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Cupid’s Messager: Wilbur Soot

｡･:*˚:✧｡ 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆?

꒰꒰┊͙Warnings: Quality Pick up line

꒰꒰┊͙©𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘙𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.

Wilbur took a deep breath, as the chilly air from the balcony of his house hit him. He only stood there for a single moment before heading back inside to his house where his plain old walls were decorated with photos majority of the photos contained you, even if you weren’t photogenic he thought you looked stunning in every single photo. Your voice was gentle like a melody, well most of the time…

Wilbur knew you since he was around four, and you both have been dear friends since though, Wilbur wanted something a bit more than friends, he wanted someone to hold, to make you laugh, to make him wake up every morning with you in his arms. He wanted your love.

His friends all knew that he was heads over heels for you, always eagered to help you out with anything you need always laughing when your laughing, once they managed to confront him about it but he slid it off, wondering if it was really that obvious.

Today was going to be his day, he just knew it, his day for you to be his significant other.

He had the whole plan laid out, he was going to leave you a letter, simple but classy meanwhile you just picked up your letter that was anonymously written,

Dear Y/n,

How come the ocean is Salty? Maybe because you took all the sweetness

(maybe you should head down to the beach)

-“Cupid’s Messager”

You felt heat run through your body, making you feel all cozy on the inside, whoever wrote this was extremely dorky you noted, before laughing to yourself.

You got all your stuff and started to head to the beach, the sun had started to set, soon a deep dark layer of black covered the sky while stars began to sparkle, when you made it to the beach you saw another letter.

Dear the love of my life,

I truly love you for being you, your looks always managed to make me dumbstruck, whenever your eyes met mine it felt like I was staring at an angel, I want to be yours but will you ever be mine?

From, Wilbur Soot or “Cupid’s Messager”

You felt soft hands reach your shoulders wrapping you tight.

“W-Wilbur?”

“Y/n” He said softly in your ear.

“-Will you be mine?”

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭!𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

[FLUFF] Word Count: 2083 words It’s a very hot day out in the field, which is unfortunate since ground operations are currently ongoing today. You were hoping to delay the operations further down another term, but unfortunately, the backlog operations from the pandemic were ridiculous, so you decided to take your missed simulations all in one day. What a shame that you had to choose the hottest day of the year, it seems. So now here you are, sitting on a chair in the giant hangar as you wait for your head instructor to come back with your assigned instructor for your ground operations. The shade from the hangar may be some comfort, but it truly felt like the heat was bouncing off the asphalt. You quietly pray that it would not affect the aircraft you need to taxi, and hope that it would be a little cooler in the aircraft.

Probably not. It’s a single-engine aircraft. The metal might exacerbate the heat for you. You sigh out your discomfort and looked around. Around you were a bunch of different aircraft, some of the models you recognize from your classes. You hold back a small grimace, as you remember the last time you did your aircraft taxiing, your instructor pilot was a bit strict on your taxi control, requiring you to stay perfectly in the middle of the runway for the taxi. It was a miracle you passed that term. God, it feels like it has been 10 minutes since you last saw your head instructor. But he seemed to have disappeared out of nowhere. You just hope that the pilot assigned to you was a decent one. “Excuse me?” You turn around to find yourself staring at one of the newer pilots you saw hanging around the faculty. A tall young man gives you a sheepish grin, his grey eyes twinkling with jittery energy. He’s dressed in a typical pilot’s uniform, with a brown leather briefcase hanging from his shoulder. You’ve heard about him several times from some of your schoolmates, the new cute pilot with fluffy brown hair and a charming smile. He’s caught the attention of so many people, so it’s pretty interesting to finally meet the actual person. “Hi. I am so sorry that I took too long, that was very unprofessional of me.” he scratches the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. “No, it’s fine. I wasn’t waiting too long.” you lied. “The head instructor told me to wait here, I’m guessing it’s my turn on the aircraft?” He shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “Unfortunately, there have been some setbacks on the scheduling. We might have to wait a bit longer before the run-up operation.” “It’s okay. I guess I’ll wait a little longer.” “I'm truly sorry about that,” he begins to look around the hangar. “They asked you to wait here?” “…Yes?” He looks up at the bright blue sky peering out of the hangar’s roof, blinking at the sun’s bright glare from the concrete ground. “Maybe it’s best if we stayed in the pilot’s lounge, that way you wouldn't have to stay in this heat.” He glances back to you with a nervous smile, his eyes almost iridescent. “If that’s okay with you! I was just thinking that the hangar might not be the best place to stay in. It’s a bit hot today that’s all.” You smile at the skittish instructor. “It’s alright Captain. I’m fine with waiting in the pilot’s lounge.” His cheeks began to turn red, as he gives a flustered giggle. “I- Please don’t call me that, it makes me feel a bit older than I should. I think we’re quite close in age after all.” “Okay,” you smile cheekily at him, saving the fact that he gets embarrassed quickly in mind for future references. “What should I call you then?” “Ah, sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” he extends a hand out to you, “My name is Capt. Karl Jacobs. I’m one of the new flight instructors. Though you can call me Karl instead, I’d rather not follow protocol.” “[Y/N], Aerospace Engineering, Year 3.” He raises a brow, “Aerospace Engineering? Very interesting, what’s it like to have that course?” “If you can handle eons of mathematics, it’s not a bad course to have,” you laugh. He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can handle that much math, I’d rather leave that to better people like you. Shall we head to the lounge?” You nod, as you sit up and you start to gather your belongings to head to the pilot’s lounge. But Karl stops you and grabs your bag for you, giving you a wink as he starts to walk inside. You weren’t expecting that, but it’s not uncommon for flying students to try to be chivalrous towards their company. You follow him in, though you find your thoughts catching up to you. It’s absurd, you think, calling a pilot by their first name. Normally calling the pilots by their name was strange, but Karl clearly isn’t like the other pilots or the flying students you constantly rub elbows with. “Karl…” You try, slightly cringing at the lack of Captain or Sir. “Isn’t it a bit rebellious to not follow protocol? What would the other captains

