#quackity angst
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shr00mr4t · 7 days ago
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Time to post this here :'>
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kirarisoul · 8 months ago
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my ‘boyfriend’
quackity x reader
summary: you think your father will disapprove of your boyfriend, alex. so, he comes up with a plan.
i was thinking of 2019/18 alex while writing this! enjoy 😙
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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESN’T LIKE ME?!” is screamed through the phone by your boyfriend, making you pull it away from your ear, to prevent yourself from losing hearing.
“I don’t know.. he just.. isn’t.. fond of you?”
“but why? i’m so cute and handsome and sexy!”
“I think it’d be weirder if my dad thought you were sexy, babe.”
you hear him huff into the other side of the phone and know that’s your cue to comfort him.
“he’ll come around eventually, alex! he’s not gonna stop me from seeing you!”
“i know, i know, but.. how did he even form this horrible preconception of me?” he says, dramatically. you can practically see him with his hand over his heart in mock despair.
“well, i thought i’d ease him into it, and i put a stream of yours on the tv, it was that one, where you looked all cute with your little hat and thanos toy an-“
“yeah, yeah, i know what one you’re talking about.” you can hear the happy smile in his voice from your description of him.
“anyways, he didn’t have very good feelings towards you. he said you were loud and that streaming isn’t a proper job.. i didn’t even tell him i knew you yet.” you sigh into the phone.
“it is a job!? tell him i’m gonna go to law school as well!”
“i did tell him! he just.. couldn’t look past the streaming i guess. and he still doesn’t know we’re dating.”
“then tell him! you can’t hide me forever, baby.” he says smugly.
“yeah i will but.. he wants you to come for dinner. tonight. and if he sees it’s you i dunno what he’ll do! he has a temper, y’know.”
“hm.. wait.. i have an idea..” he says.
“what?”
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“so, you’re my daughters boyfriend?” your dad asks one of the two boys waiting outside the door of your house, looming over them.
“y-yes sir..” the boy next to alex says.
“and you are?” your dad turns to alex.
“his friend.” alex smiles.
“alright.. why are you here?”
“..moral support?” alex says, pulling on his sleeves nervously.
a pause.
“oh, come in, come in, boys!” your mom says from behind your father.
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the silence at the dinner table is deafening. it’s your father at the head of the table, your mother on his left, and your ‘boyfriend’ on his right. next to your ‘boyfriend’ is alex, your boyfriend.
you lean in.
“this is your plan?” you whisper yell into alex’s ear.
“babe, trust me, it’ll work.”
“who the fuck is that?!”
“it’s my friend, lucas. he’s interning at a hospital, and he’s top of the class in every subject, your dad’ll love him.”
“okay, he’s not my boyfriend though! you are! he’s gonna find out soon enough.”
“just relax. i just wanna see how your dad really is before i show who i really am!”
“you’re gonna reveal yourself at this dinner? are you crazy? he’ll hate you even more!”
“it’s okay! it’ll go good, im charming, he’ll come around eventually.”
a kick from under the table shakes it, making the water in the jug ripple.
“ow!” alex whispers.
“you’re stupid. this is stupid.”
“hey i-!”
as everyone on the table watches silently at this whisper argument, your mom speaks up.
“let’s eat, shall we?” she says with a smile and your father uncrosses his arms and picks up his fork.
“so,” your father starts. “what’s your name?” he says to who he thinks is your boyfriend.
“lucas. sir. it’s lucas.”
“okay, lucas, do you have a job for the summer?”
“i-i have an internship. sir. in a hospital. the lab. in the hospital.” he says, in short sentences as if he’s trying to convince himself about the internship as well.
“okay.. and how are your grades?”
“good. sir.”
“alright. what are your future plans. how will you support my daughter? not that i expect this to last.”
“dad!” you slam your fork down.
“i-i wanna be a doctor. sir.” lucas says, his voice shaking.
“a doctor, that’s amazing!” your mom exclaims, sensing lucas’ nervousness.
lucas nods and smiles.
“you know, she was showing me this guy, around your age, that streams and makes videos online. i would never let my daughter date someone like that, with no future plans.” your dad laughs.
alex plays with his food.
you grip your fork.
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dinner goes on in a tension so thick you could pick up your knife and cut a hole in it.
you speak up. “babe, can you pass me the salt?”
two hands reach for the salt shaker. lucas freezes and alex, oblivious, passes you the salt and goes back to eating. you father puts his glass down.
“what was that.” your father waves his hand around to gesture to the scene that just unfolded in front of him.
“dad i-“
alex looks up slowly as he realises his mistake.
“alex is my boyfriend!” you blurt out. “not lucas. the guy i showed you online is alex. he makes videos and streams but he’s really smart! and h-“
your dad laughs, “who-whose idea was that?!” he says in between breaths.
“why are you laughing dad?! this is serious!!” you yell.
then lucas laughs, then your mom laughs, and finally, alex starts laughing.
