#quackity baby i PROMISE you can do better

[comfymoth]

wow the election arc was so great right guys?

#quackity baby i PROMISE you can do better #my art #dream smp #wilbur soot #quackity #jschlatt

[thenewausten]

Quackity Imagine: You're losing me.

You and Quackity were dating for a few years now, to be specific, for 5 years now. You both grew up together, learned english together, moved together, wanted to buy a house and get married, wanted to have children together and get older and older together.

But your relationship was getting so... Sad. Gray, with a lot of fights, argues and so much... Anger. You were watching everything you build with so much effort disappear in front of you.

"Alex, I just want to talk!" You say to him, so sad, angry and confused. Why was he being such an asshole?! "I don't 'fuckin want to talk right now, Y/N!" He raises his voice so you can understand. "I'm so tired of seeing your face, give me a 'fuckin time." You can hear the anger in his voice, making your heart aches. "So tired of seeing my face?! How do you want to marry me if yo..."

"I don't want to marry you. You're such a selfish person, why can't you understand that I don't want to 'fuckin talk right now?!" It was better to get hit by a car in your opinion, if your heart was aching, now he's not even on your chest anymore. Alex sees all the damage he caused on you with his words in your eyes full of tears. "Amor, I didn't mean to..."

"Fuck you." You say as you leave his office.

After this fight, Alex promised you he would change and you accepted his apologies when he gave you a beautiful bouquet of roses.

Well, he didn't change.

"You're losing me, Alex! Don't you see it?" You ask him, your voice in pieces, just like your heart. Again. The boy breaks your heart with his anger, with the fights and the way he yells at you and then fixes it with bouquets, apologies and false promises of change just to break it on the next day.

"What do you want me to do, Y/N?" He asks, you know it's your last fight, you can't take it anymore. You're sick of the anger in his voice. "Do something, 'Lex! You aren't doing anything! You're not changing and you promised me you'd do it!" You say, tears on your cheeks as soon as you let it go from your mouth, Alex sighs. "It's not that easy, okay?"

"Yes, but I accepted too much, I can't do it anymore. You're destroying me, Alex." You whisper, more tears rolling from your eyes as the boy looks at you. "I'm so tired of fighting for our relationship while you're sitting behind a 'fuckin desk! You don't even care about my health! You don't even know what's 'happenin in my life and we live in the same apartment, dude!"

"I'm sorry if I'm too busy 'workin so I can give you the best life, Y/N." He says, irritated. "I work too, Alex! Stop being an asshole!" You say, now you're the angry one here. How can he be such an idiot?! "Yeah, but I have to work too. Or will you pay the bills?!"

"So that's the problem?! Do you want me to pay more bills?"

"What the fuck, Y/N?!" He complains. "Don't say it, I don't want you to pay anything."

"You were the one complaining about it! I just want to understand the beginning of the problem!" You say and he sighs. The boy was about to explode, you'd see it. "Alex, say someth..."

"Maybe the beginning of the problem is that I don't love you anymore, Y/N!" He yells, looking into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. Watching he destroys you completely. "We should break up." He whispers. "But..." You start, but you can't control your sobs.

"I'm sorry, I can't pretend I want to marry you and have children with you. At first I wanted, but..." He shrugs and you sit on the sofa. "Y/N..." You couldn't control yourself, the sadness was so deep in your chest you couldn't even breathe. "I'm sorry, mi vida." He pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead. "You just... I thought we'd be together..." You whisper between sobs. "I know, baby." He whispers, his voice cracks a little when he says it. "I'm sorry."

Alex realised he didn't love you anymore in a random Sunday, when you both went to the beach and you saw a couple with their kids. "Look at us in the future." You'd say to him with a smile on your face. "Yeah, sure." He'd say it, not wanting to have this future... With you.

He didn't know what was 'happenin. He believed it'd pass, but it didn't. Days passed and he couldn't feel what you felt for him. Not anymore. He was losing you and he knew it. He wanted it. He wanted to lose you. All the confusion turns to anger because it's more easy if you start to hate him. You won't suffer so much when he breaks up. But how could you hate the love of your life?!? He was just making you sad, destroying you from the inside to the outside, making you sob every night, scared to lose him.

You gave him so many chances, you betrayed yourself so many times for the past months. Just because you didn't want to break up with him. And then he does it in seconds.

You left the apartment at the next day, not even recognising yourself anymore. You're pure sadness, you didn't know what to do with your life without Alex on it. You didn't want to feel love for someone, like, ever again. You couldn't take another heartbreak.

The boy killed your dreams to get married, to have a family and to build it with so much love. Damn, you couldn't believe it. He lost you and made you lost yourself, your dreams and will to live.

After a few months, Alex discovered that, in fact, the reason why he was being such an asshole with you was not because he didn't love you anymore, it was because he was scared and insecure about his own future.

Damn, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he lost you.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

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[icarlyspanishsubtitles]

I got flu and need comfort soo how about reader getting sick while Quackity is in Mexico. I think he would be super worried and always calling to check on u.

Btw I loveed your last fic, you're amaziing <3

awee i love this idea! i’m so sorry i didn’t see it sooner i’ve been out of town, also thank you for the love, your amazing!! feel better! this was rushed, my apologies for it being shorter.

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“my poor sweet girl..”

warnings: ⚠️fluff, girl pronouns, sickness INCLUDING throw up. really descriptive feeling of sickness.⚠️

you had woken up that morning, feeling groggy and absolutely exhausted. you checked the time to see it was 3am, and the overwhelming feel of your stomach absolutely pounding felt horrible.

you ran to the bathroom, hurling over to the toilet feeling all of the fluids from your body dispose. tears came into your eyes from the unexpected turn. you layed yourself on the bathroom floor, hating so badly the feeling of being sick.

picking up the phone, you decided to call your boyfriend alex, he’s the only person that could make you feel better at this moment.

“hi my love. what’s going on, it’s like 2 am there or somethin.”

you could hear his smile through the screen, which clearly left after you started crying a little being in pain, you were in obvious distress as you started speaking.

“i feel really really bad, and my stomach hurts, and i’m on the bathroom floor, and i can’t think of anything but the pain and-“

you started rambling, not even thinking before you spoke as you just wanted him to know how bad everything felt like it was going in the span of 5 minutes. he then stops you mid sentence,

“hey, hey, baby. it’s okay, listen to me. do you have any tylenol?”

you barely lift your head up, trying to be a little closer to the speaker of the phone.

“i think so?..”

he sighs a little bit, keeping the gentle tone in his voice.

“okay, sweet girl when you feel like you can get up, go and take that medicine okay? i’m so sorry mi vida, you know i want to be there right now with you.”

you want to keep him from worrying, he’s visiting family right now and you know if you ask he will immediately go and buy a plane ticket to see you.

the next morning you see 7 unread messages from your beloved boyfriend. all of them are him being worried, asking how you are. you go into the facetime app, clicking onto his contact.

the phone could barely go into the first ring before he answers.

“hey my love. how are you feeling?”

you shrug to yourself, you know that your stomach still feels as shitty as it did before. you wanted to be honest, just not as detailed.

“not too good babe, not going to lie. but i do feel better, thank you for suggesting the tylenol last night it helped, i promise.”

he looks at me, like i’m some poor stray puppy on the street.

“you do know i can come there right now? i can get a ticket, you know what let me get my computer i’ll schedule a day-“

you stop him, not wanting your sickness to mess up his plans.

“no. alex your family has been waiting for months to see you, they’ll be so upset even if they don’t show it.. you know that.”

he doesn’t want to admit that you are right, and he definitely wouldn’t want an argument while your already feeling horrible.

“okay, you know what, sure. but is your stomach feeling okay? did you throw up again?”

you turn over to the other side of the bed, as it felt cooler. when you got sick, your body always felt as if it was overheating.

“nu uh. my tummy still hurts, but no throw up.”

he snickers a little bit past the phone.

“tummy?”

“shut up.”

“i’m kiddingggg.”

you scoff a little rolling your eyes. you had a 101 fever, did he really think you were in the mood?

“your not funny.”

he smirks a little, then tries to actually talk to you.

“i’m sorry baby, im sorry. i know you feel bad right now, get some sleep okay? call me when you wake up.”

the day had its regular pattern throughout. you had been binge watching disney movies, as you felt there was literally nothing else to do. alex would call or text checking up, and always would hang up so you could watch your movie.

“hey sweet girl, what movie are we on right now?”

you held onto your pillow, adjusting the heating pad on your stomach.

“uhmmm. i’m currently on the lion king.”

he laughs a little at the tiredness in your voice, it made you sound adorably exhausted.

“wow i haven’t watched that in a while, i remember the.. oh a hakunu matatu?”

“a fucking what?”

you smile a little as a slight giggle escapes your lips. you hadn’t known he knew exactly what the song was called, he just attempted to make you laugh with a shitty joke.

he laughs along with you a little bit, before he talks more sincerely, showing his concern for his beloved girlfriend.

“are you feeling any better amor? everything going okay?”

“yes baby. i’m feeling good as to right now.”

he smiles through the screen, looking directly at you with love.

“good. listen i’m going to be home in a day or two, and ill make everything up.”

that night you felt yourself getting sick once again. your stomach had been your enemy for what seemed to you like forever. it’s as if he has a boyfriend sense, as he called you right as you felt yourself getting sick.

“hi baby! what are we feeling like?”

he asks oh so enthusiastically, which was the polar opposite of how you were at that moment. you sniffle a little.

“i feel..so bad..”

he pouts to hear your raspy little voice so sad and hurt. he immediately speaks up.

“oh my poor sweet girl.. what hurts right now?”

you couldn’t even think of one thing right now, as it felt like knives were coming in at every single direction.

“everything.”

he looks at you with honestly such a sad little look on his face. he tries to talk a little quieter, trying to be as confronting as he knew how to.

“it’s going to be okay my love.. take some more medicine, and we can talk for however long you want to alright? i love you so much, and im so sorry..”

for the next two days, you made sure he knew you were alright, wanting him to calm down as you were the top thing in his mind. the pattern went on until you did actually feel better, and when he came home, he was over the top in showing his love.

#quackity x reader #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #quackity #quackity fanfic #domestic fluff #qsmp x reader #x reader #fanfic #fluff #love #sickfic

[millzieraa]

Can you do like a one where quackity takes care of you when your drunk buutttt before you became drunk yall have a big fight, then you left to go to the bar alone and you get like really drunk and he finds you and takes care of you

I'm sorry if half of this doesn't make sense, and if it's too long😭😭😭😭

𓇢𓆸 Drunk in love 𓇢𓆸

Summary: after a big fight with Alex, you drink to numb the heartbreak you feel. But after getting too drunk, you call Alex. And of course, he comes to your rescue.

Note: ITS THE WEEKEND SO IMA POST YAYA!! also thank you guys for the support, it’s always appreciated! Also I’m watching the Florida project bc they put it back on Netflix 😋

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“Fuck.” You slur as you dial his number. You and Alex had a big fight about an hour and a half ago, and it ended in you storming out y’all’s shared apartment with tears rolling down your face. You just felt like he never had time for you, and of course you knew he was busy and stuff but it’d be nice to always feel loved by your boyfriend…

On the other hand, he felt as though you were being selfish. He had to work, he had things to do? He spends enough time with you. He felt as though you were just being needy. But once he heard the door slam followed by silence, he knew he fucked up.

His hands run down his face as he sits on the end of y’all’s shared bed. He picks up his phone, his finger hovering over the “call” button on your contact but he decides against it. Putting his phone down. He waited another hour and finally…

*RING* *RIN-* he picked up in the middle of the second ring, like he was waiting near his phone..“y/n! Are you okay, where are you?” Alex’s worried voice rings out in your ear. “A-Alex- I need you to-I need you to c-come get meee~” Alex can tell by your voice that your drunk, and someone like you being alone, drunk, and vulnerable at this time at night was not good.

“Baby-where are you?” Alex says, the jingling of keys are heard in the background as you drunkly stutter out where you are. Not even 10 minutes later, you see his car park right next to you. As Alex gets out the drivers seat, you walk towards him- well more like stumble towards him.

“Amor, come on let’s get you home now” Alex says grabbing your arm to steady you and leading you to the passenger seat. He drives home as you lay your head on the window, your mind racing with thoughts. Once you get home Alex helps you out of the clothes you’re wearing now, and into some clean ones. He washes your face and helps you into bed.

