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nenestansunsthings · 1 year

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"Hey. You're Joe Hills, right?"

The man who turns to him to looks far too normal, a casual guy with long hair and green glasses and gloves. Quackity can't imagine why they beat Wilbur. Why her people campaigned so hard for him, why they had hundreds in the lead for hours upon hours until the polls closed and Wilbur lost to her. When the guy smiles cheerfully towards him, the question only becomes more poignant.

"Yup! That's me! Joe Hills, from Nashville, Tennessee." He offers their hand to shake, and in a flash Quackity takes it. Her grip isn't strong, and he blinks in surprise when Quackity's own is firm. "And you're Quackity, right? Good job with your poll!! That was a real close win, but your people pulled through right where it mattered!"

Quackity waves it off. "I never had a doubt. Of course my fans wouldn't let me lose! I'm the sexiest red bird around here, after all!" Unbidden, his wings flutter. "But heyyy, that's not what I came here for. I came here for you! We had an alliance, didn't we? Come on, hi-five, amigo, we did well today!"

Joe blinks. "We had an alliance?"

"Uh, yeah? What, don't tell me you didn't know." He scoffs. "Your fans didn't tell you? I heard you were out there campaigning yourself. Posting shirtless videos and everything! Just my kinda guy." Cheerfully, he slings an arm around Joe, pleasantly surprised when the guy doesn't even flinch. "I thought you agreed to the alliance yourself!"

"... Oh, that alliance!" Their eyes light up in recognition. "Yeah, I saw a few people talking about that. People get really excited in my chat, y'know? Though they were pretty torn." He shrugs. "I mean, Grian's a friend of mine, even if I have no clue how he thinks. But yeah, that was all them!"

Quackity can't help but stare. "You didn't know they were allying against a friend of yours?!"

"Nope! They just kinda do what they want." Joe laughs, the sound tinged with fondness. Something in that makes Quackity's gut churn uncomfortably. They just… do that? Ally against friends? Work with people who they think will stab them in the back later? And all in the name of someone who doesn't even know what they're planning? "I think it's great that they all got together to support you! But hey, there's only one person I'm hoping will win, and you know who it is! I wouldn't be campaigning for myself if I didn't want that win."

"Ha! Yeah, I know how it is." He grins back, golden tooth gleaming brilliantly. "Don't feel too down when I thrash you, alright?"

"We'll see about that!" Normally, Quackity would be on edge from that kind of declaration, but there isn't a shred of hostility in her vice. There's only delight, friendly competition. "I have faith that my viewers will pull ahead, and that I can campaign hard enough to convince people! I've been working really hard, after all. Even bought some new rainbow eyes, just for the occasion!"

"Wait, what."

Joe blinks, and when their eyes open again they are joined by a hundred others, flickering with a thousand colours and all seeing- staring- beholding. Just before he can think the word watching, they flutter shut.

"That's not the right word for me, just to be clear," Joe chastises him. "Watching. I'm not a part of that group."

Quackity has no goddamn idea what she means. So after a moment of stunned silence, he continues.

"... Do your fans think the eyes are hot?"

"I think they're sexyman enough to win the contest," he says, which clears up nothing. "But, most importantly, I think they'd vote for me anyway! Even without my beautiful, glowing, rainbow-checked eyes. Which are, by the way, divinely beautiful, and should be appreciated."

"Hey, man, if you're the kind of guy to buy new eyes for a competition, they'd better vote for you." Quackity shakes his head. "What, did they bribe you for it? Say they'd vote for you if you blinked in rainbows? That's not a healthy relationship, man, you gotta get out of there."

Joe snorts. "No, this is all for me. But thanks for worrying! If my people ever start demanding I grow new eyes before they tip me, I'll just find new people." He waves a hand nonchalantly. "I don't think my viewers would do that, anyway."

"... Hm." Quackity hesitates, settling a few feet away from Joe. "... I dunno, man. I mean, they made that alliance without you, didn't they? Hard to think you could trust 'em after something like that. Not a lot of unity in that kind of campaign, especially if there was some kind of in-fighting about voting me over your friend."

Some tiny, tiny part of him feels a little sick at the thought. But it dies down quickly enough. This isn't the first time he's brought people to blows over loyalty, after all.

But Joe looks unbothered. "They're good people. They'll figure it out for themselves. And they understand why people would vote you over Grian, or why their friends would support you."

"Oh?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "You talk like you've seen it yourself. Did they shake hands and make up and write songs about their reconciliation? I'd love to see that- you encourage their poetry, it looks like. They've gotta have some skills."

"Nah, nothing like that. You're thinking too big, Quackity HQ." Their sunny smile shifts, softening at the edges. "They're just friends. They don't hate each other for wanting a different person to win. If this was something important like politics- which is very important, remember to vote on both a local and national level to support what's best for your community!- then it might be different. But this is fine."

He scoffs. "Please. I've seen the posts. Some of those guys came out swinging against me."

"And they know it's an exaggeration!" she assures him. "Just look around. All across this great land of Tumblr, there are people reminding each other to be kind. To be civil. To watch whether their feelings are turning into hate, and to take a step back and breathe if things go too far. Sure, things have gone too far. But that happens in all kinds of events, not just this one. And mostly, our viewers want to be kind."

"Man. You're a real ray of sunshine, aren't you." Quackity looks away. "But that's not really what I mean. It's more…"

He's not sure the words are right on his tongue. He says them anyway.

"They're supposed to be united," he tries. "I know you all wanted a Hermitsweep. Your people rule the polls. Doesn't it scare you, that they can split so much behind your back? Isn't it weird, to trust them with this?"

For a second, Joe is silent. Quackity grits his teeth, turns- but the faint green glow of his checkmarks is dim, and there's a twinge of honest fear in his eyes.

"... To be honest, it feels weird." He rests his head on their knees, fingers wrapped tight around her arms. "Just a little bit. I didn't expect this much. And the competition last round was a lot, let me tell you."

Quackity snorts. "I was there, man. No need to tell me. So much voter fraud…"

"And bribery! Don't forget bribery." Joe laughs. "But I do trust them. Whatever they do. I'll be disappointed if I lose, obviously, but it happens. It's hard to really be angry when you think about the core of all this."

"Popularity?" he jokes.

"Well, a little. I've been told Scar is not a sexyman, just a sexy man. Still not sure what criteria people are voting by. But mostly, I think it's love."

"Love?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "What made you think that?"

Joe sighs. "I dunno. It's just… it's the only thing that it could be, really. This contest doesn't mean anything. There's no prize. All it is is just people wanting the entertainers they love most to win. And look at everything they've created for that goal."

Quackity knows. He's seen the swathes of art, the stories, the people getting out drawing tablets or phones or paper and camera to thank people who voted in their favour. He's seen old artworks shared years after their making. He's seen silly powerpoints, walls of text, analysis and promotions of videos from the starts of careers. It's a little terrifying, really, in the same way angels are.

He's pretty sure Joe would know, too.

"Yeah, not every one of my viewers joined your alliance. Even with my personal campaigning, none of them brought it up to me. But whoever they voted, whether it was Grian because he's someone they fought to see this high up or you because they wanted to share the support your people offered me, they voted out of love. Because they love me, or they love you, or they love whoever else they wanted to win."

"... They love you, huh?"

It's an odd thought. Quackity's well used to heartbreak, to abandonment. To people only staying because he had something to offer. But in this silly contest, with tens of thousands of people cheering for him…

"They love you too," Joe says with a smile. "So I'm happy you won. I'd say you're a pretty worthy opponent."

Quackity barks out a laugh, turning to Joe with fire in his eye. "A worthy opponent? You'll be taking those words back when I win. My people love me, don't they? So I'm sure as hell they'll put their money where their mouth is."

"Oh, we'll see." A thousand eyes open, turning a rainbow gaze upon him. He meets their stare head-on. "After all," Joe Hills says, "You were right about one thing. We want a Hermitsweep."

#quackity #quackityhq #joe hills #joehillstsd #quackity fanfic #joe hills fanfiction #mcyt sexyman propaganda #mcytblr sexymen poll #sun art #hi guys. guess who is SO normal about the quackity joe poll #i have. emotions #also im so sorry if theyre not written right i did my best

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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Could I request some qsmp quackity x reader fluff headcannons?

Thank you for the request. I will try my best to do this because I have never written headcannons. So please enjoy these headcannons (also these will be scenarios. Also some are fluff and others aren’t.). From the beginning till now.

Quackity Masterlist

Qsmp headcanons(q!quackity)

It was nothing out of the ordinary. But between you two it was like meeting an old friends or something. After that fist night, he was walking around asking everyone how they enjoyed their staying. When it was between him and you. They weren’t be a lot of words. Even if quackity was a talkative person. He just didn’t want to say something bad in front of you.

Slowly, he would visit everyday and tell you what his plans were. Telling some people to blow up someone bases. Which from a bird Marianna house was blown up.

He would convince you to try to steal. Or at least stall some time as he checks in their chest. Then later head to his house to split what he found.

He would give you a flower if he ever found one. But don’t expect it everyday.

When he was building his house, he would ask you to come check on it or stay there so he have someone to say he did build it by himself.