“why are you guys laughing? stop laughing!” you stand up and your chair screeches.
alex grabs your hand. “babe- babe! sit down!” he takes a breathe in between laughs. “it’s fine!”
you cross your arms as everyone laughs die down.
“honey, it’s okay. if you love him, i think that’s all that matters.” your mom says.
you look at your mom and nod, “dad?”
“if you love him and he loves you. i don’t see a problem.” you dad says, smiling at you and then looking at alex.
“so you’re the boyfriend?” your dad says to alex, and leans forward, ready to do his interrogations all over again.
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httpseungmxn · 2 months ago
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Funtime No-time
Protector!Quackity X Security Guard!Female Reader
🍧 - angst/horror
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Authors Note: Hello my lovely Angels, I’m sure you’re all surprised to hear from me after being gone almost a month, hm? I went away on quite a bit of a hiatus due to my sister passing away the day before Halloween. I didn’t abandon you all, and I most definitely didn’t forget about this fnaf fic I promised you all! This isn’t a romantic fic at all, it will hold angst and horror, with hope near the end! Q’s face will not be revealed to reader at all, he is said to be faceless for reasons! I hope you guys can enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!<3
Warnings: Pure horror within bits, mentions of the hanging guards in the Sister Location game! Angst, reader comes to find out what happened to q while he was a guard there! And I think thats it!
Triggers: Blood, mentions of hanging, reader ends up with cuts and scratches from escaping Ennard, and a third degree burn from someone on her hand at the end!
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Your first day as a Security Guard at the sister location had gone shaky. Your second day was a little easier. By your third day you had learned your tasks, but things were getting strange. Your fourth day wasn’t easy like the previous day, it was stressful and had you rethinking your life decisions.
When you walked into the location on your fifth day, you could already feel something off. All the lights were on, which wasn’t a normal thing, and there were tools all over the vents. Listening into the handy helper voice, you heard them mention that two other men had been here doing repairs.
You wondered where they were now and why they left all these tools around. Surely they knew they’d get in trouble for leaving things behind….right?
Fear felt like a hot injection shooting through your veins as you checked the lights on the right side where funtime foxy usually resided.
Instead was the hanging shadow of a man, he wasn’t moving, and only then did you realize why the tools were left behind. You tried to dial up the owner of the location while checking the left side, and let out a startled gasp when you saw another hanging shadow.
They hadn’t just carelessly left their things there for you to pick up. They had been hunted and murdered. You didn’t know what to do. Your hands were shaking so bad that you were sure you’d lose grasp of the ringing phone in them. When the owner didn’t pick up on the fifth ring you decided to leave him a very panicked voicemail before calling 911.
Once 911 got here, they could power down the animatronics, check the cameras, and retrieve the two bodies. She wouldn’t be dragged into some sudden investigation.
Thoughts and plans running through her head as she turned to leave through the vent only to realize it had been shut. It must’ve been an emergency response, but how would the location have known there was an emergency.
You jumped almost ten feet in the air when a static, hoarse voice rang loudly through the intercom that your handy helper usually spoke through, “ Move quickly. Ballora gallery. “,
You did as the voice said slowly, cautious about listening to people but the voice sounded human enough for her to follow it. Ballora was nowhere in sight as you walked quietly through the gallery.
Something watched you silently from the shadows though. Ballora wasn’t there but the mess of wires was. Waiting to make its move.
When it saw you pull open a door, it was quick to stand in front of you, slamming the door shut and reaching for your body when wire fingers. Enjoying the loud cry of fear you let out as you quickly backed away.
Pain was the last thing you felt as you ran in the opposite direction, your arm was bleeding, you could feel the dribble of blood as you ran. You had seen photos of the animatronic named ennard, but assumed it had been trashed before you were hired in due to never actually seeing it.
Oh how wrong you were though. You could hear it following close behind but on the ceiling, crawling after you fast.
You wished this was just a bad dream that you could wake up from. Looking around for another exit in the darkness of the room. You couldn’t slow down and you couldn’t look behind you. It was right there, if you stopped it would snatch you up in a matter of mere seconds. “ go right. Fast. dont even think twice. “, there was that damn voice again.
You wondered if someone else were in there with you, maybe they were watching you on the cams and leading you to them so you could escape together.
Your questions were answered as you set sight on a door with the word “exit” above it in bright red lettering. Quickly pulling open the door, the thing was quick to grab onto your shirt from behind.
Pulling away from it with all your might, but not being able to do much due to the wired monsters strength. Watching a glowing blue human shamed hand come out of the brightness of the doorway in front of you.
You grabbed ahold of the hand without a second thought, feeling a strong burning sensation as you’re pulled through the doorway. The door is slammed shut behind you. Looking forward to see who the hand belonged to, but not actually seeing anyone.
You knew they were still there, just hidden by the bright lights that felt like they were burning away your sight. Suddenly finding your voice and calling out shakily to the person,
“ who are you..? Where are you? “. The person didn’t immediately answer your questions, and even when it did, it only answered one.
“ Alexis. “, you could hear movement and a door to the left opening to reveal the outside world where you could hear sirens coming near. A door on your right opened and closed.