Once you’re in bed he snuggles up next to you. “I’m sorry.” He says softly into your hair, pressing kisses to your head. “Hm..?” You whisper, as you look up at your beloved. “I’m sorry- fuck, Ive been a shit boyfriend. And you don’t deserve that, I’ll try to be- no I will be a better boyfriend to you.” He says kissing your forehead.

“I promise.” He says, his black eyes staring into yours. “Thank-thank you Lex” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiles as you nuzzle closer to him, pressing into his bare chest with a soft smile.

He loves you more than anything in the world. While you were gone he just stared at the ceiling, feeling like an absolute dick. He recalled all the times he streamed instead of spending time with you. All the times he worked on lore instead of coming to bed. All the times he neglected you and your needs

As he felt your breathing on his chest, he felt so much love for you. He sighed, pressing kisses to your hair. Alex pulls your sleeping body closer to his, as he feels his eyes get heavy.

He would be better. For you. He would always do it for you. Always.

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#quackity #qsmp #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #alex quackity x reader

[trashland-llamas]

Puffy; Dream’s remarkably durable, and I think it’s because if he broke a leg, we’d have to put him down and the devil will not take him back.

Sam; you belong in federal prison

— — —

Sapnap; the flame calls to me, not by its warmth or its pumpkin spiced aroma, but by its desire for calamity and destruction.

— — —

Eret; See, I know something children don’t.

Wilbur; And what’s that?

Eret; Well, no one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is ever truly good.

— — —

Schlatt; I’m abusing my body like an altar boy lately, my cholesterol is rising like Jesus. I’m gaining weight like I’m on birth control and I’m gobbling food like Augustus Galloop. I can’t stop.

— — —

Tommy; Why did you kill Wilbur, Niki?

Philza; Innit

Tommy; Well, she already admitted to the murder Mr. Minecraft

Philza; Actually I believe she asked ‘who do you think killed him?’ It’s an ambiguous question.

Niki; No, I killed him. I did it, because he broke a promise to me.

Philza; The promise to stay with you?

Niki; He tossed me a couple hundred bucks and told me he was going to Utah, that we wouldn’t see each other anymore

Tommy; What’d you do?

Niki; I detonated the final control room, it was kinda an accident right? What do you call it, a crime of passion?

Philza; You detonated the final control room?

Niki; Yes

Philza; And he was conscious at the time?

Niki; Yea, he screamed okay?

Tommy; What then?

Niki; I ran away

Philza; No, Niki, you didn’t

— — —

Tina; What if I just dropped out to be a stripper?

Hannah; Do you have the body confidence for that?

Tina; *shakes head no*

Hannah; Stay in school

Tina; Okay

— — —

Techno in court; I never kicked a baby and I didn’t shoot Obama. And I’ve never committed arson, never once, not at all. And I’ve never committed tax fraud and I’ve never escape prison and I’ve never been to Boston in the fall.

— — —

Wilbur; This is a private matter

Fundy; Dream stays

Wilbur; This is family

Fundy; That’s why he stays!

— — —

Tubbo to Aimsey; Word of advice, don’t doubt my ability to burn a bridge while standing on it

— — —

Ponks; You’re in pain! I can tell by what you’re saying…

Schlatt; My bad. I forgot you were fragile.

Techno; I forgot someone who doesn’t even know me told you I’m an asshole.

Dream; I forgot that I’m the villain.

Niki; I forgot I always spread positivity but you think I didn’t.

Tommy; I forgot that hatred stems from people who hate their own existence.

Quackity; I forgot I’m better off alone.

Puffy; I forgot I cared for everyone’s happiness but forgot about my own.

— — —

Boomer; How?!

Hannah; Magic

Purpled; Bullshit

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[peninkwrites]

Karl & Quackity (don't) Date - Ch 12 of ?

Quackity goes on a few dates. Karl briefly has a gun.

[CW: alcohol, implied/referenced abuse, emotional abuse, controlling behavior, suicidal ideation, guns]

Crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 11

Ch 13

Mafia AU

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Quackity had slept better the rest of that night than he thought he would, largely because of Tubbo.  Rather than returning to his own room, he had followed Quackity into one of the guest rooms and had all but refused to leave, gravely saying, “I’m not leaving you alone until morning.  If he’s gonna come back and hurt you, he’ll have to do it in front of me.”  A strange promise, but nonetheless comforting.  Tubbo couldn’t promise to keep Quackity safe, but he could promise to be there.

Fear returned once that night, wherein Quackity and Tubbo both heard the door into the guest room open, both of them awake and frozen, easily sharing the massive bed, but neither of them moved.  They just listened.  They heard that man scoff, and the door closed, and he left.  Quackity could breathe again.  Schlatt likely was just checking to make sure Quackity had obeyed his last demand not to leave the house.  Quackity knew Tubbo had woken up as well, but neither of them said a word, they understood the relief the other felt just fine without words, and sleep returned eventually.

Quackity did not leave the house come morning.  He had a feeling he shouldn’t leave until he has Schlatt’s explicit permission, so instead he tried to make himself feel more like a person.  He first goes into Schlatt’s room, only a little afraid knowing he’ll likely be asleep for several more hours, and gets some of his clothes he’s left here.  He showers off the scent of fear and Schlatt’s cologne and undeniably a hint of blood, and that helps.  He and Tubbo don’t talk about the night before.  They don’t talk about the rug now missing from the dining room.  They eat cereal in silence, both listening, waiting for Schlatt to stir.

He almost killed you last night.  He will kill Karl.

Quackity feels a little like the world is ending and a little like this is just part of the same old storm that will pass in a few days.  He’s grown so numb to the violence, he hasn’t grown numb to the loss.  He hasn’t had much to lose before now.

“Where’s my sugar pumpkin?” Schlatt’s voice from down the hall makes both of them jump.

Quackity and Tubbo stare at each other, bewildered.  Schlatt has returned to patronizing pet names, and however demeaning, it’s still too lighthearted for Quackity to trust.  He knows better than to keep Schlatt waiting.  Part of him wonders if he’ll round the corner right into the barrel of a gun, but Schlatt could have finished the job last night if he wanted to.

Schlatt smiles at the sight of him, no weapon drawn, leaning over to kiss Quackity’s forehead.  “Hey, baby, you sleep okay?”

“Fine..?” Quackity says.

“Did the brat have a nightmare or something?  He make you hold his hand?” Schlatt scoffs.

Quackity is good at talking, generally.  He doesn’t know what answer is safe in this situation.  He has to say something anyway.  “No, no it was fine.”

“Good.  He ever gets on your nerves, you can always just…” Schlatt mimes backhanding someone.  “Get him to fuck off, eh?”

Quackity would rather not puke cheerios, but Schlatt isn’t making it easy for him.  “It’s fine, Schlatt,” Quackity says, voice taut.  Maybe if he didn’t know better, he would’ve offered more.  “Tubbo’s a good kid.  He doesn’t bother me.”  Or a brave “I’m not doing that shit.  Fucking ever.”  But he doesn’t.  He leaves it at that and bottles his disgust.

“Alright, alright, you’re more patient than I am,” Schlatt croons, arm around Quackity’s waist.  “I was thinking, after our little spat last night, our little tiff, we could go out for breakfast,” He muffles his next words, murmured between kisses up Quackity’s neck and cheek, “you and me?”

Quackity finds all of this unnerving, but he just does what he’s always done, he keeps playing the role.  “S-Sure, Schlatt, we can do that.”  Quackity has a few bruises on his throat from the night before, but that’s nothing, that’s easily dismissed.  Even if he ran into someone from work in public, he should be fine.  He’s mostly surprised Schlatt is letting him leave the house.  Then again, what trouble could he possibly find with Schlatt’s arm around his waist?

Quackity allows Schlatt to pull him back into the alley.  Schlatt gets the car door for him.  Quackity just stares out the window as Schlatt gets into the driver’s side.  They’ve hit traffic just before the bridge to the West side, and Quackity jumps when he feels Schlatt’s hand on his thigh.

“You doing okay, pumpkin?” Schlatt glances over at him.  “Why’re you all nervous?”

Quackity is torn.  He’s locked in a car with the guy, he should keep playing along, but doing so is making him feel insane; so he doesn’t.  “I guess I’m still a little shaken up from you almost shooting me in the fucking face.”

Schlatt sighs, but his nails don’t dig into Quackity’s thigh, he doesn’t instead slam Quackity’s head against the dash, instead he just lets go, both hands on the wheel.  “You know I didn’t mean to, but still, only fair I say it, I’m sorry.”

Quackity looks over at him, puzzled, and when Schlatt glances back, he looks troubled.  Quackity might even say worried.  Almost like his apology is sincere.  “What?”

“I don’t like scaring you, baby,” Schlatt says with a pout.  “So, I’m sorry things got so messy last night.”

Quackity’s hope for sincerity dies, because if there’s one thing Schlatt likes, it’s scaring him.  Nonetheless, even insincere, an apology is more than Quackity had expected.

“I… I appreciate that, Schlatt,” Quackity says carefully.  “I forgive you” would have been a lie and the thought of saying “thank you” leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

Schlatt smiles and doesn’t seem to take issue with that reply.  “You’re gonna love this place.  The coffee is top-tier.”  Schlatt parks outside of some fancy french cafe.  This time he doesn’t get the door for Quackity, instead saying “get the meter for me, will you, sweetheart?” and tossing him a quarter.

That kind of behavior Quackity expects more.  He joins Schlatt where he holds the door open for him, and enters the restaurant.  He feels Schlatt right behind him, his hand on his lower back.  They’re seated at a table by the window.  The restaurant is relatively crowded, considering it’s a Sunday morning, and Quackity occupies himself with staring at the other families and couples gathered here.  He knows making comparisons will only make him more depressed, but it’s easier than looking at Schlatt.

Schlatt snaps his fingers in his face.  “You gonna look at the menu or just space out?”  He says dryly.

“I mean, I didn’t see a point,” Quackity says.

“Why?” Schlatt says mildly, a picture of innocence.

Quackity stares at him, wary.  Schlatt always orders for him when they go out to eat.  If Quackity ever tries, he gets cut off, “no, no he doesn’t want that.  He’ll have a salad.  I mean, come on, look at him,” and Quackity would prefer to avoid a repeat of that particular humiliation.  If he just lets Schlatt order for him in the first place, usually it’s fine.

Quackity is trying to understand what rules Schlatt is playing by now.  Is he not supposed to acknowledge that that’s how it goes?  “I mean, usually you pick something for me,” Quackity says carefully.

“Today, you get whatever you want, honeypie,” Schlatt smiles.  “But you should definitely try the coffee here.”

“Oh,” Quackity frowns.  Quackity picks up the menu, glancing at Schlatt on occasion, feeling like he’s paranoid, he still thinks this is a trick in some way.  He scans the menu with strategy in mind.  What would piss him off?  Quackity just ate cereal, but when the server returns, he gets pancakes, bacon, and as an afterthought black coffee, but Schlatt doesn’t cut him off, doesn’t tell him to not get the bacon, he just orders for himself.

There’s silence after the server leaves, Quackity nervous, and for once Schlatt not obsessed with the sound of his own voice.  Schlatt rests his chin on his palm, other hand idly stirring sugar free sweetener into his coffee, watching him.  Quackity finds he doesn’t want to break the silence first, so he tolerates it, continuing to people watch instead.  The other patrons of this restaurant are all acting like normal fucking people, chatting or eating or something.  Quackity doesn’t know why Schlatt isn’t talking.

“Y’know, your Mr. Beast idea was fucking good.  We got ourselves a hefty profit,” Schlatt finally talks, and it’s to offer praise.

“Good.  I mean, you and your boys did all the heavy lifting,” Quackity says, taking a sip of his coffee.  It’s good.  Damnit.

“Aw, don’t sell yourself short, baby, you thought of it,” Schlatt says sweetly.  “Y’know, you’re more than a pretty face.”

That throws Quackity off.  Schlatt complimenting him on something other than his appearance.  “What’s gotten into you, Schlatt?” Maybe Quackity should be more reserved considering the threats Schlatt made the night prior, but if anything it’s made him feel like he has less to lose.  If Schlatt is already willing to put a gun to his head, what’s pressing a few more buttons going to do?

“What d’you mean?” Schlatt says mildly.

“You’re…” Quackity’s impulse is to say you’re being sort of respectful, you’re acting decent, but he has a feeling that might be a little too blunt for Schlatt to tolerate.  “I dunno.  Just acting different.”

Schlatt smiles.  “I did some reevaluating, Quackity.  And I think lately, I haven’t been showing you just how much I value you, alright?  You’re…” Schlatt reaches out and takes Quackity’s hand across the table.  “Very special to me.”