say?” you jest at him as he leads you through the empty hallways. He gives you a little smile. “It’s fine for me. Don’t you call the AMT technicians and the AE engineers by their names?” You roll your eyes at him. “Well, that’s because we see them more often, and we’re more familiar with each other, so it’s fine to call them by their names. Though aren’t you guys stricter with the flying students?” He laughs at that, “We are, but you’re not a flying student. Unless… Do you plan on switching?” You shake your head, “Nope, you’re talking to an engineer through and through.” As you uttered those words, you both found yourselves in front of the pilot lounge’s entrance. He opens the door and holds the door for you expectantly, the cold air from the lounge blasting around you. You give a small smile of gratitude and enter, noticing that the lounge is also empty. “Why aren’t there many people around? Aren’t there students taking their required hours too?” You ask Karl as you seat yourself in one of the many chairs around the lounge, dropping your things down a table. “From what I understood, contact has to be limited still, and that there aren’t many students who have scheduled their ground operation schedule yet. So not many people should be on the grounds right now.” He explains as he brings out a folder from his bag taking the seat next to you. “Do you have your ground operations info sheet? I’ll help you fill out the details of the aircraft we should be using today.” You look at him in surprise, “Usually the technicians are the ones who help us fill this out, aren’t you the one who’s supposed to grade me instead?” He gives a cheery smile in response. “It’s fine, we don’t have much to do anyway as we wait. We might as well fill out the form, besides,” he lifts the grading rubric he has in his hand. “I’ll still grade you fairly based on your taxiing performance. Nothing to worry about.” You give him an impassive look, to which he laughs in response. “I won’t have too high expectations, I swear! I’m only strict towards flying students.” he raises his hands in defense. You sigh, but you allow him to take a look at your information sheet, filling up the details of the aircraft with his help. He stays close to you the whole time, and you can almost feel his fluffy curls touch your hair lightly, his warmth cascading over you lightly as you try to focus on your sheet. His hands meeting yours from time to time as he points at different parts of the info sheet, directing you on what to write. After the sheet was completed, you hand your sheet for Karl to keep and you fell into simple conversation, discussing technical things, like how it’s like to be an instructor or a pilot. Karl answered with an excitable passion for all questions, almost like a cute puppy receiving a treat. (“But wasn't the exam difficult? I heard so many people failed it.” “It took me one month to study for it.” “…Wow.”) Soon, the questions delved into personal territory, from why you chose to be an engineer and eventually fell into Karl’s many adventures as a flying student. (“How are you still a pilot?” “I have no clue either that was incredibly dumb of me too.” “Have you at least fixed your Monster addiction problem?” “…..Hey so, what do you guys do in that laboratory of yours?” “DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT KARL.”) You both learned so much about each other, learning that you two were only two years from each other. (“How did I not meet you sooner when you were still a student?” “I was always in the library.” “Like a nerd?” “No, I- Hey! Take that back!”) An hour passed, and soon the head instructor entered the lounge, notifying the both of you that it is your turn for the ground operation training, apologizing for the long delay. And yet, you don’t feel frustration for the long wait. You follow Karl and your head instructor out into the runway where the aircraft was dropped off by another duo taking the taxiing procedure. You both rush into the plane, climbing in as the propellers burst large gusts of air. The previous pilot

quickly switched places with Karl, as you greet your fellow student as you try to climb in. Once you got in the aircraft, you felt both excited and nervous as Karl looks through your paper. “Ready to taxi?” He asks with a cheery grin. You give him a small nod, as you watch him turn on the engine to a slow speed for the aircraft to start moving. “Remember to stay in the middle of the runway, and you can adjust the speed of the engine if you want the aircraft to go faster.” Pushing the pedals on your feet to center the aircraft onto the runway, you try to follow the white middle line on the concrete as best as you can. You find yourself slightly gripping the yolk, as you try to point the nose of the aircraft straight at the middle. Karl encourages you the whole time as you go for a turn towards the left. You notice another aircraft taxiing nearby and try to maintain a distance away from them, slowing to give them space. Karl smiles in acknowledgment as you still try to keep the pace and distance steady the best you can. He starts pointing out parts of the aircraft to you, introducing the flight instruments as you continue to steer the aircraft around the runway. Eventually, he directs you to park the aircraft to a specific area. As soon as the aircraft falls to a full stop, he gives your info sheet with a smile. “Congratulations, full marks. Maybe you could be a pilot instead, and fly with me?” He teases. You smile back at him, “I won’t be flying the plane anytime soon, but maybe I’ll work with you sometime in the future?” He giggles at the idea, “Let’s see. See you someday engineer, hope I’m your instructor again soon.” “See you someday, Captain Karl Jacobs.” You grin as you clamber out of the plane with the help of some technicians outside and head back to the hangar to check your info sheet. Exactly as he said, he graded your procedure with perfect marks, giving excellent praise and comments on your driving. Before you thought of passing the paper to your head instructor, you noticed a white sticky note attached at the back of the paper with a small message written on it. ‘It was fun talking to you, maybe you’d be up for more of that another time? Just shooting my shot. XXXX-XXX-XXXX -Karl <3’ You smile at the sticky note, keeping it in your pocket as you hand over your info sheet to your head instructor as he dismissed you off. As you head out towards the exit, you send a text out to the number. ‘Sure, coffee date sometime? Good luck on instructing everyone else. <3 -Future Engineer’

𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢 𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 20 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢

𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯

𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳! 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!

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— of gods and men

Pairing: God!C!Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mortals are meant to adore the gods. They are meant to make sacrifices in their names, to adorn their temples with gifts, to live by them. Wilbur knows that — still, he can’t help himself when a young performer catches his eye. Mortals are meant to adore the gods — not the other way around.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, references to mythology and death, mentions of heaven, C!Dream being a snake (both figuratively and literally).

Word Count: 7.9k

A/N: THIS TOOK SO GODDAMN LONG BUT ITS FINALLY HERE SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO 🍓 ANON AND THE OTHER UNNAMED NONNIE THAT HELPED ME OUT W/ THIS. I also wanna say that the mythology used for this imagine is mostly made up by me, but it is heavily inspired in Greek mythology. This kinda took a huge turn from being a x Reader imagine to a Wilbur centered one lmao.

Songs: Also the songs referenced are as follows: Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos (sung by the reader) // Solider, Poet, King by Jacob Cook (sung by Wilbur) 0:00-0:17 and 0:54-1:40.

Wind whispers through the streets, the distant sound of bells dancing in the air. Townspeople roam the streets, chatting, walking, laughing. The streets aren’t as crowded as he originally expected them to be — odd, given the fact that it’s a relatively nice day. A sweeping layer of fog has began to roll away, leaving place for the warm rays of sunlight that stretch over the rooftops of the wooden homes of the village.

A woman’s shoulder bumps against his. She murmurs a quick careless apology as she continues her route, unfazed, leaving him rather surprised. By the gods, if she knew who he was, she would be apologizing, kneeling at his feet, begging for forgiveness, she—

Stop. You’re not here for that today.

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stud(ly) - georgenotfound x g/n!reader

author: @thegirlwhowritesawksh-t​ me!

word count: 3.9k +

warnings: twinge of angst, kinda fluff, mentions of needles/blood/piercing gun! if there’s anything else, please let me know!

a/n: third fic out, and of course it’s gonna be GeorgeNotFound! i’m getting more comfortable posting more so hopefully i can push some out in the next few weeks! i hope y'all love it as much as much as i’ve loved writing this :)) please let me know if there’s any mistakes or anything! let me know what y’all think and as always: stay hydrated, smile and laugh! i lub you all :)) *sending besitos to y'all :)* but fr, pls let me know if there’s any mistakes :p

but also p:s: SORRY FOR THE GIF I COULDN’T FIND A PERFECT ONE FOR THIS SO ENJOY THIS LIL CUTIE

“Oh (y/n)”, George drags out their name as he steps into their room. Perched in front of their desk, sits (y/n), attempting to finish one of their last finals for the semester. They spin around in their chair, glances at George, smiling innocently - almost too innocent for their liking. With a shake of their head, (y/n) whirls back to their computer, double timing their speed to finish what would be considered the hardest class of the semester.