Only now did you realize that the man who had been talking to you had gone back into the building. You wondered why but didn’t think twice on escaping out the doors. Looking back suddenly when a sudden heat singed your clothes, staring at the fire with wide eyes.
The cops pulled into the parking lot of the now burning location and rushed to you to ask what had happened. Your only reply was, “ he helped me escape. “. They assumed you were attacked by someone who broke in based on the cuts you had and that you got the burns from pushing open a burning door.
You were driven home in a cop car after the paramedics fixed you up. The cops told you to take a bath and get some rest after the long day you had, but that wasn’t at all what you did. You needed to find him. You needed to find the man…the thing that helped you escape.
It took you hours to find his identity. An article catching your eye that had a sub-title of, “New guard found dead in Fazbear Sister Location”. You assumed maybe this was a guard who had previously worked there and maybe died, thinking this could help you find your helper.
Thats when you saw it. A name at the start of the first paragraph of the article had your eyes widening and your hands shaking. The article wasn’t about just any guard who had died there before you. No it was a name that shook you to your absolute core. The name of the man who had saved your life. The name of the thing that had helped you escaped.
There was the name Alexis in big, bold, print. Your savior.
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Authors ending note; wow o wow, that was definitely something! I actually loved writing this, and it ended up being much longer than I planned, but I don’t mind! Maybe one day I’ll write a part two of this and you guys can find out more about what happened to Q! Next on my list for writing is part one of my l0ser=l♡ ver txt mini series which will consist of five parts, one for each member and based around their parts in the mv! After the first one I will probably continue with our streamer series and then part two of the txt series, and so on! Until next time, My Angels 🫶
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nikaizkool · 1 year ago
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i just KNOW quackity whimpers. and he’s so sensitive too, you could kiss him and he’d already be hard just from your touch
😀you got me tbinkjng 😍‼️
Him just UGHHH THE BRAINTOT TTOO
You two would just be making out and he’d just be whimpering and shit begging you to touch him 😍
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d0g-water · 2 months ago
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Idk if you do angst fics but
Imagine, the reader in a abusive relationship.
One day Alex, your long time friend, comes to the rescue and tries to comfort you as much ad possible when you realize how much Alex treated you better than your abusive boyfriend and you like Alex more 😭
hii anon i'm so sorry this is late, i scrapped this three times! i'm sorry if this didn't turn out how you wanted. my ideas never came out how i wanted them to... but i tried my best for you.
three years into this chaotic relationship, and your friend, alex, is asking you to break up with him.
you've heard that one many times, but only when you tell your friends his actions that really aren't that serious.
maybe some are pretty bad, like when one of your friends caught him clubbing with another girl... and when he neglected a hamster the two of you owned together.
and when he was messing with your ex-best friend... and when he threw a tantrum over a pregnancy scare...
the list goes on.
but you can't afford to be alone, he's all you have. nobody wants to be associated with you anymore... in their eyes, everything is your fault.
you've been betrayed so many times. you've been abandoned so many times... you don't know who to trust.
"alex... i can't just- y'know, leave." you tell him, because you really can't. you've been with him for almost three years, everything you've endured you were forced and taught to keep it all to yourself.
tears bead the corners of your eyes, blurring the sight of him in front of you. you don't see the guilty expression on his face anymore.
your lashes feel heavy once you blink, they stream down your cheeks when alexis grabs your hands, he's almost begging you-- "listen, i can help you. boyfriends aren't supposed to scare you or make you feel unsafe."
he's offering to help you. along with asking you to stay over at his house for a bit, anything. anything just to get you out of this situation...
you have no choice but to accept it. you're going to leave your boyfriend for alex.
you thought you were going to marry him and stay with this guy for the rest of your life, until alex came to help you.
you leave the dumpster-looking apartment you have with him for the first time, not looking back. you blocked your ex on everything. you entered your friend's arms, as he was there to let you know you're safe now. you don't have to deal with him ever again.
now, he did try to contact you a few times. as much as you wanted to reply, you didn't.
some nights, you didn't feel safe sleeping alone.
so... you shared a bed with alex.
it was awkward at the start, but gradually, you two became more and more comfortable. he held you tighter, closer, embraced you even.
there was a large wave of regret crashing into you. you never told your ex what he did wrong or how he felt. what if another girl has to deal with what you did?
alexis would hate for you to 'break no contact', you have to talk to him about this.
it was sundown, and he was just drawing random things in this book he was reading. you never understood why he did that, but you won't question.
nervousness hits you like a train, stepping quietly into his living room. since you're the only one living with him, he notices you almost instantly.
"hey, y/n, what is it?" his gentle voice asks you.
you almost compare how your ex always had such an angry or annoyed tone whenever he was around you-
"alex, should i tell him how horrible he is?"
the room goes silent.
you already feel dumb asking this, but it's something you really want to do. the way alex takes this seems like he doesn't really understand.