Quackity stares at Schlatt’s hand holding onto his, not squeezing too tight, just holding his.  “Thank you, Schlatt,” Quackity says softly.

“Uh huh?” Schlatt seems to be waiting for something.

“You’re… you’re important to me too,” Quackity says quickly.  “I… I owe you a lot.”

Schlatt smiles, satiated.  “Yeah, you do.”  He sighs, “y’know, you can’t blame me for being a little worried.  I’m an older guy.  Who’s to say your cute ass won’t find someone your age?”

It’s clearly a pointed question.  Quackity’s answer matters.  “I mean, a younger guy can’t do for me what you do.”

“I’m glad you haven’t forgotten that, pumpkin,” Schlatt pats his hand, letting go.

Quackity is saved from thinking of a reply by their food arriving.  Quackity had already had cereal that morning, and he’s a bit sick with nerves, but he eats almost as a matter of vindication.  Schlatt said he could eat whatever he wanted today, so he’ll eat garbage and wait for Schlatt to make some snide comment about his looks.  But the comment never comes.  Schlatt lets him eat in peace, only going so far as to steal a piece of bacon off his plate.  Quackity doesn’t trust it, so he keeps eating, even once he feels sick.  He’s determined to not being the dainty fucking trophy Schlatt wants him to be.

“Alright, you getting the check?” Schlatt says once the bill arrives.

Quackity stares at him, frustrated dread rising up because of course there had to be a catch.  Quackity decides what he eats like a fucking normal adult should, and Schlatt makes him literally pay for it.

“I’m just kidding, jesus, Quackity, don’t look at me like I shot your fucking dog,” Schlatt says dryly.  He tuts him, “careful, sweetheart, people might think you’re a gold digger.��  He laughs.

Quackity tries to relax, to lose the tension in his shoulders.  It’s not easy, that little reminder that Schlatt has power over him, even when he lets Quackity briefly pretend he doesn’t.

In that pause, in that moment of sullen discontent, Quackity thinks of Karl.  It’s been easier to stay in survival-mode, to justify not thinking about him and what he’ll have to do, but Karl worms his way into his thoughts anyway.

He misses him.  It’s been less than 24 hours, but it feels like days.

“Hello?  Earth to Quackity?  Shit, why do you really look like I shot your fuckin’ dog?” Schlatt raises an eyebrow at him.  “Pancakes weren’t any good?  Were you hoping for a sugar rush?”

If that is the only dig Schlatt makes about his eating habits, it’s downright positive compared to other more critical instances.

“Sorry, Schlatt, just… y’know, thinking.”

“What about?”

Quackity hadn’t expected Schlatt to in any way give a shit about his thoughts, which means Quackity now has to come up with an answer.  “I dunno.  I… I like these kinds of days with you.  Better than I do the other ones.”  He doesn’t know why that grain of truth is what comes out, but nonetheless it does, and he can’t fathom how Schlatt is going to deal with it.

“I want more days like this, pumpkin.  It’s just… hard to manage sometimes,” Schlatt says still too sweetly.  Quackity reads the implication, even if this time Schlatt bothers with a polite facade.  Schlatt had meant you’re hard to manage sometimes.

“Careful, maybe I’ll hold you to that,” Quackity says lightly, cautiously, but it makes Schlatt laugh.

“Come on, honeybun.  This was fun, but y’know, I got shit to do today,” he tosses some cash on the table and stands.  The moment Quackity is within reach, his hand is back on his waist.

When they return to the house, Tubbo appears on the upstairs landing, looking over the railing into the front hall with concern and a clear question in his eyes.  Quackity just shrugs.  He doesn’t know why Schlatt is acting like this either.  Tubbo keeps his solemn frown, assessing Quackity’s physical wellbeing, before deciding Quackity is not urgently in need of help nor in any immediate danger and he retreats to his bedroom.  It’s oddly sweet, how often Tubbo seems to think he should and can save him.  Quackity just needs to make sure there’s never a time where Tubbo actually puts himself in the way.

Quackity is grateful it’s a Sunday.  He has an excuse to leave the house the following morning, the real concern is whether or not Schlatt will let him.  Quackity puts it off until that night, as Schlatt will be at least a little drunk.  “Schlatt, I have work tomorrow.”

“Yeah?  As you do every Monday?  What?” Schlatt scoffs.  He sits on the edge of his bed, clumsily removing his shoes, forehead damp with sweat as his body attempts to expel the alcohol.  Schlatt hadn’t had anything to do tonight, so his consumption was especially excessive.

“So, you don’t care if I go?” Quackity leans against the doorframe into the bathroom.  He’ll wait until Schlatt is down to join him, just to dissuade Schlatt from getting any ideas.

“Care?” Schlatt squints up at him blearily.  “Why the fuck would I care?”

Quackity is irritated by Schlatt’s utter denial of his usual controlling behavior after the two of them have a fight, but he can’t pretend it doesn’t make things easier for him.  “Never mind.  I’m gonna take a shower,” Quackity shuts and locks the bathroom door.  He doesn’t know why he’s bothering, considering he’ll be laying beside Schlatt, reeking of booze for the next eight hours.  It’s something to do while he waits for Schlatt to pass out.

The problem with this being, he’s alone with his own thoughts and without a reason to hide from them.  Quackity is not going to work tomorrow morning, as long as he can ensure he doesn’t have a tail, but rather to Karl’s place.  Quackity is not going there merely to make sure Karl is okay, or to check on him, but instead to do far worse.  He’s going to save him.  Quackity almost wishes Schlatt had stopped him, if only so he could put it off for another day.

Quackity wakes the following morning and feels as if there’s a ball of lead pressing down on his chest, but he knows what he has to do.  So he gets up quietly, he gets dressed in the dark, and he leaves.  He’s hoping since Schlatt is still asleep, there will be no one to send a tail after him, but he circles a few random blocks just to be safe.  Then, a payphone, telling work he’ll be in that afternoon, because surely this won’t take long.

It’ll be like ripping off a bandaid.

Quackity feels numb.  He knows it’ll hurt worse later.

What if he isn’t home?  What if he’s already left for the day?

It’s nine in the morning.  You know Karl is still asleep.

He rings the buzzer.

“Hello?” Karl says.  He already sounds worried, like he knows.

“Hey, Karl.  It’s… It’s Quackity.”

“Oh, thank god, come up!”  Karl’s relief makes Quackity feel worse.

Like ripping off a bandaid.

Quackity lets Karl hug him tightly.  “I’ve been waiting, I was hoping you’d come soon, I just didn’t know…”  Quackity hugs back halfheartedly, and Karl notices, pulling back.  “Are you…” Karl looks him over carefully, hands resting delicately on his shoulders.  He lingers on the bruises around his neck.  “Are you okay?” He asks gently.  “The other night, I wasn’t sure… I don’t know.  So, you’re not… not hurt?  Not hurt bad, I guess?”

“I’m okay, Karl.  Really,” Quackity brushes his hands off.  “I just… I needed to talk to you.”

“Yeah, yeah of course, Q,” Karl steps back, shutting his front door behind them.  “Thank you.”  That surprises Quackity.  Karl seems to notice, and continues, rambling.  “For the… for the money, and for you defending me.  I had no idea what to say and then I was worried he was gonna hurt you and… I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah, yeah of course, Karl,” Quackity needs to just say it, to twist the knife.  “You know… you know we can’t keep doing this, right?” Quackity sounds so apologetic, so calm.  He doesn’t know how he’s doing it.

“Doing… what?” Karl stares back, genuinely puzzled.

“This,” Quackity gestures between the two of them.  Karl is silent.  Quackity continues and it feels like he’s slowly ripping a hole through his chest.  “I mean, it was fun, it really was, but it had to end at some point, y’know?”

“It was fun?!” Karl says, confusion turning sharply to exasperation.  He doesn’t look hurt yet, nor scared.  Quackity thinks he will.  “Are you… are you messing with me?  You’re not breaking up with me, are you?  Like, really?  ‘Cause I was at the I want to spend the rest of my life with you point, not– not it was fun.”

Quackity tries to pretend that hasn’t just knocked the air from his lungs.  He takes a deep breath.  “I’m sorry, Karl.  I really am.  I mean, I probably shouldn’t have let it go on this long, but…”

“Let what go on this long?!” Karl is sounding more and more horrified.  

Quackity isn’t looking at him anymore.  He’s staring at the ground.  He cannot look at him.  “We’re having an affair.  You realize that, don’t you?  I’m cheating on my partner with you, and that needs to stop–”

“If you break up with him, he will kill you! It’s not like you’re sticking around by choice!” Karl says, voice high and frantic.

Quackity remains calm.  He doesn’t feel grounded in his own body right now.  “You’re right, Karl.  That’s why I need to break up with you.  I’m not letting either of us die just for… y’know a fling.”

Karl steps closer.  Quackity can see his mismatched socks.  One purple with black stripes, one yellow with polka dots.  Karl’s voice is so soft, scared, yes, but not quite hurt.  “That’s all this is to you?”

“Yeah,” Quackity lies.  He knows how to lie.  Just as he knows how to destroy himself.  “Yeah, I’m sorry you don’t–”

“You expect me to believe that, Q?”

Quackity is startled, forced to look up when Karl puts a shaky hand on his shoulder, the other cupping his cheek, brown eyes wide, poring over his face, looking for the truth.

“Yeah,” Quackity says softly, looking like a deer in headlights.

Karl remains utterly focused in some way Quackity cannot quite grasp, brown eyes calculating as he continues to pore over every detail of Quackity’s face.  “I think you love me,” Karl says.

What is Quackity meant to do?  Say no?

“If I really loved you, I wouldn’t have even showed up here today.  I would’ve let you go, cut you off cold turkey,” Quackity’s defense is a feeble one.

“I mean, isn’t that what you’re trying to do?” Karl gives him a lopsided smile and Quackity wants to smother his own fondness with a pillow.  Karl’s hands rest delicately on Quackity’s waist.  Quackity resists a shiver, it’s a gentle sort of intimacy, almost like Schlatt, but also not at all.  He doesn’t think Karl has ever done that before.

“I think you don’t have a reason to stay here,” Quackity tries to keep his voice level, but he knows he sounds just a little hoarse, just a little weak.  “You’re out of debt.  I think you should find a better city.  Find someone who can actually love you, Karl, because I can’t,” his voice breaks.  He starts to step away, and he realizes Karl is holding onto him.  So his hands go to Karl’s and pull them away.  Karl lets go, and Quackity steps toward the door.  “I cannot love you.  And it’s not fair to you for me to keep pretending that I can.”  Quackity half turns, he has his hand on the doorknob, but he stops.  Because Karl has a gun.  His gun.

Quackity’s blood runs cold, his right hand remains on the doorknob, his left fumbles weakly for a holster he knows will be empty.  “Karl, please,” Quackity says weakly.

Karl does not raise the gun.  He doesn’t seem to know what to do with it, holding it loosely in his left hand, holding it barely with a few fingers on the grip, but that could change very fast.  “Hear me out, alright?  If you… if you want to break up with me, if you don’t love me, that’s okay!  It’s… it’s survivable,” Karl says insistently.

Quackity’s eyes remain focused on the gun at his side, his head is spinning.  Quackity presses himself against the door.  “Please… I’m sorry, just, please…”

“But if you do love me,” Karl continues desperately, certainly.  “If you love me, and you still ask me to leave, to leave this city, to leave you, I will…” He nods toward the front door and starts to raise the gun almost as if to point, but at least knows enough not to.  “I will go right back to Schlatt and try to kill him too.”

Oh.  “Thank fucking god…” Quackity’s legs feel like jello, he sinks back against the front door and to the floor.

“What?” Karl stares at him bewilderedly.  “You… you want me to?”

“What?” Quackity almost isn’t paying attention now.  Karl stole the gun for Schlatt.  That was all.  The rest of it catches up to him.  “No!  No no no, no I fucking don’t Karl,” Quackity staggers to his feet, stumbling forward, reaching out to grab the gun, but Karl yanks it back, holding it behind him and high above his head.  He’s got just enough height on Quackity that it’s out of reach.  Bastard.  “Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Quackity shouts.

“Nope!  I’m not giving it back until you say you don’t actually love me!” Karl says, both deadly serious and somehow turning this into the most absurd game of keep-away.