The more you would hang out, the more you both had a connection. And more you both stayed with each other some feeling start to grow strong.

Tilin

He was excited to have someone to show around and his egg was name tilin. The first person he showed to tilin was you. He was excited. You met tilin and saw the smile on his face. The smile that can outshine anything.

You three would always hang out. Quackity will show tilin how to build. But tilin would be better. As his father tilin was just as reckless but safe.

When it was night, quackity would sometimes drink, and when he does, tilin would leave to head to yours or Roire and Jaiden's house. Tilin will sleep to music. Holding something quackity has given to them.

Sometimes when quackity and tilin would stay over. Once tilin woke up before you and quackity to slip into your room. Seeing you both holding each other. Tilin would go inbetween you to sleep in the middle. You would make way for him as he smiles.

He would have one karaoke night only because tilin wanted to sing. So quackity sang my way. He started to sing his chest out as you cheered with a smile. Beside you tilin. Quackity held out his hand for you to stand beside him. You both started to sing. He takes one lyric as you take the other. With the song ending tilin would stare as he cheers saying kiss. You both would turn red putting tilin to sleep.

When quackity found out about tilin. He saw you there and Roier left the you both alone. He started to talk nonsense blaming slime. He blame you as well and started to shout. But you never said a word. He was a broken man that lost his child. He wanted to be alone but something in you didn’t want to leave. The more he said it the more his voice changed. So you left to stay on top of a hill. Just to stare at him as he cried.

He started to block everyone out. Not wanting to leave his house at all. You would try to knock on his door to see if he is willing to talk. Or even the password he gave you. But he changes it. He never opened the door. So you just talk to him through the door. He would hear you talk and it brought him peace. Besides Tilin he found a home with you

He sobered up. At night not to see anyone he would walk to your home. Seeing your lights always on. He would knock to you open them. He hugged you. Saying words to your shoulders. How he was a bad father? You would convince him not to.

When the funeral came, quackity said words about tilin. You step outside looking at a grave. To feel him stay beside you while you felt his had to hold it. He never once let go of your hand. We were both teleported to visit Tilin one more time. Giving peace to you three together.

Now

You both made classes for the eggs for them to grow. With drawing around the room. Everyone drawing their family. Quackity drew the three of you by his house. You drew the three by your house.

When someone spoke Spanish quackity will always translate it to you or even after the interaction of everyone.

He would even help you with your Spanish. Give lessons and encourage you along the way. There will be moments where he told you ‘good job’ both of you were close to each other and just stare. Not ruining the moment

He told you what he wanted to do with Wilbur and Tallulah. You told him it was a bad idea but he didn’t listen. One night after he put her to sleep. He rush to you banging on your door repeatedly saying, ‘I couldn’t do it y/n I don’t want him to feel the pain like I do as much as I do. She doesn’t deserve to lose a life because of how I feel.’ With your door opening he gave sad eyes to you. Only to bring him into you.

Slowly the love between you both will rise again and bring your first kiss near your house. Talking about memories. To him asking, ‘can I kiss you?’ You question it at first but only nod. So under the night. He kissed you. Only a minute after to be broken but by max wanting to question quackity.

After that kiss, you both would stay at your house for the meantime. He wasn’t ready to be in his house yet so he stayed with you.

With quackity new son Richarlyson, and him being the 6 father of Richarlyson, quackity thought why not bring you along and help him with Richarlyson.

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #qsmp #quackity x y/n #alex quackity #quackity #qsmp headcanons #qsmp tilin #qsmp tilín #qsmp quackity #q!quackity #quackity x reader #quackityhq

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fancypantsy · 8 months

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Hii! Would you possibly be able to do a jealous quackity x male reader, where reader would be on call with quackitys friends and quackity would be jealous?

So let's just say it was after some late night stream and quackity and his friends were still in call but you missed him and since he wasn't streaming anymore there really wouldn't be any harm in visiting him in his streaming room. After hanging out for a bit with him and his friends on call he had to go to the bathroom so it was just you, foolish_gamers, and roier on call; when quackity got back he heard you and the other guys laughing and he got a bit jealous because he wanted to be the one making you laugh; after he came back in the room it was clear he was in a sour mood but he wouldn't admit that, after a little bit more chit chat with the guys quackity said he was feeling tired so you both ended the call

"I'm better than them right?"

(This isn't very good I'm so sorry 😭)

I have a couple more asks and I'm gonna get them done asap but I've been a bit busy with school starting and all. ❤️👍

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wisp-exe · 2 years

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Quackity’s Interlude

If you had told me Six years ago that my life would end up being worse after the abuse of one J. Schlatt I would have laughed and walked away.

Eight years ago, I met, and fell in love with the man of my nightmares. I guess he gave me a sick, twisted sense of security. I was in love, he was using me.

I suppose you could blame this all on me. I was the only common factor in the deaths of all four men. Not to mention the others I destroyed on the way.

We should start this story at the beginning, shouldn’t we?

I was a kid, just fresh out of high school. Maybe 20 at the oldest. I had just moved out from a neglectful home, leaving my younger siblings. I got a scholarship to the law school of my dreams. If only I knew what it would cost me.

Enter Eret. They were my first lover in the real world. The first person I’ve ever dated other than girls who wanted me for the sex and guys who wanted to explore their sexualities.

She was great, I, however was not. The years passing made me realize how horrible i was to her. We were horribly in love. We spend every day together, and almost every night. That lasted for a year.

And then I interned at Schlattcorp. I started as a coffee boy, and that was fine for awhile. But then the CEO himself noticed me. The attention was nice, having a man so powerful value me more than his oldest employees. He promoted me to the highest position he could without my degree done.

He would treat me better than the other workers, he made me feel special in a way i never have been. He had me scheduled long hours, just to keep me around him.

I would gush about him to Eret. So it was no surprise that he saw the red flags i had missed.

Looking bad I feel horrible for how i treated Eret, and I’ve attempted to contact them to no avail. I regret hurting them, but I don’t think we would have worked out at the time. I was unprepared for a relationship. I would have hurt them either way.

Eret broke up with me four months after i started at Schlattcorp. I had come home with marks lining my neck. I should have told her I didn’t have a choice.

Schlatt called me to his personal office. The conversation started normal, but Schlatt wasn’t satisfied. He locked the door, and cornered me at his desk. All i could do was stand there. He never forced himself on me again.

He would continue to flirt with me during work hours, and I would convince myself I liked it. He was so sweet to me, so I must of liked it or he wouldn’t have done it.

That’s how the relationship would continue for months. He had started taking me on dates. I forgot about the things he had done to get me. He was almost nice. I moved in with him and we got engaged.

Then the drinking started. Perhaps he had been drinking the whole time, but he hid it from me until I’d moved in with him. I truly had no escape.

On a good night he would bring me to bed. On a bad one he would beat me. There was never a good reason, maybe i didn’t put the plates in the right place, or I forgot to do something I was never told to. He would use anything to excuse the abuse.

I never told anyone. Most people wish they did when looking back on abuse. But I don’t. If I had told someone, I wouldn’t have gotten away with what i did next.

One night I just snapped. He had smashed a bottle over my head, so I put a few pills in his drink, not expecting it to be enough to kill him. But the next morning i woke up to him next to me not breathing.

I was scared of myself, of what i had done. I fled the house with nothing besides cash from his safe and my textbooks. No one had even known we were engaged, and when they found my fingerprints in the house I told them we were fuck buddies.

Our relationship only lasted 2 years, but it felt like more.

I went back to school, and worked on finishing my degree. I lived in a cheap apartment across town. It was oddly peaceful. At times I was tempted to contact my family, but I never did.

And then came along Wilbur Soot. He was a dream compared to Schlatt, and I learned he had his own past with the man. He’s the one person I wish I could have met in better circumstances. I believe in some world, we would have worked. He could have been the one.

We met at a dumb college party. I was in a corner by myself. I was probably only there for the free drinks. Wilbur approached me and we got talking. By the end of the night we were in his room.

He treated me so sweetly. Let’s just say we kept in touch. We started as simple fuck buddies. I don’t know what changed but over time we became close friends. We told eachother everything. He taught me guitar.

But he wanted more. He knew I didn’t.

Now is the time I should mention Techno Blade. He was Wilbur’s brother. At first he hated me, but after Will’s death we reconnected. I was comforting Wilbur through an episode when Techno gave me the scar across my face. I don’t blame him anymore. I was unknowingly fueling the flames.

We lost contact after a year. I later would find out Wilbur had attempted suicide and was admitted to a hospital.

So here I was. A year after Schlatt, alone again. I reconnected with my youngest brother, Tom. He was passed into my custody after an incident with our father. I was really struggling financially at the time but I wouldn’t let Tommy down.

I didn’t really do much besides work, school, and caring for him. Then he introduced me to Dream.

Dream was a few years older than me, but he was the only true friend ive had since Wilbur. The only downside being him dating my older brother who had abandoned me to care for our siblings years prior.

He introduced me to maybe the happiest time of my life, but also the most tragic. I should have savored that more.

I met Karl Jacobs and Sapnap Halo while hanging out at Dream’s house. The two were dating, and lived with Dream. Tommy and Dream were playing mario kart or something, it wasn’t important.

