arrogant smile. 

"Wait a minute i thought you were dating y/n?" Jack asks. As much confused as the rest of the men at the table. 

"Well kind of..." Thoams says.

"Go on." Chace says. Thomas sniggers, noticing  everyone at his table staring at him waiting for him to explain. 

"I've got to keep my options open,  don't I?" He asks, hoping one of the guys takes his side.

"Does y/n know you are meeting other women." Karl snarls.

'No. I mean I don't.... I don't care." He states looking down at his phone. Tony tilts his head trying to understand the man sitting in front of  him. 

"What do you mean you don't care? Do you not respect her?." Chace asks. 

"No I do. She's just a little weird. Thomas explains putting his phone face down. 

"Weird how/" Karl asks?

"Lik sex wise?" Tony asks excitedly. Everyone glances at Tony annoyed about his question.

"Really?" Karl stares at Tony. 

"What everyone was thinking it. I was only taking one from the team and asked." Tony explains.

"No! You know that's the weird thing. We've not had sex." Thomas states. Everyone relaxes a bit more. 

"She's probably not as desperate the 'other woman."' Karl remarks. Staring dead at Thomas.

"Aswell, she's weird in general." 

"How?" Jack asks.

"She's got like movie and TV memorabilia all around her apartment. Also, she has an unhealthy collection of (your favourite inspirational person) ." Thomas lists. 

"So why are you still seeing her if you don't like her that much." Jack asks. 

"Cause I want to get a taste of her." Thomas states smiling 

"Oh I've had enough of this." Laz states standing up and leaving the tent. Everyone watches him leave. 

"You mean..." Tony starts.

"We all know what he means. You don't need to clarify." Karl snaps shaking his head at Tony. Tony hold his hands up leaning back in his chair. 

"I highly doubt you will get that far with y/n." Karl tells Thomas. 

"I like the chase." Thomas states smiling at Karl. Karl's getting angry by the minute. 

"Also I don't believe she's as good as a director as everyone thinks she is. Men have always been supreme when it comes to directing." Thomas announces. 

"Oh my god." Chace remarks shaking his head. Everyone noy able to look at Thoams now. 

"You're a fucking Cunt!" Karl says aggressively staring at Thoams. Everyone is taken aback by Karl's comment. 

"Oh thank you I always wanted to be called a cunt by you." Thomas joke. 

"That's not what fuck meant." Karl says trying to keep his temper. 

"She took you under her wing . She showed you the ropes. She was going to make you better than her. She was going to ask Erik if you could stay in the crew permanently. " Karl rants.

"And this is what you do in return. You go behind her back. Call her names behind her back., where she's not here to defend herself. All so you what? Yiu can get her pants." Karl continues he stands up.

"Wow!" The guys all say as a collective at the table. Tony stands up trying to get him to calm down. Everyone prepared to jump in to stop a fight. At this point everyone in the tent has eyes on Karl. 

"Look I didn't mean to touch a never. I was just answering your questions. I didn't realise how protective of y/n some of you are." Thoams says trying to calm the moment.

"Of course we are protective of her. She's our friend. We respect her." Chace tell Thomas. 

"Unlike you. You ungrateful fuck." Karl snarls at Thomas. Thomas sighs watching his situation.  

"I think you should get some air." Tony says to Karl. Who's staring at Thomas with fury in his eyes. 

"Yeah. Probably the best." Thomas remarks smirking to himself as he relaxes into his seat. Karl flinches. 

"Don't. Ignore it. Rise above it." Tony tells Karl. Karl takes a deep breath  taking away his gaze from Thomas. He says everyone watching him. He nods repeatedly. Stopping at Thomas before he leaves. 

"You stop with y/n today. Or I will." Karl threatens Thomas. Everyone watching the kiwi worried what he is going to do. 

"Okay." Thomas says sarcastically. Holding his hands up surrendering to Karl. All eyes watch Karl as he leaves the tent. Before going back to their own business. 

"Should someone check on him?" Chace asks.

"No." Jack and Tony say in unison. 

