#whatever quackitys stream was last night..

[kadextra]

Now that “mr. reaper” lore is shaping up to be pretty important, I have collected information about him from all povs into one place

the first person mr. reaper spoke to was q!bad, which is worth noting because bad is also a reaper

he is “very dead, thank you very much!”

they’ve been “severely busy” since the 1800s, implying it’s the time period when he started working and/or died (still funny that bad called him a little guy lmao)

while dead, he is apparently not a ghost. he’s something else, and we will find out soon…?

“I’m just a humble man who wants help / is preparing something”

capable of giving players effects like blindness, changing the weather and time of day + spawning unattainable mobs

he talks through /msg, white books on lecterns, and oak signs

he uses black concrete a Lot (ex. filling q!bad’s basement room with it to communicate with him, that room near yd’s house with the book & spooky music)

likes chairs

likes soul pizza

favorite creature is lord pumpkinheads

he likes to play around with people, giving scavenger hunts and classified tasks for big rewards

he Really likes making people fight against monsters (randomly spawning mobs on people and teleporting players into arenas to fight strong bosses)

for the past two days he keeps warning about something approaching from the forest, a sad soul that wants revenge

in the cinematic today we might’ve gotten a look at what that something is. um! 😀

whatever is happening might also be related to the cucurucho & ghost quackity hauntings that happened in bbh's stream last night, as q!bad received the "something approaches" book directly afterwards

[anonymous-dentist]

Quite frankly some of y’all are getting too parasocial again, especially with the ‘LGBTQSMP’ stuff. By y’all, I mean the fandom at large, but don’t think I haven’t seen some weird stuff on here too.

Last night on Quackity’s stream, one of the first donos called him a “fruit loop”. And like okay, whatever, that’s bad, but then I managed to find the dono’s twitter literally by accident going through my twitter feed and here’s their reason why they did it:

And that’s really fucking weird! You all see why this is weird, right? And all of the replies to the clip of the dono I found (where I found this person) were all in agreement that this was a funny and totally normal thing to do. But, as I’m sure everyone is aware, this is not, in fact, normal. It’s parasocial as fuck, and it’s weird at best and harassment at worst.

Donation etiquette posts are something that go around the fandom every couple of days, and for good reason. Some people are too goddamn parasocial. You don’t know these people, and they don’t know you. It’s like if you walk up to the cashier at McDonalds and call them a “fruit loop” because you saw her talking to another girl earlier. That’s fucked up. At best, it’s fucking weird to do. At worst, it’s outing/harassment. (Not that I think Quackity is queer or anything, that’s none of my business, and it’s not anyone else’s.)

I’ve seen some weird stuff on Twitter recently. Truthing, really, and that’s something parts of this fandom have struggled with for a really long time. But take this tweet by the same person as above as an example:

There’s a difference between jokes about “haha the qsmp is just a gay dating show and jaiden”, but some people are taking that way too literally. I’ve seen truthing on both the English side and Spanish side of the community recently, and you know that I’m not searching it out for the sake of drama because I don’t speak Spanish. I’ve seen multiple Spanish accounts on Twitter telling people to stop being weird in chat because it’s gotten to the point there that the mods are getting involved (I was watching Roier’s stream last night, and I’m pretty sure I saw this myself in chat.)

Jokes are fine. Fandom jokes are fine. But that’s where the jokes should stay- in the fandom. Yes, Quackity made a joke on day one stumbling over his words and “accidentally” calling everyone his boyfriends. Yes, the Spanish creators are a lot more chill with shipping content than the English ones. That doesn’t mean anything irl. Calling it the first bisexual smp is fine as a fandom joke, but people seem to be considering it truth when, as far as I’m aware, there’s only one actual bisexual on the server, and there’s, I believe, only two LGBTQ+ members. While the default shouldn’t be straight, it isn’t cool to just assume people’s identities, and especially not from what they do in minecraft roleplay. That’s called acting, not real life.

Truthing is dangerous. Anyone older than 16 probably remembers the way Markiplier and Jacksepticeye stopped interacting online entirely, and it’s because truthing and shipping actively damaged their friendship. Dan and Phil struggled with this, too, with them actually being gay but being unable to come out until years after they were popular because of all the truthing going on with them.

It’s dangerous! It’s weird as hell! Not everyone is dnf. Even if their boundaries don’t mention it specifically, it should be common sense not to openly speculate on a cc’s sexuality. It should be even more common sense not to call them a literal slur in their text-to-speech donos because you think it’s “telling the truth”. For a straight person, it’s just uncomfortable. For a queer person not out, it could be dangerous.

As a whole, the fandom has been behaving. We’re just under a week in as of today when I’m writing this, so I guess we’ll have to see what happens next. But please remember to be normal. These people aren’t your friends. You don’t know them. You barely even know their characters right now. So calm down and touch some grass before someone actually gets hurt.

[evilgaygothgf]

Hello!! Hope you’re doing well and having a great day <3 just wanted to send in a request in case you’re up for it! Maybe a scenario of Quackity and streamer!reader sitting together at a small party/streamer get together (like the ESLAND after party lmao), spending the whole time talking, then him walking back reader to their hotel room where it ends with a small makeout sesh or them inviting him to their room to continue hanging out for the night (they’re kinda friends prior to all this who had very silent crushes on each other so the lovers tension is definitely in the air lmao)? Hope this is ok!

Thank you for the request! I hope this fits what you had in mind ◡̈

Quackity x streamer!reader (any pronouns)

You were at a small outdoor party one of your other streamer friends had invited you to. You hadn’t been a streamer for very long, so you weren’t as close with the other people at the party besides Karl, who had invited you. You saw Sapnap, George, and Tina, who you had met at the streamer events earlier in the day, but they were in the middle of their own conversation and you didn’t feel like you were close enough to them yet to go and join in. When you went over to grab a drink and head to an unoccupied seat, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, y/n. I didn’t know you were gonna be at this party.”

You turned around to see Alex standing behind you with a grin. You were more than glad to see that he was here and you suddenly felt a wave of comfort come over you. He was someone who always made you feel welcome as you started out in the streaming community, especially since he’s the entire reason you were doing this. Alex was the person who encouraged you to start your channel on twitch in the first place.

“Y/n, I think you’ll be really good at it and you’ll be glad you started your own streaming channel.”

“I don’t know. I just don’t think I’m entertaining enough for people to want to actually watch me.”

“I’d watch you. You’re entertaining to me. You should just try it, really. Trust me.”

You had taken his advice to start streaming and hadn’t regretted it one bit. Your channel was growing, you actually had fans, and you were even being invited to streamer events like the one you had attended today. All of this was because of the support Alex had been giving you from the start and helping you along the way. He had become a place of comfort and warmth for you.

You smiled back at Alex. “Yeah, Karl actually invited me kinda last minute. I thought maybe it could be fun,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, are you? Having fun?,” he questioned.

“I am now that you’re here,” you said as you threw a wink his way.

He laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Okay, Mr. Rizzington,” he said as he rolled his eyes, “Let’s go sit down somewhere.”

You followed him as he led you over to a bench that faced away from the party and out towards the ocean. The entire event had been an amazing time and you had enjoyed it all, but the night view of the ocean was 10 out of 10 compared to the rest. You both sat down and while the bench was small, you wished it was smaller so you had an excuse to sit closer to Alex.

“Sorry, I feel like I haven’t really been able to catch up with you much. I’ve just been so busy with the event all day and haven’t had a chance to check up on how you’ve been doing with everything going on.” He rubbed his hands on his lap as he talked.

“No, Alex, it’s okay,” you turned your body towards him on the bench as you spoke, “you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine, just do whatever you need to do and enjoy your time with all your friends here.”

“I’m not worried. I just care about you and want to spend time with you, dummy,” he said lightly shoving your shoulder with his.

Even his playful touch made your skin feel electric and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver as the sparks ran through you.

Your shiver caught his attention. “Oh, are you cold? It is a little chilly now that the sun has gone down. We can head inside if you want?”

Before you could answer, Alex was already standing to his feet and motioning for you to stand with him. You stood up from your spot and walked with him toward the hotel everyone was staying at for the event. Now that it was dark outside, the path to the hotel was lit by tiny lights along the side of the walkway. The two of you matched each other’s pace as you slowly made your way back to the hotel and you told him about the people you had met a the streaming event that day. You finished talking as the two of you approached the entrance of the hotel and you looked up at Alex to see that he was just staring and grinning at you at you spoke.

You laughed nervously under his stare. “Why are you just staring at me like that?” You tried to sound annoyed to distract him from the blush that you knew was creeping up on your face.

“Mmm I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders, “You seem happy. I just like seeing you happy.” As he finished his sentence, the two of you had stepped into the elevator. “What floor are you?”

“I’m on 6th.” You watched as he pushed the button to your floor and put his hand back in his pocket. “Oh, are you on the same floor as me?”

“Nope. I was gonna come hang out with you in your room if that’s fine? Damn, trying to get rid of me already,” he joked.

You taunted back at him, “I guess it’s fine with me. You just can’t get enough of me, yeah, yeah.”

“Something like that.”

The door to the elevator opened and the two of you stepped off. You walked him to your hotel room and tapped your card to enter the room. You turned to Alex as the door shut behind both of you.

“So, do you want to watch a movie or something?” You hoped he said yes because you couldn’t handle being alone in this room with him without something to distract you from the butterflies that bang around in your stomach whenever he’s around.

“Sounds good to me,” he said as he flopped onto your bed and grabbed the remote. He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “C’mon and sit. It’s your bed.”

You really didn’t want to sit next to him because you might evaporate into thin air the second you do, but reluctantly, you kicked off your shoes and made yourself comfy on the bed. He flipped through the channels and found a movie that had already started not too long ago, so you two hadn’t missed much of it. The movie played on and you felt like you had done well to hide your nerves so far. Well, until you felt his eyes on you. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice him stealing glances at you here and there. Maybe he could tell he made you nervous. Maybe there was something stuck in your hair. Maybe-

Your thoughts were cut off by his whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

You almost jumped out of your skin at his question and you couldn’t even think of how to respond. “I- what did you say?” You couldn’t even look at him when you spoke.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I asked like that. It’s just all I can think about right now honestly. Wait that sounds bad. Like I’m not just thinking about kissing you, but like, I’m thinking about you, all the time, including now, and right now, that includes kissing you,” he blurted out.

He thinks about you? All the time? You finally looked back to him and his eyes were locked on yours. He thinks about kissing you? You had to admit you had thought about the same a fair share of times. You had imaged what it would feel like when his lips touched yours. Your gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips and back up.

He shifted closer and whispered again, “Can I?”

You opened your mouth to respond but no noise came out, so you just nodded your head. Your heart was thumping out of your chest, but you wanted this so bad.

He slowly leaned in, cupping your face. His hands felt so warm and comforting on your cheeks, his thumb lightly rubbing your skin. His lips landed on yours and it felt like the world around you went silent. He pulled his face back from yours slightly and ran a thumb over your lips. You reached your hands up and threaded your fingers into his hair pulling him back in for another kiss. The kiss that followed was more needy than the first. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and felt his tongue running across your lower lip. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt his hands release from your face and fall to your sides, lightly squeezing you as they reached your waist. You gently tugged his hair and he released a shaky breath you didn’t realize he was holding.

The two you broke apart from the kiss and Alex rested his forehead on yours. Your hands continued to play with his hair, twirling the ends with your fingers. Your lips still tingled from the contact with his. There was so much on your mind you wanted to say to him in this moment, but you felt breathless and the words wouldn’t come up. He stayed silent as well, just staring into your eyes and rubbing his thumb on your hip. You were fine staying like this for as long as you could, enjoying his warmth and his touch. Words could come later.

[gogtopia]

I hate all this 'you crossed their boundaries!' talk. I understand where it's coming from but I hate the idea of ASKING SOMEONE if you can ship or headcanon or whatever them or their characters. In a lot of cases it actually leads to issues, like telling an author your headcanon which can lead to lawsuits and claims that the author has stolen intellectual property.

I feel it's a lot better to ask yourself 'might this cause the person I'm writing/canoning/talking about uncomfortableness if they knew I was doing it? Yes? Ok then, I WILL NOT TELL THEM ABOUT IT.

Ship what you like, idea what you like, have fun what if conversations if you like, but don't tell the person you're talking about that you're doing it.