"why? he should know how shitty he is." he says,
ah. he really doesn't, then.
you take a seat next to him, trying to explain your side to him, "what if somebody else goes through what i went through? shouldn't i let him know how to properly treat somebody?"
...now, he's listening.
"if i keep being quiet... it's going to lead to more danger. for other girls." you mumble, turning your head away from him feeling a bit guilty, knowing that blood will be splattered onto your hands.
you were lucky enough to escape, because your long-term friend pleaded you to leave him and live normally.
"..well, if you want to, talk to him when i'm around."
you want to cry, he's such a good friend. at first, he was hesitant to even allow you to speak with someone that's caused so many problems for you..
he listened to your worries, and by just listening to you, it was enough to convince him that you should do everyone behind you a favor.
if he listens, understands, and treats so well as a friend...
how would it be as a boyfriend?
maybe you shouldn't think about things like that. he's just a friend.
a friend that treats you better than any boyfriend you could ever have...
damn, is the bar low? you feel like a princess with him from this type of treatment.
it's in these days you find yourself thinking about him.
he's pretty. his skin is decorated with moles on light-tan skin. his hair is the color of dark oak in a feathery texture. you felt his hair before, it was surprisingly softer than anything...
his lips are pink, chapped but still looking kissable.
you see yourself in the reflection of his eyes, they're the same ones that look at you. they're the ones that you've always considered perfect.. even before all of this. he had the loveliest eyes you've seen.
maybe they should've been the pair that'd you see above you.
maybe they should be the ones that belong to you..
alex is better than your ex. way better.
the way he makes you feel is so much more stronger than any emotion you've felt when you were with that man.
of course, you like alex better for everything after this.
there's a part of you that thinks you should date him.
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starityslife · 9 months ago
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first follower is a legend for life
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we appreciate your cervix
@starzfallinzzz0 <3
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toridraw · 25 days ago
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K!Quackity rosita
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aikoionic · 1 year ago
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Dreamy girl chapter one out soon maybe 👀 it’s been a year I’m so sorry 😭
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whygalaxy · 11 months ago
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Senseless jealousy
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♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Fem!Reader
♡⃕ Summary} "You're Quackity's girlfriend. But the fans wanted him to be with Wilbur. You get threats and hate mail and Quackity gets mad."
♡⃕ Inspiration} The inspiration came from stonermujer, from this post.
♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I'm sorry for anything. {I feel like I should mention this, I made and published this fanfic before Willbur's exposed. I just wanted to say that I don't support him or his attitudes, but I won't edit it so as not to lose the meaning}
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On Valentine's Day, Alex decides to open a stream and, after obtaining you consent. He decides to introduce you, his girlfriend, to his audience.
He decided to do a romantic stream, from you two cooking a cake, everything was going well. The public quickly accepted you, of course, there were some stupid comments in between, but they were crushed by the vast majority and quickly deleted;
The stream had been perfect. You laughed a lot, you joked a lot, you threw flour at each other. It was a fun stream… But it didn't take long for the peace to end.
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You were lying on the couch, relaxing, the day after the Stream. It didn't take long for Alex fans to discover your Twitter and Instagram, and of course they would have negative comments. About your looks, about your body, about how you're only with Alex for money. You already expected it, so you didn't care.
But one comment caught you attention… "She's so ugly, Quackity should be with Wilbur." “What the fuck?" you think to yourself, your brow furrowing. You'd hate to admit it, but you were always a little jealous of Wilbur, how close Alex and him were, and how they were seen as a couple by most people in Fandom, especially during DSMP. You hated this feeling, after all, Wilbur was a good friend to both of you. So that comment really got to you.
You got up and headed towards Alex office where he was editing something. He hears you open the door and turns to look at you, noticing your sad face. “Mi amor, what happened?”, he says in a worried voice. You walked over to him and sat on his lap, showing him your phone, he read all the negative comments you received. He just put down your phone and kissed your cheek, telling you to ignore the comments, that people would get used to you soon.
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You did this, you tried to ignore these comments, thinking they would lessen over time… But, you were wrong.
As time passed, more and more comments of this kind began to emerge even more.
“You’re a slut, Quackity should be with Wilbur.”
“You’re stealing Wilbur’s spot.”
“Why can’t Quackity dump you and just be with Wilbur???”
“What did he see in you that Wilbur doesn’t have?”
“If you don’t break up with him, I will kill you.”
And several other comments you received. This was crossing the line, there were people saying that you and your family should die!
Alex noticed you were becoming distant, you told him everything that happened. All the threats and comments you received;
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“This just got out of hand!” Alex says in an irritated tone seeing the types of comments you had received. “Calm down, I think with time they will st-”, you are stopped from finishing the sentence by Alexis, shouting “NO! THIS SIMPLY CANNOT CONTINUE LIKE THIS! THEY ARE THREATENING YOU!”. Your eyes widen when you see Alex raising his voice, he almost never yelled at you…
You look away, sad. He lets out a sigh, playing with his hair before placing his hand on your chin, making you look at him. “Look… I'm sorry for yelling, but this really has to stop… I'll comment on this on stream.”