"Give him time to breathe." Tony says. Everyone unsure what to do now they head back to the set, leaving Thomas alone. A few eyes watching him, he smiles at them finishing his lunch. 

...

You are helping the set get set up for the next scene. Karl rushes up to you.

""Y/N." You turn to see Karl like you never seen him before miffed at something. 

"What's up?" You ask smiling as you set up a camera. 

"I know it's not something you might want to hear right now but it's about Thomas." He states tirelessly. You stop what you're doing surveying him. He looks defeated. 

"Is this about him; seeing other girls?" You ask. His shoulder sink. You turn pointing to Laz who is sitting on his chair at the side of the chair. He is watching you both waving at Karl.

“Beside I find it a bit ironic considering us.” You state. 

“We’ve not fucked since he’s turned up.” Karl declares, 

"Laz already told me. But i already knew about it. I'm handling it," Shocked at your answer he shakes his head. 

"Sorry." He apologises like it was his fault. 

"You don't need to. I'm handling it." You reassure him rubbing his arm. Before you help set the other camera up.  Karl sighs deeply noticing Laz sympathetic expression. He walks over to him sitting beside him trying to calm himself down. 

...

Hours after the situation in the tent people keep telling you what happened. Explaining how angry and protective Karl was about you. How much they had a bad feeling about that Thomas guy. You thanked them and reassured them you had a plan for Thomas. After you hear all the stories about Karl in the tent you go to his trailer. He opens his door watching you  he can't look you in the eye. Ashamed of what he's done he looks drained. You start to walk up the steps of his trailer he allows you closing it behind you. You don't know what to say or how to even start. 

"I heard what you and the rest of the guys done for me in the tent; especially you." You say watching him. He is still avoiding making eye contact with you, staring into an empty space 

"Karl look at me." You be him. He  hangs his head shutting his eyes sighing before raising his head up to stare at you. 

"Thank you." You state before you step closer to him, hugging him tightly. Rest your head on his chest. His eyes immediately as you wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arm around you, his hug it's so warm. It immediately relaxes you. You breath in his cologne

"I don't know what came over me. Just this overpowering rage came from  within me." He speaks, you pull away glancing up at him, your arms still wrapped around each other. 

"I know."  You reassure him. You glance up at him biting your lip. 

"I have a plan." You state excitedly. He raises his eyebrow intrigued. You push way from him. Ready to pitch him your plan. He sits down on the closets chair watching you. 

"Two days after my date with Thomas. The girl that served us messaged me."  You started. Karl looked confused.

"Bare with." You reassure him.

"She messaged me on Instagram saying Thomas was supposed to be dating her when I  went on the date with him. Listen to this." You said excitedly. Grabbing a stool and sitting it in front of Karl. He smiles watching you explain your story. 

"He cancelled on her that night. To take me out on a date. So she took an extra shift at work because she got cancelled on. Then turns up y/n with Thomas." You say smiling at Karl. He looks at you getting the sense of the  all information. 

"What a prick." He remarks. 

"That's not even the best part." You smile bigger. 

"Theres more?" He asks. You nod. 

"There're more girls. And...and" You can't tale the excitement anymore. Karl stop but smile at you. 

"He's married. And she's expecting." You say pointing at Karl. You take a deep breath glad you got it out. 

"Cunt." Karl breathes. You nod.

"I know. What a fucking cunt." You exclaim. He grabs your face pulling you to his; kissing you. You pull back exhaling studying his face. 

"Sorry. Just a little turned on." Karl laugh.

"Wow, and it's you that's the weird on?" You remark. He pushes you away softly.

"So what's this plan." He asks.

"I with the girl from the restaurant are meeting his wife over the weekend. We're going to present all the evidence to her." 

"Is the right thing to do in her state?" He asks concerned. 

"Yeah. She is aware of what he's been doing. But doesn't have enough evidence to present to him. Now she will." You reassure him. He just stares at him. You can tell he's thinking. 

"You are weird and a bitch." He sniggers. You smile back nodding at him. 

"Yeah. But it turns you on. So..." You justify yourself biting your bottom lip. You straddle him sitting on the seat he moves your hair behind your ears. You both watch each other as you move in to kiss each other. 

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