Delightful thing called 'decorum'. Used to be common sense

i agree w that for the most part tbh. i was actually a pretty staunch rpf anti before this fandom because i’d only seen it from an outsider perspective and when you’re not in it i think you see a lot of the worst of it (like seeing the truthing instead of the shipping.) but i think being in this fandom has made me come to realize how and why rpf in it of itself is different from actual speculation. but i think that now having seen both sides it’s so clear to me that problems arise when people try to push stuff onto creators in general.

i understand not wanting to cross a line and if a creator says they don’t want certain content created of them i think it’s important to listen to that. but there’s supposed to be a space between creators and fandoms and by pushing those kinds of questions onto creators instead of them like stating boundaries that they have of their own volition, it creates the type of scenario that’s uncomfortable for everyone involved and puts them on the spot to answer a question about something that they might just know absolutely nothing about. i think it was quackity that said something about how the whole policing and obsessively asking for boundaries about things that don’t necessarily concern creators was uncomfortable and made for a toxic community. (i’m paraphrasing & he might have said it in spanish? it was a few months ago i don’t remember the situation fully)

common sense is always the key with this kind of stuff. create what you want to create unless it’s something that someone has actively said it’s something that they don’t want to exist. do not push fanworks into creators faces like EVER. the shit w the song from ff1970 on george’s stream was so uncomfortable last night. hw is different because it’s a massive meme obviously, but it started out the same way back in the day in a way that made the author themself uncomfortable. fandom content is typically for the fandom, not the creator (unless they choose to pursue it, as is their right)

[theartofmining]

ranboo is absolutely vibing on the smp he has been dragged into so much already and we love him for that

[ventihonklightice]

Clingy || Wilbur Soot

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~~~

Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.

[dreamcatcherrs]

spending new year’s eve with them; mcyt x reader

+ HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

++ let*s hope for a much better year, cause 2021 was officially the worst year of my life :) don't forget to wear safety goggles!!!

♡ dream ♡:

driving out to a viewpoint in the middle of the night to watch the fireworks together

counting down the seconds when the time hits 11.59 pm at the top of your lungs

getting drunk together and eating mcdonalds at 4 am, laughing as you annoy the employees

setting off fireworks together and screaming at the loud noises

kissing once the time hits 12 am

♡ georgenotfound ♡:

wearing the most ridiculous hats and taking photos of each other wearing them

playing video games all night

popping the champagne bottle open and drinking it straight from the bottle

sitting on the floor, telling each other stories from your past

watching the fireworks from the window with his arm around you

♡ sapnap ♡:

going to a new year’s party and getting dressed up for the occasion

dancing on the floor together, enjoying the last day of the year

kissing somewhere in a corner and missing the countdown to midnight, only caring about each other and nothing else

coming home to watch your favourite movie on the couch whilst eating snacks

falling asleep together while watching the movie

♡ badboyhalo ♡:

renting a cabin just for the two of you

playing board games while the new year’s channel runs on the tv in the background

ordering chinese food and eating way more than you can handle

setting off fireworks

posting videos on twitter of each other in secrecy

♡ technoblade ♡:

wearing matching technoblade pyjamas all day and all night

logging onto random minecraft servers and playing games you haven't played for years

cooking dinner together and then filling your tummies with ice cream

cuddling up on the couch with floof and watching whatever’s on tv

talking all night and celebrating him hitting 10 mil as well as the new year with a kiss

♡ wilbur soot ♡:

going out into the city and wandering the streets all night

buying matching ugly sunglasses from a random corner store and taking funny photos together

getting scared of the fireworks because they’re so close to you and then laughing at each other getting scared

laying in the grass at a park nearby and watching as the sky lights up with your fingers intertwined

♡ corpse husband ♡:

going to a bar someplace nearby

and shouting a big ‘fuck you’ to 2021 once you enter 2022

getting shitfaced drunk and planning on forgetting the past year

getting tattoos you picked out for each other

having to rip his phone out of his hands before he accidentally does a face reveal while drunk

♡ karl jacobs ♡:

driving around town in a shopping cart you took from a mall

wearing 2022 headbands

going to eat at an expensive restaurant and then get stared down by the rich people as you run out and ditch the place with a wine bottle in hand

spending the rest of the night with friends and family, playing fun games for a memorable night

♡ quackity ♡:

playing horror games where you have to drink every time you get jump-scared

watching videos of yourself from this year

kissing with fake moustaches on to match the weirdness of this year

shaving his head and making him bald while he's asleep

nah jk, you’ll just photoshop him to look bald

♡ punz ♡:

crashing at a party where you don't know anyone and no one knows you

competing against each other in beer pong

and because you lose he makes you jump into the pool

he jumps in too and you share a drunken kiss under the water

laughs at your angry frenzy but then gets you warmed up afterwards to make it better(👀)

you leave at 6am and sleep the whole day once you get home

♡ tommy ♡:

streams minecraft with you until midnight

and then you spend time celebrating with his family, taking a photo together with hats on and posting it on twitter

begs you for a kiss when the clock strikes zero and pouts when you only kiss his cheek

rambles on about how he’s gonna stay up all night

and then ends up falling asleep with his head on your lap an hour later

♡ tubbo ♡:

you guys stay up all night streaming a bunch of different games, keeping  each other awake when the other is tired

taking a small break from streaming to watch the fireworks go off in the neighbourhood

as soon as the stream ends you both flop onto the bed, signing off almost immediately

you manage to mumble a “happy new year” to each other before blacking out

♡ ranboo ♡:

you have your own at home karaoke with hits from this year and songs that you both love

your plan was to go out and enjoy the fireworks with friends, but instead you ended up staying home to hang out with each other

you watched the countdown on tv and he hugged you tightly once you entered the new year, kissing your nose

you played minecraft together on your own server, just the two of you

he makes sure to cover your ears to protect you from the loud noises from the fireworks as you watched the colours in the sky change

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[anonquack]

| Best Friend |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 10661

Warnings: Some curse words and overthinking. This one got a bit long!

Summary: After a CC Convention is announced, you and your friends plan to meet up for it. You expect to enjoy yourself with friends but instead are forced to deal with feelings you didn't even know you had. Luckily, your friends are there to give you a push in the right direction.

"Okay but height comparison between Quackity and Sapnap when??" You asked midst all the chaos occurring on that wonderful night. Despite your busy schedule, you'd gotten some time off to finally stream and some friends to keep you company.

Which resulted in this mess of a stream you were now broadcasting.

Your question caught their attention, and a soft scoff could be heard from Sapnap's mic.

"You're kidding, right? You're basically saying you need to CHECK that I'm taller when we already know that's true. You're insulting me." Sapnap said, the cockiness evident in his tone. You couldn't help but stare at your monitor in amusement at how sure of himself he sounded.

"That's not true. Literally check the height check Karl and I had versus the one Sapnap had with him." Quackity argued back, earning scoffs from almost everyone on the call.

"I know you're trying to use that to back you up, but you're just proving my point." Sapnap was intense whenever he became competitive or got into arguments, so you could only raise your brows as you watched chat fly by with their own opinions on the discussion, including their very questionable comments regarding Sapnap and how attractive he was being.

"Well, personally," Bad quipped in, "I think Sapnap's the taller one. Just makes the most sense since Quackity gives off Short Person Energy."

"Yeah? Well keep that WRONG opinion to yourself. That shit's embarrassing-"

"Language!" Bad interrupts Quackity, eliciting a laugh from everyone on call.

"You know chat," you call out after pondering on a solution for a bit, "We can figure this all out during the meetup!"

"Meetup?" Bad asked, confusion evident in his tone. You could almost see his furrowed brows and confused smile.

"Yes, Bad, meet-up. All four of us. Plus the others. And you guys, if you decide to go." The last bit was directed at the viewers. "Don't you remember? The convention is a thing that's supposed to be happening this year."

"Ohhh." He let out a small sound, as if his memory was finally coming back. "I haven't decided if I'm going yet." He admits softly.

"You most certainly are! You have to be there so I can beat BOTH Sapnap and you up once we all find out I'm the taller one." Quackity chimes in finally, teasing tone evident.

"As if," Sapnap scoffs, "Bad and I will literally kick your ass."

"Language." Soft as ever, and also a sign that it's getting late. You look over at your monitor, which displayed the time before letting out a small gasp.

"Oh- it's late. I hope I haven't been keeping you guys awake for too long. It's probably best we end for tonight anyway." You hum softly as you click some tabs away, noticing the faint sounds of stretching heard in the background of the call.

"It's fine, I wasn't even tired until you mentioned how late it was. You should've kept quiet." Quackity says with a patronizing tone, to which you simply chuckle.

"Thank you guys for sticking around. I really had a lot of fun.. we should do this more often. Us four." It was an honest confession, but perhaps too soft for them all and too personal for the audience to listen in on too.

"I had fun too, you should invite me to your streams more often, or, whatever." Sapnap mumbles, sounding a bit tired as well, but sincere despite the lack of care in his words.

It results in a small smile on your face anyway.

"Bye!! Thank you for inviting us, I'm gonna miss messing around with you all. Sleep well." Bad adds, a small whine to his voice as they all start saying their goodbyes.

As they finish up their goodbyes, you quickly deafen to start saying your own goodbyes to chat and thanking the last minute subs rolling in.

After all is over, you finish closing up the tabs, leaving the discord one last. As you're about to officially leave the call, you realize there is still one person there. He hadn't left.

"Quackity-?" You'd voiced out in confusion after undeafening. You'd thought they'd all leave while you took your sweet time saying goodbye.

"Yeah?" He sounded confused by your own confusion. You couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face.

"Were you waiting for me to end or did you just forget to leave the call?" It was a genuine question, but perhaps a teasing tone slipped in towards the end.

"I was waiting, I'm not an asshole nor a dumbass." He lets out a laugh before continuing. "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

You hummed softly, "I'm glad you did. I had fun too."

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling all too well, and just, joking around with you.. Sapnap, and Bad.. well it was just really nice. Thank you." His tone was soft, filled your headphones so nicely and brought comfort into the air.

"Oh, well it's good that you're feeling better now, but if you ever aren't feeling up for a stream.. please tell me, okay? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than a scuffed stream."

"No no, it's fine. I needed something to distract myself with and you all helped so much. It really got me excited for the meet-up. I- I can't wait to hang out with you in person. With all of you, I mean."

The smile on your face grew, almost to the point where it had your cheeks hurting. "I can't wait to hang out with all of you either. Good thing we won't have to wait long, hm?"

Faint sounds in the background of stretching and even softer yawns. "Mhm. Do you wanna switch to phone call?"

It was the usual invitation to fall asleep on call together. At this point, it almost felt strange whenever you headed to bed without Quackity mumbling stuff about his day to you or hearing the soft breathing sounds from his end of the call.

"Sounds good. Talk to you in a bit." You smiled, hearing a small bye from him before leaving the call. You turned off your whole setup for the night and headed straight to your bed.

It didn't take long for the phone to start ringing a few moments after you'd managed to lay down.

"Hi." You answered softly, placing the phone next to your head as you covered yourself with your blankets. It was only a matter of time before the sleepiness took over, but for now you'd enjoy Quackity's company.

"Hey." Was his response, voice sounding much closer now that you were laying down with your phone so close to your ear. It almost felt like he was laying down beside you.

You wondered for a split second what that would be like, if he'd be warm and welcoming or if he'd value his personal space while sharing a bed. As friends, of course.

You refocused on his voice as he began talking about his plans for the meet-up, and all the things he wanted to do once you all were in person. It was so sweet to hear how excited he was, and just how much he wanted to do with you all.

Sweet moments like these make you hyper-aware of the amazing friends you have, and how much love you have for them all. Tonight couldn't have been better, all thanks to them.

—

As the meet-up date gets closer, and more interactions happen during streams / calls / messages, it becomes more evident how much your friends mean to you; just how badly you want to meet all of them.

And as the date for the meet-up gets closer, responsibilities such as packing for your trip join your very long To-Do list.

You're on the phone with Bad as you both choose clothes to take, folding and packing them nicely. Making conversation, with Rat barking in the background occasionally, as the cherry on top.

Moments like these make you realize how good of a friend Badboyhalo is. He's kind, always knows what to say to help people feel better. He's funny, he's charming, full of love and support for his friends.

You two had been joking around on FaceTime for quite some time after you'd packed all essentials. He showed you tricks he'd managed to teach Rat, and you gave him an apartment tour.

Neither of you seemed to be getting tired, so you stayed on call until somehow you ended up sprawled on your sofa, laptop at hand, screen sharing YouTube videos. Bad was resting comfortably on his bed as small giggles left him at the absurdity of the videos you two were watching.

Every few minutes a small "We should do that," or a "Imagine Sapnap doing that," or a "I want to meet you all so bad," would be murmured into the air with only a hum of agreement to compliment it. It only made you yearn for your friends even more.

"Bad." You called out after quite a few random videos and lids getting heavier with each second.

"Yes?"

"When I see you, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you. I hope you know that." You said, small smile on your face as you watched his head lift up from the pillow at such a fast speed.

"Language-! But well, that would be nice. I will also be giving you tons of hugs. To all of you." He pauses for a second before continuing. "I was actually kinda nervous for the meetup, but now I'm just so excited."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Bad. I will make sure you enjoy yourself to the max."

"Thank you y/n," he replies softly, resting his head against the pillow again, "I will make sure you enjoy yourself too."

You smiled at the state he was in, you two would fall asleep in no time, so your thoughts were honestly incoherent, and your tongue could not be tamed as your thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Do you think I can take Sapnap and Quackity in a fight? In case they try to beat me up?"

"I doubt they'll try to beat you up, they'll be too busy fighting each other, and he'll be too busy thinking about how cute you are." His words were slightly slurred at this point, and all you could do was laugh as you imagined a fight between Sapnap and Quackity as fans tried getting a picture with them.