“Karl!  You’re being–” Quackity doesn’t even know what he’s being right now.  “You can’t go back there, you can’t go with a fucking gun, jackass!  You’d–”

“Get shot?”  Karl steps closer to him, a tight hold still on the gun, but he leans in until his face is inches from Quackity’s.  “Probably.  So don’t ask me to go.”  Karl’s eyes are alight with desperate, fierce conviction, his hair is still askew from sleep, he’s in his fucking socks, and he’s, tragically, incredibly attractive to Quackity right now.

Priorities.  Despite the heroics, Quackity knows Karl is being cruel, maybe as cruel as he’s being right now too.  “That’s not fair,” Quackity shakes his head, stepping back before he can give in and kiss him instead.  “That’s like saying if you leave me I’ll kill myself, that’s no better than Schlatt–“

“What, because you trying to break up with me right now isn’t to hurt yourself?”  This time, Karl doesn’t let him back away, he steps closer, he throws the gun on the bed behind him, because he knows Quackity won’t be getting past him to get to it.  “You heard me, if you mean it, if you want this, I go away, you can take your gun and leave, and you’ll never hear from me again, but if you don’t…” Karl stops with a few feet left between them, sure to give Quackity room to breathe.  Quackity realizes his eyes are shining now; Karl doesn’t bother wiping tears from his face.  He hesitates another moment, finally certainty traded for weakness, and reaches out a hand for Quackity to take.  “Quackity, please.  Please, Q.”

Quackity stares at the offered hand, knowing it may well be a noose for them both.  Quackity’s chest feels very tight, there’s a lump in his throat, but he can break down about this alone in his car later.  He’d heard Karl, there’s a way out of this for them both.  One more lie.  He opens his mouth to say it, to save him.

Lie to him.  Lie to him.  Tell him you mean it, tell him you want him gone, save him.

I don’t love you.

“I don’t…” Quackity falls forward, holding onto Karl tightly, body wracked with sobs.  “I don’t wanna lose you…”

You selfish piece of shit.

“F-Fuck, I don’t… I don’t wanna lose you, I’m so sorry, Karl, I’m so sorry, I can’t do it!” Quackity is begging Karl for forgiveness, even when Karl had been the one to beg him to stay.  “I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t want you dead, but I don’t know how I can keep doing this without you, I’m so fucking sorry…”

Karl hugs him back tightly, face buried in the crook of his neck, gentle and yearning.  “I… I can’t tell if you’re still breaking up with me or not,” he says weakly.

Quackity laughs through the tears.  “I’m not!  I… I guess I’m not.”  He can’t stop himself.  “Sorry.”

Karl pulls back, cupping his face, leaning in so their noses almost touch.  He’s still crying too, sweeter tears.  “Why are you sorry, Quackity?”  He’s smiling.  “Why could you be sorry right now?”  He’s relieved.

Quackity has run out of words, so he just holds onto fistfuls of Karl’s sweatshirt, and stops trying to bury sobs.  He couldn’t lie to Karl, and now he can’t bring himself to offer one last awful truth.  Because I think I just killed you.

Quackity pulls back and halfheartedly punches Karl in the chest.  “And don’t you ever pull a fucking gun on me again!  Do you hear me?!  What the fuck is wrong with you?”  He isn’t sure if he’s serious or not.

“Pull a gun on you?!” Karl seems surprised.  “I was barely holding it!  It wasn’t…” Karl’s hands rest so lightly on his shoulders, as some icy epiphany chills his blood.  “Oh god, Q, you didn’t… oh my god, oh my god, Quackity, I… I didn’t think you’d… I thought you’d see how I was holding it, and with what I said, I thought… oh my god how did I not think?!” Karl’s eyes somehow get wider.  “You were scared of me.”

“J-Just for a second,” Quackity doesn’t know why he feels embarrassed.  “And I think… I think another night, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten all fucked up about you holding it loosely with a limp wrist,” he laughs feebly.  “Just been…” he sighs, eyes closed, leaning against Karl’s chest.  “Just been a bad few days for me and guns…”

“Oh,” Karl says.  Then he thinks.  “It’s been…” his arms wrap around Quackity so delicately.  “Are you… are you okay?” He asks with the same care, voice soft and worried.

Quackity swallows back another sob, trying to talk coherently, instead he can only let his fear slip away in a trembling whisper.  “I think he’s gonna kill us, Karl.  One of these days, maybe soon, maybe fucking not, but I think he’s gonna kill us both.”

“You’re probably not gonna like this, but… I don’t mind,” Karl actually seems to mean it.  “If I’m spending those days between now and whenever that happens with you…” Karl shrugs.  “I dunno.  There are worse ways to live a life.”

Quackity laughs weakly.  “I dunno how I didn’t realize how fucking crazy you are…”

Karl laughs too.  “Well, I spotted exactly how crazy you were the moment I met you, and went: whoa, he’s definitely the one!”  A pause, Karl kissing the top of his head.  “And hey, the one good thing about your messed up mob boss partner being like, what, ten years older than you?”

“Sixteen-ish?”

“Yeesh.”

“Shut up about it.”

“Sorry, uh, even better, actually!  Point is, he’s gonna die before we do!  Right?  That’s like, depending on death and math and stuff, sixteen years for us to live our life together, JSchlatt free!” Karl says brightly.  “We could adopt a kid a little older, maybe a six year old or something, and they’ll be like, a functioning adult by the time we kick the bucket, y’know, together!  I dunno, do we want kids?  If we get a dog, that’s perfect, it’ll live to be about sixteen, right?  If we take really good care of it?  We’ve got a whole lot of time to figure it out, though, and then sixteen years to do it.  We can do a lot in sixteen years.”

Quackity laughs.  “Sure, Karl.  I can’t fucking wait.”

A pause, and then Quackity tells Karl more truths he shouldn’t, burdens not meant to be shared, but unbearable otherwise.  “He… he almost shot me in the head the other night,” he says softly.

“What?” Karl pulls back, looking Quackity head on with the exact same pale terror Quackity should never have pushed on him.  “He…”

“I… I don’t think he meant to, but…” Quackity sniffs, somehow the fear and grief drained out of him now.  “Didn’t seem like he was trying not to either.”

Karl understands with guilt churning in his gut why Quackity was scared by him holding a gun.  “Q…”

“And then he…” Quackity laughs, a hint of bitter hysteria mingling with the tears.  “And then like, right after he tried to get in my pants, so…”  He wipes his eyes, shrugs, and tries for a smile, tries to act like what he’s saying is a joke or an inconvenience and not a near death experience.  “Told him to fuck off.  A-And he didn’t shoot me, so…”

Karl is at a loss for words.  He’s thinking about that gun behind him again.

“I’m thinking I should just call off work for the day.”  Quackity is so tired.

“Definitely.  I’ll call off too.  I know the man in charge really well,” Karl tries to make a joke.  Quackity laughs.

“And then can we… can we just go to bed?” Quackity asks.

“Nothing would make me happier.”

Quackity falls asleep, legs intertwined with Karl’s, curled up against him, and contentment makes peace with pain, the two of them persisting side by side, settled within Quackity’s chest.

When he wakes to the evening sun streaming in through Karl’s curtains, he cannot regret the day, even as fear once more grips him.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck,” Quackity mutters furiously, putting back on his suit, going to Karl’s kitchen sink to splash some cold water on his face.

“You okay?” Karl mumbles drowsily.

“It’s… it’s seven.  It’s fucking seven, I… I should’ve left work hours ago, and…” Quackity sighs aggravatedly, firmly returning his gun to its holster.  “It’s fine.  It’ll be fine!  I’ll think up some excuse, I dunno.”

“Okay,” Karl says in a way that clearly indicates he wants to do more.

“It’s alright, Karl,” Quackity kisses Karl’s forehead in parting.

Karl smiles sleepily.  “You’re alright…” he lays back down.

Quackity smiles, and fondness is allowed to remain, even as he rushes out the door and back to Schlatt’s.

Quackity braces himself before entering the townhouse.  He knows what to expect, and honestly, Schlatt shouting at him is an easy outcome.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Schlatt comes up behind him, slamming the front door shut, trapping him inside.

“I just… I just needed some space,” Quackity backs away.  “Alright?  Just… just wanted some time to think.  I parked down by the bay and… just checked out the boardwalk a bit, shit like that.  I didn’t realize how late it had–” Quackity cuts himself off, startled when he backs away enough to hit the banister at the bottom of the stairs.

Schlatt stares down at him, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set, anger more muted than usual as he considers something carefully.  “Some space.  To think.”

“Yeah, Schlatt.  To think,” Quackity stands up straighter.  He doesn’t know what’s running through Schlatt’s head right now, but it makes him nervous.

“And?  What’d you come to?” Schlatt bounces from foot to foot, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves in what might be mistaken for a nervous habit.  Schlatt doesn’t get nervous.  Quackity had expected a dig like when have you ever thought in your goddamn life? or pretty sure you need a brain to think, sweetheart, and whatever Schlatt is doing now is definitely not that.

“What did I… what d’you mean?  What did I come to?” Quackity doesn’t know what’s fucking happening.

Schlatt glances to the man posted at the door, to the lackeys clearly waiting for him in the dining hall.  “Dinner… we should get dinner.  You had dinner yet?”

“No, no I haven’t.”  Quackity can’t remember Schlatt ever acting like this before.  From the first night Schlatt brought Quackity home from a bar, to Schlatt offering to pay for his law school, to explaining the expectations of Quackity dating him, to the first time he hit him, to the next time he hit him, throughout all of it, there was only ever anger or arrogance.  Not… whatever this is.

“Well, come on, then, let’s fucking go, you wanna stand here all night?” Schlatt nods him toward the back alley where he’d parked.  “Where’s…” Schlatt glances up at the stairs.  “Where’s the brat?  You like him, don’t you?”

“What, Tubbo?”

“Tubbo!” Schlatt shouts upstairs.  “Get your ass down here, right now!  We’re going out!”

Tubbo rushes down the hall, pale and frightened, even more puzzled not to see his father waiting with a weapon of some sort and instead standing impatiently beside a bemused Quackity.

“Can you hear?  Hm?  Do you understand what I am saying?” Schlatt says slowly, mockingly.  “I said get down here.  Are you gonna make me ask again?”

“S-Sorry, sir, I don’t really know what’s… what’s happening,” Tubbo says a little breathlessly as he comes down the stairs, glancing between Schlatt and Quackity with wide eyes.

“We’re going out,” he snaps his fingers and points toward the back door.  Quackity and Tubbo know their cue well and exit, exchanging puzzled glances.  Tubbo gets in the back seat behind Quackity in the passenger side.  Quackity glances at his pale reflection behind him in the side view mirror.  Neither of them are quite sure where this is going.  Part of Quackity thinks Schlatt is going to start driving and not stop, not until they’re on some countryside back road where he can make the two of them start digging their shared grave.

Schlatt allows them to drive in silence for a few minutes, before he drums on the steering wheel loud enough Tubbo and Quackity both jump.

“Come on!  Why’s it feel like a fuckin’ funeral in here?” Schlatt laughs.  “Lighten up, will you?”

“I’m… I’m light, Schlatt,” Quackity tries to sound as such.  “Just… y’know, didn’t expect this.”

“What?  Going out to dinner?  I take you out to dinner all the time!” Schlatt says.

Yeah, but not when you should be pissed at me, and not with Tubbo.

“Yeah, I know,” Quackity isn’t sure what to say to appease him.

“But?  Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?” Schlatt glances at him often as he drives.  “What, is it ‘cause of the kid?”  He nods back to Tubbo, but speaks about him as if he weren’t actually part of this conversation.  “I thought you liked the kid!  Thought maybe it would be some… some nice family bonding or whatever the fuck.”  Schlatt laughs, sharp and broken by a cough, “you could stop practicing law, be a stay at home mom, wear a cute little apron and shit.”

“Mom?” Quackity blusters, eyes narrowed.

“Aw, I’m sorry, dollface, did that come across as emasculating?” Schlatt says sarcastically.  Schlatt frowns, seems to shake himself.  “Sorry, sorry, meant more like…” he mutters, mulling over his words.  “Just, you sticking around, eh?  I mean, Tubbo is sticking around, right, sport?” He glances up at the rearview mirror.

Tubbo is startled as he’s spoken to.  “Y-Yes, Schlatt.”

“Attaboy,” Schlatt nods, looking almost relieved.  “Would you look at that, we’re here,” Schlatt pulls into a lot.  “It’s… it’s Mexican!  Supposed to be good.”

Quackity stares at him like he’s grown a second head.  “You don’t like Mexican.”

“Yeah, but you do, obviously, so,” Schlatt gestures to the restaurant.  “What about you, Tubbo, you like Mexican?”