“Is there something you would like?”, (y/n) asks. “I’m currently finishing up this final, if it isn’t obvious by the way I’ve been at my desk for the past four hours. Or the messages I sent to shut up. Or even the post-it’s on the fridge, George.”

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Oh no, that’s not going to happen again. Don’t you remember last time? We barely - just barely escaped being scalped by Dream for burning his house down on Minecraft!”

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We Have Chemistry

Quackity x reader

900+ words

At the beginning of the year, your chemistry teacher imposed a strict seating chart. No exceptions, no complaints, and no swaps. You recognized a few of the faces in the class, but you weren’t close with anyone, so it was going to be hell no matter what. You stood in the back of the class holding your backpack with baited breath waiting for her to announce your fate. She sat you down in the second row, near the corner, and as you trudged over, she called the name of your new seat neighbor.

“Alex, you’re up here.”

Oof. You’d had a class with him before, and all you really knew was that he was loud. Great, just your luck. You were quiet, just wanted to keep your head down and get through the day without incident, but here was the class clown sure to disrupt you. You prayed things wouldn’t go too bad.

…

The first few days went as you’d expect. Alex would loudly make interrupt the lesson with little jokes, hoping to get a few laughs from his classmates at the risk of annoying the teacher, and he would not-so-sneakily get out of his seat to talk with his friend on the other side of the room, who you knew he’d rather be sitting with than you. Once, the two of them began flicking bits of paper at each other and you got caught in the crossfire, with Alex trying (and failing) to stifle his bright laughter when a piece got stuck in your hair.

“Sorry…” he attempted through his giggles. You glared at him, hoping he couldn’t see the glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

…

Over time, Alex began to turn his attention from across the room towards you. If you recall correctly, you’d say the turning point was the time you brought a snack to class, and he wouldn’t stop badgering you for a couple goldfish. You couldn’t say no to his pleading brown eyes and his overdramatized pout, as much as you’d tried.

“Pleeeease?? PLEASE IM SO HUNGRY,” he whined.

“I’m trying to work,” you dismissed.

“Just a few?”

You gave in. He smiled.

He held two crackers in his fingers and began to bob them up and down like they were “swimming.”

“Thank you! Look, they’re so happy! They’re smiling!”

Your resolve broke and he smiled wider at the little giggle you let out.

…

“Okay, look, this time we can split the worksheet in half. I promise it won’t happen again.”

You remembered the week prior, when Alex had leaned over your desk frantically copying answers from the homework he’d neglected to do as the teacher went around the classroom to collect the papers. He’d been close enough for you to count the freckles on his face as his brow scrunched in concentration.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” He’d smelled like spearmint.

…

Finally the spring had come, and it was time for the field trip to the science museum. The class boarded the bus bright and early that morning, chatting with excitement at the opportunity to leave the school for the day. You sat by yourself and stared out the window, watching the city go by as the day awoke alongside you.

As you arrived, you got off the bus and listened to the teacher’s instructions. Buddy system, meeting places, yadda yadda. Everyone was too excited to jet off to pay too close attention, including you. As the teacher let you go, you turned only to be startled by the sight of Alex by your side.

“Where to?” he asked.

“Umm… I was just going to go check out the plasma bulbs—“

“Alright let’s go!” He eagerly grabbed your hand and pulled you through the museum.

After traipsing through a few rooms, puzzled that he’d never left your side, you decided to ask him.

“Alex, why are you following me?” He looked confused, and you began to clarify. “I mean, it’s fine, I just thought you’d be hanging out with your friends on this trip.”

He smiled brightly at you. “You are my friend!”

That surprised you. All this time, you’d thought he was humoring you, or at worst mocking you, but here he was in front of you, looking sincere as ever, happy to follow you to the ends of the earth. You tried to ignore the warmth blooming in your chest, but it wouldn’t go away and—

Oh. Oh.

“Oh.” You suddenly feel a bit shy. “You’re my friend too!”

“Well duh,” he rolls his eyes. He grabs your hand again, “C’mon, I saw a cool exhibit I wanna check out.” and with that, the two of you are off through the halls once more.

…

At the end of the day, you all load back into the bus, exhausted from your day out. You sit back in your previous seat, and a few moments later, Alex scoots in next to you, tapping you on the shoulder to take your attention away from the window. You take out your earbud.

“What are you listening to?”

You offer him the earbud, knowing your low battery could at least last the bus ride, and the two of you sit quietly together listening to your playlists. At some point, you must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you know, you’re woken by the stilling of the bus in the school’s parking lot, and you find your head gingerly resting on Alex’s shoulder. He’s asleep too, those same freckles from before resting on his soft, peaceful face. Feeling flushed, you quickly shake him gently to wake him up.

He smiles warmly at you. “Today was nice.”

You can’t help but agree. You start to wonder if the chemistry you share isn’t just a spot on your schedule.

a/n: oh my god this is so. I mashed up several years of real experiences to get this, and let me tell you it was crazy to look back on all this. i’m trying to get rid of my barriers and just let my guard down so I can write the fluffiest shit imaginable.

feel free to reblog, comment, send asks, etc! i’d love to hear from y’all and get feedback 🥰

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streamer fever || karl jacobs x chubby!reader

[series] [streamer!reader au] [fanboy!karl au] [barista!karl au]

summary: Being one of the more well-known female streamers in the gaming community comes with its perks. A large fanbase, an amazing amount of support, fun interactions with fans and other content creators. Meeting the love of your life isn’t a perk that y/n had expected to be on that list. That is, at least, until she met her biggest fan and long-time supporter, Karl Jacobs.

genre: angst, fluff, eventual mutual pinning, slow burn, strangers to lovers, streamer!reader au, fanboy!karl au, barista!karl au

general story warnings/notes: reader is specifically plus sized (though if you are not plus-sized, please feel free to read if you wish!), female reader, there will be mentions of anxiety and depression, mentions of insecurity and body-shaming. And obviously, this all takes place in a world where covid never happened!

pronouns used: she/her

word count: 0.4k

chapters: - prologue - chapter one(coming soon!)

prologue.

20 year-old Twitch streamer, y/n l/n, is known best in the streaming community for her gameplays and humorous commentary. On top of being one of the most entertaining and witty creators out there, her striking beauty has garnered the attention of many.

And now, being as popular a streamer as y/n is, she often finds it difficult connecting with individual supporters. Swarmed with DMs, fan edits, fan accounts, tweets, comments and more, it’s nearly impossible to build personal relationships with people among her fanbase. One supporter in particular, though, has always stood out amongst the 900,000.

The username karljacobs is one y/n has grown quite familiar with, having first seen it in her early days of streaming. Donation after donation, gifted subscriber after gifted subscriber, it’d be hard to not recognize the username when she saw it so frequently. And even now, two years into the game and nearly one million followers later, the username is one that has stuck around.