The two of them walked in and spotted me sitting on my phone. They asked Dream who “the hottie sitting next to you” is. I told them my name and that I was Tom’s brother.

Things with them started slow. It was refreshing. We were friends for almost a year before they asked me out. And in that time I had fallen head over heel. Go ahead and call me easy but I was a sucker for someone who was kind to me.

I was happy for the longest time. The part I didn’t know I needed was that they never expected sex. Karl was asexual and Sapnap survived off porn anyways, so nothing was ever expected from me. We were purely romantic.

We went on dates twice a week, and moved into a two bedroom apartment together.

However Sapnap was a party animal at heart. He would often throw parties with Dream and call me drunk. I hated it but never told him. I was scared he would be mad at me. Looking back it was a stupid fear, he loved me so much he could never be mad over that.

Karl had begun to struggle with memory problems. The doctors said he couldn’t drive or drink anymore. It didn’t matter how many times we had to remind him who we were, he was still ours.

They even loved Tommy as if he was their kid. It was the best part, they cared about him as much as I did.

I loved them so much, but I knew it couldn't last. I had too much trauma to truly give someone my full love and trust again.

Schlatt had successfully broken me, I could never love again. And even after all these years I wonder if that’s what he wanted.

Two years after I met them everything feel apart. It was a week after our anniversary. We went out for drinks. Tommy was at a sleepover with his friend Tubbo. I shouldn’t have gone I know, alcohol still freaked me out. But Sapnap had asked so sweetly. We completely forgot about Karl not being allowed to drink. And I hate myself for it even today.

After a few hours of drinking Sapnap had started yelling about something. It scared me so I told him to stop. It started a big fight between us. He decided to take Karl home.

I took a bus home an hour later only to find no one there. I assumed they went to Dream’s for the night to cool off.

I got the call at 4am. Sapnap crashed the car. He hit a doctor named Ponk Awe, who I later learned was intimate with my father.

Sapnap didn’t make it. I should have driven them home. If I hadn’t been so upset for no reason I would be happily married to two of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.

Karl was in the hospital. He had slipped into a coma for unknown reasons. The crash had barely hurt him, only broken a few bones.

I was alone. I hate who the loneliness turned me into. I stopped taking care of Tommy, and he was sent into foster care. I never saw him again before his funeral, but I heard things.

Karl woke up five months later. He had suffered brain damage from drinking. He barely remembered a thing past his childhood. What hurt the most was that he remembered Sapnap’s name but not my own.

He went into critical condition on the day of our 2nd anniversary. He died only a few days after. I wish I had more time with the two of them, but when have I ever gotten what I wanted?

I didn’t go to either of the funerals. I went into a depressive episode. I drank daily. I was becoming the monster who made me this way. Eventually I checked myself into rehab.

A little under two years ago I once again met Wilbur Soot. We were reunited in rehab, me recovering from drinking, him from smoking.

We were eachothers comfort. He helped me with the loss of my fiances, and I helped him with his depression.

We survived rehab and moved into a house with Techno. He quickly became my bestfriend outside of Wilbur.

I learned that Will had befriended Tommy. His dad fostered him for awhile and Wilbur kept in contact. He never found out Tommy was my brother.

Will and I reconnected quickly. We realised we still had feelings for eachother. We dated for a year before things got bad again.

We found out Tommy had died. He was found shot in an alleyway. They think he was robbed and killed seeing as his wallet was missing. His funeral was the first funeral I had attended since this shit started.

In another life he would still be in my care and this never would have happened.

Wilbur’s depression got worse after the loss of Tommy. I felt helpless. Things just escalated until one day Wilbur told me he was going out for a walk. My gut told me to follow him, so I did because I’ve survived off following my gut instinct for so long.

He went into the subway, and I followed.

I watched him walk closer to the yellow caution line. I screamed his name. I think I went to pull him away.

He kissed me one last time before shoving me behind the line as the train came.

I vowed that the funeral of Wilbur Soot would be the last I ever attend.

You wanted the full story leading up to now? Well, there it is. I didn’t have some big moment of pain. I just got tired. Of everyone around me dying. Of ruining the lives of everyone I touched.

@miirorange @seapeesound

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

masterlist

Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackity headcannons #quackityhq x reader #quackity #qsmp x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader

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wldflvrs · 2 years

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I THINK I LOVE YOU, quackity

a cc!quackity x reader oneshot

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which quackity experiences love at first sight at a target

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, fluff ig, awkward/nervous quackity, light swearing, gender-neutral!reader (1,143 words)

- ', ꒱ INSPIRED BY, telephone by waterparks

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, this was supposed to be a drabble but this song has been stuck in my head for the last two days and i just had to write something using it and this is what i ended up with. enjoy!

Love at first sight was something Quackity only ever believed in fairytales. The thought of simply seeing someone and immediately falling in love sounded insane and far too unrealistic for him to even wrap his mind around but yet, the second he saw you he felt as though his whole world had managed to flip itself upside down.

This was a stranger he just barely held a second of eye contact with in the midst of Target. This was not someone he should even be feeling anything for but he couldn’t seem to help himself from wanting to walk up and talk to you. Perhaps he’d be able to get to know your name or number, maybe you’d even agree to going out for a coffee after!

Inhaling a nervous breath, he fixed his beanie and practiced his lines as if it was a play before making his way across the aisle to where you stood, looking through a pile of notebooks and planners.

“Hi!” He greeted a bit too excitedly, his expression switching to match his worry as he feared he may have come off too strong.

In the midst of his worry, he hadn’t noticed your amused expression until the sound of your laugh caught his attention. “Hello.”

Oh he was definitely falling. And boy was he falling fast. Idiot.

“I’m uh, my name is Alex.” He managed to blurt out before sticking out a hand for you to shake. God you’re such a fucking idiot. He mentally scolded himself.

You didn’t seem bothered or uncomfortable with his presence, even going as far to shake his hand with a smile before saying, “Nice to meet you Alex, I’m (Y/N).”

“Great to meet you, actually I was wondering if you’d like to get a coffee with me perhaps? After you’re done shopping, that is, I could meet you outside or even at the cafe if you’d like. I know this may seem weird but I’d just like to get to know you better.”

There was always a possibility of this turning out to be the worst thing ever. You could be a serial killer for all he knew or not even feel the same about him! He could end up not liking you as much as he may have thought—though he highly doubted that—and this could’ve all been a waste of both your time.

“You don’t have to say yes of course, especially if you don’t want to, I completely understand so you don’t need to feel forced-”

“I’m not free tonight but I could meet you in the morning?”

Wait what?

“For coffee or brunch if you’d like? I know a few good places that serve brunch.”

You had said yes. You agreed! Oh god- “Yeah that works! Where did you have in mind for brunch?”

“It’s just down the street on the corner and it has the best banana bread in the city.”

“Great! What time should I meet you there?” He asked, immediately wondering if he was supposed to give you a set time instead of asking you to choose a time. Shit, was he fucking up his only chance?

“Could you do 10?”

“Yeah I could do that. I’ll meet you at 10 tomorrow then?”

If walking up to talk to you was awkward, then walking away after saying good-bye was embarrassing though he couldn’t tell if you had thought the same as him. If you were, then you were amazing at hiding it behind a kind smile as Quackity managed to stumble out of the aisle and out to the parking lot. He didn’t need to buy anything anyways, he could always buy oranges some other day.

As he walked around the parking lot in search of his car, the sound of his ringtone going off in his pocket caught his attention. Fishing out his phone, he quickly picked up just as he found his car and began walking towards it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Q! Just wondering if you’re still up for my stream tonight?” Karl’s voice filled his ear as he unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat.

“Yeah of course, it’s at 8 right?”

“Yup.” He replied, popping the p. “What’s up with you? You sound so giddy.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Very, now what’s up?”

“I’vegotadatetomorrowwiththiscutepersonIsawatTarget.” He quickly blurted out.

Silence came from the other line before Karl finally said something. “What?”

“I said, I’ve got-”

“No no I heard all of that.” Karl cut him off, making Quackity furrow his brows.

“Then why’d you say what?” He mocked his friend's words.

“Because you said it was someone you just saw at Target and you have a date with them tomorrow? Do you even know their name-”

“I do, and it’s (Y/N).”

“Okay what about their number?”

Shit. He forgot to ask for your number! What if something comes up and you can’t make it tomorrow? How would he even know?

“Fuck.”

For a brief second silence was all he heard from his phone until laughter quickly filled his ear. Quackity rolled his eyes as he started the car, finding it was probably best to get home soon before Karl’s stream was scheduled to begin.

“You are- fuck you’re such an idiot.” Karl managed to say between his breaths as his laughter began to die down. “How do you forget to ask for their number?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, okay? I just thought they looked attractive and then I got nervous talking to them, but at least I got a date! And I can always ask for their number tomorrow.”

“You’re an idiot.” Karl repeated, voice still breathless from laughing, and now it was Quackity’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, talk to me when you get a date.”

“At least I’m not the one falling for strangers at a Target.”

“Fuck you, you know what, I’m not going to show up on your stream tonight! Have fun explaining to your viewers as to why you lied about having me there.”