It crossed your mind for half a second to ask who exactly would be thinking such a thing, but any sign of a functioning brain between you two was nonexistent at that very moment. So all you really said was, "Good. But I'm still going to be prepared just in case."

—

After so many excited calls and planning, the day was finally here. Everyone would be traveling out today to meet up at the house you'd all managed to rent for the week / weekend you guys would be staying there. This way, you'd all be able to maximize the time spent together, and also save money. It sounded like a wonderful idea, really.

After arriving in the city, you patiently waited for the driver that'd be taking you there. You couldn't help but realize just how anxious you were starting to feel. The moment when you'd meet all your friends was getting closer and closer. What if it wasn't everything you'd expected? Or if it was awkward?

The ride there was too quick. Before you knew it, you were pulling your luggage out the trunk and heading up the path that lead to the front door. You stood still for a few seconds before your knuckles were knocking against the firm wood. The noise echoing for a few seconds as you stood in anticipation.

The door swung open, and with a big grin, you were pulled into a hug by no other than Badboyhalo. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well, not wanting to let go. He was finally here! And he was real! Real, so so real. Any concerns you had on the way here slowly dissipated the longer he had you in his warm hold.

"Bad!" You said happily, slightly squishing him as your embrace tightened for a few seconds. Seriously too good to be true, but true nonetheless.

As he finally pulled away to smile at you, you felt lightheaded at the insane rush of dopamine in your system. As your head finally cleared up, you realized someone else was walking towards you two.

He wore a small smile on his face as he approached, it slowly growing as he got closer and as excitement became harder and harder to contain.

"Quackity." You called out, face lighting up immediately at the sight of him.

"Hi." He responded, sheepish smile on his face. Had he always looked this good?

It only took a few steps before your arms were around him, pulling him close. Although your firm grip caught him off-guard, he managed to melt into the hug soon after, arms wrapping around you as well.

"Big Q! Quackity! Alex!" You smiled as you pulled away, hand reaching up to give his cheek a light squish. You couldn't really help yourself, he was just too pleasing for your eyes. If the dopamine from earlier wasn't already too much, having him this close and feeling oh so real was even more deadlier.

He laughed at your affectionate touch, obviously not having enough of you either. It didn't take long for him to pull you back in for another embrace. "Holy shit." he mumbled into the hug, "You're actually fucking here. I can't believe it y/n." His tone was soft and it had you melting into his embrace all over again. It was intoxicating in the best way, but eventually you both pull away, smiling at each other with so much appreciation.

You hadn't really taken into account just how excited you were to see all your friends, especially someone as important as Quackity. The one you told almost everything to during late night calls, the person you could honestly consider a best friend. All of them were that to you, but it just felt so much stronger with him. You didn't really know how to explain it.

Before you could even give your mind time to dwell, Quackity was being pulled off you by none other than Sapnap and Karl, which quickly replaced Quackity's arms with their own.

"Guys!!" You called out happily as you hugged them back just as tightly. "Am I really the last one here? Where's Dream, or George?"

"We've literally been waiting like an hour for you to get here! We were all getting impatient." Karl laughed as he finally pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously impatient." Mumbled Sapnap into your shoulder before letting go from the warm embrace. "What took so long?"

"Sorry that I don't live as close to here as you guys do. My flight took longer than expected too."

"Who cares! At least you're finally here." Dream's voice, followed by heavy footsteps on the floor, and laughter as George ran over to where you stood with your suitcase.

"Y/N!! We're all finally together." You almost closed your eyes instinctively from how bright his smile was. George's energy was so contagious, you couldn't help but return the energy he was giving you.

Finally, you turned to Dream, who was standing there in all his tall glory.

"Holy shit." You mumbled as you eyed him from head to toe. "You're so fucking tall."

Laughter erupted from everyone before big arms wrapped around you, filling you with warmth and love. You were finally here with all your friends, and it was better than you could've ever imagined.

"Okay," Karl announces once everyone had greeted each other and given all the much needed hugs, "We were actually thinking movie night so we can all just relax and enjoy each other's company. What do you think, y/n?"

"You aren't getting any complaints from me. What movie are we watching?"

At that, Karl and Sapnap raced off to see who could get the remote control faster. You assumed it was in regards to who had the power to choose what everyone watched.

You watched in amusement as Karl and Sapnap argued over what movie to watch, George chiming in here and there just to fuel the lighthearted argument.

"Did you think they'd be just as annoying in person?" You jumped slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you, but quickly relaxed as Quackity stood beside you.

"No, I also didn't think it was such a big deal who got to choose the movie." Your eyes trailed back to the arguing pair.

"Oh hush. The food Dream ordered isn't even here so really we're doing you all a favor. Taking our time to choose wisely." Karl argued back, to which Dream laughed.

"I guess that's one way to see it, but it's almost here according to the app, so hurry up."

Silence, before the arguing resumed and filled the living room with a pleasing buzz.

You watched as Dream headed over to you and gently placed his hand onto your shoulder, "Let me show you where your room is so you can get all comfy before movie night starts, yeah?"

"Thank you, Dream. I'd actually really appreciate that." With that, you gave Quackity a small wave before following after Dream. Freshening up after sitting in a plane for hours would certainly help make the rest of the night 10x more pleasant.

—

Once you'd walked back out into the living room, you saw everyone had their plate of food, everyone already comfy in their spots.

You looked around before spotting the empty seat beside Alex and the plate of food you assumed was for you.

"Hurry! He's not gonna bite. Sit down so we can finally start movie night." Sapnap whined the longer you stood around.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.." George mumbled before receiving a stiff elbow in the ribs from the person seated next to him.

"Language." The last fatal blow.

Dream chuckled before pointing at the available seat. "We even waited for you in order to start eating, so sit your ass down."

You playfully rolled your eyes as they all started complaining about how long you were taking. You sat down beside him, giving him a glance before picking up the plate of food before you. It was still nice and steamy, just like Dream had said it would be after dropping you off in your room. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were until now.

After taking a few bites and hearing the movie start, your gaze returned to the person peacefully sat next to you, taking a few seconds to truly take in the sight before you.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeve shirt, and some basketball shorts. He looked so comfortable. And even indoors with friends, the beanie kept his hair away from his face and hidden, poorly, but hidden nonetheless.

You smiled as you got comfortable as well, admiring how the light from the TV illuminated his face before finally deciding to focus on the actual entertainment Karl and Sapnap had worked so hard to pick. All for movie night.

The movie was interesting, and you couldn't help the few times you almost choked on your food due to all the jokes being slipped in throughout the movie. Maybe Karl was right about how it takes time to pick the perfect film that fit the mood. A good laugh, some good food, and the company and comfort from friends was the best thing to do on the first day together.

Before you all knew it, you were 2 movies in and all in drowsy states.

Everyone excused themselves, the exception being George and Quackity whom had fallen asleep towards the end of the second movie. Dream agreed to wake George up, meanwhile you turned to the sleeping figure next to you.

He looked too cute, mouth slightly open from the uncomfortable position he'd fallen asleep in. You gently shook his shoulder. "Alex." You called out a few times, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around in confusion.

"You fell asleep during the movie. We're all heading to bed for the day, come on."

Regardless of his sleepy state, he stood and followed as you two headed to your rooms.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Night, y/n."

As you finally laid in your bed for the next week, you couldn't help but feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful opportunity to meet all of your friends and share a home with them.

You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for you all.

—

It was a lazy morning and lazy afternoon the next day, the only exceptions being going out for lunch, but besides that everything was done in the comfort of their home.

Dream, Sapnap, and Karl were busy playing a multiplayer game in the living room while Bad, George, and Quackity messed around in the kitchen, eating snacks and making up the absolute dumbest shit to stay entertained.

It seemed difficult to choose which group to spend time with, but you found yourself headed towards the kitchen within seconds of contemplation. Sitting on a chair laughing at George's dumb jokes, egging Bad on, and laughing along to Quackity's contagious laughter.

You found yourself coincidentally seated beside Alex as you all continued to chat and mess around. After some time, the other three joined in, and dinner was ordered so they could all eat together after a long day of lazing around.

You'd all rented out the house for a few days before the convention in order to be able to enjoy more time together, so lazing around today hadn't really seemed like a waste of time, or like it could've been spent better. You'd definitely suggest actually going out for dinner rather than just ordering online for the rest of your stay though.

Before you knew it, chaotic dinner was over and people were headed straight to bed, a certain pair deciding to stay awake just a bit longer in the living room.

You rolled your eyes at their bullshit excuses before heading straight to your room. You quickly changed into sleepwear before sitting in bed and simply scrolling through social media. Honestly, you were tired but not to the point where you could easily doze off. Something felt like it was missing, and you silently racked your brain for answers while continuing the mindless scrolling on your phone.

About 30 minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. Any distraction was welcome at this point, so you called out to let them know they could walk in.

Before you stood Alex, who seemed to be fresh out of the shower. He was in his sleepwear as well, but the beanie was nowhere in sight. His black hair was out in display, most likely to let it dry, but such a sight still had you in shock.

Not that you hadn't seen it before, but it always surprised you. No matter how many glimpses Quackity provided you with.

You stared in shock for a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and telling him to come in. He smiled and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He stated, before deciding to further explain. "I almost called you right now before going to bed.. I guess that's just how used I got to our calls-? But then I realized you're literally in the same house as me."

Ah. So was that what was missing? The reason why you couldn't doze off as easily? Because you weren't on call with him?

"That's true, I guess." You hummed before chuckling, "What's wrong with talking on the phone while we're here too?"

"You kidding? I'm not trying to be like Dream and Sapnap who still voice call and barely see each other even though they literally live together." You laughed at his comment, making him laugh as well at the absurdity of that situation.

"So what does that mean? You came to sleep here or something?" It was a joke, really. But I mean, why else would this dude be standing here by your door, talking about how he wanted to sleep call but instead found himself here.

"If you'd let me."

You almost choked at how easily he answered, was he joking too or was he actually expecting you to let him climb into bed? To sleep, of course, but it still had you taken-aback.

"You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

You stared at him for a bit before shrugging, "Get in then."

Nothing wrong with 'sleep calling' in person, right? Laying in the same bed, chatting until each other's voices lulled them to sleep. I mean, just because it was in person this time didn't make it any weirder. They'd slept on call together too many times to count. This was fine.

Alex smiled as he closed the door behind him and headed onto your bed, starting to get comfortable.

As you two lay there, you couldn't help but turn to your side and simply stare over at him. His hair to be exact. He'd never had it visible for this long, on group calls, normal calls, or just showing glimpses. It felt so surreal.

"What?" He mumbled.

"It's just- your hair. It looks so nice. You look nice." You smiled at the sight before adding, "You should do a hair reveal already so everybody can see this."

He turned to lay on his side as well so he could be facing you. "Hell no. Plus, doesn't it make you feel special? Being one of the few people who have seen it? Especially up close and personal."

The last part made you realize just how close you two had gotten within the last few seconds. Being at this proximity made you realize a lot more facial details you hadn't noticed before, probably due to camera quality and pixels.

Your hand slowly reached out, coming to a halt next to his head. He realized what you were trying to do and came a bit closer, letting your fingers gently run through his hair. After a few seconds, it all felt too natural.

There you were, laying in bed with Alex, gently playing with his dark locks as you talked about who knows what and simply enjoyed each others company.

This is basically what those late night calls felt like. Except this was definitely way better. It had the physical aspect of it that calls did not. You got to see him in such perfect resolution face to face, without worrying about any possible lag. You both were real. Basking in each others presences happily.

It didn't take too long for you both to fall asleep, and it didn't take too long either for your sleeping bodies to find comfort in the heat sources nearby.

What started as a simple arm draped around the other to steal a bit of body heat turned into having him close enough to smell the scent that lingered on him from his shower. Close enough for his grip on you to feel just a bit too intimate. Close enough where maybe their noses touched.

That was possibly the comfiest 9 hours of sleep either of them had gotten in a long fucking time.

—

The warmth you find yourself surrounded by makes it hard to get out of bed. As you attempt to fall back asleep, you realize that you're not tired. On the contrary, this might be the most satisfied (in terms of energy and sleep) you've felt in a long time.

What the fuck??

That's when that warmth you'd loved not even a minute ago comes to mind. At first you'd thought it might've been the blanket, but one glimpse to the side answers all your questions.

Alex was the one providing you with this comfortable and lovely warmth. He'd come over last night talking about 'sleep calling' in person. How could you forget?

The tension that had spiked in your body at the realization that someone was in bed with you oozed away as you looked at his peaceful state. He looked.. cute.

A few hair strands were on his face, and you couldn't help as your hand instinctively reached out to get them off his face. You hoped it wouldn't wake him up. He looked too peaceful.

As his face came into full view now, you openly stared, noticing the little moles he had all over his face. It was like stars splattered on the night sky.