Karl Jacobs, 22 year-old barista and college dropout, still remembers the day he had first tuned into one of y/n’s earlier Twitch streams. He’d been roaming through the various streams labeled under ‘Minecraft,’ and the sight of the pretty, chubby-cheeked gamer-girl caught his attention. All it took was a press of his finger on her stream’s thumbnail and he’d found himself bewitched!

After two entire years of supporting the streamer he’d considered to be his ‘dream girl,’ he’d be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t developed feelings for y/n. He knew that it seemed ridiculous, immature, foolish, to catch feelings for someone who could never reciprocate them. But he truly could not help it. She was there to make him laugh on his worst days, there to make him smile even when he thought it physically impossible at the time. And it didn’t help that she was much too easy on the eyes.

But what Karl hadn’t realized was that the possibility of y/n returning his feelings was much higher than he’d originally thought. She had noticed him, of course she had. How could she not have?

And now, y/n has many questions. Just who exactly is this karljacobs, and why has he been around for so long? Why has he devoted so much of his own earnings to her? Is it possible that she’s developed an attachment to this long-time supporter? Unbeknownst to her, these questions are very soon to be answered.

taglist: @dream-of-eros @endermanc0re @xanadugoddess @your-local-lesbo @soggypp @venusianella @dreamsbff @eretswrld

[emmyisafanandacon]

netflix and chaos

𐃆𓂃﹒˚˖ pairing : karl jacobs x gn!reader

𐃆𓂃﹒˚˖ warnings : cursing

𐃆𓂃﹒˚˖ word count : 0.5k

𐃆𓂃﹒˚˖ a/n: First day of Feral week 😩 gotta start off with our babes karl and come nice domestic fluff before stuff starts hitting close to home. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

and ofc as always follows , reblogs , likes and commentary are enjoyed and deeply encouraged <3

feral week

Movie or show?” Karl questioned from the living room the sound from the tv being heard loudly as he flicked back and forth between the various options on netflix. “Uhh I dunno whatever you wanna watch.” You replied grabbing the clear plastic off the popcorn and setting it in the microwave, pressing a button and going to the fridge to grab two monsters for you and Karl.

“That’s not helpful at all, you know how indecisive I am.” You rolled your eyes picking up the large bowl with different sour and non sour gummy treats mixed together as well as the cold monsters from off the counter and going to accompany your boyfriend.

The brunette seated on the couch smiled when you sat down next to him with his favorite snacks and drink. “I was going to put on something scary but I decided against it since it’s like almost one am.”

He chuckled, taking the large bowl from you and placing the monster you had handed him off to his side allowing you to sit down and take the remote from his lap.

“Victorious?” The show had been on netflix for about a month but you and Karl never got around to watching it for the sole fact that you were always busy. Kar’ nodded plucking a red and blue trolli gummy worm from the large light blue bowl.

The theme song to the nickelodeon show began to play as you made yourself comfortable resting your head on the boys shoulder.

Your favorite days were ones where you could relax and wouldn’t have to worry about an upcoming paper or having to move date nights to fit each other's schedule. So whenever you both had time to enjoy the other's company you did.

Of course dating a popular minecraft streamer came with all the downsides of not seeing him for hours on end and not being able to just walk in because no one knew about your relationship. A few moments went by before a burning scent filled your nose.

“Oh shit the popcorn!” You jumped up nearly knocking over the bowl of sweets which was lucky being held as you dashed to the microwave smoke coming from the top of it. “Fuck fuck fuck..” You grabbed the fire extinguisher that was under the kitchen sink as you opened the microwave with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Damn it.” The once smoking microwave was now covered in a white fluffy like substance. A giggle behind you bringing you back from your memories of what button you may have pressed to have ended up here.

“This is so going on twitter.” Karl gave you a big doopy smile before heading to the laundry room to grab some towels to clean up the mess and a febreeze to get rid of the burnt smell. Just as he turned the corner your phone signed from your back pocket.

You clicked on the twitter notification from your boyfriends twitter a picture of you spraying the fire extinguisher as the microwave bled a grey smoke.

‘ Was suppose to be a netflix and chill night but it’s turned into more of something along the lines of netflix and chaos ‘

taglist : @spacenova @heyskeppy @inniterhq @basilly @yamturds @dysfunctionalcrab @sleepysoupi @siriushxney @slutshies @tinyegg

[emmyisafanandacon]

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬 (𝐢𝐫𝐥!𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

[FLUFF] Word Count: 884 words

You and Wilbur are alone in his bedroom, lazing around on his bed. The weather is cloudy, the windows barely shining any light into Wilbur’s bedroom. The only light sources glowing inside the room being your laptops. The warmth of his soft sheets was tempting to nap in but you were busy trying to play the guitar.

Glancing at your boyfriend, he works preoccupied on his laptop, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard in the background of the room as his hair slowly falls over his eyes. He refused to show you what he was working on, so honestly, it could have been anything. Maybe it’s a new song, or maybe a lore script.

You look away and pull Wilbur’s guitar closer to your chest, resting it better on your lap. You wanted to try to learn La Jolla in the guitar and succeed in playing one of your boyfriend's songs. Wilbur wanted to play the song for you, but you insisted on learning the song yourself. So with a gracious smile, he lent to you his guitar, despite your small protests.

He's too much of a sweetheart sometimes.

You don't necessarily share his skill in the guitar, but you weren't too bad. Except, his guitar was bigger than what you're used to and the distances of the frets feel to be bigger, requiring you to stretch your fingers further. Not to mention, you still have to take note of the finger patterns for the plucking, ensuring that you don’t pluck the wrong string.

But you still try, stretching your fingers over the strings, readjusting your fingers when the tune sounds too flat or wrong. Taking every note one step at a time, losing yourself to the feel of the strings and the sound of the guitar.

Little did you notice that Wilbur has already stopped with whatever project he was working on and decided to just focus his attention on you. He found it adorable that you were trying so hard to learn his song and he was flattered that you were trying your best.

Taking a small glimpse at your fingers, he noticed that you were having difficulty with the fretboard, your fingers slightly trembling from the stretch that the song required you to reach. With a little smile, he scootches behind you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on your own. You feel his fingertips press down onto your fingers, helping your fingers stay on the fret you have to keep your hand in.

You try to give your boyfriend a questioning glace, lifting your head to rest on his shoulder. But he just gives a small smile in return, eyes sparkling with mirth.

So you refreshed your playing and started at a slow pace, with Wilbur humming the next note you were supposed to play as you pluck and switch between chords to better pace yourself. His hand changes with yours, pressing down your fingers on the strings if the chord is too difficult for you to reach.

You mumble a few complaints about the guitar but Wilbur just laughs into your hair, suggesting you just need some practice to be better in the craft as he presses comforting kisses.

As you two continue with your playing, you feel your fingers starting to ache from the guitar strings, and the indentations on your fingers are starting to show on your fingertips.