It was a lie. Both he and Karl knew that, which was why instead of begging him to come on, Karl simply laughed before speaking up again.

“Get home safe man, and goodluck on your date tomorrow, I’m gonna go finish setting up for stream.“

“Alright bye man.”

“Bye Q, don’t fall for another stranger on the way home.” He teased before cutting the call, leaving Quackity back in silence as he drove back home.

He doubted he’d be able to just fall for someone else. Not in the way he did with you at least. That was a once in a lifetime experience and he hoped on his lucky stars that if it had to, that it’d end well.

He had a good feeling about this. He could just hope his gut wasn’t wrong about it.

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dysfunctionalcrab · 3 years

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cute vets, pets, and boys

Pairing: Quackity x reader

Pronouns: Gender neutral

Description: Tiger needs to go to vets. Over there, his owner meets a cute veterinary assistant (yes, I mean you)

Notes: Doctor Anderson is the name of an actual doctor I shadowed I couldn’t think of anything else okay, leave me alone.

His knee bounced up and down impatiently. The place was unusually packed today.

Tiger sat in his basket, loafed and with his eyes closed. Quackity’s heart ached for the small cat, the poor animal had stopped his regular eating habits. When he filled his bowl, it was only half finished, which was abnormal, since Tiger was usually finished within 10 minutes, and then meowed for some more.

He glanced at the clock, sighing after calculating that he had been been waiting for almost a whole hour, until a vaguely familiar man walked into the room with a clipboard. He was a middle aged man, grey hair and and stubble. He wore giant glasses with black frames. It was only when Quackity’s eyes landed on the name tag pinned to the pocket of his white lab coat, did he realise this was their regular vet.

“Alex!” He called out, looking up from his clipboard and locking eyes with him

Tiger hadn’t been to vet in ages, and when he did, it was usually his mom who took him, so to see him so enthusiastic, or even remember his name, startled him quite a bit.

He stood up, clutching the handle of the cat basket and lifting it off the floor.

“Doctor Anderson?” He tried to play it off as if he wasn’t reading his badge to remember his name.

“How have you been?” The doctor asked him.

“I’ve been good, busy, but good,”

“How are you? How is your mom?”

Quackity tried to be polite, answering all the questions he had. But in reality, he didn’t care about catching up with his vet, especially after waiting an hour of waiting just to even be spoken to while his cat sat miserably in his basket. It had entirely ruined his mood. He just wanted to know what was wrong with his cat.

He was relieved when Doctor Anderson finally ushered him into the room.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The other guy looked you, not in a weird way, but just to curious to who you were. You offered him a kind smile, and when you started to think wasnt going to, he returned it. Doctor Anderson watched the interaction from across the room.

“This is [Y/N],” he introduced, putting a gentle hand behind your back. “They’ve been shadowing me for the last 2 months, today is their final day,”

Quackity nodded, glancing towards you again, but less soft. Your smile dropped. You started to assume he wasn’t in a good mood today, especially since he probably had a sick animal with you. So, you resorted to standing in the corner of the room, just to observe.

“So then, how can I help you?” The doctor asked him

“I don’t know,” You watched him as he distressedly pushed his hair away, alongside fiddling and adjusting his beanie anxiously. “Tiger just hasn’t been eating lately and it’s been worrying me,”

Doctor Anderson opened up the basket and took out a small tabby cat who you now knew was named ‘Tiger’. Your heart awed at the cat, you loved cats. I mean, you loved animals in general, which was the reason you wanted to help them.

You watched as he started to check the cat, feeling his fur and his body for any irregularities. His face was fully focused, eyebrows furrowing. You could tell the owner was nervous since he was rubbing the seam of his shirt aggressively between his finger and thumb.

“Has Tiger ever-“

The door suddenly swung open with a loud creak. All your heads snapped towards the entrance, another doctor stood there, her face a little sweaty and she was huffing, completely out of breath

“Doctor- we need you please, it’s urgent,” She stated.

The doctor looked at you, and then looked at the cat, and then looked back at you. You felt yourself freeze in fear. You knew what he was asking, and you frantically shook your head, pleading with your eyes that he didn’t leave you alone.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispered, before taking off and dashing out the room,‘following the tinder woman. He accidentally slammed the door a little hard that the noise startled Tiger. He let out a small and scared meow.

You pursed your lips, looking down sympathetically at the cat. You then looked at his owner, he was giving you a blank, expressionless stare, his brown eyes told you he was a mixture of tired, irritated but concerned. You wondered how long he’d been waiting.

Quackity was nervous around pretty people, he was far from confident. After the way you smiled at him, he felt himself heat up. He’d be lying he if he said he didn’t find you cute.

If you weren’t in such a formal environment, he’d be initiating some sort of casual conversation with you to start things going, if he even knew how to. But now, especially since he had a sick cat with him, wasn’t the ideal situation. Your voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

“So,” you gnawed at your lip nervously. “He’s lost his appetite?

Quackity nodded slowly.

You hummed, observing her on the table. He was a cute little cat, his eyes were glossy and wide. You felt a pain in your chest at the poor thing. You had never been left alone with a patient before, so you were anxious to say the least.

“Has this ever happened before?” You asked

He shook his head. “Uh- no. No it hasn’t.”

You stroked her, he immediately nuzzled into your palm. You and him both locked eyes at the adorable moment.

“He’s cute,” You stated.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “He is.”

He picked up a mental note of your interaction with him. It was uncommon that Tiger relaxed at someone’s touch so easily, usually he would do that at-least within a week of knowing or playing with them. He was also quite aggressive, living up to his name.

“You don’t need to worry, you know, I’m sure he’s fine, the worst it could be is like- kidney disease or something,”

His eyes widened

“Not that it is!” You took back, wishing you could swallow your words back up again. “I didn’t mean it like that, I was just saying that he could-“

He raised an eyebrow at you, this time out of confusion of your rambling.

“I’ll stop talking now.” You muttered to yourself

You felt ridiculous, being so nervous. You couldn’t tell if it was from the pressure, or the fact he had a strong gaze on you.

“I’m going to check his teeth, if that’s okay?” You asked

Quackity stepped back abit from the table. “Yeah, yeah, of course, do whatever you need,”

You patted her head before positioning her so you could look at her mouth. You gently held her head and used your fingers carefully to pull her jaw open. It all looked pretty normal, until your eye fixated on one of her canines that were looking black at the root.

You sighed, observing it a little longer. You smiled, thankful that you found the problem. It was funny to you how this guy hadn’t even thought to check her mouth before-hand.

“Well, we’ve found the problem,” you said. Quackity stepped closer and watched to where you finger was pointing. “Just a bad tooth, it most likely hurts when he eats,”

You smiled at him reassuringly and he relaxed. His Tiger was going to be just fine

“So now what?” Quackity asked you, petting Tiger. He quietly purred

You ran your tongue at the seam of your lips. “I don’t know, I guess. I don’t think if it’s legally permissible for me to diagnose anything or 8 anything- I think,” you spoke awkwardly. “It’s better to just wait for the doctor to come back,”

He nodded again. The silence in the room was making it a little uncomfortable for the both of you, the only thing making it less... weird, was the cute little cat laying on the table.

“So, how long have you been shadowing him again?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, he was clearly just trying to make conversation with you to diffuse the awkwardness.

“For two months,” you answered. “Today is actually my last day.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, kind of disappointed actually, this experience has been quite nice. Now it’s back to textbooks and PowerPoint presentations, it’s like being stuck back in high school”

“I get that. Law school is just case after case and it can get boring sometimes,”

“Law school? Holy crap,” you said, before throwing a hand over your mouth, remembering he was still just a patient. “Sorry, excuse the language,”

He giggled nervously. “Don’t worry about about it,”

Conversation with him from then on was easy. It flowed quite smoothly, from talking about about school to other general things.

He liked the way you listened, Quackity knew that he waffled on about certain subjects a whole lot. But you seemed to actually be interested, your face lighting up every time. You found it sweet the way he talked so passionately about things, for a stranger, you were pretty intrigued.

You enjoyed his company for the next 30 minutes, still waiting for Doctor Anderson to come back after rushing out of the door. To be fair, It was nice to have conversation during the day that wasn’t with a fifty five year old man for once.

“But we have restaurants here like Chipotle, or Taco bell!” You exclaimed, now sitting beside him on one of the blue chairs.

“They’ve never been as good as the ones I’ve had in Mexico,” he told you.

“Well then I guess-“

Again. The noisy door swung open. Both your heads simultaneously turning towards it. The doctor walked back into the room, his hair was a little ruffled and messy. He came in as if he was looking for a certain something, and then his eyes landed on you.

“[Y/N]? What are you still doing here?” He questioned, looking at his watch. “It’s past four o’clock,”

You took out your phone from your back pocket. Damn, time really flew by and you didn’t even realise.

“We were just talking about Tiger, he’s got a bad tooth,” you said

The doctor smiled at you. “Good work, [Y/N]!” He said, pride overtaking his voice. “But it’s really time for you to go home. You can pack up your things now and relax! You’re finally finished!”

“Oh-,” you said, feeling the slightest bit disappointed as you looked at Quackity. “Thank you,”

You stood up and hesitantly slipped off the spare white lab coat, folding it up and placing it in on a nearby counter.