You nod, knowing this should be discussed before it gets out of hand.
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A few hours later, Alex opened a stream “A serious warning” in the title and it quickly became filled with several viewers, thinking it was about some QSMP announcement. Fans quickly realized that it wasn't going to be a fun and relaxed stream like all the others when the stream finally started. Everything Quackity said was in a serious tone.
“Listen, I've noticed a lot of people messaging my sweet girl. Terrible messages, death threats, for the simple fact that she was with me, and I wasn't Wilbur. Is this serious? Are you so childish that you would threaten someone with death simply because she is “getting in the way” of me having a relationship with Wilbur? I'm with her for a reason, she's a sweet, kind, funny and beautiful person. Wilbur is a good friend, and I never felt romantic interest in him, we just make some jokes. If you call yourself my fan and don't accept my girl, you're not my fan and I don't care if you stop watching me for that stupid reason. I hope this stops after this stream, these messages stop, I don't mind starting to take drastic measures.”
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A few weeks after Alex long speech on the subject, the messages dropped dramatically. Of course they didn't stop, but you received much less than before, but you ignored these messages.
You were much calmer now, not paying so much attention to those hateful messages, knowing that Alexis would always be by your side, always defending you.
<3
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yanushh · 1 year ago
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"Lovejoy-Consequences" Actually, I'm not a big fan of horny content with anyone in qsmp or dsmp, but with these two I headcanon that as a little spice in their relationship
I'm really tired of doodling every day, I need a break...
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shr00mr4t · 5 days ago
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Hehe :'(
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kirarisoul · 9 months ago
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predictions — quackity
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first fic kinda scared 🤪
cw: angst, family problems, sad 😔
not proofread
skater!quackity x fem!reader
summary: after moving cities, you meet a very awkward, closed off guy. you eventually break through his walls, however, it seems to be written in your fate that you two could never be.
Spades represent challenging tasks or events coming in the future.
Hearts represent feelings, family, home, love, and relationships.
august 17th
moving somewhere new is always scary. leaving all you friends and family and home behind for a new place, a decision you didn’t have any say in. your parents said it was best to move here, but there wasn’t even any reason to move. you were doing fine in school, had a few good, loyal friends, and you were happy. however, being a child means nobody listens to what you have to say and you must adapt very quickly. good thing you were 17 and could do what you wanted after your 18th birthday, move back home and go to college.
but, for now, you were here. in your dads car, finally getting closer to your new house after hours in the car. you wondered what your room would be like, what your new school would be like, if you would make any friends. you definitely don’t have the same confidence you did when you were six, talking to everyone in your class and making friends. i guess you somehow knew you would be making lifelong friends, ones that you would grow old with and live on the same street as forever. you started to sketch what you think the house looks like in your sketchbook, and what you hope your room would look like.
“look, [name]. we’re gonna get there soon. why don’t you take those headphones out and look around.” your dad looks through the rearview mirror to look at you.
you yank your headphones out. he knows your mad but just won’t leave you alone. you tune out your dad talking to your mom and look out the window for the first time in three hours, the last thing you saw was a bunch of cows out on a field.
this place is a fucking dump. it sucks. everything sucks. now you really want to go home. your parents just had to pick the worst place for you to move. your neighbours front lawns were full of junk, like they were hoarders or something.
the car stops and you feel your dad get out and open the trunk. you open your door to greet your new home. you can work with this. it’s not the ugliest thing in the world. you walk inside and hear something about the moving van coming in a few hours. your room was alright, very empty but the window has a nice view of the sunset.
“[name], after dinner i want you going straight to bed. you start at your new school tomorrow.” your mom sternly said.
“alright” you say. “don’t know why i’m starting school on a thursday, but ok” you mumbled.
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the floor in this house is oddly comfy, you think to yourself. but you can’t sleep, your heart is racing thinking about starting at a new school tomorrow. you’ve seen new kids at your old school be all alone and never understand how they can handle it, and now you’re the new kid. you can only pray it goes well.
you turn over to look at your phone.
[00:36]
you should really get to sleep.
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you jog down the stairs to see furniture that wasn’t there yesterday, guess your parents were busy making it look nice last night.
“hey, eat up and get going. don’t wanna be late on your first day!”
“‘kay.”
still mad.
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you walk out and breathe in the air. it’s warm and humid. you pull out your phone so you can open your google maps to get you to school.
dead.
clearly you didn’t remember that the electricity on the second floor just didn’t work and your phone didn’t charge. great. how the hell were you going to get to school now.
you then had the great idea of looking for someone who looks like a student and asking them if they go to your school. maybe make a friend aswell.
you see a boy leave the house opposite yours and turn left down the street. he had a hat and a hoodie on, with the hood up. in this heat? what a weirdo. but it looks like your family is just surrounded by elderly people living out their retirement on this street, so you doubt you would be seeing another teenager apart from him. and you were getting late.
so you crossed the street to catch up with him.
“hey! excuse me!” you yelled after him.
the boy turned around with a confused look on his face and looked around as if there was anyone else you could be taking to.