Wilbur notices this as well and grabs your hand, pulling it away from the guitar, and began to massage your fingertips. He sets the guitar down on the bed next to him as he pulls you into his arms, allowing you to lay atop him, your back on his chest.

He began to rub on the indentations on your fingers, mumbling a tiny apology into your hair as he circles your fingertips.

"I’m sorry," he mutters, the slight calloused texture of his fingertips massaging against yours, the low timbre of his voice rumbling into your hair. You feel your cheeks warming up at the gentle gesture.

You lightly grip onto one of his fingers to stop him temporarily, "You don’t have to apologize y’know."

"Hm?"

You smile up at him, "I said you don’t have to apologize. you never owed me an apology."

He hums in response, pressing a kiss onto every single one of your fingertips as he stares right at you. You can feel the softness of his lips press against your skin, making you feel flustered again.

He then shifts his attention back to your hands, playing with your fingers, comparing the size of his fingers with yours.

You lean further into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as he plays with your fingers, enjoying the calm moment you two are sharing. With his hectic schedule, normally moments like these are far too rare for you two, so it was a welcome touch to the experience.

Little did you realize his fixation on your ring finger, wondering what color would suit your fingers. Would you prefer gold? Or maybe silver? Would you have wanted a diamond ring or maybe some other gem?

Well, he should probably get your ring size soon. He presses another kiss into your hair and holds you close to him, promising himself that he will never let you go.

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!! 𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 <3 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳!

[emmyisafanandacon]

Bitter : karl jacobs

pairing: karl jacobs x gn!reader

request: hi!! can i request a jealous karl imagine? with gender neutral pronouns pls!! thank uu

genre: fluff, maybe a touch of angst, best friends to lovers

warning: cursing, self-doubt (oml this is in a lot of my works isn’t it?)

summary: you couldn’t help the bitterness left behind every time your crush fawns over a certain someone

there it was again, that putrid sourness left in the back of your throat, the same exact one you’ve sadly grown familiar to. it burned, leaving your stomach a queasy mess of shreds, forcing you to down the bile that tempted to rise.

his words hurt. they stung, sending your heart aflame with a sickening iciness, almost as if you’ve been shocked with frozen lightning. it took everything in your power not to snap, resulting in your gnawing against your bottom lip, pushing aside the rising ache of broken skin.

karl, however, gushed happily, not sparing a glance towards your downcast state as he spat compliments left and right about a certain brown-haired girl.

you’ve never had a problem with pokimane, honestly. you’ve enjoyed both her content and projects, even going as far as to say that you’ve looked up to her and her creativity. she was nice and funny, along with the addition of being smart and pretty, making her quite popular in the twitch and youtube community.

and quite a popular subject to your best friend as well.

“god, poki is such an incredible creator, don’t you think y/n?” karl asked, turning to face you. you swallowed thickly, trying to rid the acid dancing in the back of your throat as your nails dig deep into your palms, surely imprinting crescents.

“yeah, you’ve said that 8 times today.” you forced a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep your tone from seeming too sharp.

“it’s because she deserves it! her videos are always to well put together and entertaining. i mean, she’s such an inspiration.” he continued on, failing to see how tight your jaw was clenched.

“i wish i could just tell her how much of an influence she is on my work. i wish to be as amazing as she is.”

you were reaching your limit. over the past three hours you’ve been at karl’s house, each conversation consisted of his love for pokimane, claiming how much her work has strived for him to be better. you knew most of his words lacked any type of romantic intention, but leaned more towards a role model-esque way.

however, to you, each syllable felt like a punch to the gut, jealousy flooding your veins.

you’ve know karl for a while, meeting him at the beginning of your freshman year, eventually leading to being connected at the hip, all his gestures fueling nothing, but a friendly impact. yet, over the past few months, every comment, every nickname, every touch sent your mind into a clouded frenzy, your heart leaping miles at a time whenever your hands brushed accidentally.

it was new, and it scared you. you knew you couldn’t go to karl over a matter like this, especially since it involved him, so you went to the next best option: alex.

you’ve met alex through karl, and instantly formed a brotherly bond with the chaotic male, playing various games and becoming a regular on his streams, popping in from time to time.

when you told alex about your troubles, he couldn’t help but laugh at your obliviousness to your own feelings, claiming quote “i never knew you were so dense, y/n.” he began to explain to you that everything you were experiencing is normal and that you have a ‘crush’ on karl.

at first, you immediately shut his idea down, but as time went on, you began to see where alex got the theory from, your flushed cheeks and newly awkward demeanor giving everything away.

and here you are now, sitting in one of karl’s spare office chairs while you cringe internally at his fawning, silently wishing that it was you he was pinning over.

you tried to block out all of his continuous praising, but you just couldn’t hold out anymore.

“honestly, i’ve never met someone as creatively perfect as pokimane is.” you felt your heart snap, hearing the words ‘pokimane’ and ‘perfect’ in the same sentence sent your thoughts in a frenzy.

“okay, i-i actually need to go. i forgot that something very important came up, a-and i can’t be late for it.” you spat out, bolting out of your seat to grab your scattered belongings. your abrupt actions shocked karl, cutting him off completely from his recurring compliments and peered up at your with surprise.

“wait, what? but, i thought you were free to stream today?” he questioned, brows pinched together in concern, watching you juggling your phone, jacket, and keys, cheeks bright from an unknown cause.

“y-yeah. i guess i just forgot. um, my brother wanted to hang out tonight.” you threw out the first thing that came to mind, your words causing karl to shake his head lightly.

however, just before he could open his mouth, you cut him off, “okay, bye.” you bolted out of his house, leaving a very confused karl in your dust.

“but, you don’t have a brother.” he muttered.

you knew you were probably overreacting, blowing everything out of proportion. but, you couldn’t help the hint of tears burning your waterline, blurring your vision as you stared down at your steering wheel of your parked car, sitting aimlessly in a grocery store parking lot.

you reached up and wiped your tears quickly, sniffling as you curse your overactive thoughts. you also knew that your decision was probably the worst you could’ve chose from, deeming that if you strayed away, you conflicting feelings would eventually distinguish.

a week has passed, all your interactions with karl were immediately shut down, going as far as to muting his calls. every text he sent over the days hurt more than you’d like to admit, his worried nature burning your chest with a guilty fire.

my sweater boy: hey, i was wondering if everything is ok. you left in a pretty big hurry earlier. text me when you can

read 4/2/2021 at 9:23 p.m.

my sweater boy: hey! i was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast later

read 4/3/2021 at 7:19 a.m.

my sweater boy: you must be asleep. that’s ok! i still got your favorite. text me when you wake up

read 4/3/2021 at 11:56 a.m.

my sweater boy: hey are you ok? you haven’t been responding lately

read 4/4/2021 at 12:45 p.m.

my sweater boy: ok, i’m starting to get worried. why aren’t you answering? please text me back so i know you’re okay

read 4/5/2021 at 10:34 p.m.

my sweater boy: i talked to alex earlier, he said you’ve been answering him. why not me? did i do something?

read 4/6/2021 at 6:06 a.m.

my sweater boy: please answer me y/n. i miss you.

read 4/7/2021 at 4:22 a.m.

my sweater boy: please y/n. i need you

read 4/7/2021 at 4:23 a.m.

my sweater boy: please

read at 4/7/2021 at 4:24

you clicked your phone off, forcing yourself to stop reading those messages, and turn back to your show. yet, a knock at your door stopped you as you stood up and trudged over, swinging it open.

your instincts told you to shut it, your feet frozen at the sight of a puffy-eyed karl, tear tracks littering his red cheeks.