You looked at Quackity again, his eyes were almost saying ‘sorry’ for you having to leave.

Quackity watched you leave the room. His mood dropping straight away. He knew he wasn’t going to speak to you again after this.

The doctor started talking to him again, giving him advice for Tiger and how they would deal with the problem. However, the unfortunate problem was, his attention was focused on you. You know sometimes you talk to someone once and then for the rest of the year you constantly think about that interaction? Yeah, that’s how he was feeling. He had no idea why you had suddenly invaded all his thoughts.

Too bad you’d left without so much of a goodbye.

If only he built up the courage and asked for your number.

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sabbaticalmain · 3 years

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your new boyfriend | family dynamics

— a/n:

first chapter ! i hope you guys will enjoy this story :)

— taglist (open):

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staticwritesnever · 2 years

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POV: i’m in love with my (online) best friend

quackity imagines

warnings: swearing

a/n: so much love for my first post THANK YOU,, here’s some quackity content! hope u enjoy <3

two best friends who are so obviously in love with each other but are too afraid to admit it includes:

• you two being idiots; so in love and occupied trying to make sure the other person doesn’t realize how you feel that you don’t even notice they feel exactly the same

• literally,, the way you’re both so obviously into each other is so clear to everyone in the conversation BUT YOU TWO

• you’ve been teased many times by your friends in calls

• you and quackity will be teasing each other and someone makes a snide remark like “god, just make out already” and you guys shut up in embarrassment

• you and quackity would always be the first two and the last two in a discord call

• you guys have spent hours into the night watching movies, playing games, or just talking about the most random stuff

• the next day, you’re exhausted but it was worth being able to fall asleep with the last thing you heard being big q’s voice

• you both drink energy drinks… like, a lot

• he prefers monsters; you prefer redbull

• you always send each other stupid selfies with your energy drink of the day

• you have arguments about which is better

• “MONSTERS CAN LITERALLY KILL YOU— EACH MONSTER YOU DRINK TAKES OFF FIVE YEARS OF YOUR LIFE!”

• “AT LEAST ILL DIE KNOWING I DONT DRINK REDBULLS FLAVORED AFTER FUCKING DRAGONFRUIT”

• but later he send a picture of a flavored redbull identical to the one you sent

• when in a group call, you guys secretly text each other randomly during the call

• jokes, memes, and just random thoughts you have while streaming with a group of friends have been the cause of many accidental outbursts of laughter on stream

• even fans realize you’re in love

• ship edits/fanart/fanfiction always flood your social media pages

• and it doesn’t entirely bother you

• you like them… but it’s only because the creator put time and effort into it and it’s great and they’re talented and it’s a work of art.., that’s why.

• people have even gone to the lengths of analyzing clips of streams featuring you two to prove you’re secretly dating

• “this is part one of many in a series of tiktoks im calling ‘there’s no way in hell quackity and y/n aren’t dating and i’ll prove it to you’”

• during media share streams,, dino’s have a FIELD DAY sending edits and joke videos of you too

• “fuck romeo and juliet, i want what these bitches have… quackity & y/n”

• you two have streamed so many fanfiction reading sessions,, it’s not even funny anymore

• however… at the end of the day, you and quackity aren’t dating - you haven’t even met in real life - so how could you be dating?

• it’s not like you can just MOVE to california and meet him and start an epic love story… right?

part two soon?

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imagines-babes · 1 year

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Could I request q!quackity x reader where the reader likes giving him gifts?

Thank you for the request. And yes I can write about this. It isn’t the best but I hope you enjoy. Leave me some more idea oky that’s all bye

Fall in Love with You. (Q!quackity)

Thank you for 64 followers Song: Fall in Love with You.- Montell Fish

Quackity Masterlist

At the beginning of the island, everyone started to build their place and value. Value meaning diamonds, gold, netherite ingots, and many other things I can’t remember. But someone instead of finding them he likes to take them. Or if he is bored he would actually look for them. That was never the chance. I didn’t mind if he takes from me. Or anything mine. From Jaiden's perspective, I’m only allowing him to do it because of my feelings for him. Look he’s a nice guy and he’s cute. I mean I would date him. I just- I just never got to talk to him. So how can I like him if we never spoke to each other? Tonight I’m planning to change it. After everyone is off on an adventure with their egg. I’m going to leave a chest for him. Will I put who it’s from? No. It’s gonna be more of a secret admirer type thing.

The night came walking to his house with a torch in my hand. Hearing some friends by the school. If I wanted it to be kept a secret who was giving him the items. I would have to wait till they left the school. Stopping to have a quick chat. In minutes that passed, the kids were getting tired. They started to teleport home. Continue my walk, lighting up some of the darkness. Making it up the stairs seeing no one inside. Quickly making a chest from my backpack. Placing a few blocks from the door. Getting a few things to place inside. The items were 2 diamonds block, 6 iron blocks, 4 golden apples, 1 enchanted apple, and 1 blue backpack for him. Finding a book with writing inside as I place it inside the chest. With that, you left hoping he would like it. Was I scared to put my name? yes.

Next day, planning to visit Jadien to tell them what I did the next day. When visiting Jaiden they told Roier and Bobby about my crush on quackity. So now I had to tell all three of them about the gift I have left for quackity. ‘Well did you at least put your name saying you gave it to him,’ Jaiden asked. With me shaking my head then looked to the side to see quackity coming over with the backpack that I gave him. Exchanging a quick hello with us. ‘¿Roier Has estado en mi casa últimamente?’ Quackity started to question as I glanced at my phone seeing the translation pop up, ‘Roier have you been to my house lately?’ Jaiden bumped my shoulder, for me to tell him how I was there last night, but I didn’t have the guts to tell him yet. Looking over to Jadien shaking my head for a no. ‘Porque qué pasa?’ Roier replied, why what happened? He looked at me then at quackity. ‘Bueno, estoy tratando de averiguar quién visitó mi casa y me dejó un regalo para poder agradecerles.’ ‘Well, I'm trying to find out who visited my house and left me a gift so I can thank them.’ Quackity stares at him and then at me as I give a smile. Replying with a smile. I started to slip away from the conversation between them.

Many nights after that day, my gifts kept on going rearranging anything. From small conversations, he had with others. His stuff getting lost. Upgrading tool with enchants. He still hasn’t found out who was giving these things as a thank you. He never asked me. Honestly don’t blame him we only exchange heys. Every time, I went to leave more gifts, he never broke the chest. Always leave it in the same spot. It was a small gesture. It made me smile.

Tonight I was going back to his house while he was out drinking. Putting in some other gifts inside the chest. With enchanted tools, a stack of avocado toast, and another sign with the same words as yesterday. Noticing a light in the distance. Rushing to the stairs finding something to let me get invisible but I had nothing. So hiding on the side of the stairs. Hearing him opening his chest. Noticing a crack in the floor. Squat down looking up at him. He starts to look inside giving a smile. Putting something inside. Then he goes inside locking his doors. Standing up to start going to the chest grabbing a book with a flower.

Opening the door to my house. Finding my dog, rue, heading inside my room. Opening my back to bring out the dandelion and the sign book.

‘ So I know I don’t know who you are. But I do know you live around here. It isn’t much but I do know that. I’m writing this because I want to say thank you. I appreciate you giving me things. So as a thank you. I hope this dandelion fits you well. Hope to find you and thank you in person. -Quackity’

Closing the book, it made me blush. Heading at the window facing where he lives. Smiling like an idiot in love with someone not know me at all. I held the dandelion close to me. Heading to sleep right after with the dandelion in a pot near my bed.

What y/n, didn’t know was that. When they were looking quackity was waiting for the person to grab the flower and book. He saw you. He never guess it was Yn but then again they would be the last person quackity thought would leave him a gift. He later on his back having the memory of them. Turning to the side to see the first book they left. ‘Hope you enjoy your gift. -secret admirer <3’ Reading it once more smiling at him.

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itsfeckinwimdy · 3 years

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Body Art - Soulmate Shorts

cc!Karlnapity x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them.

Letter: B = Body art (Doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin.)

Word Count: 129 words

Warnings: n/a

DSMP Masterlist / Soulmate Shorts Masterlist

Published: 20/08/2021

With having those three chaotic boys as their soulmates, it was no wonder that there would be random phrases and drawings littering their bodies all the time.

At the moment there was a contest to see who could draw a dick and it not go noticed for as long as possible. This has led to Y/n double-checking their body consistently throughout the day because there was no way they were going to let their soulmates win and embarrass them in front of others.

Once, they drew a dick on their forehead so that when Quackity did a live stream, chat would be spamming beanie and the young adult would refuse to move it thinking that chat wanted a hair reveal.

Let’s just say, they may have won that round.

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lavenderjacobs · 3 years

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!!this was a request! to the person who requested, im so sorry but i lost ur ask :((

summary: kissing alex on his nose. awe how cute. :P wc: 0,3K a/n: thank u so much for this request it was really cute :)) hope u enjoy <3

. you two were enjoying the sunset, sitting next to a tree on the edge of a meadow

. Alex, laying with his head rested in your lap while you played with his hair

. he looked so peaceful, soaking up the last rays of sun, which coloured his skin honey gold

. you could never get enough of looking at his face

. his eyes, which were beautiful even when closed, his hair that was so unbelievably soft and shiney, and each of his little moles and freckles, which looked as if someone had placed them all individually along his face.