As your gaze lowered and lingered on his lips, you realized just how pink they really were. And how unbelievably soft-looking they were. It brought you back a memory of his smile from yesterday while you both ate and watched the movie. You hadn't really caught the bit that had made him laugh since you were staring at him. He had a really pretty smile.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that his eyelids had fluttered open, and were now staring up at you.

Oh God. You probably looked like such a creep right now. The heat that was rising up your spine and onto your cheeks must've been obvious, since he let out a small laugh.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

His morning voice took you by surprise. Sure, you'd heard it during calls sometimes, but this was on another level. It was wonderful.

"I was debating whether or not I should wake you up. You looked too peaceful." You answered, trying your best to steady your embarrassment. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He just didn't have to know all the other thoughts that crossed your mind.

He chuckled at that, before stretching a bit. "Thanks for letting me wake up on my own." He sat up, looking over at you with a small, satisfied smile. "That might've been the best sleep I've gotten in a while."

"Me too." You admitted, soft smile on your lips meant for him and him only. He stared back before returning the smile.

You two stayed in peaceful silence before deciding now was probably the best time to get up and get some breakfast with the rest of them. "We should get dressed so we can go eat."

He simply nodded before giving a small wave, heading back to his own room.

It didn't take long before you were heading out of your room and following the faint laughter into the kitchen. They were seated at the table, barely setting plates down and getting ready to eat. Just in time.

"Y/N! Good morning." Karl smiled, waving you over to the available seat beside him. Everybody else called out their good mornings as you got settled into your seat.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Sapnap mumbled from the seat across you. "You and Quackity sleep so fucking much."

You tensed a bit at that. Did they know you two had slept together? In the same bed? Had they tried waking you up and found you two together?

It's not what it looks like, is what you'd probably say as an explanation. Even if they didn't ask for one.

George nods in agreement, "Sapnap and I almost went and knocked on both of your doors. But we figured you both must be tired, so we just came to get breakfast ready."

Okay, perhaps they didn't know. Afterall, they were suggesting that Quackity was still in his own room. "I'm sure he'll get here in a bit." You responded, thanking Dream as he set a cup down on the table for you.

"Finally! Sleeping beauty chooses to come grace us with his presence." Sapnap greeted. You turned your head to see none other than Quackity flipping Sapnap off as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day, and had his hair hidden away with a beanie.

"How'd you sleep?" Bad asks as Alex finally sits down at the table.

"Wonderful. Best sleep I've gotten in a while." His eyes meet yours for a bit, and you can't help but smile at the implications of his words. You'd helped him sleep well. He felt comfy with you. He smiled back before looking back to the cup being given to him.

"Mm that's good." Bad nodded, before serving whatever breakfast him and Dream had managed to cook for everyone. Bad never failed to amaze you, talented as always.

"We were planning on going out today, is everyone up for it?" George asks, looking around the table for any signs of complaints.

"Honestly I'm all for it. I want to spend time with you all, exploring or just looking around." Sapnap answered, to which you cooed.

"Aww Sapnap, we'd love to spend time with you too."

"I'd fucking hope so. Now where did you want to go, George?"

"Dream and I were researching fun things to do here and we found a pretty good list. Just need you all to say yes and we can head out after breakfast."

He wasn't getting any no's, so the plans were set. Everybody ate their breakfasts before heading out the door to wherever Dream and George planned on taking them.

As you all walked to your destination, which wasn't too far according to George, you found yourself walking beside Bad.

"So, Quackity huh?" You ripped your eyes off from where they were to look back at him.

"Huh?"

"You and Quackity." He wasn't elaborating any further, which left you confused.

"What? What about him?"

"Well, you were staring at him right now and-"

"Oh. I zoned out, Bad. I'm sorry. Hopefully you didn't get the wrong idea." You interrupted him, letting out a small laugh.

"Well, that's not really what gave me the 'wrong idea'.. it was mainly the smiles and stares you two were giving each other this morning. And well, in general. Wanna fill me in on something?" He raised his brow, putting some space between you two and the rest of them by slowing his pace.

Your eyes widened slightly as you slowed down as well. "He was staring at me?"

He nodded, before adding "As much as you were staring at him."

You opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, before you heard Dream calling out to you two, saying they found the place. You gave Bad an apologetic smile before walking with him to where the others stood.

You'd come to a place with food, alcohol, and arcade games. You couldn't have expected less from Dream and George. It was perfect for this group.

You watched as Karl and George bought the cards you'd all be using to play the games. Soon after, they came back and handed everyone their card. Everyone was ready to split off to play different games.

"Y/N and I are going to fetch a table so we can leave our stuff there." Bad said with a smile. You looked over at him knowingly before nodding in agreement.

The rest of them nodded, Sapnap grabbing Dream's arm and racing off with him to the games. Karl, George, and Quackity went off to another game, excited chatter following them.

You walked beside Bad in search of a table quietly, watching as he looked around before finally approaching a table big enough to seat you all.

He sat down, looking at you expectantly. You did the same and cleared your throat as his gaze remained on you. You let out a small sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He smiled a bit at that. "I mean, he came to my room last night, said he couldn't sleep, and then we slept together. That's it."

You watched as his eyes widened slightly at the information he'd just gotten before your own eyes widened.

"Wait- no no! Not like that. I meant he literally slept with me. Like we fell asleep together." You could feel the heat rushing up to your face. "He said he got used to our sleep calling and I just let him sleep in my bed. It was really comfy."

You looked up, his stunned face making the heat rise faster. "Woah. I thought the cheeky little glances you guys were giving each other was things starting to get good, but you already shared a bed with him??" He let out an amused laugh.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bad. We sleep call all the time.." You felt sort of embarrassed, hearing his reactions and telling him things that felt more intimate than they should be.

"Uh? Not a big deal?? You're kidding right?" He let out a laugh, happy smile on his face. "You guys like each other!"

"Bad-! Keep it down please.. and we certainly do not." You were sweating at this point, Bad was so energetic and happy right now, and the thought of Alex hearing any of this had you on edge.

But the most discomforting part of it all was how much truth his words held. Did you actually like him?

"Am I lying, y/n?"

I don't know, is what you would've said, if it wasn't for the confusion clouding all your senses.

"y/n?"

You looked over at him, mouth slightly open, trying to form your thoughts. "You really think I like him?"

"I mean, I've been having a feeling. Since before the meet up."

What? Was it obvious for everyone? How had it taken this long for you to realize it? Those intrusive thoughts while you were staring at him this morning in bed. Had those always been there? Was he aware of your possible feelings?

"Holy fuck, Bad. A lot of it is starting to make sense." Your eyes were slightly wide from the fear of what this implied. What this meant for your friendship with him. "I-I think I do like him."

He seemed to notice how tense and shocked you looked, so he reached out and held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

At the moment, you were connecting all the pieces, and things were slowly starting to make sense. Why you acted a certain way around him, random thoughts thinking he was cute, the need to meet him as soon as possible. God, why had it taken so long for you to realize?

"I mean, at least you ended up liking a nice muffin, right?" It sounded more like a question, which had you letting out a laugh. "What I mean is that he's a good guy, liking him isn't horrible. I can see why you'd end up liking him. Plus- I think everyone can see you two are pretty close."

His words helped ease the tension building up in your shoulders, but your head was still spinning. "I know he's nice, but in what sense? As in, I'll confess and he'll reject me nicely?" You paused, tensing up at just the thought of how awkward that would be. "I'd hate to ruin our friendship just because my dumbass caught feelings."

"Language." He mumbles, before letting out a small sigh. "He's nice as in he'll be understanding if he DOES reject you. But did you miss the last part of my speech? I said your friendship with Quackity is very different, anyone can tell you guys are really close. I can see where these feelings might've come from."

"Just because we're close doesn't excuse me having feelings for him. I mean, what does that say about me? Unable to have close friends without growing romantic feelings for them?" Your voice sounds hushed, as if it's dangerous to admit your feelings out loud.

"I'd say we're close friends, do we have romantic feelings for each other?" He asks softly, playing with your fingers absent-mindedly.

"I mean, I love you tons."

"I love you too, but it's not in the way you like Quackity, right?"

You kept quiet, gently biting at the inside of your cheek. Your brain was looking for ways to invalidate your feelings, tell you it wasn't right, but Bad was fighting through that and trying to reason with you.

"We both love all of our friends, and are really close to them.. but what you and Quackity have is different. I can see why you ended up liking him. Plus.. I really don't think he'd reject you. In fact, I think he likes you too."

"Bad." You warned, unsure you could handle overthinking the possibility that he liked you too right now. The realization of your own feelings was already too much.

"I'm just saying." He says, raising both hands in playful surrender. The sight elicits a small laugh from you.

But maybe.. maybe you were a bit curious. "You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Plus, this is coming from someone who's been friends with both of you for a very long time. I see and notice things."

"Thank you, Bad. I really appreciate you and just‐ thanks for talking this through with me." It's honest and raw. He'd watched you sit at this table, trying to work everything out in your brain, and had just been endlessly supportive.

"Of course. I'm here if you need anything, alright? Now, just relax and let's go play some games, yeah?"

"Okay.. let's go!" You smiled and tugged at his hand, leading him over to where Sapnap and Dream were playing.

There was no way you were letting your own feelings ruin the fun of good food and some arcade games. You'd deal with that later.

—

Bad's advice and pep talks are top tier, but sometimes he oversteps. He doesn't mean any harm, but at times it is just too much. This is one of those times.

There's just a few days left before the big convention, and honestly the time spent together so far has been an absolute bliss. And well-spent considering you've all been out and about more often.

You find yourself in the living room with all of them, joking around and making up stupid songs while Quackity plays a beat he claimed to have made himself on his phone. It's peaceful, and no joke is taken too far. Until Bad starts trying to be the 'best wingman', as he likes to claim.

"Quackity, you should write a song for them, and perform it here in front of everyone." He says as he nudges you suggestively, a knowing smile on his face. It's so sudden and you need to make sure you heard correctly. You can feel yourself tense up at the thought of Quackity making a song dedicated to you. Specifically you. No one else.

Of course, it comes off as a joke, but since Bad knows you like Quackity it just seems way more personal. It seems like he's making it so obvious, but maybe everyone else is painfully oblivious. Clueless.

"Wow Bad. You just want him to roast the shit out of me, don't you? That's messed up." You make a noise of disappointment, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

George laughs at that, "Wowww Bad, that's pretty messed up. But you should, Quackity. Make one about Y/N and their muffins. It'll be funny." George didn't know a thing, but it felt like he was making it worse. As if there was a specific reason why they teased him into making a song about you.

With the playful cheering of everyone around him, he cleared his throat and a new beat started to play on his phone. Before you knew it, he was singing about your fictional muffins and how he would order a dozen, and found a way to include Rat slander in there as well.

Maybe you were stressing out for no reason at all. Perhaps you were the only one taking it weirdly and everyone else was just joking around making stupid songs up on the spot. You took a deep breath, and began to relax.

As the night continued, you tried to avoid any possible spotlight, focusing on getting George and Sapnap to go at each other, and the others egging them on so all you really had to do was watch the chaos ensue. It would all just lead to Sapnap calling the rest of them out and starting more playful fights.

As arguments kept coming up, the one you'd all been talking about on that one stream came to mind.

"Wait.. we still haven't done that height check between Quackity and Sapnap." Karl said with a shocked laugh. "How many days have we been together exactly?"

"Too long." Dream chimed in, eager to see the short people fighting over height they didn't have. At least not compared to him.

"Oh yeah huh." Sapnap said in realization. "Stand the fuck up right now, Quackity." He stood to his full height, puffing up his chest to try and appear taller or bigger.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "You guys only brought that up because I was clearly beating you guys in that argument."

"Okay? Stand up then."

If you were a person passing by hearing this conversation, you'd think a brawl was about to break out. Maybe you'd call security. But having context, it really was just Sapnap in his arguing mood, petty and trying to prove a point. There was no way he was sitting down until he proved he was taller than Quackity.

A small grumble of disapproval left Quackity's mouth before he stood to full height. Bad walked over and lead Quackity towards Sapnap, telling them to stand back to back so everyone could see the height difference.

You sat there in anticipation as Bad got them set up, watched as they compared heights very carefully, watched as the results were announced, and watched as Sapnap cheered and screamed some shit in Quackity's face when it turned out he was a few inches taller than Alex.

To make things funnier, Dream walked over in amusement and checked their height difference himself, making the other two look so much smaller than they already did. It was always a pleasant shock seeing just how tall Dream was compared to the average person.

This lead to height checks between all of them, trying to figure out who was the tallest (easy) and who was the shortest.

After everyone had gotten tired from the playful arguments and day they had, they began leaving to their rooms to freshen up or get comfy, probably needing a break from the banter.

Dream, George, and Karl had agreed to go pick up something to eat while the rest of you guys stayed in the living room. Just chatting now, relaxing, no height wars or petty arguments. Kinda.

"By the way, I found this one cool shop with a bunch of anime stuff. You're coming with me to check it out, right?" Sapnap asks, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you all while scrolling on your phones.

You looked up in confusion, not sure who he was talking to. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look that said he was waiting for your response. "You wanna go with me?" You ask, a bit shocked since you'd expect him to go with Karl or something.

"Duh. We could look through the whole shop and see what we can find. Maybe go eat afterwards." He explains with a smile. He seems excited, and his energy is just so contagious, you can't help but smile as well.

"Well, since we're all here I'm assuming we're invited as well. Right, Sapnap?"

It's Quackity, inserting himself into the conversation, eyebrows raised and lawyer voice on, ready to fight Sapnap on this. This earns him a scoff from Sapnap.

"Don't think you'll wanna come with us. I know it's not really your thing."

"Sapnap, I'm sure he can join. Don't you see he's pouting? Plus, I'm sure food will cheer the baby up." You tease, watching as Quackity's facial expression changes into a scowl.

"Yeah right. Plus, it's rude to ask them out in front of Bad and I. We're literally their plus twos."

Bad snorts. "Plus twos? He's definitely not letting us tag along now."

Sapnap nods. "You literally have so many other days you can spend with them. Let me have my moment. Ask them out yourself if you want later."

You stiffen at the implication he's making, unable to stop the confused frown that appears on your face.

"Whatever." Quackity mumbles, before quickly switching the conversation to his beanie and what he should do to stop fans from snatching it off his head.

The topic of conversation is interesting, and quite frankly very funny, but you can't help but focus on Sapnap's comment.

Surely, he meant no harm. But you can't help the feeling that your little secret you'd shared with Bad was growing more noticeable. And if Sapnap knew? How long would it take for Quackity to realize and push you away?

"Y/N?"

You blink away your state of confusion as you refocus on the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said, how does superglue sound? For his beanie and stuff." Bad had been calling out to you, trying to reinvite you into the conversation. Apparently, you'd been quiet for a while.

"You're such an asshole, Bad. You just want to see me bald so bad." Quackity huffed.

"Not true! Also language."

Bittersweet. Your own thoughts were ruining the fun conversation your friends were having. How to answer this without seeming too obvious? Not like a pining idiot?

"I mean, so what if your hair falls out? The beanie will cover it. It's worth it."

"Plus," adds Sapnap, "your fans have been saying you're bald anyway. Prove them right."

"You're all no help to me and my problems." Quackity finally mutters, earning a laugh from the three of you.

His problems. You wouldn't wanna add another by making him have to deal with a friend trying to get out of the friend zone. You really need to get your feelings in check.

Honestly, you need to get better at hiding this shit. You can't just keep going quiet or getting lost in thought whenever someone suggests anything NOT platonic between you and Alex. I mean, it's ridiculous at this point. Bad is giving you stares, Sapnap might know by now, George might know. Hell, maybe even Quackity knows.

Too much. As soon as the others get back, you excuse yourself and call it a day.

—

Sapnap had been serious about going to that Japanese shop. He'd woken you up early, made you get dressed, and was dragging you out the house before the others could bat an eyelid.

Honestly? You'd had a lot of fun. Watching him look through all the items, picking out everything he wanted, getting matching plushies and these tiny figurines that ended up being too fucking expensive for their size. He'd been so happy, you even offered to pay for his meal in exchange for what he'd bought you earlier.

Throughout your adventures with Sapnap, you received a few notifications from Quackity, asking what you guys were up to, when you'd be back, and whether Sapnap was forcing you to stay over there with him. Sapnap and you rolled your eyes at that last bit, sending him a picture of you two flipping off the camera. All jokes, of course, and in return you received a picture of Quackity doing the same. Then he began claiming that you guys could stay there all day for all he cared.

"Seems like someone is jealous." Sapnap had said after reading Quackity's messages. You looked over at him in surprise before he quickly pocketed your phone, dragging you along to a new section of the store he'd wanted to check out.

Did Sapnap really think so? Could there be a chance Alex actually liked you, like Bad had suggested?

Beside your overthinking, the day had been well-spent, and by the time you got home, you were ready to get out of your outside clothes and into your PJs.

As you finally walked out into the living room, you watched with an amused smile as Sapnap sat with the rest of them, showing them everything he had bought at the shop, including little gifts he'd brought for them all.

No matter how 'careless', he came across, Sapnap was truly a softie. It was endearing watching him hand out the gifts you two had bought at the shop.

You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside Quackity and giving him a smile as he raised his brow. "Don't think I forgot that picture you sent me earlier today."

"You know I didn't mean it." You mumbled as you returned your gaze to Sapnap and his cheerful smile.

"You owe me an apology. And you need to make it up to me."

You scoffed at that, "You flipped me off too."

"And? You did it first. I'm the injured party here."

"Fine." You sighed, turning you gaze back at him. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Mmm.. how about we 'sleep call' again?" You froze at his suggestion, looking over at the others to see if they were listening in on your conversation.

They weren't, all too entranced with the small rant Bad was going on about a certain manga Sapnap had bought.

How could this man just admit that you two slept together with his whole chest. Without a care in the world for who was listening.

"Is that really all you want?" Stunned was the only word to truly describe how you were feeling at the moment.

"I mean, for now. I'll have to see tomorrow if I feel any better."

You rolled your eyes at that. He would most likely take advantage of that and drag it on for as long as he could. "Did you really miss me that much, Alex? Need to make up for the time lost today?"

"Wow. You're trying to make me look desperate now?"

"I just think that's how an outsider listening in on our conversation would interpret it."

"Y'know what? Let's go right now. Since you wanna call me desperate."

Again. Stunned. How was this man acting like it was nothing? This shit wasn't normal. Last time wasn't too bad because you didn't know, but now? You'd be too focused on not making it seem romantic, just purely platonic laying on the same bed together with your friend who you don't have feelings for.

It didn't take long for everyone to start heading to their rooms. He excused himself, and you followed a few minutes after, heading to your room in a daze.

As you waited for him to come to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be the same as last time. Would you be able to play with his hair or cuddle close in a strictly platonic way? Maybe you could call him bro a few times so it didn't seem like you liked him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and revealing him in all his glory. He looked so comfy, and the beanie was once again nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but you felt this was his way of letting you know he trusted you. That he was truly comfortable around you.

This time, he felt more at ease entering your personal space. He got into bed and got comfy on his own. It didn't take long before he was facing you again, just like last time.

You smiled at him and did the same as him, your previous plans of putting distance and calling him bro getting thrown out the window at this new sight of him.

He looked so cute, just laying there and looking at you. He looked so warm too, you couldn't wait until you actually got to pull him close and blame it on your sleepy state.

"So," he started, "how was your date with Sapnap?"

Huh? The tone really caught you off guard.

"It wasn't a date. We just went to look at some manga he wanted, and got little gifts for everyone. Went to eat."

"Sounds like a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Well, it wasn't. Why does it matter to you though?"

"It doesn't."

"Then?? You jealous or something?" You raised a brow, genuinely confused, but also wanting to see his reaction to the last bit. Maybe it'd give you some insight on his feelings for you. If there was any.

"I'm just making sure! Sue me for trying to respect anything that could possibly be going on between you two." He paused. "I wouldn't want to be asking you to sleep with me and then it turns out you and Sapnap are a thing."

You paused and simply stared at him. Was this dude serious? He was worried about you and Sapnap dating, when in reality you liked HIM? Sick and twisted.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Sapnap and I aren't a thing. I like someone else." You answered, and honestly you don't know why you said that.

He paused for a bit, expression unreadable before simply nodding. "And is it possible to know who this someone is??"

How did you end up in this position? It wasn't that long ago that you were confessing to Bad about your feelings for Alex while surrounded by fucking arcade games. And now you were in bed with him while he asked who your crush was. Leave it to you to mess up this badly.

You took a few more moments to just lay there with him, hand eventually going to his hair and gently playing with it. "I don't want to ruin anything." You finally responded.

It was the truth. You could just tell him, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your revelation lead to him growing distant, or him rejecting you and ruining the rest of the trip.

At that, he sat up, making your hand slip out from where it had been playing with his hair. "Are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

You sat up as well, staring at him for a bit before shaking your head. "I'm afraid you'll hurt mine."

"I wouldn't dare." He said reassuringly, hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

It might've been the adrenaline rushing through your body, or the pessimist in you just telling you to get over with it, but you sat there and confessed that you liked him.

At first, there wasn't much of a response beside his wide eyes and stunned smile. You didn't necessarily know what that meant. Was he on the verge of laughter or was he shocked because he liked you as well?

The silence was killing you, and you swear you could feel tears threatening to spill as he continued to just stare. Nothing could've possibly been worst than his silence at that moment.

"You really do like me? Me, Alex Quackity?" Were his first words, and you watched as he shook his head, as if he was trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't expect you to feel the same or-"

"No no. You like me?"

He was trying to get you to repeat it, or admit it again, but it was torture.

"... I do."

He smiled at that, coming closer and using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Yeah? Well, it's your lucky day because.. I like you too."

You really couldn't believe what you were hearing. Bad had been right about him liking you as well. If he found out, he'd brag about being right and being the 'best wingman' for so long.

"Seriously?" It never hurt to double check.

"Yeah."

And with that, the distance between you two was closed. Soft lips pressed against each other awkwardly at first, not used to kissing your best friend, but it soon melted into a sweet first kiss.

After he pulled away, you gently cupped his cheeks as well, smiling at just how unbelievable this was. The guy you'd been unknowingly pining for this whole time actually liked you back, and you'd just kissed him on your bed. Bonus: he was staying the whole night for some cuddles.

You laid back down, pulling him with you and simply wrapped your arms around him, leaving small and shy kisses on his cheek, not used to this at all, testing what was okay and what wasn't. But his smile and kisses he was giving you as well told you he was more than fine with this.

"Does this make up for it?" You mumble against his own lips, teasing tone evident.

"Yes, yes it does."

—

The next morning was when the countdown finally came to an end. The day you'd all been waiting for; The Convention.

You knew this meant getting up, eating breakfast, and starting to get ready. It was a big day.

But when Quackity wanted to lay down for just a bit longer, how could you possibly say no?

This lead to you both having to walk out of your room and head straight to the kitchen 15 minutes later. There was no time to waste by pretending to have come out of your own rooms and at different times.

As you both approached the dinner table and sat down, you realized the table was dead silent, all eyes on both of you.

You looked up, making eye contact with Bad. He had this knowing grin on his face, and you couldn't help it as you felt the heat rushing up to your face. Quackity seemed unfazed by it all, simply yawning and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"So did it work or what?" Sapnap broke the silence, an expectant look on his face as he stared between you and Quackity.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, now feeling very confused.

Bad couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and burst out into happy giggles.

"Well we were trying to make Alex get jealous so he could finally make a move. Did he do it?" Sapnap asked. Karl was smiling wide, trying to cover it with the sleeve of his sweater.

Did this mean that Karl, Sapnap, and Bad all knew you two liked each other? Had these three plotted this shit? Getting you two to realize your own feelings?

"What? You did that shit on purpose?" It was Quackity's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Duh. We figured we'd give you guys a little push in the right direction." Sapnap had a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Your friends had worked together to make you both come to terms with your feelings. Since you two were so oblivious. Wow.

"I hate to say it since it means you actually helped,,, but it did work. We talked last night and well.. we both confessed." There was a soft smile on his lips as he told the others about what had happened.

Bad let out a small cheer, clapping his hands excitedly before congratulating you both on talking out your feelings.

"Okay now that the lovebirds are finally together, let's finish breakfast and start getting ready. Remember today is a big day!" Dream said, sounding quite excited himself.

You'd honestly forgotten for a few minutes because of the whiplash of your friends confessing they were playing cupid.

Today was the convention. The whole reason you'd all traveled out here. This whole trip had been lovely, leading up to the final event.

And you'd be leaving with a date, and good memories spent with fans and friends.

<3

[itsonlydana]

"an ugly thing called jealousy"➷ Foolish

➛ pairing: c!Foolish x gn!reader

➛ idea: Foolish marries Quackitys son Kyle for tax reasons but what effects has this marriage on your secret relationship?

➛ tags/warnings: jealousy, hurt/comfort

➛ an: Foolish is back and with him came a flood of fic ideas like this one. I´m not sure how canon all of this was but have this small piece of whatever went down in foolishs stream-

➛ tagging: @icarusthefoolish

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

The plastic cup in your hand cracked under the firm grip of your right hand slowly forming into a fist, the previously untouched water spilling over the rim and dripping down your tense fingers. You were on the verge of just hurling the cup across the room, preferably right into the flirtatious face of Kyle.

Kyle, who had suddenly appeared, claiming he was Quackity's son, while making himself comfortable in Las Nevadas as if he had always been here. 

Kyle, who had married Foolish on the first day for purely tax reasons and had not left the side of the -to be honest tortured looking- demigod since. 

The sight of the newly married, oh so happy we finally found each other, couple made your blood boil, especially the overly affectionate touches from both sides, like Foolish's arm around Kyle's waist and this stranger's hands wandering and patting over Foolish's chest. It was hard and heartbreaking to watch Foolish give his attention to someone else who wasn't you, and every prolonged look between the two of them tore your heart into little pieces, and every touch made you realize how far away you were from such a happy and public relationship. 