“karl,” was the first thing you could say, blinking at the man in front of you. “what are you doing here?”

he didn’t respond, only to answer your question by pulling into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck, a few loose strands of your hair tickling his temples.

“why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” he whispered into your skin, his breath made goosebumps form along your arms. his question made you stiffen.

surely not. surely he didn’t find out.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you responded, hesitating to wrap your own limbs around him. he pulled back slightly, giving you a better view of his wet hues.

“why didn’t you tell me you liked me? why’d you sit there and tell me nothing? why’d you shut me out? i don’t understand.” he shot at a rapid pace.

your breath hitched, all color draining from your face, leaving you a deathly pale. you were sure you stopped breathing, fear of ruining your friendship taking over as you remained a statue, tense in karl’s hold.

“how’d you find out?” you shudder, your (e/c) orbs wide.

“alex.” once the name slipped from his teeth, you swore you never wanted to punt someone more than ever.

“he’s mad. he’s mad at you. he’s mad at me. he’s mad at both of us. he told me that hiding things like that is useless when it hurts someone like this. he knew that the both of us was hurting, so he told me everything. he told me that you liked me and that you have for a while.” karl explained with a sniffle, his grip on your waist tightening.

you didn’t know how to reply, mouth opening and closing in confusion. you let out a shaky breath.

“i also know why you left that day and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to upset you with everything, honestly. i didn’t mean to drive you away, and i didn’t mean for it to sound like i favored pokimane over you.” he lifted his hand, tucking a loose lock behind your ear, his lingering touch making your tummy flutter with those familiar butterflies, the ones that you never could get rid of.

“i-i’m sorry, too, karl. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just thought if i stayed away, then these feelings will die down, so i wouldn’t feel like i was having a heart attack anytime i’m next to you.” you deceived your side of the story, subconsciously leaning into his palm, your actions making his own stomach do cartwheels. “but, that failed. and it ended up doing more harm than good.”

“what made you think that i didn’t feel the same way?”

you were definitely not expecting that, leaving you dumbfound for the third time in the past few minutes.

“what?” you squeaked out.

“can i kiss you?” you felt like your body temperature went through the roof, your skin obviously dyed a deep vermillion, your breathing caught in your throat. you didn’t trust your voice from breaking, so you slowly nodded, scared that if you moved too fast that all of it would vanish in a second.

instantly, you felt his lips crash against yours, front teeth clashing from the force, but the feverishness settled down, ending up with a soft, almost timid pace. you noticed how quick the bitterness you were accustomed to disappear, being replaced with a surge of pleasant yearning.

your head was screaming as you kissed back, leaving you drunk in a cloud of awe. you felt his hand lay gently on your cheek, fingers buried in the roots at your neck, his thumb resting against your cheekbone, lightly stroking the soft skin with his other arm trapping you against his body.

you broke away slightly, feeling your lungs expand at the air you needed, only to be caught up once again, karl fueling the contact with as much passion and adoration he could possibly muster.

it eventually got the point where you pulled back, chest rattling with desperate oxygen. your eyes were closed, matching karl’s own shut hues, foreheads resting together in a urgency to be close, dumb, little lovesick smiles growing on your swollen lips.

“next time, how about you come to me over a situation like this?”

“you don’t have to tell me twice.”

hello anon! here’s you karl imagine! i hope you don’t mind the reader being the jealous one in this. btw, i hope i didn’t make it seem like pokimane was karl’s crush or anything! i tried to make the pinning as platonic as possible. anyway, i hope you enjoyed it! (i’m sorry for how rushed the ending was, i just wanted to get this out there!)

[emmyisafanandacon]

im surprised that the karl one blew up, thank you so much @mcytwriters for the recommend????!! super pog of yall!! ~<3

keep up the good work! i super appreciate what you guys are doing for the community and its probably not easy maintaining that blog so high respect!!

[emmyisafanandacon]

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. (𝐢𝐫𝐥!𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

[FLUFF] Word Count: 1065 words || TW: Swearing

It’s a good day today. You and your boyfriend Karl finally found time to have a nice date outside without the repercussions of a busy schedule tagging behind you both. So you two decided to hang around at a nearby arcade for a different yet fun scene.

As you toyed with the extra large drink you got the two of you to share together, you noticed that you boyfriend was not playing the claw machine he said he was planning to try a while ago.

You swore you left your boyfriend for only 5 minutes, and yet somehow, you found him drowning in a mountain of plushies inside the claw machine.

“KARL!” you rush to the glass box contraption where you can clearly see a grown man buried in a mountain of plushies. Despite the predicament he got himself into, he still throws a small cheery smile towards your direction.

“Uh, hey y/n!” he greets with a sheepish tone in his voice. “Uh... Come here often?”

“How did you get in there???!” you walk around the claw machine for any entrances available. The machine was huge, but you couldn’t find any man-sized panels that you could access. You noted that his shoes were tucked by the side of the machine.

“About that,” he fretted, moving around so he could sit up better in the sea of toys around him, “I found an opening into this claw machine and I thought I could just steal a plushie easily but I fell in...”

Fell in? You look up at the giant glass case and sure enough, the roof of the machine was not sealed, but wide open. The metal bar holding the claw was not blocking the opening, so anyone could have climbed in easily.

Except the machine was probably close to 9 feet in height.

You immediately found yourself giggling at your idiotic boyfriend. “You’re telling me you scaled this,” you gestured at the mechanic monolith, “got yourself stuck in here, and thought it was a good idea?”

Karl’s cheeks start to burn into a slight red, but he still smiles at the absurdity of his logic. “It felt like a good idea at that time.” he weakly excused.

Stifling your giggles, you pat the glass softly as your boyfriend pouts at your amusement. “I should go find an employee around to help us out okay? Stay put, I'll be right back.”

He gave a light frown in response, but he held up his hand against yours through the glass, a silent agreement to the idea. You then set off around the arcade to find an employee. There was a teenaged girl manning the place when you arrived, so she might be around.

Except no luck, no one seemed to be handling the booths, and there were no other visitors in the arcade. Strange, there should be some visitors, even if it’s a weekday, but no matter where you searched, no one seemed to be around.

You head back to the machine, placing down the drink you were holding onto a nearby coin pusher game.

“Sorry Karl, I couldn’t find anyone around to help...”

He gave a little sigh, but flashed a small smile in response. You both fell into silence, pondering on what you should do. You look up at the claw hanging a few feet above Karl, when an idea popped into your head.