“uhh… hi?” he said quietly, with the same look on his face.
“yeah, hi, uh, do you go to [school]?”
“uh, yeah, why?”
“me too! well it’s my first day, and my phone is dead so i don’t know how to get there and i was wondering if you cou-“
“you’re new?” he cut you off.
“…yeah. anyways, can i walk with you?”
“why are you starting school on a thursday?”
why does he care? can you walk with him or not??
“i dunno, but it’s getting late so can i walk with you or..?”
“i mean if you want.”
“ok, thank you.”
and so you started walking. the silence between the two of you was so awkward you wanted to die.
“so, uh, what’s your name?”
“alex.”
“nice..”
was he gonna ask your name? has he ever talked with another human before?
“my name is [name].”
“ok.”
ok? OK?
“is that the school there?” you point to a building that’s about 4 stories coming up ahead of you two.
“no, it’s just got a bunch of kids outside it for no reason.”
what the fuck is this guys problem. you’ve just met him and he’s acting like this. no wonder he’s walking all alone.
///
after getting your schedule from the front desk, you make your way to your first class. you sit down in a chair near the front and set down your bag. you really, really, hope that the teacher doesn’t make a whole speech about the new kid in class.
“so, as you guys might’ve noticed,” the teacher starts. “there’s a new face here!”
of course he did.
he comes over to your desk and gestures for you to stand up. “wanna introduce yourself, [name]?”
“uh, sure.” you stand.
“uhm, my name is [name] and i moved here yesterday from-“
“you’re starting school on a thursday?” some kid says from the corner of the class.
“….yes.”
///
finally, the first day was over. apart from the fact that you sat alone at lunch and had to make an introduction in every single class, it wasn’t horrible.
now to get home….
which way was it again?
have you seriously forgotten? it was only like 6 hours ago.
suddenly, you see a familiar hoodie in the distance, walking.
it’s alex. i’ll just go walk with him again.
you jog up beside him.
“hi, alex.”
he turns his head and looks at you while he keeps walking.
“hello?”
“uh, this is kinda embarrassing but i don’t know how to get home either, can i walk with you again?”
he sighs. “sure, i guess.”
“cool.”
you weren’t gonna talk this time, since clearly he doesn’t want to.
this is even more awkward than the walk to school.
“so,” you start. “how was your day?”
he turns again and looks at you weirdly. “uh, fine?”
“good…”
you won’t tell him about your day, he doesn’t seem to care very much anyways.
///
you figured out how to get to school in your own for friday, so you didn’t have to go through that whole thing with alex again. it’s the weekend now and while you scroll through your friends stories, seeing them all having fun hanging out, you’re alone in your room, lying on your bed, doing absolutely nothing. you know, cause you’ve got no friends.
you get up to go get another popsicle from downstairs, i think everyone eats a lot when they’re bored out of their mind. you pass by the window in your room and see alex outside of his home across the street. you stop and look, for some reason he’s just so intriguing to you. and kinda cute.
wait a minute.
am i really thinking this about that weirdo who doesn’t talk, wears hoodies in the summer, and walks all alone? i must be really bored.
he’s out there with a skateboard in his hand, and he looks like he’s waiting for someone. his hair isn’t hidden behind a beanie like usual, it’s under a baseball cap. he’s still wearing a hoodie, but with shorts instead of longer pants this time. wow, his legs are nice too. and his eyes. and face.
suddenly, he looks up at your window and locks eyes with you. you immediately drop down to the floor and crawl the rest of the way to the kitchen. could you have handled that any weirder?
///
monday came fast, and once again you were leaving the house for school. you didn’t see alex again during the weekend, and probably for a good reason, cause if he remembers that window situation, it’s over for you. God, why did you do that?
you hear a door shutting from across the street, and you can feel a pair of eyes on you. you turn slightly to see and there alex is, looking right at you, again. you whip your head back around and start walking faster.
///
you get home fast enough to avoid seeing alex again and reach for the door handle. it doesn’t work. you try it again. and again. and again. then you remember, your mom went back to work today, and didn’t leave the door unlocked like usual. you didn’t have a key either. now you’re stranded outside your house, for about another three hours until your mom gets home. you sit on your porch steps and start the waiting.
until, you see a shadow above you and you look up. it’s… alex? wow, the last person you wanted to see right now.
“hey.” he says.
“hi…”
he looks around then shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.
“my mom said i should ask you if you wanna come in, so you’re not waiting out here.”
you look past him and see a woman in the doorway of his house, smiling at you and waving.
“uh, i’m alright.”
“just come, she’s not gonna give up, she’s been wanting to meet you guys since you moved in. also, you shouldn’t wait outside in the sun.”
“ok, i guess.”
you follow him to his house and walk in after greeting his mom. it’s a nice place, better looking on the inside than the outside. his lawn is probably the nicest on the street. after all, you see his mother outside gardening all the time.
“hi, honey, you’re [name] right?, i talked to your mom today, and she told me to make sure you’re not waiting outside until she comes home.”
“oh, thank you.”
“it’s no problem! you can sit in the living room while your waiting and i’ll get you something to eat oh- actually, alex, take her up to your room.
“mom i-“ he says frustrated and then stops himself. “fine. follow me”
you go up to his room and look around. it’s small, the same size as your room, but it’s nice. it’s very…. alex. the walls are blue, there are posters up on the wall of tyler, the creator and kanye west. there are a couple skateboards around, each with a different colour and size and shape.
“just sit wherever, im gonna play.” he points to his console and sits on the floor after turning it on. you sit next to him cause sitting on some strangers bed is weird. as he scrolls through the games, one catches your attention, mario kart.
“oh, you have mario kart?”
“yeah.” he scrolls right past it and clicks on something then gta’s loading screen pops up on the tv. you guess you were too subtle with telling him you like mario kart. you nod and turn away, pulling out your phone and mindlessly scrolling.
you hear him sigh and close down gta. “do you wanna play mario kart?” he asks.
“oh, uh, sure.”
he hands you a controller and you two pick out your characters, shy guy and princess peach.
“princess peach? really?” he questions you.
“she’s the best. i always win with her.”
“it’s very basic.”
“watch me win, then start talking.”
he laughs. “alright, but just so you know, i’ve never been beat in mario kart.”
“me neither.” you’re getting pretty competitive with him.
you both play for the three hours and get more and more comfortable with each other. you think you could even be friends with him. his mom opens the door and calls your name.
“your moms home, honey.”
“oh,” you start getting up and grabbing your school bag. “ thanks for having me, ma’am. and thanks, alex.”
“it’s no problem” he says, looking away.
///
walking home from school is probably the best part of your day. your headphones are in, your alone, looking at the scenery. it’s fun. you even close your eyes and take in the air as you walk. it’s so peaceful. until you feel someone walking next to you. you open your eyes and see alex, walking with you.
“hi.” he says, looking forward.
“hey.” you say, a little confused.
you two continue walking in silence, but it doesn’t feel as awkward anymore.
“hey, you have a few hours til your mom gets home, right?”
“yeah, why?”
“well, if you were just gonna come over again, i was gonna go to the skatepark today.”
“oh, it’s fine, i’ll just walk around the block or something.”
“no, like, i was wondering if you wanna go with me?”
was he asking you out?
“just, to kill time, y’know?”
“uh, sure, that’ll be fun i think.” you smile at him.
at the skatepark, you sit at the edge of the bowl, watching him skate.
“you’re really good!” you say.
“huh? nah, i’m not really.” he laughs.
“no, you are! well, to me atleast.”
he smiles and turns away to keep skating and doing tricks.
after about an hour of just watching him and talking, he asks you something.
“d’you wanna try?”
“what- skating?”
“yeah, i can teach you.”
“i dunno..”
“it’ll be fun! and safe, i promise.”
“fine, i guess.”
he holds out his hand to help you get into the bowl, and you grab it.
“so basically, what you do is you stand on it with two feet, then push off.”
“ok…” you try and you move, but don’t get far.
“that was great!” he says, encouraging you.
“it really wasn’t.”
“for a total beginner it’s great.”
he helped you learn how to turn and do some simple tricks.
“this one is kinda hard for a beginner, but i think you’ve got it.”
you watch him demonstrate it then you try. you push off with one foot and bend your knees, just like he did, to do the trick. he’s jogging along with you on the skateboard, making sure you don’t fall. you jump up slightly to do the trick but it doesn’t work, and you stumble when you land back on the skateboard. you feel yourself tripping, and prepare for the impact by closing your eyes, but it never comes.
instead you feel hands on your waist, pulling you up, helping you stand. you open your eyes and alex is looking at you, and asking “you okay?” with a worried expression. but all you can think about are his hands. their placement, how they felt on your body.
you snap back into reality. “i’m fine.”
“maybe we should stop now..”
“good idea.”
you two lay on the grass near the skatepark, talking.
“i’m just mad at my dad really,” you say. “he made us move here, and he’s always on me about my grades. it’s like he’s always mad. he’s always yelling and stuff. my mom says he’s just stressed about work but that’s not my fault.”
“i get it. my dad isn’t the best either. he’s not mean but he’s very strict. we’re not like father and son, he’s more like my boss. he’s always talking about how i’ll follow in his footsteps and own his business, but i don’t wanna.” alex says.
“what do you wanna do?”
“ok, promise you won’t laugh.”
“i won’t.”
“a streamer.”
“like a twitch streamer?”
“yeah, i already have a youtube channel that’s doing pretty well, and i want to do streaming too. i wanna make people happy with my content. i also wanna move to LA. that’s where all the streamers live.”
“woah. you really planned it all out. i wanna go to art school, i love drawing.”
“really? can i see some?
“yeah sure!” you pull out your sketchbook from your bag
///
december 28th
as your friendship developed, and you crush on alex developed, you became happier and more content with your move. you found other friends but you always walk home with alex. and you go to the skatepark all the time. you’re pretty good at skating now.
for his birthday, you decided to go to a carnival. you went on rides together and ate food, the night was coming to an end when you saw something near the back of the carnival.
“look, fortune telling! let’s go!”
“you know it’s all fake right, it’s a scam.”
“just come.” you drag him to the tent and walk in.
it’s just a spinning wheel with four symbols on it.
spade.
heart.
club.
diamond.
whatever, it’s only a dollar. you give the tired teenager working the tent two dollars for yourself and spin the wheel twice.
your first spin was the heart.
your second spin was the spade.
“huh, i wonder what they mean.”
“look it up online, it’s like 11, we should get home.” alex says, while urging you out the tent.
///
august 17th
it’s officially been a year since you moved here, and you are completely at peace with the situation now. you made new friends, and you always had alex there with you, especially during hard times with your family and home.
you’re sitting at the desk in your room, studying, when you suddenly get a notification on your phone. it’s alex.
alex
hey can u come outside for a sec
you
why lol
alex
just come pls
you grab your jacket and slip your shoes on. you walk outside and breathe in the cool, summer, night air. you see alex a little bit down the street from your house. you speed up to reach him faster.
“hey,” you smile at him, with rosy cheeks due to the nippy air. he doesn’t think you could ever look better. “what’s up?”
“i have to tell you something.”
your smile falters. “what is it, alex?”
“i’m leaving..” he paused.
“what, sorry, where? when? what are you talking about? why?” you bombard him with questions, he can’t just drop this bomb on you with no explanation.
“LA.”
“oh” you’ve known it was his dream for a while now. “that’s great, alex! i’m so happy for you! when are you going?”
“tomorrow.”
“oh.. so soon? why didn’t you tell me before?”
“it was last minute, one of my friends over there found an apartment for me, and i was gonna go to college soon anyways, so i applied for one in LA. sorry i didn’t tell you but it would’ve upset you and i-“
“alex, it’s fine. it’s what you’ve always wanted. i’m glad you’re getting to do this finally.” you smile at him reassuringly.
“thanks.” he smiles back. “i wanted to ask you though.”
“what?”
“come with me.”
“what?!”
“come to LA with me. i’ve been putting off telling you and i wasn’t going to but i can’t go without saying this. [name], i have liked you since that day you asked to walk to school with me. i’ve loved you since you let me teach you to skate. i can’t go without you.”
“alex..”
“we can get away from your dad and my dad and this whole city together. i have everything ready-“
“alex.”
“i’ve got an apartment, and there’s an art school nearby that you can go to. we can live together and you can go to school and i’ll stream an-“
“alex!” you say sternly this time. he looks at you for the first time since he started his ramble. you’re crying, why are you crying? he thinks.
“i-i can’t.”
“what..?”
“i can’t go with you alex.” you look at him with wide eyes like you’re also surprised at what you’re saying.
“what do you mean? we can get away from all of this! from our parents, from this town, from this street!”
“i can’t leave my family, alex.”
“[name], what? i thought you would’ve wanted thi-“
“why would i want this alex?! why are you doing this?! you cant make me choose between my life here and with you! it’s not fair!”
“i-i don’t-“
“just go alex.”
“what?”
“just go. i don’t think we can do this.”
“but-“
“go.” your voice breaks.
he whimpers and takes a few steps back.
“i’m sorry [name]…” his eyes are wide with shock. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. you’re supposed to be going to LA with him. you two were supposed to be together.
“i love you, [name]” alex starts walking.
“i love you too.” you whisper, hoping he heard.
you turn on you heel and walk into the distance.
you make it to the skatepark where you have millions of memories with alex. you sit there a couple hours. just thinking.
when you get home your parents are there, waiting.
“[name], where were you? i told you to study, where did you go?”
you’re too exhausted to talk. you walk past them and go to your room. you couldn’t even cry anymore.
and so, the heart and the spade came at you together.
august 17th has been the worst day of your life two years in a row.
end.
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ommgggg how was it, i hope it wasn’t too long or boring. this is my first fic on this account hope you guys like it 😛 sorry if q was a little ooc
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starityslife · 9 months ago
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c-h-o-k-e-m-e
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How can he be real?????? Wtffffff
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nikaizkool · 1 year ago
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rough lowk cocky quackity nsfw
riding his thigh while he wears his black button up and black pants omfg and he’s just teasing you making you all flustered calling you his dirty girl
…😨
Y’all are so dirty bro 😞😞😞🙏
I’m sorry if this is bad I’ve lost touch with my smutty witty 😖😖🙏🙏
His hands gripping tight on your hips guiding them to rub on his thigh, as he calls you names. “Awh your so cute darling,” he smiles at you intertwining your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as you squirm under him.
I CANT BRO IM THINKING ANOUT KY MOW SOTP 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
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sukijan-leti · 2 years ago
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Confession (1/3)
more under cut
CW for unsettling images!
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based of The Summer Hikaru Died
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starityslife · 9 months ago
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get off your ass and start writing
my first ask<3
yes mam
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