. and then there was his nose, god that cute little button nose.

. without putting much thought into it, you bring your face down to his, pressing down a soft kiss on his nose.

. “what are you- NO HAHAHA STOP THAT” he says while opening his eyes

. you shoot him a warm smile while looking down at him.

. “you have the cutest nose ever babe, have I ever told you that?”

. he giggled and a vague blush appeared on his cheeks.

. “well- no” he sits up straight and pulls you up against his chest.

. you try getting in a few more kisses on his face, one on his cheek, another on his nose again, but before you can continue he traps you in a bear hug.

. “hey! I wasn’t done yet” you say, pouting.

. he laughs. “it tickles!! plus, it’s your turn now.” he says while getting a strand of hair out of your face, and he begins to scatter kisses all over your face and neck

. he was right, it does really tickle, but right as you were about to tell him to stop, he presses his lips against yours, keeping you from saying anything.

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technowoah · 3 years

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Cant Handle This

Quackity's facade keeps breaking, and he tries to keep the pieces together. You're the only one who can make him show his true self

- Quackity x gen neutral reader

- this is a long one yall.

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Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant)

Bo Burnham

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⚠︎ swearing, angst, mentions of mcyttwt, based on the song above, and ofc its not proofread

Part of my Inside Special!

Quackity sat in his chair currently streaming right now, he seemed like he was having a good time from your spot on his bed. You were currently laying on his bed after he invited you here to relax.

You two had laid in his bed just enjoying eachothers company until he got a call from Tommy saying he was ready for the lore stream which sent Alex into a frenzy. Alex sent out a quick "Im sorry" about the lateness of his stream and then quickly set everything up.

He then started to stream which left you alone on the the bed to your own devices. You were scrolling through Twitter looking at Alex's fans talk about what's happening on the stream and posting screenshots of his character and himself.

You admired him from afar as he ended the lore part of his stream, he took time to type on his phone to text you that he decided to stream longer to talk to his fans. He looked to you and you have him a nod with a smile and he gave one back.

"Hey guys! That's the end of the lore!" He exclaimed to his chat as he types at his computer setting a new background.

You continued to listen to him praise his chat for supporting him and making him be able to make those types of streams. You were always proud of Alex no matter what he did, you were always his number one supporter no matter what happened in reality or on the internet.

"So anyways! I wanted to talk to you guys! How are you all?" He smiled at his camera looking back and forth from his chat.

◇T0mm71nn1t: THE STREAM WAS SO GOOD QUACKITY

"Oh thank you! Im glad I could share this with you. It takes so much to put into these movite type streams, so I know now it is all worth it."

Quackity's pov. . .

He felt so overwhelmed, he shouldn't have began to stream again. The stress of putting everything together, plus being late to the stream made him rush into it more. He just wanted to lay back down with his lover who was enjoying watching him stream, and that's the goal he wants. His goal was to entertain, it was his job and he doesn't want to fail, he doesn't want to crack.

◇Mayatooni3: WE LOVE YOU QUACKITY

◇catiiequak: QUACKITY ITS MY BIRTHDAY CAN I GET A HAPPY BIRTHDAY??

◇yriaaolic: 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

"Happy Birthday!" He said seeing the comment pass in a second. "Happy Birthday to anyone who's Birthday it is today."

Right now it was hard. It was hard to keep up when there was always a constant demand, the constant need to be perfect, his past being brought up, and trying to one-up his content everytime. He loved this, but at the same time it had the same weight as a job.

In the back of his mind he knew the "When is Quackity streaming???" is mostly lighthearted, he never wants to leave.

"Quack are you okay? Im fine! Just thinking about how to get something to eat at 2am." He laughed lying to his fans, he wanted to stop this stream.

He kept looking over to his lover lying their head on his pillow scrolling through their phone and alternating their vision from him and their phone. He always caught a glimpse of their small smile everytime he looked. He was doing something right.

"Do yall think Taco Bell is open? The only problem I have is that Im fucking starving."

He paused for a moment taking a deep breath trying to keep his emotions down. The stress was getting to him, and he fucking knew it, but he didnt stop. He was going to get burnt out eventually and stop streaming and YouTube all together, but he needed this. He needed a break, he needed to take time for himself and stop putting on a happy face when he isnt.

TTS ◇pulixsaxe: "Did you see what was happening on Twitter quackity?"

"Wait what's happening on Twitter?" He asked with a weary laugh.

I can sit here and pretend like my biggest problems are

Pringle cans, and burritos

The truth is, my biggest problem's you,

Your eyes widened as he mentioned Twitter. Truth be told he was trending because of his stream, yes, but also they brung up stuff from his past again in the wake of another content creator's past or present being brought up. You hadn't paid attention to that, you were only getting fueled up from Twitter bringing up an issue that he already had addressed.

Tempted to speak and tell him its fine, he already spoke up before you.

"I bet it's fine! I dont wanna... I don't need to look." He said with a smile. He always had that smile on.

Either it was a full smile or a half smile. It never left his face and it comforted you somehow. Maybe it was that you were his significant other, but you always wondered if anyone saw the same things as you. The things like his smile that never left his face.

"Yeah! I dont need to look at that." He waved his hand dismissing the comment away. He then sighed letting his shoulders relax as you saw his smile fade and his eyes close for a second and immediately put that small smile back on his face while his eyes were glossy, but bright.

He needed to end this stream soon. You saw his face fall then in a split second come back to life except his eyes were glossy with tears. You wondered if anyone else noticed.

"I want to please you

But I want to stay true to myself

I want to give you the night out that you deserve"

His eyes tearful as he tried to blink them away trying to not make a scene.

"Sorry! Allergies ugh!" He said as he wiped his tears away claiming them as allergies.

"Are you crying? No! Im not a pussy!" He yelled at his chat in a joking manner.

He was crying and he felt weak. He felt emotionally weak, and weak as in not strong, he didn't feel strong and his lover who was sitting on his bed with a concerned look on their face always told him that it's okay to feel weak. The only meaningful thing is how you pick yourself up, they always told him, bur now he felt at rock bottom.

He wanted to give his fans "himself", the goofy, lovable, loud, quick-witted, Quackity. But then again his lover always told him to separate Quackity from Alex. He wanted to give himself to his audience, he wanted to be authentic and share himself, but he cant. Alex isn't all laughs, he is serious, calmer, and when he gets on the screen is when he lets it all out then goes back to his more calmer self. That's not what they want.

"But I want to say what I think

And not care what you think about it"

Giving himself meant dialing back, he wants to tell how hes actually feeling, he wants to say what he thinks about Twitter, what he thinks about certain friends, about his fanbase, and then leave it alone. He wanted to delete social media and then speak his mind without knowing what anyone is saying about it. It was paradise to him, but of course it cant be that way and that's what he hates. He feels like a actor when he really wants to be himself.

"A part of me loves you,"

Alex loved his fanbase, he had such a supportive fanbase that loved his content. Some of them did atleast he didn't fully know, but they gave him the courage to do this time and time again knowing that his content is at least taking them from the harsh reality of real life for a few minutes or hours. This was the reason he did this, for them.

Alex would never admit this but they boosted his ego too, it would for anyone. The fact that there were people who wanted and enjoyed content from him made him feel good about himself.

"part of me hates you"

He hated the contant criticisms, he hates that they feed his ego so much that it makes him want to stream more to feel good about himself and to make people get away for awhile. Alex knew inside of his heart he couldn't truly hate his fanbase, they gave him everything he ever wanted. He hates them for that and that's such a scary thing. He never fails to wonder if he did the things to deserve all the love and hate he gets.

"Part of me needs you,"

They feed his ego, they make him want to go above and beyond. Alex knows that his fanbase is the reason he is here in this chair infront of three expensive monitors. He knows that this is some sort of a job that he needed. He needed the push to keep going and that was them, it was the 200k people watching his stream watching him answer questions about him and

"part of me fears you"

He was fearful of loosing himself to them. Loosing his authenticity to them was something he feared. He didnt want his funny, loud persona to consume him and make him forget about Alex instead of Quackity. He fears what they think as well, he claims he doesnt care, but he does he wants to please them. It feels like two parts of his brain fighting about if he should care or not.

"And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

The text-to-speech bot continued to speak out people's comments that theu paid for while he sat there quietly. He bit his bottom lip trying to not break down infront of everyone he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong.

If he looked up at the camera everyone would see his tears, they would see him breaking.

He played it off as he brough his shirt up to wipe the tears away, claiming it as sweat.

"Im good! Im sorry I spaced out for a second." He shook his head.

He saw you look at him with that same concerned look on your face. As he switched his gaze between you and his computer, he felt his tears come back again.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"Alex." You tried to get his attention.

"Yeah guys Im fine!"

"Alex"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I have plans later for another lore stream, so Ill start doing that later tonight."

"ALEX!" You yelled and his head turned around to face you.

"What?" He laughed, biting his lip again.

You couldn't stop him doing this, you could try to course him into going to bed, but right now you couldn't find the words. You just stared at him while he looked at you with a somber smile trying to tell you that he was okay.

He felt his mind telling himself that he need to rest. He wouldnt allow himself to and thats why he was breaking down.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

Alex was blinking rapidly trying to keep his breathing and tears at bay while he answered his fans.

"My allergies are fine! And I drank water today."

◇moonchild21: WE LOVE YOU

◇sopusand: Why do you look like that?

◇wuackityoo: are you crying??

"Crying is for the weak! I am a strong manly man! Im crying cause I noticed how alpha I am!" He tried to play it off as a "Im a man" joke but you could see right through it.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

You had sent a quick text to Alex which told him to end the stream for his own mental health, but he left the message unread. He began sniffing and the wiping his eyes again. It was a wreck and you couldn't seem to stop it without literally dragging him out of his chair.

Meanwhile the screens were getting to Alex. Alex's eyes were getting tired of the bright screens and the rapid messages that popped up on the screen overwhelmed him for what it seemed like the first time ever in his strraming career. He wanted to give them the fun night they deserved and wanted, but he knows it's getting hard to. He dosent know how long he can keep this up.

As Alex kept joking around about his eyes and physical state the chat was filled with "LMAO" and "HAHAHA" which fuled him more and then at the same time makes him want to stop.

Look at them, they're just staring at me, like

"Come and watch the skinny kid with a

Steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts

To give you what he cannot give himself"

He cannot give himself the luxury of happiness. As he went on with his career it became more and more like a chore, there was mostly down days and of course there were up days, but recently Alex gave his fans the happiness and laughes they wanted while when he turned off the camera he couldn't replicate that same energy as he had before.

It messed him up, he felt himself become separated from his streaming. He wasn't being himself anymore he was being Quackity and that became more apparent as the days passed. He wanted to be himself on camera and at first thats what he thought he was doing. He was himself then it turned into a persona.

Alex wasn't okay and he he needed to take a break from the internet for a while, but he tries to act like he dosent have a dilemma going on inside of his head everytime he sits in this seat. Its for the fans.

"Think that I can handle this right-

I don't think that I can handle this right-

They don't even know the half of this right-

They don't even know the half of it"

"Alex you need to end the stream. Please?"

He looked towards you again where you moved your position from the middle of the bed to sitting up on the end of the bed.

"Ive told you millions of times." He paused for a moment looking down at his lap before looking back up to you. "Im-Im okay." He nodded trying to convince you.

"But I know I'm not a doctor, I'm a pussy, I put on a silly show

I should probably just shut up and do my job, so here I go"

"Cant you belive them!" He laughed to his camera. You scoffed at his comment but still kept an eye on him as he talked.

You didnt need to baby him at all, but right now you were worried about your lover.

Alex continued talking and talking, which you drowned out. You were focused on his face and how he faltered time to time just showing a small frown.

He laughed and showed them a good time even though he was hurting. He kept going and going and you were convinced he was going to hold out until you heard him sniff multiple times while trying to make a joke about the new Minecraft update and how the glow squid has no use.

"Stupid ass squid! Why- why? Its no use expect for glowing ink. Who voted for that!?"

You can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme

And if they still don't understand you, then you run it one more time

"Dumbass squid!" He pulled up a picture if the squid as he yelled at it.

You began to worry even more as you saw tears running down his face. He quickly tried to wipe them away, but he knew everyone saw.

Handle this right

You don't even know the half of this right now

Right now (Haa!)

Now

Handle this right

I'll handle this right, I handle this right now

Alex leaned back in his seat and had a blank stare towards the monitor. Looked down for a second and then you heard sobbing coming from his spot. Alex had his head in his hands and was crying harshly into them.

He had finally broken, he couldn't stop the tears from coming and the loud sobs that came from his mouth. He was trying to desperately breathe in to be able to sob, but ended up hiccuping while doing so.

Your eyes widened as you rushed to him resting your hand on his knees and you kneeling infront of him.

"I cant do fu-fucking anything!" He yelled into his hands.

"Hey! I know. Its okay." You tried to console him.

"Its not I try so hard! And I-"

You cut him off. "You are a hard worker Alex and you deserve a week or two off. Take care of you self babe." You stood up bringing his hand with you and trying to make him stand up. He followed your movements and stood up with you putting his head on your shoulder crying into it.

"I just ca-cant right now!"

"You dont have to do anything right now babe."

"Im sorry!" Alex sobbed.

"Dont be." You said bluntly trying to get your lover to calm down.

You rubbed his back soothingly as he sniffled into your shoulder. "Im sorry for ruining your shirt." He tried to laugh through his tears.

"Dont be sorry! Please. You just need rest okay?" You kissed his forehead and he nodded in response.

Alex raised his head up an started to pepper kisses all over your face as you laughed. He gave you one last peck on the lips as he walked away to quickly change into night clothes. You smiled as he laid underneath the covers and continued to softly cry into his sheets. At least he was in bed and not makijg himself even worse.

He couldn't stop the tears from flowing, it was like a flood that could only be stopped with time. He felt like a boulder was lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced with smaller rocks. The smaller rocks was the guilt he held. He felt guilty of making his lover worry about him, he didnt want you to worry.

You rushed over to his desk and turned off the stream and his computers not even bothering to give them a goodnight or goodbye. After the computer lights were turned off it was quite dark in the room except for small light.

Finally you were where you wanted to be all day, in bed with Alex. But this wasnt the predicament you wanted.

"Forgive me. I just cant do shit right can I?" His eyes were still full of tears and he was getting tired.

"Alex dont listen to anyone but yourself." You tried to console him.

"That's what I'm telling myself."

Silence filled the room as you looked at him through tearful eyes of your own.

"Alex, you're so amazing and I cant even tell you how much I appreciate you, and how much you change my life. You do so much shit right its scary sometimes. Some days I think you're perfect, but there's-"

"There's no such thing as perfect." Alex finished your sentence.

"Exactly! Even the best people have their downfalls, they just dont show it. And Alex I know you struggle with that! All I can say is that I love you for you." You finished.

"Can I talk to you about my dilemmas?" He tried to laugh again.

"Tomorrow we can talk. We both need the rest." You said to him as he closed his eyes and nodded in response. He gave you a kiss on you lips before laying back down to sleep.

"Thank you."

"Thank you

Good night

I hope you're happy"

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wldflvrs · 2 years

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BABY I’M PERFECT (FOR YOU), quackity

a cc!quackity x reader oneshot

- ', ꒱ PROMPT, “A sleepover? What are you, eight years old?” “Just let me in” in bold.

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which you finally find the person who fits your life perfectly.

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, mentions of cheating and breaking up, one small allusion to smut but is overall still sfw, use of quackity’s real name, fluff, minor swearing, hurt/comfort essentially, story told from second person pov. (2,821 words)

- ', ꒱ INSPIRED BY, perfect by one direction (a bit, or at least the title is)

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, for @ohworm-writes’ one year/1k followers writing event

It was tough juggling your personal life with school and content creation sitting heavily across your shoulders. You were constantly stressed, drained and unmotivated regardless of the countless deadlines demanding all of your time and energy and while you thought you had found a balance for the three, it appears like your partner had felt otherwise. What other reason was there for you to walk in on your (now ex-) partner and a stranger making out? And on your own couch as well!

Had things just ended smoothly (or as smoothly as possible given the circumstances) then perhaps you wouldn’t still be in bed considering your regrets’ temptations and be on the road of getting over them but life never seemed to make things simple for you. Because instead of just admitting that they cheated on you like any decent person would, you had you watch that night as the person you had welcomed into your home and heart looked you in the face and blamed you for all of it. And probably the worst part of it all, aside from walking in on that, was that it was all done in the middle of your living room where a stranger now laid disheveled and breathless on your couch, listening to all the excuses your partner could come up with spew out of their mouth effortlessly.

What better way was there to spend a Thursday night than be completely humiliated in front of a stranger in the comfort of your own home? And what even better way to spend the next few weeks locked up in your home leading your classmates and friends to start worrying about you?

Isn’t that just a great way to spend your time?

You just wanted to be alone for a while. But you weren’t. They’ve lived here with you here and have left their mark on nearly everything but you didn’t understand how you still managed to not feel alone. For once that was all you wanted, but the ghost of them seems to be lingering in everything you cast your eyes on. And so in the comfort of your home, where the urge to destroy and replace every single surface they’ve even looked at was growing with every passing day, you slowly got rid of everything. Due to your state however, what this ended up becoming was you slowly moving to sleep on the floor surrounded by hundreds of blankets to cushion you while the rest of your apartment became a mess of stuff you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of just yet.

It wasn’t your fault that everything reminded you of them. The bed held too many memories for your comfort while your office was too happy of a place for you to enter without it feeling wrong and the couch…well the couch, was enough of an issue in itself. This ultimately left you with the floor—a slightly uncomfortable option but nothing the absurd amount of extra blankets you kept in the closet couldn’t solve.

Setting up a makeshift fort of some sort to hopefully cheer you up, you created what would be your place of residence for the following days. It turned out better than you expected and even if the ground got a bit too hard for comfort at times, it was better than the bed. Or the couch.