No one knew of the secret that Foolish and you protected with everything you had, of stolen kisses behind sand dunes, slow mornings between the sheets, and nights filled with intangible dreams of a wedding like this one, only that you would marry for love, not taxes. 

The celebration of the now married golden couple of Las Nevadas was too loud for your taste, yet the only thing you could hear was the awful laughter of Kyle, who just stood on his tiptoes and whispered something in Foolish's ear that made him laugh too.

It even looked like a real laugh, that was probably the worst of it, and the realization that Foolish might actually see in Kyle a partner with whom life was significantly easier than with you made itself felt heavily in your chest. It was an ugly jealousy, one you wouldn't give in to with a promise to Foolish, and yet you couldn't stand to be in that room full of joy anymore.

Without looking to the couple one last time, you fled the crushing image of a future you couldn't afford, out of the bar where the wedding party had wandered and out into the surprisingly cold night air. You had no real destination as you trudged through the sand away from Las Nevadas, and yet you arrived at the place you just needed to be. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you let yourself fall into the cool sand, your back turned to the Eiffel Tower. 

It wasn't long before you heard footsteps behind you and a large shadow fell across your huddled form. "You left," Foolish said, confused and slightly sad as he sat down beside you, his knees pressed against yours and one arm propped behind you. 

"Sorry I didn't feel like watching the newlyweds have their best day," you snorted, not giving in to the open invitation to snuggle up to him. You were pissed, not at Foolish directly, but at the universe and Quackity and Las Nevada's shitty rules that forbade relationships between co-workers. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Foolish's furrowed brow as he eyed you. "(y/n)" his voice was low, so low that you turned your head now after all "we had talked about it. If you hadn't been okay with it, then I never would have taken Kyle up on his offer."

You clicked your tongue, trying to think of the best way to explain to Foolish that you were jealous and hurt without telling him exactly what you felt. It wasn't fair to him, he had sought and valued your opinion from the beginning, why you were now starting to rebuild those walls long since left behind was a mystery even to you. What you did you might have done at the beginning of your relationship, when you didn't know each other better than anyone else and had nothing to hide from each other, unless it was a surprise. 

Jealousy is passion that seeks with eagerness what creates suffering- and you had fallen right into her trap. 

But as so often, you didn't have to tell Foolish what thought carousels were spinning in your head and making you dizzy, he noticed it too without a single one of the words that were hard for you to say passing your lips. His gaze softened as soon as he spotted the little devil on your shoulder. "The wedding was nothing but public relations and a tax scam, there were no real feelings and certainly no love," Foolish said.

The devil kept screaming in your ear, reminding you of the touches and the loving looks, blurring the reality so that the real picture was unrecognizable through your fears and worst anxieties. If it weren't for Foolish, who slid closer to you until you were pressed into his side and he nudged his nose lightly against your temple, you might have lost the battle against that jealousy altogether. 

"You know" he murmured and breathed a feather light kiss on your temple "If it weren't for Quackity's rules I would have walked you down the aisle by now, I have no doubt" He kissed you again, on your furrowed brows, on the tip of your nose and finally his lips hovered over yours. "I love you, and no one else in this world," he promised you, before bridging the inch between you and adding truth to his words.

[kadextra]

q!Forever & q!Bad, comedy and tragedy are two sides of the same coin

(little meta rp analysis & appreciation)

Comedy and tragedy- complimentary concepts when it comes to the dynamic that is these two characters.

Their lore together is truly like a soap opera to me in the way it operates, entertaining in how goofy it is- I laughed so much during interrodate. They had a whole elaborate musical prank war over a stolen gun (which neither of them even had, they’re just too dedicated to the bit.) The first thing they say to each other after q!Forever returns from the nether is “You look terrible!” 💀 and my guy gifted a bloody chainsaw as the flower of the day to q!Bad in purgatory 1 which was happily accepted.

Even when the characters show attraction for each other, it’s usually through some ridiculous romcom thing. q!Forever is in love with q!Bad dressed as pink barbie and thinks photos of her are the best gift a person could ever receive?? 🤨 q!Bad daydreams about q!Forever as a lobster with blonde hair and a six-pack??? brother be projecting him onto larry the lobster from spongebob squarepants dude what is wrong with them 😭 sometimes I wonder how they’re able to do all these bits in improv and take it seriously, it’s impressive

The characters are not normal, their relationship is not normal, it cannot be viewed normally. the ccs know exactly what they’re doing in creating whatever *gestures* this is, and it’s amazing. over the top, cute, played perfectly for comedy

But the characters aren’t just that, you can’t have them without the inverse 🎭 like a punch to the gut after all the sillies, they really know how to do tragedy well.

I very much look forward to whenever they’re at the top of their angst game, bc they both LOVE to make their cubitos suffer. to an insane degree. My god these two can’t go 3 days with their characters experiencing some peace and joyful whimsy, they *must* rp their ocs actively dying, horribly diseased, going crazy

And they go hard with it. I’m very serious when I say multiple times during the lore I’ve had to get up and walk away to calm down because it was too intense. super special shoutout to the q!Forever first happy pills arc stream & October 1st q!Bad psychotic breakdown stream. I’ve never been so shocked as I was watching those live, the stamina to do highly emotional rp like that is actually nuts. some of the most angsty mfs on this server fr (the #1 spot goes to quackity though. hey maybe i’ll make a tierlist)

So when Bad & Forever bring the best of their angst ability into serious rp interactions together that Aren’t comedic…? we are in for a treat. that talk they had right when q!cellbit died to the code, the richas rescue mission, the election, voting arguments, post-ron kidnapping, colorblind test/therapy, flower of the day. many scenes that are seared into my mind, but none is more so than The Happy Pills Proposal. goosebumps whenever I think about it… the scene ever. the way it was framed, the lines they said, how it had tense, chilling buildup before a literal explosion. how are these people capable of doing the most silly things and then turning around to stab us in the heart 50 times

So you bet I’m crossing my fingers for a meeting between @v@ & q!Bad. Forever is absolutely killing the role so far. If q!Bad gets involved I can already taste the glorious angst…. since he has specific traumatic experience in also being possessed, & having killed his possessed friends in another life. he recalled the memory when talking about how to save q!Forever last night. fun! *shaking*

anyways that’s all :D love these characters, I had been wanting to do a little meta appreciation post for a while so I thought why not now ^^

[mellohidisc]

╰ ☆ ╮ 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆 - window climber ✰⋆

1.1k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦." // "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘺."

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: quackity x reader, waitress!yn

the light from the streetlamps leaked into the diner, casting a stream of light over one of the booths, dust floating in it just visible enough to see from where you were sitting. its not any high-class establishment of course, but you couldn't deny the tip money from those misogynistic old men wasn't good sometimes. you sighed in relief, placing down the last set of silverware you had to roll and slumped down, sinking into the booth. you threw your head back onto the seat, shutting your eyes tightly.

you've been at work since 8am and it was now midnight, every bone in your body ached. usually your shifts were normal, around six or maybe eight hours but never this long. you couldn't blame your managers, you guys were shorthanded and you were the only one with enough free time to do it but damn were you exhausted. you gathered the will to get up out of the booth and to carry the basket of silverware back to the kitchen. you placed it upon the counter and felt a spark of joy light up inside you. you could finally go home. you grabbed your keys and sweater, pulling it over yourself and headed towards the restaurant doors turning off all the lights on your way out. walking out, you made sure to lock up the doors so your managers would not crucify you.

you shut your car door, rather harshly. you felt the pain in your back ease from sitting down yet again. your phone screen light up brightly in the dark car, and you glanced over at the screen quickly white turning the car key.

[12:10am] alex <3

you smiled at yourself but decided that he could wait till you got home since you were relatively tired and just wanted to be able to lay down in your own bed. you shifted the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking space. you always loved the aesthetic of driving at night, going fast and blaring music passing each and every streetlamp on your way home. it was comforting, a little escape from the world for only a moment.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

with your phone flashlight in hand, you unlocked the front door of your apartment. placing your sweater onto the rack and your keys alongside it, you walked your way into the kitchen opening the fridge. you grabbed a monster and a bag of carrots, making you scrunch your noise.

"damn, i have to go grocery shopping."

closing the fridge door, you tiredly made your way down the hallway to your bedroom where you say...a light peeking through the bottom of the door. you frowed your brows, "what the fuck?" you began to think. placing your hand on the door handle, you opened the door slowly and was hit with a wave of relief. it was just your computer; you must have not turned it off before you left but you could have sworn you did but honestly at this point the mornings seem to blend. You shut the door with your foot, placed your drink down on your beside table, and proceeded to head to your dresser to pull out a large shirt. You decided that you would just take a shower in the morning, you could not be bothered to stand any longer. Quickly, you change out of your work clothes and into the shirt, and shuffled your self under the bed covers. You took a large gulp of your drink, feeling slightly more awake. It was most definitely because of the placebo effect but you didn’t care, you just wanted to stay awake a little bit longer so you could talk to Alex. You unlocked your phone, immediately heading to messages.

[12:10am] alex <3 : mi princesa, are you off of work yet?

[12:15am] alex <3 : y/n? hellooo

[12:16am] alex <3 : okay well if one of your neighbors call the cops on me im making sure they lock you up first.

You giggled at your phone, shaking your head at his dramatic self. Mi princesa…its silly how a little pet name like that can make your stomach turn. You began to type, but jumped at the noise of something hitting your window. Okay now what the actual fuck?

[12:30am] y/n : okay what the fuck is that you alex?

Thud.

[12:30am] y/n: alex stop fucking around it isn’t funny.

Thud. Thud.

Jesus fucking christ. You pulled the covers off of yourself, stomping heavily over the to your bedroom window, yanking the curtains aside. You get yourself ready to scream and yell, until you see a dimwit with a smiling grin and beanie. All the tension left your body, seeing Alex start to burst into laughter, holding himself up on the railing of the fire escape. Shaking your head, you unlocked the bedroom window, pulling it up enough in order to let Alex climb in.

“Cariña, did I scare you?” He says half sincere, the laughter building up in the back of his throat.

You groaned, closing the window door and locking it once again.

“You have to stop breaking into my house.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you gave me a key.”

You know he’s right, but he’s not allowed to be right.

“Or you could have knocked on the front door like a normal person.” You point out, climbing back into bed facing away from him. You felt the bed dip beside you, and of course you couldn’t help but smile.

“but its more fun to come through the window, its like im in the the cartel or something.”

“how does that even make sense?”

“it just does what do you mean? You mean you super macho boyfriend couldn’t make it in the cartel?”

You scoffed at his remark and shook your head no.

“Whatever you’re just a hater mi amor, come here so I can hold you.” He says softly, placing his hand on your arm. You groan in discomfort.

“God no. I smell gross.”

I could just feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He pulled me down onto my back so he could look at me.

“Do you think I really care?’ he says sternly, laying himself down.

“Now come here please. I’ve missed you.”

You knew there was no fighting it. You shuffled yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other petted your hair, playing with it. He placed a small kiss upon the top of your head.

You could just feel your heart melt.

[sheepwasfound]

dnf moments caught from within the chaos (every single one)

 march 10th george alt stream

 ***

first video:

00:11:40-00:12:30 "is that george from dreamhunt?"

00:20:37-00:21:10 g:"me and dream argue about the stupidest things"

(many good sap/gogy sibling moments! and then...)

00:26:49 dream joins in secret and george tries to figure it out

00:27:26 dream gives himself away with a chuckle

00:27:55-00:29:00 "i was watching George's stream, i didn't even know you were streaming"

00:34:08-00:34:45 lil uk travel ban talk

00:36:46 g:"'late nights in the middle of june' this is true x2"

00:37:52-00:38:10 1.5 inches elephant still on george's desk

00:40:56-00:41:12 dream chuckling going "george is so salty"

00:49:04 dream hasn't paid george the $1,000 from geoguessr

00:49:50 dream tries to get george to play geoguessr

00:50:18-00:50:45 george tells dream about dreamhunt guy

00:53:37 d:"im on literally negative sleep"

00:55:57 g:"'tell dream you love him' no."

00:56:27-00:57:00 g:"'george you're the hottest piece of ass in dreamhunt' is that true dream?", d:"maybe it is" + "you're such an idiot"

00:57:14-00:57:54 dream tries to think of who in one direction each one of them are, can't choose for george

00:59:12 d:"he's like the most annoying person on the planet" (prob cus he can't focus on chess cus of gogy)

01:17:36 sapnap doesn't reply to george, dream replies immediately

01:19:26-01:19:40 + 01:21:56-01:22:50 talking about george exposing dream for the s*x tiktok

01:24:13 g:"ok i'm gonna go get water. dream, entertain my stream."

01:29:55-01:32:00 george and sapnap argue over servers, simp dream settles it w/ a "coin flip" (rigged)

01:33:40-01:34:50 sapnap waited for dream to wake up for burger day, s:"george wishes he coulda been a part of that"

01:36:12 d:"i was actually writing lyrics this morning"

01:40:37-01:42:12 stonks talk g:"what do i invest in?" d:"me"

(dreamnap moments interval here...)