“Um.  Only really had tacos, but I liked them,” Tubbo says.

“Great!  Fucking great…” Schlatt gets out of the car, enthusiasm painfully forced.  The man is acting like he’s being made to drink cough syrup with a smile.

Quackity and Tubbo only risk one more baffled look before they get out of the car to follow him.  Tubbo sticks close behind him.

“Table for… for three, I guess,” Schlatt gives Tubbo another glance, as if he too is puzzled by him being there.  “You, uh, you need a kid’s menu or some shit?”

“I’m… I’m fourteen,” Tubbo says, voice still incredibly small even as he’s confused by Schlatt actively talking to him.

“Fourteen?” Schlatt raises his eyebrows, giving Tubbo a surprised once over.  “Fourteen… huh,” he turns back to the host.  “Gotta get the kid some protein or some shit.  He looks about eleven, don’t he?”

The host doesn’t seem to know how to reasonably respond to that, and instead escorts them to a table.  Quackity sits at Schlatt’s right, so Tubbo can sit on the opposite side of the table a bit further from the man.  Tubbo is already small, but he sinks down in his chair, staring at the menu.

“Order whatever you want.  Both of you, I don’t give a shit,” Schlatt says like he’s offering them a generous gift.

Quackity is staring at the menu but he’s certainly not paying attention to it, instead his mind is racing trying to figure out how this night is going to end for both of them.  Why would he care this much if he was just gonna kill you both?  Maybe it’s because of Tubbo.  Maybe he feels bad about killing him, so you both get one last nice night.  He’s never given a shit about Tubbo before.  And you know he’s not squeamish about killing kids in general.

“I know this is boring as shit, but after this, you and me, we’ll have drinks back at the house, how about that?” Schlatt nudges Quackity.

“Whatever is fine, Schlatt,” Quackity says.  “This is… this is good,” he adds, some part of him feeling like he should be rewarding this behavior.  “It’s great.”

“Yeah?” Schlatt smirks, eyebrows raised.  “It’s great.  Wow, Quackity HQ thinks this is great,” Schlatt drums his fingers on the table, still agitated.  “I’m sold,” he says sarcastically.  “High fucking praise from the man himself…”

Quackity stares at Schlatt, looking him in the eye, wondering for a moment if Schlatt had done coke earlier.  His eyes aren’t dilated.

“What?” Schlatt says defensively.

“Nothing,” Quackity fumbles to think of an explanation for why he’s staring.  “You just… you look good.  And you’re being good.  I… I appreciate that, Schlatt.”  Quackity isn’t sure how much he’s lying anymore.

“You’re welcome, baby,” Schlatt holds his hand.  “You know I only want what’s good for you, don’t you?”

“I know,” Quackity says hesitantly.  It’s strange, if Quackity had said it steadily, certainly, it would have been easy to know it was a comfortable lie.  The hesitation is what makes him nervous, scared for himself and whatever dangerous cogs are turning in his own head.

Schlatt smiles, glancing across the table.  “So, Tubbo.”

Tubbo jumps so hard Quackity hears him bang his knees on the table.  “Yes, Schlatt?”

“You keeping up with your school shit?  All the… curriculum books or whatever it is I pay for, you putting ‘em to good use?” Schlatt asks it with the intonation of someone who has just realized kids are sentient people with independent thoughts.

“Yes, sir.  Um, the last… grades I got, I suppose, would have been state testing last spring a-and I passed just fine,” Tubbo says uneasily, clearly resisting the urge to look over at Quackity for support.

“Good lad, Tubbo.  Keep it up.  Keeps the state off our door, otherwise who knows, might have to just send you to military school,” Schlatt laughs sharply.  “And last thing I need is you turning into a fuckin’ bootlicker.”

Tubbo looks mildly panicked and clearly has no idea what to say.  He’s saved by a well-timed server coming for their orders.

Quackity tries to do most of the talking from that point on.  First by asking about how things are going liquidating the last of Mr. Beast’s assets, a sour topic, perhaps, but the only one he can think of, followed by warily talking about his most recent cases when Schlatt asks him about his work too.  It feels… normal.  Quackity is trying to think back on which moment this evening might’ve been where he stepped into the twilight zone.

The car ride home is quiet, Schlatt apparently having run out of things to talk about besides himself, so he just fiddles with the radio.  Quackity is still waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Returning to the house and therefore a shred of normalcy would almost be a relief, if not for the fact being out of public means away from witnesses, but again, they don’t come home to a room covered in plastic for easy disposal, nor does Schlatt make any grand threats of harm, not toward Quackity, nor Tubbo.

“Alright, kid, it’s probably your bedtime.  The adults are gonna have a drink,” Schlatt gives Tubbo a pat on the shoulder.

Tubbo nods and quickly makes his exit, despite the fact it is 9:30 and definitely not his bedtime.  Quackity almost envies him, but… he doesn’t.  Not really.  Because if Schlatt isn’t going to kill him, he kind of wants to see where the rest of the night goes.

Schlatt comes up behind Quackity, squeezing his shoulders.  “Come on.  Sit down, I’ll make you a drink.”

Quackity lets Schlatt push him down onto a loveseat in the lounge.  He accepts the glass of whiskey, briefly puzzled by the mint in it, before he realizes when Schlatt said I’ll make you a drink, he meant he’d make him a drink, not just whatever would get them both drunk the fastest.  Quackity is feeling some eerie deja vu.  Schlatt hadn’t made him a proper drink since the first nights he’d taken him home.  Schlatt had seemed so fucking charming then.  He knew how to make cocktails, and he had a bunch of records, and he was super fit, and he clearly had money, and he’d given a shit about Quackity of all people, homeless, nineteen, abandoned by his ex, and Schlatt had wanted him.  Quackity never stood a chance.

Schlatt sits beside him with his own drink, arm around him, but not holding on tight, just resting behind his shoulders.  “What’re you thinking about, baby?”

Quackity is honest.  “You… you haven’t made a drink for me in a while.”

“Have I not?” Schlatt doesn’t look at him, seemingly mulling this over, and Quackity hates that he’s remembering he finds Schlatt handsome.  “Well, if you like it, I should try and do it more,” he smirks, taking a sip from his own drink.  “Why don’t I… I’ll put on the evening news, and we can figure out how much we’re responsible for, eh?  That’s a fun game.  Haven’t done that in a while,” Schlatt nods, reaching for his remote.  Schlatt leans back, and Quackity realizes he’s leaning in, resting against Schlatt and letting him put his arm around him.

This would be great, if you hadn’t pussied out and had actually ended things with Karl.  But you didn’t.

Quackity takes another swig of his drink.  When he finishes it, Schlatt makes him another, topping off his own glass as well.  This pattern repeats until midnight.  Quackity almost falls asleep on the couch, he’s more confused when Schlatt scoops him up and starts to take him upstairs, the least alarming thing about this being Schlatt bitterly muttering, “I buy you two meals and it already feels like you’ve put on a few pounds…” and staggering slightly, but his alcohol tolerance is far higher than Quackity’s, so he manages to get them both upstairs without anyone hitting the ground.  Quackity is so sleepy.  He’s kept awake by the jostling motion of Schlatt walking, but he’s not sure how much longer that will last.  Schlatt sets him down on his side of the bed.  Quackity curls in a ball, holding onto one of the pillows, ready to pass out.

Schlatt, in his mild cognizance, changes out of his suit and kicks off his shoes, coming back to find Quackity still contentedly half asleep in his own suit.

“You gonna sleep like that?  Get your fuckin’ shoes off my bed,” Schlatt grumbles, but at the same time, he slips Quackity’s shoes off.  Schlatt sighs when Quackity still doesn’t move.  “Come on, sit up.  You’ll thank me in the morning.”

“Mhm…?” Quackity mumbles, letting Schlatt pull him away from his pillow.

“I’ll help you with the fuckin’ buttons… I know how much they suck…” Schlatt mutters, unbuttoning Quackity’s shirt.  Quackity decides to participate in slipping off his suspenders.  Once his suit is off, much happier in his undershirt and boxers, Quackity leans against Schlatt, who is warm and somewhat stable and for once Quackity doesn’t mind the smell of booze because he knows it’s on his breath too.  Quackity feels like he’s on autopilot, leaning up to kiss Schlatt, he doesn’t know how else to earn the man holding him.

“Hey,” Schlatt pulls his arms from around his neck, before one hand goes under Quackity’s chin, so he looks up at him from sleepy eyes.  Schlatt, if Quackity didn’t know any better, he’d say looked sad, or even sorry.  Schlatt sighs, looking at Quackity like that.  “Fuck, you really are gorgeous, huh?” Schlatt says it like Quackity wasn’t really meant to hear it.  He kisses Quackity’s forehead and gets up, laying Quackity down and even pulling the blanket up over him.  He circles to his side of the bed.  The lamp goes out.

Quackity is sleepy, drunk, and very confused.  He rolls over to face Schlatt.  “Schlatt…?” He mumbles, in his fog still sensing something not quite right.  Schlatt doesn’t reply at first.  Quackity reaches out in the dark until his fumbling hands find scruff and damp cheeks.  Schlatt’s hands, so much bigger than his, so much stronger, gently take Quackity’s in his own, kissing his palm, cradling them.

“Fucking hell, Quackity,” Schlatt, if Quackity didn’t know any better, almost sounded like he had a tremor in his voice.  “I love you so much, baby, you know that, don’t you?”

Automatic, also terribly easy, Quackity replies.  “Love you too…”

“I fucking hope so,” Schlatt says it, not with confidence, not as an assumption, but as if pleading.  “I love you so much, and I don’t wanna lose you, alright?  I’m so sorry, baby, I know I’m not easy to love, but I just– I can’t lose you.  I can’t.”

Quackity feels more awake.  I don’t want to lose you.  His voice.  I don’t want to lose you.  Schlatt’s.  Quackity sits up, the room tilts slightly and that just makes it worse as he stumbles toward the bathroom, getting lucky enough to collapse in front of the toilet before he pukes.  He hears Schlatt follow, and first thinks he’s about to hear some biting comment about him not being able to hold his liquor, but he doesn’t actually know what to expect anymore.

Schlatt sighs, crouching down beside him, rubbing his back until Quackity stops.  Maybe now the insult will come.  Maybe that fact will be a saving grace which gets those words out of Quackity’s drunken skull.  Instead, Schlatt stands.  “I’ll get you some water.”  He leaves, and Quackity watches him go, and he wonders if he’s going to remember this in the morning.  He hopes he won’t.  He thinks he probably will.

I don’t wanna lose you.

Maybe you’re perfect for each other.

#wahoo excited for this guy #my writing #mafia au #honq #this one fucks me up <3 #as always feedback is cherished <3 #c!quackity #quackity #cabinetduo

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fic masterlist !

feel free to request something from me! i looove writing, i mostly main connor and quackity !, but tbh if i do research i will write anyone <3

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quackitys closure - quackity travels in time with karl, but something goes a little funky. he tries to go along with it but eventually sees a familiar face

am i really that bad? - the dealer and mr. mask are neck and neck villain and superhero !!! they are arch enemies !! meanwhile, quackity and dream are best friends that Love to cause chaos <3

loving is easy when everything's perfect - quackity runs a museum with his fiances (karl and sapnap), and tubbo likes to visit him and they hang out and they are just very happy

i hope we both die - There was nothing left to do. Las Nevadas had finally fallen apart. The team was gone and people fully evacuated. It didn’t matter how many times Quackity assured them it was safe, and Dream would never get them, they didn’t listen. Nobody listened. So there he sat. In his office, in his country that he tried so hard to keep together. In his country he formed out of heartbreak, and grief, and loss. In his country that was doomed from the beginning. Just like Quackity, everything was doomed for him.

i loved you then and i loved you now - connor, for the first time since they met, shares with schlatt about his gender and asks him for help

close your eyes, so afraid. hide behind that baby face - dream was given peony when he was 14 years old from a godly figure. he was given no explanation, though he was promised shed be taken back. its hard, being 14 and raising a daughter, but it gets better. thats what phil promised him.

happy times together we've been spending. i wish every kiss was never ending. - dia de los muertos. a day to celebrate the dead. to celebrate the lives of those who were once there, and enjoying that they eisted to begin with. quackity used to love the holiday season, but now it were spent alone. it was spent doing work for his nation. he didn't do anything for most part, other than dia de los mertos. a tradition taken from his mom, to show respect. what a life.

let me take this coat and this weight off of your shoulders - tubbo doesn't want to be a villain. he hates being a villain. but he's there for tommy. he's always there for his best friend. and tommy promised that he'll fix everything.

you've got my whole world in your hands, got that little blue spot - again and again, connor dies. he's finished up in a world, he's played his entire course. each time he dies, he fails, he meets xd. and has to look them in the eyes. for once, they don't look at him with anger. instead, for once, they look at him with kindness.

i need you now, i love you so much, more than you could know - the sbi throw a holiday party!! (so many people are attending ....)

i try so hard to be so happy, are you happy too? - an apocalypse caused by the revival of people! schlatt and wilbur stick together because of their history. connor eventually joins them because hes immune. connor thinks they need a little bit of holiday spirit ! :)

no, i dont care about anything at all. but i still stop and stare everytime that you call - connor and schlatt have a little talk

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im starving, darling. let me put my lips on something - schlatt hates bad jokes, but thats all connor can do. how is he gonna get out of this one ?!