“Karl, I have a really bad idea.” He raises a brow at you, leaning a bit closer to hear what you have to say. “We’re going to have to pull you out of the machine.”

He grimaced a little bit, but he nodded in agreement. You pondered for a bit, wondering how you can get him out of a 9 foot box, when your attention fell to the plushies surrounding him.

“Ah, I know!” You tap the glass pointing at the plushies. Your boyfriend’s face started to brighten up, catching on to your little idea as he started piling up the stuffed toys against the glass wall.

After a short while of stacking, the mountain seemed more than tall enough for Karl to reach the top.

Alright, time to win a boyfriend from the claw machine.

He prepares to climb on the mountain, mumbling a little sorry to the stuffed animals like an absolute sweetheart, and steps onto the pile. His feet sink slightly into the plushies, but the mountain still remains.

You grab a nearby stool and try to climb up the machine on your side as Karl’s hands reach the very top. “Ready?” you ask, as you grab one of his arms.

“Try not to fall as well please.” he begs as he positions his feet against the glass to better support himself.

“On the count of three, one... two... three!” you start pulling on your boyfriend as he pulls himself up the machine. He was able to loop a leg over to the other side, and with your guidance, was eventually able to safely land on the other side.

Once both your feet were planted safely on the floor, you both fell into hysterics. As he put on his shoes, you fetched the drink you left, the sides slightly damp, and handed it out to Karl.

He gave a bright beam as he sipped into the drink you held out for him. “Can’t believe you got boxed like a fish,” you tease.

Karl chokes on the drink for a split second, laughing out loud.

“Please don’t tell twitter about this-” “-I am so telling twitter about this.”

He gives a little pout and reaches into the pockets of his hoodie. “Guess you don’t want this then,” he fishes out a medium sized purple frog from his pockets and plops it into your hand.

“Oh my god, you actually got a plushie.”

He gives a cheery smile at you. “Of course I did!”

You laugh at his antics. “Alright, alright, let’s get out of here and go for milkshakes, I’m pretty sure what we just did was a crime,” you grab his arm and start tugging him out while he giggles, following you out of the arcade.

Little did the two of you know, the teenaged girl did see the whole thing and was laughing the whole time in the CCTV cameras. She was really bored with her shift and she doesn’t get paid enough for this shit.

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵! 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏 𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 1𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦!

𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘭’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦

𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳!

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im having lots of trouble putting together the karl x reader one a lot, like have a big idea for it but actually wording it into a proper story is h a r d

[emmyisafanandacon]

dad!karl blurb || irl!karl

Welcome to a random blurb i thought of that’s really undeveloped and unedited and does not have a developed end-

(C/n= childs name) & no gender or pronouns mentioned

“Hello? I’m homee”

Karl and your son froze. After looking at each other for a split second, they rush around, panicked. In a hushed whisper, Karl gave your five year old a task.

“Quick- hide them, put them under the bed or in the closet”

“Hello? Karl? C/n?”

You walked through the house, setting down your keys and phone, searching for your little family. It had been oddly silent the minute you stepped inside. Usually your son would come running in to greet you. Walking down the hallway, you grasp the doorknob to C/n’s room, turning it to open the door.

As the door opened, the two boys froze, caught in an act. Looking around, you noticed all of the toys had been pushed to the edges of the room, leaving a cleared circle in the middle. Your son had been kneeling on the floor, trying to stuff what seemed to inflatable bats under his bed.

“Y/n! Welcome home- how was work?” “Yea how was work!”

Amused, you pretended you had not seen anything. You quickly engulf your two boys into a hug, noticing how tense the two were. 

“Hi boys- it was okay but I missed youu how was your day?” “It was fun! Dad picked me up and then we-” 

Karl quickly cut him off, taking your attention away.

“We went home! We got his homework done and we were about to clean his room!” “Oh really? That’s a first- are you sure you didn’t buy THESE!”

You quickly snatch an inflatable bat lightly whacking the two boys. C/n squealed, trying to get the other.

“This is war!”

Karl grabbed another, and soon enough the three of you were hitting one another, unable to stop giggling. All that could be heard throughout the house was the echoing laughter from the three of you.

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melodies || irl!wilbur x reader

. request: Hey bae can i get an singer!reader where their chilling on stream with wilbur and tommy and tommys just like “hey can you sing for us” and they did and wilburs just like “oh shit i fell in love HARD”. Dont rush yourself! Take care<33

. tysm for the request! i loved this idea, i couldn’t delete it when requests were closed

. i made the reader a small streamer so it’d make a tiny bit more sense- Y for talking is you or y/n

. pronouns: they/them

. you were a small streamer, pushed to start streaming because of tommy

. you and tommy were pretty good friends, even though you were a bit older than him, so once you started your own channel, you appeared on his streams more often

. bonus! you were a singer, with a lovely voice

. at first, you didn’t interact much with wilbur or mention your singing because you were nervous- tommy usually pushed you to sing more on stream, but had sung not with wilbur present yet

. you often made singing your subgoal/channel point redemption, you loved to make it interactive sometimes

. you were nervous about showing wilbur your voice though, he already had many, many songs and you admired his songs and talent

. wilbur had already found you a charming person, but with limited interaction, he didn’t know too much about you

. however, this time you were in a chill stream with tommy & wilbur, only you and wilbur were streaming

T: “No I think it’s cool-” W: “Yea no I totally agree with you” T: “Wait Y/n, can you sing for us- please. I want to hear you sing that one song you showed me on your stream, I want Wilbur to hear” W: “Wait y/n- you sing?” Y: “Yea? Like once in a while, I quite like it” W: “You should sing for us- go for it, I want to hear.” Y: “I couldn’t- I’m not-” T: “Come on y/nnn, Wilbur hasn’t heard you yet.”

. you quickly prepared your voice, and started singing the notes, effectively shocking wilbur

. to him, you singing- was an absolute melody to his ears. he was shell shocked

   - he was just thinking: “how could someone sound so lovely”

. he wanted to hear that voice, your passion, your tone, for the rest of his life

. everyone in his chat noticed him freeze up, eyes slowly softening, perking up to listen properly

chat: “is wilbur going soft?” “SOFTBUR” “wilbur are you okay?”

. he could not say anything while you sang, he was so entranced, like you were a siren, calling out to him by singing before killing him 

. why can i just imagine him almost falling out of his chair-

  - he was so focused on it and shocked, but quickly caught himself

. secretly, tommy had been wanting to set the two of you up and was so happy once he saw wilbur’s reaction

. the first thing he said after was:

W: “Holy shit, you have a beautiful voice- why haven’t I heard you sing before?” T: “I told you he’d like your voice y/n” Y: “I was just nervous, okay tommy- you happy now?”

.  from that moment on, wilbur was enamored- he had fallen hard

. he wanted to shower you in endless compliments, but he could not find the words to how ethereal your voice sounded to him

. chat, having now heard your voice, wanted a collab

chat: “wilbur and y/n collab?” “Collab?”