01:50:14 s:"should i tweet out a picture of your girlfriend george?", d:"it's gonna be like a picture of my yt icon"

01:52:11-01:52:43 d:"'dnf arc'? yeah maybe", g:"is it a joke to you?"

01:52:57-01:53:11 sapnap and dream don't send george good morning texts & it upsets him

01:53:13-01:53:45 george didn't laugh at dream's joke, so dream calls him out for not paying attention

01:53:51 g:"'pretty privilege is real and you have it!' is this true dream?" d:"yeah. yeah"

01:54:13-01:54:55 sapnap accusing george of having a girlfriend, g:“dream, should we just tell them?”

01:59:30-01:59:50 g:“’can you say bleepbleep dream?’ no i can’t say that”, d:”just say it. george.”

02:02:00 g:“’is it true quackity and dream constantly fight for your love?’ it’s true”

02:02:10-02:03:00 d:”we were in our, like, linked arc. except for opposites …attract”

02:03:30 dream starts going through his texts with george

02:04:30 d:”my favorite number is…one second, i’m pulling up my george contact”

02:05:35-02:06:20 dream reads out their texts about waking up at the same time & having s*x

02:06:33-02:08:00 george’s “ayo muffin man” text to dream where he asked if he could make a joke about dream’s cheating drama, d:”you were being a good friend”

02:07:02 g:”we don’t text that much” d:”we text, like, everyday, but…”

02:08:36 first video ends

***

second video:

00:10:35 george shoots dnf on a wall, d:”you’re so dumb”, s:”what?”, d:”george”

00:14:30 g:”dream come baaaaackk”

00:16:22 dream in the bg laughing alone “this text is so funny! this text is amazing” (note: he started going through their texts, like, 20 mins ago)

00:17:25-00:17:58 george’s first text to dream: “hi loser”, sapnap asking about his first text, d:”that’s different”

00:20:38-00:21:00 s:”maybe if you were watching my stream instead of watching george’s all the time” + s:“maybe if you weren’t in your, like, dnf arc all the time”

00:22:40-00:23:15 g:“’george and dream’s brotherly relationship is so iconic’ brotherly?”, d:”someone in chat said ‘the alabama arc’”

00:26:05-00:26:30 pickle dick g:”dick-…dip his hands in the pickle jar”

00:27:05 d:”you’re an idiot george, you’re such a, you’re such a dick”

00:30:29-00:41:45 discussion about covid travel rules and george going to florida, george heatedly going through every possible trick to get there but dream being responsible about it

00:34:00 g:”dream, get me a private jet”

00:34:56 g:”i’ll just stay”, d:”for how long?”, g:”forever.”

00:36:13 gnf charity for private jet and then george will grapple down from a helicopter, d:”you’re such an idiot x2”

00:36:51 g:”i’m not actually joking” + g:”no it’s not impossible!” *checks cost of a private jet*

00:38:20 d:”you need to double it cus you have to go back” g:”i’m not going back. i’m not going back”

00:38:38 about deportation g:”dream, you can just protect me dream, just don’t let them take me away”

00:39:29 about deportation g:”then what if i never go back, what if i just never go back?”

00:40:01 g:”wait i have an idea dream. what if you just married me?” s:”you’re not allowed to marry someone to get them in the country”, g:”well that’s not the only reason”

00:41:13 g:”’sounds like dream doesn’t wanna meet you’ yeah he doesn’t”

00:43:43 g:”to be fair you are in your silly goose arc”, d:”i’m not in any goose arc” *mutual giggling*

00:44:45-00:45:25 discussion about obama escorting george on his private jet

00:47:38 dono:“you visiting dream is not a no, it’s a not yet”

00:50:21 g:”’just admit it, you’re madly in love with dream and you’re using this as an excuse to marry him’ no. this is false”, g:”i’m in my hating dream arc right now” d:”well, i mean … it’s about to be in a different arc though”

00:50:40 finishing each other’s sentences

00:50:50 s:”i wish karl was here.”, s:”at least i would have someone to be like, in love with, jesus”

00:51:29 d:”sapnap third wheel arc” s:”you guys may flirt and stuff, but me and you have physical s*x” d:”oh my goddd, what the hell?! that’s too far!”

00:54:43 sapnap teasing george about being able to cuddle dream, g:”i don’t care, i don’t care”

00:56:27 george teasing sapnap about having a gf again, s:”you have a dream”

00:56:43 g:”should i play geoguessr?” d:”oh, yes!”

00:57:07 d:”i’m exhausted and i’m laying in bed” (but he’s still staying)

(00:58:30 geoguessr starts, they’re tired and argue a lot)

01:00:48 arguing about colors g:”well you’re wrong” d:”maybe- actually maybe i think that’s- actually you’re right”

01:03:27 george was going to do geoguessr with wilbur today, but is too tired now

01:07:55 d:”if you had asked, i would’ve told you” g:”i didn’t wanna ask, i did it myself” *sassy*

01:13:55 george missed dream’s joke and he called him out for it again

01:17:00 g:”i’m not buying a maid dress” d:*silence*

01:20:10 g:“’dream we need your support to get george in a maid dress’ what do you think dream?”, d:*silence*

01:21:53 g:”you know what dream? i trust you”, d:”no, don’t trust me!”

01:22:50 dono:”when you asked dream if you should wear a maid dress, the silence was so loud” d:*silence*

01:23:23 after george makes a dumb voice d:”why are you reading like that?”, d:”i’m about to leave” (spoiler: he doesn’t leave, just stops looking for 30 secs)

01:24:10 g:”what do you mean you’re not even looking?”, g:”why, do you hate me?”, d:”you were being in your annoying arc”

01:34:28 dono:”do you have a song that makes you think of dream?”, d:”probably heat waves”, + george saying he doesn’t think of dream when listening to songs and dream not buying it

01:36:40 dream replying for him that george’s most listened to travis scott song is goosebumps (aka “their song”)

01:39:50 george confirms goosebumps is his most listened to travis scott song

01:42:26 d:”this is the last game im playing with you”, d:”cus i don’t wanna play with you anymore” (spoiler: it’s not the last one)

01:45:52 g:”alright one more”, d:”no i said i’d-…ok fine whatever one more” (spoiler: it’s not just one more)

01:48:46 dream mishears that george is gonna kiss him

01:54:24 g:”alright here’s the last game guys”, d:”you keep saying that, you keep…leading me on”

01:57:02 d:”that was the last one”, g:”no we said we were ending on a win” (no they didn’t) g:”you can’t leeeeeave, you can’t leave! it’s not allowed”

01:58:17 dono:”what is a place you’ve always wanted to go?”, g:”idk”, d:”america”

01:59:27 g:”i just, i was like…aaaaaghhhhlldududu you know?”, d:”yeah, i do know”

02:05:00 d:”alright, i’m gonna head out”, g:”wait, wait just wait”, g:”why are you in your like salty era?”, d:”why are you in your clingy era?”, d:”i think it would make sense if i left when i want to”, g:”alright, well, leave then, see what happens, you’re gonna regret it, that’s all i know”

02:05:30 dream leaves the call but then immediately starts watching george’s stream until he ends (who’s the one in their clingy era?)

02:06:10 george talks about going to bed (dream’s already in bed so they’re synced once again) 

[quackisinnit]

Don't hang up, irl!Quackity x Reader

Request: can i request? accidentally facetiming quackity midstream, and he picks up and shows you to chat and whatnot- he then starts being like nOoOo dont hang up

Notes: pls didnt he do the same thing to george LMAOO i also fucking hate the twitter trending descriptions, they'r so hard to think of for some reason but they're fun to do KSHSJ (divider: firefly-graphics)

Genre: fluff, romantic/platonic, irl, gender neutural they/them

Warnings: none, but i use the term pretty

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It was cold and quiet.

It was hard for you to sleep. Tossing and turning in your bed, all you could think about was Alex.

You grabbed your phone from the table next to your bed and dialed his number.

You looked at your phone, waiting for Alex to pick up. After a few minutes, he picked up.

"HELLO!" he said with his loud voice. Alex had a huge smile on his face as he looked at you. "Hello Alex" you laugh softly, rubbing your eyes.

"I'm streaming right now! Can I show you to chat?"

"Oh shit, sorry. I didn't know you were streaming." you nervously chuckle.

"What are you saying? It's fine! I'm always glad when you call me." he laughs. He looks at his monitor and answers some donations. You smile at his comment.

"Anyways, can I show you to chat?" he looks back at you. You think about it for some time before agreeing.

"Fine."

Alex turns his phone around, showing you to his stream. "Look chat! Look how pretty Y/n is!" he giggles and fixes his beanie.

"Aww stop, I'm blushing. Plus, I know how pretty I am." you smirk and start laughing.

"Oh whatever Y/n." Alex turns his phone around again, facing you to him. This causes you to laugh harder.

"STOP LAUGHING!!" he yells. But this does the opposite and makes you laugh harder than earlier.

"I'm hanging up Y/n, fuck you." he jokingly says. "Fine then, byeee."

You move your finger over the end button but not pressing it, you only did it to seem like you were about to hang up. "Y/N NO WAIT STAY, PLEASEEE"

He looks at his phone and grips tighter, showing that he didn't want you to leave. "Why? I'm tired now, also you said you were hanging up first."

It wasn't a lie tho, you started to feel groggy and tired.

"First of all, I was joking, I wasn't hanging up. Second of all, I need you on my stream." he says as if it was obvious.

"Yeah but why? I'll just call you later."

"But I won't be streaming anymore." he pouts.

"So?"

"JUST STAY PLEASE." he drags the 'e' and starts frowning.

"No, goodnight, sir Alex Quackity." you smile and do a salute.

"Y/N NOOO."

You laugh and end the call. You could already tell that he was complaining to his chat about you.

As soon as you wake up, you get your phone. You check your messages to see a message from Alex from last night.

'You hung up:('

'Sorryyyy, i was really tired last night<//3'

You press send then go on twitter. You check the trending page and to no surprise, you were trending.

'Y/N DONT LEAVE'

Fans of Quackity ask Y/n, to not leave the stream, due to them being in a call.

As you were about to check the tweets under the tag, you recieved a call from Alex.

"You hung up on me yesterday." he pouts, trying to hide his smile.

"Oh whatever,"

"anyways, how was your stream?" his eyes lit up as he started talking about what happned last night on his stream.

[dreamersdivine]

Resurfacing

Word count: 700

Warnings: death, implied death, cursing, idk, fem!reader, dog hybrid! reader, 

Pt 1

Pt 3

Being with Schlatt wasn’t nearly as bad as everyone thought. He showered you in lavish gifts and affection everyday. The vulgar comments were a flaw you soon came to mind. Any action was more welcome than what Dream ever did. 

You sat in a lavish chair by Schlatt’s desk. This was your usual spot when he finished paperwork. Every once and while a grabby hand would motion you closer to pet your ears or just for some sort of cuddly action. He always said it’s because he enjoyed the company. Around your throat an expensive diamond ecrusted collar. Treated like a loved pet was better than a caged animal in your opinion. You huffed bored causing Schlatt to give a gentle nudge to your leg. 

“Calm your tits sweetheart. I have 4 more papers and then we can go walk around. Pick up something pretty for you,” Schlatt grunted signing something else. 

The door opened abruptly causing your head to shoot up. An out of breath Sapnap stood in the doorway. “Let her go Schlatt,” he demanded. Schlatt smirked and removed his hand from where he had been absentmindingly petting your fluffy ears. “Okay,” Sapnap motioned for you to follow him. Slowly you shook your head.

“Let her go wherever she wants,” 

Schlatt had gotten a cigar out and placed it between his lips. “You’re free to do whatever sugar tits,” Schlatt said lighting his cigar. 

Sapnap’s eyes looked upon you expectedly. Even after Schlatt’s command that you could, you didn’t. You didn’t want to move. You liked it here. He would just hand you back to Dream. “(Y/n)…, you can’t stay with this man,” Sapnap said pleading. 

“Im not going with you,” 

you tried to ignore the feelings of guilt that was steadily rising. Your head turned to the side. “Schlatt is an awful person pup, he’s just using you,” You stood up. “Schlatt would never do the things Dream did to me,” your head whipped to Schlatt who watched you with dark eyes. 

“I’m done with him, Schlatt make him leave please,” you said hugging your arms to yourself. 

Sapnap froze, heartbroken. “(Y/n)…” Schlatt called for Quackity in to escort him out. As Quackity pushed him through the door Sapnap yelled something out. “He’s going to hurt you, I know he will,” Once silence fell upon the office Schlatt patted his lap. “C'mere sweetheart,” You clambered up into his lap while he finished his last remaining papers. A comforting hand rubbed small circles on your back.

Tonight was dark. The clouds blocked out the moon and smelled of rain.

Your shoes clicked lightly against prime path. You were heading towards your shared house with Schlatt. The cold reminded you of a distant night and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with your beloved hybrid. Suddenly you froze fear seeping into your bones. At the end of the path was Dream. “Mutt,” he said gently. “What are you doing here?” You asked, voice barely above a hushed whisper. He took a step forward causing you to backtrack. 