#sleepy writes #<-my writing tag

[commaclear]

I know I was supposed to focus on the dumb little guys being all cute and silly and goofy and shit. But all I can think about is poor Slime.

Slime has gone from having his first parental figures, whom he probably doesn't even remember, to having two parental figures that I assume took great care of him, to now having whatever the fuck is going on right now.

I imagine that when Karl and Quackity were together, Slime had pretty good parents. There was always someone who could take care of Slime when the other wasn't doing so well and they were able to support each other. I know you said that they adopted Slime when he was still a baby because Karl was the godfather and they adopted him after Slime's parents passed, so I am guessing Slime was adopted some time in the first year or two of his life.

If he was around that age then he would've been entering/ close to entering stage two of Erikson's 8 Stages of Development. The child's development at this point is focused on autonomy vs. shame and doubt. This is usually when toddlers begin to learn how to do things for themselves and it's pretty important to be there for them in a supportive way. Parents should refrain from discouraging their toddler because it causes a sense of sham/doubt when the goal is for them to feel more independent and gain a sense of autonomy.

I doubt this was a problem when Karl was around. I feel like Karl was pretty good about letting Slime figure out stuff on his own. If Karl and Quackity were making dinner and Slime wanted to help, Karl always found a way to give Slime something to do. If Slime wanted to choose his own outfit, Karl would back off and let the kid do it on his own, even if it meant Slime would be wearing an awful outfit. And I'm not saying Quackity doesn't do this. I just think it was easier when Karl was around to help. I mean Quackity would know the basics of child development, but Quackity is also in a situation where he is having to balance a billion things and if he can take one thing off by never letting Slime try and just doing things for him then he'll probably do it.

Even if Slime is still doing stuff independently, I feel like it's very likely that Quackity shrugs the kid off every time Slime comes running into the room to show Quackity something he did on his own. Quackity could take the extra five seconds to be proud of Slime for doing something that was unimportant in an adults eyes, or he could just nod and give a half assed "Good job, buddy" without even lifting his head to look.

And I mean thats not even the only thing that is gonna affect him. Slime has grown up and learned to trust Karl and Quackity as his caregivers, and that pretty much got ripped up and thrown on the fucking ground. That happy family Slime could rely on was gone the second Karl and Quackity started having relationship issues. That safe space was destroyed as soon as Karl got put in a Coma. He hardly even has Quackity at this point. Slime spends more time with preschool teachers and Ranboo than he has with Quackity in months.

Not to mention the fact that Slime has not a clue what is going on and Quackity barely tries to explain it to him. When Karl got put into a coma he told Slime that Karl was one some wild fucking adventure because he couldn't handle one of the hardest parts of parenting which is telling the truth. God, Quackity fucking sucks at telling the truth. He makes so many empty promises and bullshit stories becasue he thinks it's better for Slime, but oh god it is so much fucking worse.

AND NOW HE'S GONNA JUST INTRODUCE WILBUR LIKE THAT???? LIKE HE KNOWS SLIME HAS THOUGHT AND FEELINGS TOO RIGHT???

Slime is gonna be so confused because last time Slime checked, Quackity acted like that with Karl and that meant they should still act like that. So why is Quackity now kissing someone who isn't Karl?

The whole "this is my new partner despite the fact me and your dad were together last week" talk that parents give their kids after discreetly leaving the kids old parent in the dust is so confusing and uncomfortable. Especially at the age of 3.

All I genuinely see coming from Quackity's poor attempt at parenting is Slime having a hard time getting attached to new people because this kid has had so many caregivers in the span of three years it's fucking crazy. Slime still trusts Quackity, too. He hasn't fully realized that just because someone says something doesn't mean it will happen. Eventually he's gonna see the pattern and Quackity, among many many others, will lose Slime's trust.

It's pretty clear that all Slime really wants is to spend time with Quackity and Karl and to be a family again, but a 3 year old can't exactly make that happen. I feel like Slime is stuck in the place where he wants to be upset that his parents don't wanna spend time with him, but he also doesn't understand his own feelings quite yet.

The god awful image of Slime staring at a cold slice of cheese pizza inside a pizza hut while Quackity tries to get Slime to talk to Wilbur who is equally as anxious is plaguing my brain please make it go away.

I know this thing jumped all over the place and I'm sure I missed a lot of points.

-The Quackity Analysis Anon

I can always count on you, quackity analysis anon, to see the worst possible side of things and also talk about the negative psychological impacts. I hope your pessimism causes much harm.

And I mean that in the most /gen /pos way possible

#I'm glad someone is worried about slime #cuz quackity isn't lmao #anons my beloved #hi thirsty im dad #quackity analysis anon

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Also this is on sc server but here's b/ahumia au dtkq shenanigans, pre everything-going-to-shit (they're traveling through Hell and ksq just got engaged)

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"Sapnap," says Dream.

"Sapnap," George repeats.

"Me?" 

Dream grabs Sapnap by the shoulders, casting a glance at Quackity a few feet away from them, and dropping his voice to a hiss.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

Sapnap brings his hands up in a placating gesture. "Look, I know this was probably a little bit of a surprise, but-"

"He's literally an archdevil," George cuts in. 

"Yeah! The guy probably kicks babies for fun!"

"Yeah," Karl agrees with a breezy sigh. "Isn't he dreamy?"

"Trust, man, I know what I'm doing. Did." Sapnap tries to remove Dream's hands from his shoulders. "Look, I agreed to the engagement. I have my reasons."

George reaches up and presses a hand to Sapnap's forehead. 

"I mean, he's not charmed."

Sapnap slaps the hand away. "Don't detect magic me, Gogy."

"I knew it," Dream mutters, running a hand through his hair. "Ever since that stupidly homoerotic poker match you did-"

"Aw, Dream, you can just admit you're jealous that Sapnap gets more bitches than you. Hey, Q, what's the next circle? Heresy? Sweet!" 

Karl wraps one arm around Sapnap and one around Dream, steering them in Quackity's direction. 

Quackity, who's looking back at them with a mix of curiosity and amusement on his face, cheeks still a little flushed from when Sapnap kissed him. His working eye lights up when it meets Sapnap's gaze. 

George elbows him. "You guys better not be gross or I'll kill you. And you're definitely telling me what happened back there."

"One day," Sapnap answers. "Promise."

#my writing #yens #i finished strychnine and decided if i didnt write a lighter segment id wither away lmao

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NSFW!!

figured since this is what tumblr is for I'd give my sexy ctntduo hcs (I'm insane and really gay)

Quackity

cq is very into biting, both giving and receiving

fingers. <3

marking is big for him, be it scratching or biting

very very big brat, will fight until the end but of course enjoys it every step of the way

breathy, not very loud unless near the wings, then cwil is in for a ride

insecure about his body so cwil will let him wear her coat

likes to top, is okay with being submissive but it reminds him a bit too much of cschlatt

likes to use the color system in terms of safewords

uses petnames like "babydoll" and "honey" and phrases like "you're okay, I've got you" "you're doing so well, you can take it, I promise" when he feels nice, resorts to "whore" and phrases like "did you hear me?" "don't disobey me" if cwil wants to be rougher

knows exactly when cwil is close, he's studied her body movements enough to know, even if she wants to be rough he'll slow down if he knows she's too overstimulated

also knows how she acts if she's disassociating or getting triggered and will stop and comfort her

when she's triggered, cq will put his fingers on her wrist and find her pulse, will make her look at him and say things like "see, can you feel that? your pulse? you're alive. I promise"

Wilbur

also very into biting, mostly near her stitches

loud as fuck. will not hold back shes a menace

does not like being burned, cut, or being near any kind of sharp object. she's okay with being scratched, but thats it

hair pulling <3

massive switch, its easy to tell which she wants— she usually subs for cq because she knows he likes that better

a little BITCH, will absolutely capitalize off of their rivalry, not so much in a bratty way but more of a "I'm above you, and I'm gonna make sure you know it" kinda way

more comfortable with clothed/semi-clothed sex, just finds it hotter

will push cq against the wall and kiss his back, in the middle of the base of his wings, she knows it drives him absolutely insane

very very intimate, even when being rough, she loves skin on skin, lowkey body worship, makes her feel alive

so so so very into petnames. "sir" "darling" "baby" "dollface"

their aftercare consists of just being close to each other, not saying much

they also like showering together, sometimes it means round 2, sometimes it doesn't, whatever they feel like

occasionally, cwil will say "i love you" but neither of them are ready to face that yet. cq will usually respond with "i know" or "go to sleep" but if he's feeling particularly soft he'll add petnames in— "i know you do, honey" "go to bed, babydoll"

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Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers × Reader

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❝ Dream ❞

I- Man can cook.

He's basically your personal male wife so, what more could you want

You get a warm drink with some cookies every morning

You get warm soups every afternoon

And at dinner it's your choice, Dream will cook anything for you

You'll be good in no time

Also Patches cuddles as a bonus. She's basically your personal heater

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He's the opposite of Dream, he should never be allowed in the kitchen

Unless you want to clean up the mess :D

But other than that he's very helpful

He keeps a change of clothes for you, just in case you get too hot and want to change

He'll come by to check on you every hour to make sure you're ok and to wet the folded towel on your forehead

He also tries to be quite while streaming, to not disturb you, and will spend time with you when he's done

❝ Sapnap ❞

He panics a bit, cause "my baby is dying", which is not true lol

He'll then drown you into one of his hoodie and send you to your room to rest

100% asks Dream to help him cook something for you, which the older makes fun of, but Sapnap could care less when it comes to you

You're always so proud of him whenever he comes to give you the food he cooked and if he had a tail he'd be wagging it with all the compliments he's receiving from you

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

He's very prepared

The second you make a cough he's already making a mental list of all the things he needs for your cold

He definitely pats your head to make you fall asleep quicker, which works

He also cooks for you

And sometimes he'll bring you pizza as a change of meal

Then when you're all better he'll bake you your favourite desert

❝ Skeppy ❞ [Platonic]

This is gonna be short because

He heard you were sick and came to visit you

But you two ended up spending more time togheter then you thought

So he also caught the cold

And now you two are both sick in bed togheter :D

Good job!

❝ Quackity ❞

He'll joke about you beign sick to lift up the mood

But if you are feeling very bad he'll turn on serious mode and search ways to make you feel better

Idk why but I imagine him making you play with his hair because it makes you calm down

Another one who promises to be more quiet while streaming, but unlike George he forgets and doesn't realize it until half way through the stream

He'll then tell chat that he's going to the bathroom but instead he's coming to profusely apologize to you

You probably didn't even notice because you were sleeping lol

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

He also panics, maybe a bit less then Sap

He doesn't cook, period.

But he will make you hot chocolate and cuddle with you to keep you company

You have told him many times to not stay too close or he'll catch a cold

But he says that he "never had a cold"

You got better but then he got sick :D

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

He doesn't stay with you while you're sick but visits from time to time

He'll bring you food and other snacks and drinks you like to make you feel better

Probably also buys you a plushie to keep you company

I imagine him buying you a duck and calling it "Duckbur"

❝ C!Philza ❞ [Platonic]

Like Bad, father Crowza's instinct tingle the second you show a sign of being sick

Quickly tells you to go to bed and stay there

Makes you tons of soup to keep you warm

He ends up making a potion to try and heal you quicker, which works but it taste horrible

After he saw your bleh face he gave you a candy to take away the bitter taste of the potion

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

For some reason I imagine Techno never getting sick

So he never knows what to do when you're sick, you'll have to guide him

He'll end up warming you up by cuddling you

And when he has to cook something for you he'll order Steve to keep you warm

❝ Nihachu ❞

She's very good at taking care of you

Always knows what to do and how to make you feel better

She'll drown you into a bunch of heavy blankets and make her cat keep you company while she goes out to by you medicine

Makes sure to help you cool off with the wet towel every once in a while

She'll caress your face and just mumble random things to distract you from how shitty you're feeling

❝ Eret ❞

So, imagine you're sick, in your dark room under your warm blankets, on the verge of sleeping

When you hear Eret's deep voice from out of nowhere

You can either be scared or happy to hear him lol

He decideds to stay at you house to take care of you and, boy were you taken care of

To distract you from the agony you've been put through he'll let you dress him up and make a mini fashion show just for you

❝ Punz ❞

At first he'll be like "lol you're sick, sucks to suck"

But then he'll actually get worried and bring you some warm soup that he definitely cooked and not bought from a restaurant near by

When he's out of things to do for you he'll sit down near you and start playing with your hand, as a way to distract you

Probably ends up falling asleep with you

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

He's the other one that gets sick with you

"We can hang out" he said "I won't get sick" he said

And now you are both stuck in bed

But hey, you can cuddle and kiss all you want

Yay cuddles!

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamsmpscenarios #dsmpscenarios #mcytscenarios #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #badboyhalo x reader #skeppy #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #philza #nihachu x reader #eret x reader #punz x reader #foolishxreader #beescenarios #beeanswers

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Quackity with a reader who likes to come in and sit next to him/on his lap (not sexually) while he streams so she can be around him??

I hope u feel better and I luvvvv ur writing!!!!!!!

Thank youu ❤️ Thanks for the request!

Safe place, Quackity with a clingy S/O HC's!

Imagine like, Alex is working all day and you just miss him, so you open the door of his office, getting into the room and smiling to him. "Hey, mi corazón. What's wrong?" He'd ask you, concentrated on his work. "Can I stay here with you? I miss you." You'd ask. "Of course, princesa. Sit on my lap." He'd say, looking at you. "Thanks, Lex." You'd sit on his lap and kiss his chin and neck. "Promise me you won't provoke, baby." He whispers. "I do, baby. Sorry." He nods and kisses your forehead with a smile on his face, coming back to his work again.

Watching a movie on the sofa means being on his lap and cuddling him <3 Imagine sleeping with your head on his chest on the process? He'd pick you up and take you to the bed, hugging you from behind as you move yourself. "Don't worry, hermosa. I was just putting you on the bed." He'd whisper, kissing your shoulder as you nod. "Good night, my love." You whisper. "Good night, mi corazón. Te amo." Alex says as you hold one of his hands. "I love you too, 'Lex." You whisper back before falling asleep again.

Sitting on his lap even in public places because you just feel safe or they don't have more chairs. Alex'd put a hand on your waist and his head on one of your shoulders. "I love your perfume, baby." He whispers as his nose pass through your neck. "Thank you, Alex." You whisper. "I'm so glad you're mine." He'd whisper just so he'd watch your cheeks burning in red in public. "Shut uppp." You whisper, smiling to him. "Kiss me, then." He'd ask, holding your face as you lead in to kiss him.

If he was streaming, you'd put a chair next to him so you'd talk with chat and, of course, be next to him <3 You'd be so much fun together, always laughing so much as you play stupid games.

Sitting on Alex's lap while making out. He'd pull you into his lap, kissing you and pressing you into his arms as you both get lost by the feeling of your lips pressed together and your tongues dancing in sync. Alex for sure would go crazy with you on his lap in these moments 🤭

He loves you and the fact you always love to be around him and feel safe with him <3

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#quackity #qsmp #qsmp brazil #quackity imagines #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #quackity fluff #quackity fanfic #quackity headcannons #qsmp brasil #quackity qsmp

[bingbongsupremacy]

Baby Shark

Pairing: Tommyinnit x sister!reader (She/Her pronouns)

Type of Story: Family, Platonic, BSM

Summary: Y/N walks in while Tommy's streaming.

Warning: Slight swearing

A/N: I've never really watched a ton of the DSMP or Tommyinnit so if I get a bit of their personalities wrong or any facts, I'm sorry. Hope you enjoy!

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" Ahhh! No no no no!! What the shit?! What the fuc-" Tommy's suddenly interrupted when his door opens, taking him completely by surprise.  " Hey I'm streaming right now. " Tommy says, turning around.

" Tommy, why are you mad? " A little voice asks.

" Oh Y/N! Hi, what are you doing up from your nap? " Tommy asks, glancing at his monitor.

Y/N rubs her eyes sleepily. " I heard yelling. Are you ok Tomtom? "

Tommy's cheeks blush and he hears chuckling in his headset.

" ToMtOm? " Dream teases. " Oh Tomtom, why are you mad? "

Tommy rolls his eyes. " Shut up, Dream. "

Quackity, Dream, and George laugh loudly in Tommy's headset.

" Tomtom? " Y/N mumbles.

Tommy, remembering his sister's in the room, turns to her. " Oh, I'm sorry, N/N.  I didn't mean to wake you up. Why don't you go back to sleep? Or go find mum? "

" Can you sing to me, Tomtom? " Y/N asks sleepily while walking towards her brother. Now that she's in the view of the camera, the already excited and awe-filled chat spams more 'aws' and 'how cute's.

Tommy glances back at the camera, not sure what to do. On one hand, he doesn't want to disappoint his sister, but on the other hand, he knows the guys will laugh at him. " Uh, I don't know, Y/N. Maybe later. "

" Awe! " George laughs. " Sing, Tommy. Sing! "

Tommy ignores him.

Y/N pouts, grabbing onto her brothers' chair arm. " Please, TomTom? Please? "

Tommy sighs. " Fine. "

Meanwhile in the chat...

Gamergirl23291: TOMMY YOU BETTER SING TO HER!

DannyBoi: Awe she's so cuteeeeeeee

Tommyslefteyeball: I didn't know you had a sister! She's so adorable!!

HOSUDHhiuasdhaiuhdasuh: Ahhhhh so adorable!

Butterbrain: I love her! Sing Tommy, sing!

OfficialDinoNugget: SING

" Awe she's so sweet. " BBH laughs slightly in Tommy's headset. Tommy's barely able to make out what he says over the other's annoying antics.

Y/N climbs onto Tommy's lap, sitting with her back against his chest. She looks at the camera and waves. " Whoa!! Hi! I'm Y/N! " She grins. " I like sheepies. "

Tommy smiles. " Oh Y/N. "

" How many people are in there, TomTom? Why are they in your computer? How did they get in there? " Y/N asks curiously while reaching towards the camera to poke it. " Can I see them? Can they talk to me? "

" Oh, there's not actually people in there. They can see you, but you can't see them. Say Hi, Chat. " Tommy shifts slightly to get the both of them into the camera's view completely.

Tommy sighs. " What do you want me to sing? "

" Hm. " Y/N taps her little chin, unsure of what she wants her brother to sing. " Baby Shark!! "

Tommy groans. He'd heard that song a million times the past couple of days. Y/N was obsessed. " Really? Baby shark? "

" Yeah! " Y/N nods happily. " Baby Shark! "

Tommy nods. " Ok. " He lets out a breath. " Baby shark doo doo doo do doo. " He mutters softly, the chat and his friends barely able to hear him.

" Come on, TomTom! Sing louder! Your chat really wants to hear! " Quackity yells.

" Fuc-" Tommy cuts himself off. " I mean, forget you, Quackity. " He promised his mom to cut back on swearing near his little sister.

" Who's QuackQuack? " Y/N asks curiously while looking up at his brother.

Tommy laughs loud. " QuackQuack! "

Quackity yells out. " No! Not QuackQuack! Quackity. "

" Aw is QuackQuack upset? " George teases.

" He's a friend, Y/N. " Tommy replies, once again ignoring his friends.

" Oh. " Y/N nods. " Now baby shark. "

Tommy nods. " Ahh. I guess there's no way out of this. I guess I'll sing. " He clears his throat, singing a little louder this time. " Baby shark doo doo doo do doo. Baby shark doo doo doo do doo..."

Y/N leans against her brother's chest, listening to him singing. She slowly starts to drift off, visions of puppies and kittens dancing in her head.

#tommyinnit #dsmp #quackity #dream mcyt #georgenotclothed #mcyt fanfiction #x reader #sister #bsm #family #platonic

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

reader taking care of sick feral boys

pairings: irl feral boys x reader (separate)  warnings: sickness, mentions of throwing up but no grossly detailed descriptions of anything 

note: i'm sick. this is 100% me projecting bc i miss my mom and want her to take care of me. it's fine. enjoy.

Dream

Dream rarely gets sick, so when he does, he always insists that he's fine even after throwing up or running a high fever

"I don't get sick, Y/n."

"You have a 101°F (38°C) fever..."

"I've had worse."

he’s stubborn so you have to be a little stubborn back when he tries to work while super sick

you have to basically drag him to bed to rest which is difficult because he's a giant and his tight grip on his chair is not easy to pry off (but you don’t try very hard because you don’t want to force him)

he doesn't listen to you until his fourth of fifth time running to the bathroom to throw up, leaning over the toilet bowl, exhaustion clearly written all over his face. he's so tired and sore.

"sure you're not sick?"

"maybe a little" he mumbles

you frown but help him clean up, brushing his teeth for him while he sits on the floor leaning against the tub before helping him up and into bed

as soon as he falls on the soft comforter, he almost falls asleep but you make him take some medicine first

“what would you do without me?” you tease

“probably get more work done,” he teases back but smiles gratefully at your care before laying back down and getting some much needed rest

George

George is suuuuper quiet when he’s sick

refuses to get out of bed

at first you think he just wants an excuse to sleep all day, which you're fine with because he deserves a break

but he usually begs you to lay down with him on his lazy days so when you walk in to make sure he’s eaten food that day and he doesn’t whine about you not being in bed with him, you know something is up

all he does is roll over, take a single bite of food, and roll back over, you realize he's definitely sick

“you feeling okay?” 

“no,” he hums distantly. “think i’m sick”

“what kind of sick? i’ll get you some medicine” 

he drowsily tells you his symptoms while you sit on the edge of the bed, feeling his forehead gently, and come back with a remedy

he pouts and takes a while to swallow the medicine, face turning sour as he swallows but hands you the cup when he’s done and you hand him some water 

doesn’t really like cuddling when he’s sick because he’s super hot but also because he doesn’t want to get you sick 

so you just kinda let him do his thing, which is just sleeping until he feels better, but check up on his every hour or so to make sure he’s not getting worse 

tired sick gog :[

Sapnap

definition of “mom I threw up” meme

acts like a baby but still follows you around everywhere, refusing to stay in bed

he would literally whine about throwing up and being on his deathbed while still on your heel

so his words definitely don’t match his actions

but he’s cute so you let him get away with it 

he tries to do stuff and hang out with you still but he also acts like a big baby so you try to make him sleep

"Y/nnn I'm so siiiccckkk"

"Then go rest, bud"

"Nooo that's boring"

you have to use incentives to get him to lay down for a while, like promising to play games with him on stream after he gets better or making him food

“you’re so nice to me :]” 

“yeah whatever” 

Karl

super quiet and just likes cuddling when he’s sick

not afraid to ask for help if he needs it, but still feels bad

"do we have any crackers?" he asks softly

"no, but I can go out and get some if you want,” you offer, pushing his slightly damp hair out of his face

"yes please.. and ginger ale?” 

“sure thing. you have to let go of me though”

“okay :( make sure it’s the good kind, not the off-brand one. please.”

when you get back with his treats, he’s fast asleep

you wake him up gently so he can take some medicine and eat a little but then let him rest after

he asks you to cuddle with him but understands if you don’t want to get sick, “but I’m pretty sure cuddling is scientifically proven to cure colds?”

“is that so?”

“mhm. we can always test it out though”

but obviously you stay because how can you turn down the chance to rest in Karl’s arms? also if you’re beside him, you’ll know if he needs anything

he’s super warm though so he doesn’t stay wrapped around you for long and instead just puts his legs on you

Quackity

similar to dream in the way that he just kinda ignores that he’s sick 

even if it’s painfully obvious 

but he jokes about it more 

“Y/n, I just threw my guts up” *laughs* 

“?????”

“oh don’t worry, I’m good, just thought I’d tell you” *gets on his pc to plan videos*

you have to lightly force him to stop working and just lay down but it doesn’t take much convincing for him to agree

cracks jokes constantly even when he’s incredibly sick

you put a hand on his forehead and say "you're so hot” 

and he just smiles and says "so are you" between his coughing fit

you: 😐 him: 😁.......🤮

but he appreciates how much you care so he tones down the jokes if you’re actually concerned for him 

but if you’re only mildly worried, he makes fun of everything 

but also hugs you a lot bc if you’re not going to let him work, then you’re required to cuddle with him. he doesn’t make the rules.