It would have been easy to just stay in your pile of blankets on the ground for days to come but it appeared that everything you expected was never coming true because on the kitchen island laid your phone which had not stopped going off with notifications since you decided to ignore it. Or rather, try to ignore it. Ignoring the sound your phone made whenever a notification caused it to vibrate was not an easy feat and obviously one you were not going to.

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself before getting up and heading over to where you last left your phone. If you knew you were going to be getting this many notifications you would’ve just powered off your phone rather than putting it on silent.

As you grabbed the phone, a feeling of disappointment washed over you followed by hatred when you realized that you had expected at least one of the notifications to have come from your ex, but to your disappointment, it was anyone but them, namely Quackity (or Alex as you called him).

He was one of the first content creator’s you remembered getting a notice from when you raided him after a stream. You were barely averaging 500 viewers at the time and had someone tell you that night that simply sending him a raid would eventually lead to him becoming one of your best-friends a couple of weeks later, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to stop being ridiculous. But somehow, for some odd reason, it was your reality and he became the first person you would tell everything to. He was the one who accompanied you whenever you were staying up late for a project or school assignment and he was also the one who made sure you ate and took care of yourself when all your mind seemed to be able to focus on was finishing everything you had due. He was always the one who took whatever actions were needed to make sure that you were alright, and so that’s why he was yet again here, blowing up your phone in hopes of getting through to you.

Scrolling through the notification centre of your phone, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you were surprised nearly all of the notifications you could see were all from him. Hundreds of missed calls along with texts all sent from a variety of platforms—including your email for some reason—announced that he has been trying to get a hold of you for a while but to no avail. A wave of guilt washed over you as you read the most recent text from him which read: how about a movie night? you don’t need to talk to me or anything, i just want to help.

The other messages were all asking how you were, whether you’d like to call–to cry, talk, or scream, etc–and occasionally cracking jokes in hopes of lighting the mood only to be talking to himself it seemed. You pressed your lips into a line, contemplating what to do before unlocking your phone and scrolling through your contacts before finding the one that was his. Tapping on the FaceTime button, you were shocked to find that the call was answered not even two rings later.

“Oh thank fuck you’re still alive!” Alex let out a breath of relief as he placed a hand on his chest as if to calm his heart. You didn’t notice the smile that the action brought to your lips but he did and he mirrored the action happily.

You did, however, notice that there was an echo to his voice and that his background looked awfully familiar though you couldn’t quite understand why. You were going to ask him where he was but he quickly beat you to it.

“Is that a fort? What-and are you on the ground?” He had brought the phone closer to his face, leaving only his eye for you to see as he tried to get a better lock at your background. “I see we’ve regressed back to the age of cavemen then”

You rolled your eyes as you moved your phone so that he could see the makeshift fort you had created. Alex looked like a child in a candy shop as he brought the phone back up to his face again.

“You’re like a grandpa.” You scoffed at his antics. He pulled his face back so that it wasn’t just his eye you saw before sticking out his tongue and pulling the phone back to an uncomfortably close distance from his face.

“So when were you going to invite me for a sleepover in that amazing fort you’ve built?” He asked in a hushed voice followed by the sounds of footsteps. Was he out somewhere?

“Where are you?” You asked, watching as he kept the phone nearly glued to his face while he continued walking, promptly ignoring your question. “Alex!”

“What? First you don’t invite me to your sleepover and now you’re yelling at me?” His words had a joking tone you didn’t realize you had missed until you found yourself smiling at his response.

“A sleepover? What are you, eight years old?”

Pulling the phone a bit away from his face to show his pouting expression, he rolled his eyes before looking up and straight ahead of him. He still hasn't answered your question of where he was but it seems like he wasn’t going to be answering it anytime soon. “Just let me in you grumpy bitch.”

“Yeah let me just open the door for you to come in.” You replied sarcastically, not quite understanding where this bit was going. For him to get here it would take a plane and time, it wasn’t like he could just hop onto one right now and show up at your doorstep a few hours later like nothing. Even he was juggling the same things as you so time was a luxury you’ve yet to discover for yourselves.

“Please do.” He said before a knocking sound came from not only his end of the call, but from your front door too. You glanced down at your phone to see a smirk on his face just before the call ended, leaving you very confused and staring at the door like an idiot.

Another knock came at the door and very tentatively, you walked towards it.

“Holy shit.” The words left your lips quicker than you could process anything. Quickly moving to the locks, you fumbled with the excessive locks–or excessive in that moment–before swinging the front door open where a man in a beanie stood with a smile which was quickly buried in your hair as you lunged forward to him, pulling him into a hug he happily reciprocated.

“Hey.” He said in his usual happy tone. You responded by hugging him tighter and he laughed but held you closer, bringing a hand up to hold your head while you both stood there.

For the next few minutes, the only sound you could hear were each other's heartbeats, breath and the distant sound of the television from inside your unit. Alex didn’t dare break the silence or hug until you did.

“How?” Was all you could manage to say as the shock from his surprise appearance continued to register in your mind.

“Well I suggested a movie night and whether you read it or not, we are going to be having it. I can order some food and drinks while you pick the movie.” He replied as he walked inside your open door to set up his laptop. “And you even set up a fort! See? Everything’s going perfectly already.”

And perfectly that night went. Alex had ordered a variety of all your favourite foods and drinks while you took your time deciding between two movies to watch for that night. And just like his text, you didn’t have to talk and even if you wanted to, it didn’t have to be about them. He didn’t pressure you into talking about it and if a topic was unintentionally even the slightest bit alluding to that situation, he’d switch to another immediately. Aside from the amount of time you had, there wasn’t a thing you would change about that weekend.

And when Monday morning came and you woke up to the smell of waffles and sight of his bags all packed up and ready to go, you couldn’t help the somber feeling that filled your chest. You didn’t want him to leave.

“Good Morning sleepyhead.” You heard him call from the kitchen where a flimsy chefs hat sat on top of his beanie which he refused to take off.

You tried to give him a genuine smile but all that came was a small smile which barely even reached your eyes. “You’re leaving today.”

A sigh came from the kitchen and you heard him place the plate of fresh waffles down before walking over to the makeshift bed/fort you’ve slept on the past few nights. He sat down in front of you, legs crossed as he looked at you with an equally somber expression. “I don’t want to leave you, but I have some stuff to do back home. It’ll be another three weeks or so before I’ll be able to come back.”

You understood that he was busy. It would be selfish to ask him to stay for longer knowing some of the meetings he has to attend were once in a lifetime opportunities but you couldn’t help but hope there was some way to extend the time you could be together. Even if for just another day.

“Can’t you stay for another day?”

Alex sighed. “I wish I could, but I don’t have to leave for the airport until 8 so we still have lots of time. Now hurry and go freshen up, the waffles are getting cold.”

Fighting the smile that began to grow, you shooed him away shortly after he had helped you get up from the ground before heading to the bathroom. You could hear Alex continue with the remaining batch of waffle batter in the kitchen as you hopped into the shower.

There was little you could do about how much more time he could spend with you but perhaps there was another way you could go about solving this.

“Hey,” He greeted when he saw you head over to the table which was already set and awaiting its guests.

You took your seat and watched as Alex put the last of the dirty dishes into your dishwasher before turning it on and joining you at the table where you had already filled both your plates with waffles. He thanked you as he took his seat, a smile overtaking his features to show his gratitude before the two of you dug into the meal before you.

It was a particularly quiet morning that day with the comfort and warmth of sleep still in your minds as you indulged in the delicious food before you. There wasn’t need for conversation, not yet at least, but you couldn’t seem to contain yourself as you blurted out, “What if I go back with you?”

Alex was mid-bite with his waffle when you suggested that. He looked at you wide eyed before tilting his head to the side as if to contemplate the idea, the fork still held up before his mouth as he did so.

“Don’t,” He cut himself off by quickly chewing the piece he had on his fork, seeming to have forgotten that the fork was still in his mouth when you first asked the question. “Don’t you have class to attend here? And meetings? I remember you saying you’re meeting with some merc companies later this week after you finish finals.”

You nodded and Alex furrowed his eyebrows.

“Then how would that work? I- don’t get me wrong I’d love to have you come with me but I really don’t want you to have to cancel or miss things that are important here.”

“I’m free next week for a short bit,” You started as you took another bite. “I have meetings scattered throughout this week and my last exam is on Thursday. I can be on a flight to you by Friday.”

Alex seemed to pause, considering it thoroughly before nodding. “That could work, as long as you’re sure this isn’t going to just drain you even more then I’m down with that.”

And while you had promised you wouldn’t go if you were too exhausted, the thought of finally being with him again seemed to make you forget all of your tiredness as you pushed through the most stressful and mentally exhausting two weeks you could remember. A week of meetings followed by another week of exams should have been enough to keep you bedridden for the rest of the month to recharge but after your last final, there was only one thing on your mind, and that was finally seeing him again.

A smile grew on your face as you checked your bags for any missing things before heading out the door and to your Uber waiting for you outside. In just a few hours from now, you’d be reunited with him once again and while time was a luxury the two of you could barely seem to afford, you made it work. Through little messages throughout the day and late night calls expanding into the early hours of morning, time never seemed so much more rich.

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