“I came to get you,” he shrugged holding up a familiar collar. 

“You’re too late,” You frowned shifting your hair to reveal the diamond encrusted collar around your neck. Dream just chuckled. “Oh right. Sapnap told me about that fool. Who are you kidding pup, you belong to us,” he said, bitter towards the end. “No,” You said taking a step back. “I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone and even then I’m with someone else Dream. Im not going to crawl back to you just because you asked, not after what you did,” you said taking another step. 

After that incident Schlatt didn’t let you go home on your own.

Schlatt was nothing be kind to you, even if no one else thought so. He never said a command you didn’t like except for once. Upon his death day he said. “(Y/n), sit,” as if your legs had a mind of themselves you sat. Not moving even has he began to have a heart attack. Tears streamed down your cheek, your head looking away from them. “(Y/n),” That was Dream’s voice. You looked up slowly, his hand was outstretched. “Come home,” A smirk upon his lips, one that quickly dropped. Suddenly a hand slapped his away. “Your fucking sick if you think i’ll let that happen again,” he muttered. Sapnap walked over and gathered your things. 

“Come on, me and George have the best place for you,” he smiled.

……………………………………

“If you revive me I can see her again,"

Taglist: @wildvioletss​

[ramzawrites]

BigBrother!Dream and Reader - Answers

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, (mentioned) Dream

Warnings: spoilers for Quackity’s newest stream (The visit), blood mention, hinted at violence, cursing

Series: A small drabble since that stream didn’t let me sleep and it is my attempt to calm down my mind

Summary: Y/N found Quackity covered in blood near El Prapids and they needed to know what happened but he refuses to answer.

Words count: 1012

Authors Note: It’s just something really small and simple since that stream absolutely destroyed me, after this I will concentrate on requests again! I just needed a way to somehow deal with the new lore.

„What are you doing? “ Y/N’s voice was wavering. Barely audible between the hard pitter patter of the heavy rain.

Somewhere lightning struck, soon followed by thunder.

Quackity standing on a bridge. His clothes disheveled. Bloody. The only emotions readable on his face was that of determination. His eyes dark and filled with a kind of malice that made Y/N shiver.

He wasn’t looking at Y/N but instead was staring at the wet wood of the bridge. Continuing to watch as the water crashed onto the material.

Y/N was shivering. Was it the rain? The cold? Or was it the fear after all? Both of their hands firmly placed on their biceps. Fingers digging into the flesh, waiting for an answer from the other man.

But he wasn’t talking, nor was he moving. Quackity just continued to stare at the ground.

“Quackity. I know- I know you went into the prison. You visited him. You visited my brother. What- What happened? What are you doing?” Between clattering teeth their desperation came out. Tears running down their face, but it was barely visible beneath the rain.

Last time someone visited their brother, the visitor died.

And now Quackity stood here, covered in blood.

Their fear was that Dream did something horrible again. That he committed another atrocity.

For the longest time Dream managed to keep Y/N away from all the trouble of the SMP. Visiting them whenever he could but one day the visits suddenly stopped. So, they ventured out only to learn that their brother, their only family member whom they loved so much, was the most hated person among the people. A criminal locked up in the maximum prison cell. The residents cheering for his imprisonment.

The people immediately defaulted to distrusting Y/N after learning of their existence and after hearing what has happened over the years, they couldn’t fault them. They understood and yet they wept at night, missing their older brother who used to protect them. Together they built stupid nonsensical builds, trained together, ate together, they grew up alone together.

But after Tommy died and Dream revived him Y/N finally made a decision. They had to visit him. Confront him. Hear the truth from his own mouth.

Before this moment they were simply too scared, felt too hurt and betrayed to be able to stand in front of him. Not strong enough to meet his gaze.

Though after Tommy’s death something in Y/N’s mind changed and they concluded that maybe they could reach him after all. Perhaps they would be the only person to reach Dream. To do something! Anything really. Get to the ground of whatever is happening.

Then they heard that Quackity visited Dream from a very quiet and somber Sam. When he wouldn’t tell them more about it, Y/N ran around hoping to find him.

Which they finally did.

On a bridge next to a half broken down El Rapids.

More lightning followed by thunder that broke up the silence once again and Quackity still refused to talk.

Y/N stepped closer to him, hoping he would finally look at them, but he was steadfast with his gaze to the ground.

“Tell. Me.” While sadness was still audible in their voice, it was clear that this time it wasn’t a question anymore but a demand.

When Quackity still refused, Y/N slowly moved closer to him and one of their trembling hands flew towards his sleeve, trying to gain his attention this way.

As they stood closer to him, they inspected his clothes. Trying to find the wounds. The wounds where his blood was coming from. If Dream caused it, it was their duty to at least try to help him.

But something seemed off. It was a bit difficult to see since his shirt clung to his body due to the rain but there were no visible wounds. There was enough blood on there that it should have beeen visible a little bit, right?

“This-This is not your blood.” Y/N realized. A shocked gasp left their lips, and they took a step back again. Letting go of his sleeve in the process.

Finally, Quackity looked up. His expression hasn’t changed at all. Still determined accompanied by dark and empty eyes.

“You hurt him?”

“He wouldn’t tell me.” His voice was quiet but strong. Whatever he did, he didn’t feel remorse or sad about it. He sounded angry if anything.

It scared Y/N.

Y/N’s brother wasn’t a good person, but he was stuck in a prison. He was paying for his crimes and as far as they have heard his mental health seemed to be rapidly declining.

The idea that Quackity walked into the prison and hurt their brother? While he was in a state where he couldn’t defend himself?

This was unfair.

It was horrible.

Horrific.

After a few moments of shocked silence there was suddenly a soft thud. Followed by another.

Y/N’s fists softly collided with Quackity’s chest in a slow rhythm.

For a moment Quackity looked surprised only to return to his frown as Y/N continued thrumming on his chest with what he assumed were weak attempts of trying to punch him.

“You hurt him.” This time it was a statement.

The punches increased in strength but not by a lot.

“You hurt him!” Y/N cried out between sobs.

With a yell they slammed both their fists down and this time Quackity ended up taking a step back due to the power of it. It didn’t hurt but it was a surprise nonetheless.

“This is all so unfair!” Another soft punch. “Why is this happening” Another one. “Why did he have to do all this horrific shit?” And another “He is my only family! And you hurt him! Why would you do that? He can’t defend himself and I’m too weak to protect him! Why? Quackity, why? Why did it have to end up like this?”

The man took a deep breath in and took a second to look into Y/N’s crying face.

“Because he wouldn’t give me the information I needed. Simple as that.”

[leastfavoriteasian]

Just Chatting | Chapter 2 : It Doesn’t Mean I’m Bad

Taglist: Open! Series Masterlist Here!

You put down your phone, jokingly mad at Dream. How dare he think you were bad at Among Us? You were going to kill him today, just for that. Sure, you’ve only played the Skeld Map, but the other ones were confusing anyway.  You went over to your computer to set up for your stream. It had been a while, at least a good month or two since you had last streamed. You had wanted to focus on YouTube for a bit, but it felt good to be back. You put up your Starting Soon screen and started your stream, while opening Discord.  Taking a sip of water and a deep breathe, you unmuted to your stream as chat started rolling in.  “Hi, chat! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You said cheerfully. “I’m guessing you’ve seen Dream’s tweet by now, but today we’re playing Among Us with him and a couple other friends!”

Abbie2738 donated $3: when did you and Dream meet?  You laughed. “Thank you, Abbie, for the three dollars. I mean, me and Dream have interacted a lot, and I’ve talked with a bunch of his friends, so we both like, knew each other existed. But we officially met last night, towards the end of Ranboo’s stream.”  Suddenly your Discord ringtone started ringing.  Incoming Call from Dream and 8 more..

You clicked answer, but immediately muted and deafened. “Anyway, guys, this week’s video is coming out tomorrow! I also don’t stream often so it would mean a lot to follow! And I’m going to turn off donation notifications, so sorry about that, but I will read them afterwards! I’m going to undeafen now!”  You adjusted your stream slightly, and undeafened.  “Ayyyy, that’s pandering, that’s definitely-” Quackity’s voice came. 

“I’m streaming!” You interrupted, hoping that they weren’t talking about anything private that the chat would hear.  “Y/N!” Tommy said. “Help, they’re talking about adult stuff.”  “W-what kind of adult stuff?” You asked, slightly concerned for your friends.  “Y/N! Are you ready?” Quackity asked you. You could hear him radiating with energy.  “Haha, yeah.” You replied. “Let’s get started.”  “Hi, Y/N,” Dream’s voice said softly.  “Hi!” You exclaimed. “Hi, everyone!”  “Who’s making the lobby?” Sapnap asked irritatedly.  “Sorry, sorry, I am,” Dream said quickly. You could hear his keyboard typing.

“I’m going to crush you all,” Tommy announced.  You rolled your eyes at him, and replied, “Sure you are, Tommy.”  “Ready to start the game?” Dream asked everyone. He laughed to himself.  “What are you laughing at?” You asked him.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s start.”  The game started, and the words CREWMATE flashed across your stream. You let go of a breathe you didn’t know you were holding, and looked around the game. And a realization hit you.  “Dream!!” You exclaimed angrily. All you heard from his end was a wheeze.

“What?” Corpse asked.  “I’ve never played this map before,” You admitted sheepishly. “And Dream knows that.”  “Wait, what?” Tommy demanded. “You’ve never played the Airship map?”  “Well, it’s pretty new.” Sykkuno said in your defense.  You huffed as all your friends’ Among Us characters spun around you in a circle. You could still hear Dream’s laughs.

“I’m sorry, when I heard you’ve only played Skeld, I had to choose a more confusing one,” He said, not sounding very sorry. “Besides, didn’t you say you were good?”  “Wait, when did Y/N tell you this?” Karl asked Dream.

“Literally right before this game,” Dream laughed.

You glanced at your chat for a second.

DreamTeam2839: LMAOOOO DREAM- crazyqueen: poor y/n  iChadhad: I thought they were a gamer? how’ve they never played this bruh2938: is this dream trying to flirt LMAO 

“Oh please, just because I don’t know that map doesn’t mean I won’t beat you,” You said confidently to Dream. Dream laughed.  “Whatever you say, Y/N.”  Most people had already gone to do their tasks. You followed Tommy throughout the entire game since you didn’t know your way around, until Corpse was caught venting and Quackity was voted out, and the two of them were revealed to be the imposters.  “I knew it!” Karl yelled in triumph. “See, I told you it was Quackity.” Sapnap groaned.  “Ok, next round,” 

The words IMPOSTER flashed on your screen, along with Tommy’s red character. You froze, looking at your chat.  abbie8392: FINALLY IMPOSTER Jacobsloeia2: yooooooo pogg dnfforlife: Get revenge on dream!!!

This was going to be difficult, you were new to the map, and Tommy wasn’t the best at lying. But you could pull this off. You went to card swipe, where everyone else was.  “Y/N, where were you?” Sapnap said immediately after you entered with everyone else.  You might be bad at some things, but when it comes to lying? You were so smooth. “What do you mean, where was I? I’m new to this map!” You answered, pretending to be annoyed. “i don’t even know where the vents would be!”  Sapnap laughed. “Ok, fair enough.”  “Does anyone know where you enter your ID?” You asked hopelessly.  “I do,” Dream said, “Follow me.”  “Ok,” You started after his green character. “Sapnap, if I die, you know who did it.”  Dream led you through a hall, where you followed closely. “What other tasks do you have left?” He asked you.  “Basically all my tasks.” You lied. “I don’t know where everything is, you jerk.”  Dream laughed. “I thought you said you were good.”  You smiled. “i am.” You closed the doors behind Dream and you. He let out a yell.

“Y/N!!!”  “Take that back,” You said, jokingly threatening him.  “I take it back! I think you’re a very nice person, and a very good YouTuber and streamer, and you are very pretty and awesome!” Dream stuttered out.  “Pffffft.” You laughed softly. You were so glad your chat couldn’t see your face at the moment. “Dream, you’ve never even seen my face.”  “Is that an offer?” Dream joked. “Sorry, sorry, I’m about to die.”  You smiled evilly. “Just remember. I am good at the game.” You clicked the kill button, and quickly exited the scene. On your way, you passed Karl, who you killed, and then-

VICTORY

“Y/N, WHY?” Dream demanded.  “GG, Tommy!” You said excitedly.  “We’re the best!” Tommy said back.

“Y/N, i’m literally going to go to your house and throw a pillow at you.” Karl threatened.  “Ha, go ahead.” You teased Karl. “I’m just too cracked at this game.”  “Wait,” Dream started, “You and Karl are friends irl?”  “Yep!” You could hear the beam in Karl’s voice. “We live a block away from each other.”  “So you’ve seen Y/N’s face?”  “No, they wear a bag on their head. Yes, i’ve sent their face.” Karl said sarcastically.  “Maybe you will one day too,” You joked. “If you’re ever able to beat me in Among Us.”

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