#rpf #real person fiction #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dream x y/n #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x y/n #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n

[poisoned-peppermint]

Eating tile and making head cannons

!Dsmp incorrect quotes!

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Tubbo: Lmao i wonder what'll happen if i light this thing on fire 

Tubbo: *lights thing on fire*

*the thing is on fire*

Tubbo: incredible

~~~

Foolish: Did I hit a nerve, bitch boy?

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Ranboo: My favorite game is Chest. Love the little horses.

~~~

Ponk: don’t care didn’t ask plus this hole you put me in wasn’t deep enough and I’m climbing out right now

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Ant: A fistfight can be romantic. If you’re fucking gay

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Bad: *turns on lamp for reading*

Skeppy: You might as well call me that lamp~

Bad: why…

Skeppy: Because you turn me on.

Bad: *slams book shut

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Ranboo: What are you doing?

Tommy:*squiggling in ranboo’s arms* hiding

Ranboo:..........Do you mean hugging?

Tommy: *pauses* did I stutter.

Tommy: This is my safe place.

Tommy: Now shut up and put your arms around me!

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Tommy: I’m so full of love. And anger. Like a lava lamp.

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Bad: I’m full of rage and dangoruslly stupid but god is holding me back by the scruff of my neck like a kitten

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Bad: You expect me to act like a normal human being? I’m wearing a turtleneck!

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Skeppy: *stubs toe* Fuck!!

Bad: *stops drinking coffee* put a dollar in the swear jar *resumes drinking coffee*

Skeppy: *takes random can out of the trash* judging by what you did last night, you need to put a dollar in the sin tin.

Bad: *chokes*

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Skeppy: You want the last muffin?

Bad: yea

Skeppy: You want the last muffin?

Bad: yes

Skeppy: You want the last muffin?

Bad: yes!!

Skeppy: Will you go an a date with me

Bad: YES!!

Bad: waaait…

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5up: Get down from there!

Fundy: *up in a tree* No Way!!

5up: I’m going to call the police.

Fundy: Go ahead, I’ll fight them!

5up: I have cookies.

Fundy: *gets down and grabs cookies* I totally would’ve fought them.

5up: I know you would

~~~

Bad: You know, Skeppy, I like you much better with my glasses off.

Skeppy: You put your glasses back on and face the facts!!!

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Tommy: In this essay I won’t

Tommy: Fuck you for comming to my ted talk!

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Tubbo: Goodnight to my Husband fuck the rest of ya’ll

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Gumi to Skeppy: Hey girlboss you malewife is looking especially gnc today.

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Wilbur: U r cute all the time

Quackity: Even when I tell you I want to punch you

Wilbur: Yes

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Skeppy: If my husband thinks he can just bat his cute lil eyes at me and get whatever he wants, he’s absolutely right.

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Bad: I’m a goth girl on the inside. on the outside? A father figure.

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Bad: how do you tell a guy politely you want to push him against a wall and make out with him?

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Skeppy: Ugh I’m so mad I’m going to go home and touch my husband’s tits so I won't be mad.

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*Fighting*

Skeppy: Bite me!

Bad: Where?

Skeppy *tiny gasp*

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Bad: Not wearing glasses any more. I’ve seen enough

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Eret: *takes a long swig from the flask he was carrying in her purse*

Barkeep: Ma’am no outside drinks are permitted 

Eret, hoarsely: This is flour  

~~~

Eret: Might fuck around and let nature reclaim me.

Bad: Does this mean you’re going feral or just lying in the dirt for a while?

Eret: Yeah.

~~~

Skeppy: Malk?

Bad: Milk.

Skeppy: molk?

Bad: MILK.

Skeppy:......Melk?

Bad: MILK! M I L K

Skeppy: Milk

Bad: MALK- oh I see what you did there.

~~~

*laying in bed together*

Bad: I need you to promise that you'll hold my hand whenever I’m scared.

Skeppy: Yeah ok.

Bad: *starts holding Skeppy’s hand*

Skeppy: *looks around confused* What are you scared of?

Bad: I’m scared if I let go of your hand you’ll disappear.

Skeppy: *Forgets how to breath*

~~~

Skeppy: Hey Techno.

Techno: *punches Skeppy in the stomach*

Skeppy: What the fuck?!!

Techno: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young....YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL!

Skeppy: What the fuck are you talking about?!

Techno: I'm talking about the baby that's growing inside of your belly right now.

Antfrost: See ya! *leaves*

Skeppy: I'm not pregnant!!!!!

Techno: Well, not after that punch you're not. I've been taking muay thai classes.

Skeppy: I was never pregnant, Techno!

Techno: Are... you sure?

Skeppy: Yes I'm fucking sure!!!!

Puffy: I'm sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

Techno: Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and—

Puffy: *punches Skeppy in the stomach*

Skeppy: AW, MOTHERFU--

~~~

Ya’ll better see this I made it for you

#dsmp incorrect quotes #dream smp incorrect quotes #badboyhalo #Skeppy #skephalo #antfrost #velvetiscake #captain puffy #technoblade #tommyinnit #lava lamp tommy #eret #eret my beloved #5undy #5up and Fundy #tubbo #ranboo #foolish my beloved #ponk #PONK MY BELOVED #eret my queen #wilbur #QUACKITY #ranboo and tubbo #a single instance of quackbur #gumi my beloved #like a lot of skephalo #goth girl badboyhalo

[teddy06writes]

What Could Have Been Was Good, But What We Have Now Is Better

Part Two to You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need you Now

Requested by:

@alistorhq

@hiphopdancer101universe

@trinatiger

@lightbulb77724

plus some anons.

Quackity x reader; past sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, yelling, mentions of drinking/being hungover

premise: The confrontation, and what follows

{Okay, so at first, I was gonna have this as like a collection of various moments that would have happened in the two year span, plus the confrontation, but then I was like but that might be clunky. So, if you guys want, I'll do a part three with the little scenes I had been thinking about}

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Slowly, the sun began to climb into the sky, beginning to peak out from between the tall buildings of Las Nevadas.

Slowly, you stirred, glaring out the open window at the sun.

For a moment, everything was normal. Your fiancé's soft snores and Charlie's soft humming from the other room almost convinced you that it was just a normal day.

But then you fully sat up, untangling yourself from Quackity's arms and glancing around to where your other 'children' were still asleep in various places in the living room.

The previous day and the reason for your camping out in the living room came flooding back to you as you stood, stretching.

Shaking your head, you went to go get dressed, beginning to recall the so called script you had made yourself the night before.

Halfway through fixing your hair, Quackity ducked into the half open bathroom door, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Good morning baby."

"Morning." You sighed, "Are you hungover or did Purp get you to stop soon enough?"

"ehhh, it's not that bad..." He said.

You nodded, turning to lean against the counter and look at him fully, "I assume that your in the same boat as me, with this whole Situation...?"

"Depends on which boat that is."

You shook your head, "What could have been was good, but..." You glanced back out the door to where you could hear Fundy and Charlie talking, "I think what we have now Is better."

Quackity seemed to breath a sigh of relief, quickly pulling you into his arms, "I agree. I know that I loved them once... but... even then it felt like being the odd one out... I don't think I'd be able to handle it again. Not after knowing what they'd done. It- it hurts to even see them..."

You melted into the embrace, glad to know he was on your side, "I'll take care of everything. I promise."

~~ After sending Charlie out to go find Sapnap and Karl, and send them to your office, you headed down to your office for yourself.

There you mindlessly organized your desk, with only semi shaky hands.

"(y/n)?"

Your head snapped up, upon hearing Karls voice, "Come in."

They entered, Karl beginning too look around at the pictures on one of the shelves as Sapnap asked, "So, where Quackity? Doesn't seem like a fair discussion if not all of us are here."

"Yeah," Karl agreed, "He should have a say too."

You rubbed at your eyes, "Unfortunately, we thought it best, for me to handle this. Q, wasn't sure he'd- deal with it in the right way."

"Well that's Quackity for you." Karl mumbled, moving to sit in one of the chairs facing your desk.

"Never could fight his own battles- not that this is one." Sapnap interrupted himself.

You frowned, "Well... I'd hardly say that. He's the one who built this place- well, I designed some buildings, he did the rest. Getting the Badlands off our backs peacefully last year was all him. Not so much peacefully as with many threats..."

Karl nodded, almost expecting you to tell the story, but you shook your head, "Anyway, that's not what I asked you here to talk about."

"Of course," Sapnap agreed, "Obviously, our relationship is slightly more important."

You sighed, "There's one thing, actually that I think I should preface with, before I state our position. Where the fuck did you go? Why the fuck did you leave us? And Why do you think you just get to show up now?"

They sat shocked for a moment, and you couldn't help but smirk, gesturing for them to speak, "No, please enlighten me. I'd like to know."

Karl and Sapnap looked to each other, Karl shaking his head, before Sapnap whispered, "We have to, if we want them back."

"I..." He faltered, turning to you, before squeaking, "I- couldn't- remember you- until a week ago."

You froze for a moment, but before you could make any comment, he rambled on, "Because of all this crazy stuff- I travel- like- through time- it was messing with my head- but it's better now, and we're here! To marry you guys!"

You looked at him confused, "Time travel?"

He nodded sagely, "I've... seen more than you can imagine, i've seen nations rise and fall, universes collapse. Hero's that even Tommy couldn't compare too, evils that..."

Karl's voice faltered, and Sapnap reached over to take his hand comfortingly.

"Let me guess. You found out that everything turns to dust eventually..." You sighed, rubbing at your temples.

"It never works out." Tiny tears leaked from his eyes, and Sapnap was quick to get up, pulling Karl into his arms.

~~ "Why did you do that?" Sapnap asked, his voice soft, but still with an air of hostility.

Karl had gone back to the hotel, quickly and quietly, tears still falling.

"I didn't do anything-"

"Clearly you did!" He cut you off.

You shook your head, pushing back your chair and standing, If he forgot us... why didn't you remind him? Tell us about him about us? Or actually come up here like you said you would?!"

"Because maybe I wanted things to be the way that they were! Maybe I liked not sharing! But maybe it was because I had to deal with that!"

You continued to pace as he sat down heavily, "He was going insane (y/n), he saw the end of everything! He had to watch the rise and fall o L'manburg over and over! He's seen the egg come and go! I had to take care of him!"

"And you don't think I've had to take care of things? You two left and I had to put Q back together! I still have to put him together sometimes! I had to keep planning this the whole time! And then I get all these fucking child soldiers all these people that your fucking friend ruined, and I had to take care of them!

I held it all together until it itself stuck- and now I have a family! And that seems like it's more than what you two could've given us! You think you're the one that had to deal with someone who'd seen too much- Charlie's been here since the beginning of the server! He may seem fine but he is haunted!

Don't act like you're the only one whos had to 'go through it' because I made a home and a family and I take care of them- even though you leaving broke me! So don't lecture me! You didn't need us then, and we sure as hell don't need you now!"

You sat down, running your hands through your hair, tugging at the ends and not daring to look at Sapnap.

"Are you serious? Wouldn't us coming back help put you back together?"

"We learned to live without you, and I don't think I want to unlearn, and it seems like my family is with me."

Still you could not make yourself look up at him.

"I guess I understand."

There was a quiet shuffling of the chair, then footsteps, before you could finally breath again and your soft sobs began to fill the office.

~~ It had hardly been two minutes before Quackity was entering your office, kneeling in front of you and pulling you into his arms, whispering about how brave you are.

You cried into his chest, "I didn't think I could do it- what if it was a mistake-"

"no babey, you did perfect. You know it yourself we are better without them. We've got our family we don't need them. You are so, so brave and I am so proud of you. So proud of you (y/n)."

He pressed kisses to your hair, trying to pull you impossibly closer to him, "Thank you... for doing something I couldn't."

You only sobbed harder, clinging to him.

That was how the others found you later, in a heap on the floor.

Wordlessly, Purpled sat next to the two of you, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Fundy found himself sitting as well, leaning against you. Charlie hummed softly as he went about fixing the chairs that Karl and Sapnap had left in disarray.

"Let us take care of you now." Quackity said softly.

The others made noises of agreement, and you let out your final sob.

Because your family was there where Sapnap and Karl weren't. And they would take care of you, the way you took care of them.

#mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #teddy 06 writes #teddy 06