. tommy, wanting to hear more singing, suggested Wilbur to sing soft boy

T: “Hey wilbur- can you sing us soft boy?” W: “Again, tommy?” T: “Please- y/n sung for us, now it;s your turn”

. pulling out his guitar, he began to sing

. having heard the song, tommy began to chime in, harmonizing

. you, with the permission of wilbur, had also heard the song beforehand, quickly harmonizing with the two of them

. wilbur, still incredibly in love with your voice, quickly quieted down, wanting to hear more of you

. he just wanted to hear you pls- it was quickly jsut you, which was the opposite of what was supposed to happen

T: “Wilbur- you’re supposed to be singing!” W: “Sorry- I just wanted to hear y/n sing again.” (i would get so flustered after that)

. after the stream, he started searching for your stream slips of you singing, completely fixated on the screen

. he wanted to collab so bad, as well as just get to know you better

. but he knew that at that moment, that’s when you were the melody of his world, his gem 

an: sorry this one is so short- i was a bit stuck but got some opinions from some irl friends!

taglist:  @acidtabletz @mayasimagines @kai-was-here​ @xoxothornbudoxox​ @forutheworld​ @losingvienna​ @kutozume​ @truthfulsyncerity​ @luluwinchester​ @cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc​ @dreamiewrites​ @a-simp-for-block-people​ @dysfunctionalcrab​ @ella-ivanov​ @akasuki​

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COMFORT FIC RECCOMENDATIONS

hi :) just wanted to list down some of my favourite fics/headcanons. they’re all super fluffy and just ones you should read when you’re in a fluffy comforting mood <3 main ones are for karl, george, quackity, but there are multiple cc ones too! this totally wasn’t made so i can constantly come back to them and melt and cry

karl

shut me up: @beavtifvl-wallows

i’m baby: @dreamerstreamer

take it slow: @mcyt-headcanons

puppy surprise: @basilly

sleepy karl: @quackitree

18: @sleepysoupi

george

dodging kisses: @thesolferino

bubble: @dreamsbff

dusty: @ethotlliot

valentine’s day: @thesolferino

jealous george: @lvers

build a bear: @lvers

chef: @scare-crowed

quackity

no kisses: @basilly

predictable: @basilly

falling asleep on him: @quackitree

clingy: @quackisinnit

don’t leave: @mayasimagines

cute aggression: @mina-luv-bot

pillow fort: @sleepyteddies

sapnap

cuddle bug: @dreamcatcherrs

the dream team

disney movies: @bozowrites

matching mc skins: @cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc [+bbh]

sudden urge to cuddle: @akasuki

cuddles: @disastrousdream

multiple cc’s

domestic drabbles: @sapdaddynotfound

little things: @sapdaddynotfound

favourite things about them: @akasuki

kisses: @inniterhq

I WILL BE UPDATING THIS CONSTANTLY <3

[emmyisafanandacon]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐢𝐫𝐥!𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Word Count: 477 words || TW: Swearing

College, politely speaking, is an absolute bitch to deal with. For some reason, every professor had the collective thought to make their deadlines by the end of this week, which is, frankly speaking, a pain in the ass. Which is why you’re now at the kitchen table, with stacks of notebooks and textbooks surrounding you and your laptop, arranged in a systematically chaotic way. You hear Quackity’s agonized groan across the sea of papers and books strewn all over the dining table, his face buried in between his personal mountain of highlighted words and graphical representations. “mhfmrfmrhhfm-” he grumbles eloquently into his amass of notes and papers. You tug a little onto his beanie to grab his attention, and he pouts in return. He tosses a small paper ball back in retaliation, the ball harmlessly bouncing off your forehead. You gave him a little frown, and he just laughs. “You interrupted my dramatic moaning,” he giggles as he grabs a new sheet of paper, “So I had to do something about it.” “Alright,” you roll your eyes at him. “Go back to your paper, don’t you have that due soon?” He gives you a small pout, but nods in agreement and continues to focus on his laptop. You both continue to work in relative silence, with the sounds of your laptop keyboards clacking along with the occasional rustle of paper being the only sounds filling the room. Normally, Quackity would be somewhat conversational, but the recent toll of schoolwork required a lot of concentration from him. Plus, with his streaming, he needed to gather more energy for himself. The silence wasn’t unwelcome as you tried to finish another assignment, seeking for another source for your third requirement that night. As you skimmed through multiple websites, time passed quickly as minutes drizzled into hours. Suddenly, cold metal was pressed onto your cheek, and you found yourself looking up at Quackity, who was pressing a cold can of Coke up to you face. He offered a small smile, even though you can tell by his eyes that he was just as tired as you were. You take the can, and with silent agreement, allowed him to take the seat next to you. He rests his head onto your shoulder, peering down at your computer screen. Schoolwork is still an absolute bitch. That’s never going to change. But small moments like this? They’re not so bad. He falls asleep on your shoulder after around 30 minutes, and you had to shift him awake for him to sleep in a much more comfortable position (after ensuring that he did do all his schoolwork). And he continues to slumber on, as you finish up your work, his jacket bundled up as a pillow on the table. And if you joined his nap? Nobody could blame you for that, it was pretty late...

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵! 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯,, 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦

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𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐫𝐥!𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Word count: 358 words

𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

“George! There’s a reason why your banned from the kitchen!”

In front of you, was a whole mess. Your boyfriend has cluttered up all tables with assorted tools laying about. The steak was partially seasoned, the ingredients are scattered and, oh god what did he do-

George just flashes a wide smile at your direction, eyes sparkling with excitement. “(Y/N)! I’m cooking!”

“Yeah, you’re mashing food together in a weird way- move aside, I have to make sure you haven’t done anything weird.”

“I haven’t! I swear I was doing everything properly!”

“...”

He gives you a small pout, and suddenly you have no resolve inside you.

... In your defense. It’s hard to say no to him.

“Fine. I’ll let you help me, but you better do whatever I say!”

And so, the next hour was spent with you and him in the kitchen with you patiently explaining how to properly do the recipe. That doesn’t stop him from being a dork however, with him sprinkling some flour into your hair (which may have started a small flour fight, adding a bigger mess into the kitchen) or him joking around with the utensils (“George, please don’t hold the knife like that, you might hurt yourself.”).

Eventually, you both were able to cook a decent meal for two without any more collateral damage.

As you start sweeping the flour-covered floor, you feel arms wrap behind you, a small giggle vibrating behind your ear. You lightly tap George’s cheek with the stick end of the broom.

“What are you doing?” you mumble to your silly boyfriend.

“You haven’t even tasted the steak yet, and you’re already cleaning up.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll grab a knife and fork.”

He releases his hold, allowing you to grab a knife and fork from a nearby drawer. You cut up a piece of the steak, pressing it to his lips.

With a small smile, he takes a bite. “Tastes good?” you ask.

He hums a sound of agreement, pressing his lips onto yours, allowing you to taste the flavor of the steak on his lips.

... Needs a bit more seasoning, but that’s alright.

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵! 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘪