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I'm moving blogs!

Hello all! Due to this blog being my secondary blog I'm having a lot of trouble connecting with people and I know I won't be able to interact with mutuals. Don't worry, I'm putting all my old work and will continue posting new content on this one! Please follow my new blog and let me know if you want to be friends :)

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bringing home a puppy to the mcyts

⋆｡˚ summary: when you find a stray puppy on the street you can't help but bring the poor thing back home ⋆｡˚ pairings: cc!dream x reader, cc!george x reader, cc!sapnap x reader, cc!karl jacobs x reader, cc!quackity x reader, cc!wilbur x reader, cc!niki x reader ⋆｡˚ warnings: none

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Dream

even if he loves dogs, when you randomly come home with a puppy you found outside the supermarket...

he’s like a disappointed mother

thinks you’re trying to replace patches

but once the pup’s had a vet visit and a bath he slowly falls in love with it

100% embodies the dad who didn’t want a dog but loves the dog more than anyone else

let’s be clear, he only keeps the dog if patches gets along with them

likes to get cute costumes for the puppy and patches

“Look there was a 2 for 1 deal for pet costumes, they can match for Halloween”

George

realistically he’s gonna say no

he lives in an apartment and already has a cat and a dog

but if you’re really adamant about keeping the pup he’ll eventually cave

he likes seeing you happy and the cute puppy is a bonus

every time George has a nap you can be sure the puppy’s curled up under the blanket with him

“Look at how sweet they look napping, no no keep your voice down they need their rest.”

Sapnap

honestly he’s up for it

he’s used to taking care of dogs and he just gets captivated with the thought of a new puppy

loves to spoil the dog, like takes them to the pet store and buys any toy they sniff

definitely walks with the puppy a lot

likes to keep active to make sure they grow up healthy

“They met a new friend today on our walk, you should’ve seen how cute were together.”

Karl

he’s surprised you beat him to it

if Karl doesn’t come home with a new puppy everyday you’re lucky

he is absolutely head over heels for the little pup and is ecstatic that you brought them home

Karl almost cries every time the pup gives him a kiss

they gang up on you when they want something, double puppy eyes are literally impossible to resist

he almost cries when you schedule the first vet appointment, holds the puppy all the way there and buys them a special treat when they finish

“Karl they have treats at home, we don’t need anymore.” “But they were so brave when the nurse was doing those tests, they deserve a reward!”

Quackity

he’s kind of worried when you first bring home the stray

puppy’s are a lot of work but he’s willing to put in the effort with you for the little pup

he has so much fun with the pup and he doesn’t mind staying up when the dog gets rowdy since he streams late anyway

teaches the puppy lots of tricks and loves to show off on stream

likes to put the pup on his lap and move their paws around on the keyboard

“Look at my superstar go chat! Bet you’re all jealous you don’t have a cool puppy like me!”

Wilbur

probably a little apprehensive even if he can afford it, just doesn’t want more stress in his life

you promise to take care of it and he lets you

but the dog all but falls in love with him and follows him around everywhere he goes

Wilbur isn’t so quick to admit it but he adores the pup’s company

takes them to the office when he streams and sets up a puppy cam so chat can see

calls the pup his baby which causes a lot of confusion on stream

“My beautiful baby came to join stream, no no not a real baby, no I’m not pregnant chat!”

Niki

she’s so sweet about it

knows it’ll be an extra expense but is more than willing to take care of a stray pup

the puppy’s first bath ends with you and Niki covered in soapy water, trying to hold back your laughter

Niki does a good job of keeping the pup calm and socialized with the other animals

she definitely sneaks the puppy some scraps from the kitchen when she thinks you’re not looking

“But how are they going to grow up big and strong if they never have protein!”

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fresh plumage

·˚ * summary: when the one person avian!quackity let himself trust is taken from him, he has no one else to turn to, no one but you

·˚ * pairing: c!quackity x reader

·˚ * warnings: character death (not quackity)

·˚ * word count: 1.4 k

·˚ * genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff?

·˚ * note: part 2 of pin feathers requested by this lovely person!

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Create no emotional attachments to anything. Everything gets destroyed.

Charlie had told you this on one of his many visits following your meeting after Quackity’s molt. More specifically he had told you this while getting fat green tears all over your freshly cleaned carpet.

Apparently Quackity had been training him to take over Las Nevadas. Charlie absolutely refused to tell you why he would ever need to take over the country and what Quackity was planning that could leave his pride and joy in the green boy’s hands.

Whenever Charlie would visit he would be sure to tell you the things you had learned. The lessons were worrying, they sounded an awful lot like the things Quackity would say before he left you to build Las Nevadas.

You found yourself worrying about these rules more and more as the days went on. The rain was pelting against the window panes and you tried to hush your thoughts by baking a pie. Only halfway through the whole process had you realized this was Quackity’s recipe.

You remember when he had taught it to you, on a day when everything was still grand and sunny. When he regaled you with tales of his mother scolding him for sneaking slices before dinner and put pepper flakes in the filling when he didn’t have his way.

You should be more used to hearing knocking on your door by now, with Charlie visiting so often. Still, it was unusually late for one of his visits, and the weather was quite harsh for a walk to your hidden home.

“Charlie if you’re all swollen up from the rain you’re not coming in. I told you if you keep making tracks in my house you’re paying for a new...” You can’t help the way the sentence stops when you open to door.

Quackity is standing on the doorstep. He can’t seem to look at you but there’s a strange shudder in his breath that says it all.

Your body moves to the side without you knowing, instinct to comfort and heal taking over. His boots sound even heavier with the amount of rain they hold. They’re ruining your carpet, soaking it and staining it with mud.

For a second neither of you move, too afraid to explain or speak or cry. Maybe you imagined it but you could’ve sworn he met your eyes before looking back down at the ground.

You don’t know if you catch your breath or let it go buy your feet seem to muster up the courage to bring your body to your room. Quackity stands still for a moment, before deciding to follow you through the small cottage.

You open a chest in your room and take out a pair of pants and a plain T-shirt that once belonged to him. You’re not sure if you should be embarrassed or sad that you still know where they are.

You remember when he had first left. When you clung to these pieces of fabric, held them on dark nights and tried to imagine his breathing next to you.

Quackity has the decency to keep him eyes down when you hand him the clothes, still soft and clean. When you pass him to leave the room you try not to stare at the way his thumbs brush the cotton.

When he emerges from the room, he’s holding his boot instead of wearing them, and carrying his wet clothes in the other hand. You can see his eyes widen at the sight of the mud he tracked in, like he hadn’t known about it when he entered. It’s not hard to imagine the kind of daze he must’ve been in when he entered, the glaze in his eyes and shallow breathing made it more than evident.

He finds you at the fireplace, stoking the flames and heating up the small living room. He sits next to you straightening out his clothes to dry. Once he’s done he only stares at the fire. The towel you left out for him sits abandoned to the side.

You try not to make your movements too harsh, slowly shifting to sit behind him, lifting the towel in a smooth moment. You’re distantly aware that this was the situation you two found yourself in months ago. You suppose you should be glad he came to you first, but none of the pain is visible on his body, and that’s what worries you the most.

His hair’s dripping onto his shirt, creating a pattern of droplets on the fabric. As gently as you could you swiped the towel against the hair at the nape of his neck. You steadily move the towel up his scalp, reaching as much of his hair without pushing off the soaked beanie he has chosen to keep on.

He reaches his hand up, and for a moment you’re afraid he’ll push you away again, fall back into himself and leave. But his hand pushes its way into his hair, and slips to beanie off his head, resting it next to his other drying clothes.

Here he was, bearing himself to you, for the first time in ages, and all you can do is dry his hair. You thought you had healed, thought you had gotten past the stage of silent resignation, but you can’t find a single word to say.

Maybe you can’t say anything but you hope he can feel the care in the way you towel his hair dry. You hope he can sense the tenderness you hold in this moment.

Maybe you shouldn’t have risked it, maybe you should’ve kept your distance. But maybe the Gods were listening as you said your silent prayer, because when you raised the towel to his wings, he leaned into your hands.

“Charlie’s dead. Purpled killed him.” His voice is so quiet when he finally speaks, low and a bit cracked from disuse.

You want to move. To grab him and hold him tight, but you wait.

He turns to face you and you want to cry. You had expected silence, a stone face clone of your Quackity. But he held so much pain in his face, his scar pulled tight from the stretch of his frown.

You do move. You grab him and hold him close and maybe you should fuss over your shirt shoulder growing wet, but all you can do is hold him. You try to keep your breathing steady but his is so ragged you can't help but mirror it.

His hands are fisted in your shirt and he’s heaving in air while you cradle the back of his head. The 2 of you can only cry. Over Charlie, over the life you missed, over the life you wish you still had.

“I can’t anymore Y/n, I can’t.” He’s begging between breaths. “I can’t keep losing people. I just want to rest, I just want to go home.”

“Shh Q, it’s ok Q, you’re here. Please just breath for me.” You’re rubbing the space between the base of his wings and you thank the heavens he doesn’t pull away. He only shuffles himself farther into your hold.

You remember the last time you held him like this. When you both woke up in a bed clearly missing 2 people. When you comforted him until you woke up in a bed alone.

But he’s here. He’s holding onto you like you’ll disappear and you feel like you might. What does this mean, what will happen, you finally let go and here he was again.

Later in the night, when you’ve managed to coax Quackity to lay down and rest you realize he knows you to well.

“Please stay.” He must’ve known you were planning to sleep on the couch. “I know it won’t fix everything but I’m sorry.”

You let him lift the sheets and pull you to lay next to him. You let yourself look at his soft features.

Tomorrow you will wake up. Maybe he won’t be next to you. But if he is, you will creep around the house quietly and finish baking the pie and sit at the worn table and eat breakfast with him.

For now you are contented to lay beside him. To listen to his breath get slower until he falls asleep. To trace his scar in your mind, or with your fingers if you feel brave enough. For now you will rest. The both of you.

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Can we get a part 2 for Pin feathers? Low key in love with your writing .

hi!! thank you for the request, I'll be putting out a part 2 to the "pin feathers" fic later today :)

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hi peach :D

I'm Amren

I was wondering if I could request a headcanons of cuddling with Sam?

It's cool though if you don't want to

Have a nice day :)

cuddling with awesamdude headcanons

pairing: cc!awesamdude x reader

warnings: sam picks reader up but that's just because he's strong

note: thank you so much for the ask! I absolutely love the idea of cuddling with this big teddy bear I hope you like it :)

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he is always down for cuddles

like... always

even if he’s streaming, the second you suggest a hug he’s pulling you into his lap

most of the time it's you initiating the cuddles

he still gets shy around you, even if you’ve been together for a long time

he just feels bad interrupting what you’re doing

but the second you tell him you have time he’s scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the couch or the bed

let me just say HE SMELLS SO GOOD

like he just always smells so comforting and you can’t help but bury your head in his shoulder

and he so warmmmmmm

wraps his arms around your waist and settles you as close to his chest as possible

definitely the big spoon

he just likes to know you’re safe in his arms

if your back’s to him, he likes to press little kisses to the back of your neck

if you’re facing him he’s just watching all the tension drain from your body as you relax

smiles when you tell him about your day

he just loves the little domestic moments he gets with you

he secretly loves when you fall asleep with your head on his chest

just admires you as you rest

scratches your scalp a bit and listens to your soft breathing

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pin feathers

·˚ * summary: avian!quackity is going through a molt, a worried charlie slimecicle seeks you out for help

·˚ * pairing: c!quackity x reader

·˚ * warnings: mentions of blood, yelling, abandonment

·˚ * word count: 1.5 k

·˚ * genre: angst, hurt/no comfort

·˚ * note: yes I know quackity doesn't call slimecicle "charlie" until after his death but I felt weird writing "slime" as his name

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Living on the SMP was never going to be easy. You didn't expect it to be easy.

Then again, you didn't expect 2 of your fiancés to abandon you. You didn't expect your last fiancé to fall off the deep end and become the mastermind of a gambling scheme. You didn't expect, after all the love you've given, you would end up alone.

Your days were filled with quiet ministrations, distractions to keep yourself from mourning the life you had. Sharp taps sounding from your front door startled you from your task. Making your way to the door, you picked up your pace as the raps got louder and faster.

Throwing open the front door your found yourself face to face with a rather green boy who wore a worried expression on his face. "Y/n! Y/n!" How did he know your name? "You have to help him!" was the only thing he repeated as he grabbed your wrists and started tugging you in on direction.

"Wait!" you tugged yourself free from his hands "Back up! Who are you?" Finally the green man turned to you, now sporting a child-like grin.

"I'm a human person! With meat and bones!" He stated excitedly, seeming to miss your frustration.

"You got a name?" A wild nod was his response as he once again took your wrist and continued walking.

"I didn't always have a name! But Quackity from Las Nevadas calls me 'Charlie'." For the second time you pause, slipping from his grasp. Charlie turned with a confused expression to see you walking back towards your house.

"I don't want to see Quackity." was all you told Charlie when he got in front of you to stop your marching.

"But you're the only one who can help! His wings are hurting and he said 'Y/n from L'Manberg is the only who knows how to help' and you're Y/n!" Desperately he tried to explain the situation, succeeding when you stopped walking.

"What do you mean his wings hurt?" The boy's face twisted into concern as he described Quackity's mood swings, the way he was always itching and picking at his wings, and most worryingly, the fact that he wouldn't leave his room this morning.

"All right." You decided Charlie wouldn't give up and Quackity was clearly going through a tough molt. "Take me to him." The boy smiled before once again wrapping your hand in his slightly slimy grip.

The journey wasn't long but it still left you with enough time to think about your circumstances. This would be the first time you had seen Quackity since he abandoned you for Las Nevadas. The impressive buildings surrounding you did nothing to quell your nerves. You barely realized you were at his door until Charlie whispered that you should go in alone.

The door gave a dramatic creak, revealing Quackity slouching in bed, the duvet covered in feathers and stained with small amounts of blood. His eyes met yours and widened in frenzy.

"Why are you here?" He began to rise, before wincing and halting his movements. "Get out. I don't want you here."

You tried your best to remain stoic. He was in pain, he was frustrated and you were in his safe space. Still, it hurt you to hear those words coming from the same man who once promised himself to you. Maybe you expected too much from him, a smile, a sparkle in his eye. But here he sat, wishing you were gone.

You heard yourself take a shaky breath before you felt it. "I'm just here to help Q." You lifted your hands to placate his anger. You'd been witness to his molts time and time again, but they were never like this. "Charlie asked me to help." You tacked on when he still held the same questioning expression.

"I don't need help. Least of all yours." He spat out again.

Sighing once again, you searched the room for supplies, Quackity too tired to stop you. You set out a towels and a bucket of warm water beside the large mirror at the head of the room. "Come on Q. Sit."

With a final huff, he sets himself down slowly onto the largest towel in front of the mirror. Settling down on your knees behind him, you wet a towel and begin cleaning the dried blood from his wings and back. Should you speak? Do you really have any place to lecture him on his lack of care anymore? It's clear he doesn't want you here, but then why did he mention you to Charlie?

Placing the towel down you straightened yourself and find your voice. "I'm just gonna remove the loose ones, ok? Tell me if it hurts." You can't bring yourself to look up and his lack of response prompts you to begin your work. Scanning through his wings you find a gap where a feather's begun to come loose.

Gently touching the base of the feather you ask him if it feels alright to remove. He only gives a gruff "Its fine.", leaving you to finally look up to the mirror. You search his face for any sign of discomfort. There was a time in your relationship where you wouldn't have needed the mirror. When he would've told you if it hurt without fear of feeling weak. When he would've come to you for comfort, without question.

"Stop. I know you're looking. I said it was fine." Quackity's voice spurs you to look away from him. You don't apologize, simply removing the feather and placing it on the towel under him. You continue to pull feathers that had lost their hold.

An accidental brush of your hand against an incoming pin feather, the kind that itch and sting, causes Quackity to hiss through his teeth. Your hands move on their own to the base of his wings, to rub the tension from his back, like you used to do. Only this time, he stiffens, rolls his shoulders away and widens the gap between the two of you.

You can't bring yourself to look at him through the mirror, only muttering a small "Sorry." before rising to dispose of the towels and errant feathers. Quackity remains seated at the mirror while you clean around him, speaking once you reach the door.

"Why'd you come? Really. Why now?" He asks. You wish he didn't. You wish he let you leave in peace. You wish you had the strength to leave anyway. Instead you turn away from the door, leaning against the adjacent wall and crossing your arms.

"Your molt was bad. You needed me and I came. That's it." The words come easier than you imagined. That's all it was, right? The actions of a concerned citizen.

"Then why didn't you come the first time." You knew he would ask this. "I needed you then. Why didn't you come." He finishes his thought, still staring into the mirror.

Your not really sure why. You had loved him. He had needed you, but you didn't come. "I needed peace Q, not whatever this is. This isn't..."

"What? This isn't me, right?" He cuts you off before you can continue. "You're just like everyone else. You think I've changed. That I'm such a bad guy now. I'm beyond saving, I'm just some lunatic." His hands fly around frantically as he stands to speak.

His rant stops. His arms hang by his sides as he waits for your rebuff. Waits for you to argue and scream just like him. "You've always been like this Q." He waits again. "You've always been passionate and ambitious. It just, you used to be those things for me. And now..."

The sentence hangs unfinished in the air. Neither of you rush to complete it, fearing what it'll mean.

"So that's it." You can hear the defeat in his voice without having to look. "I'm unforgivable, huh?"

The way he says it sounds like a statement and a question all at once. Lifting your weary eyes to meet his, you truly look at him for the first time.

"You're not unforgivable Q. I'm just tired of forgiving people."

You hold his gaze for as long as you can bear it, turning back towards the room's exit. The door gives a soft click behind you and Charlie's slumped form pops up from the floor. He really hung around that whole time.

Once again his eyes shine brightly, as he asks if Quackity is better. You explain to Charlie how to watch over Quackity's wings, to stop him from itching and keep his sheets clean. The boy gives you a serious face as he nods along with your instructions.

You begin to walk away from Charlie, but stop and turn to watch him settle back down beside the door, seemingly getting ready to stay the night there. "Charlie." You call out to him. He raises his head from his knees and gives you a smile. "Does he treat you well?"

Charlie's smile grows as he answers. "Yep! He says we're best friends!" Good. At least Quackity has someone to take care of him. You continue down the hall, readying yourself for your journey home.

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late night shopping with the mcyts

⋆｡˚ summary: you want late night snacks and decide to drag your favorite streamer along with you ⋆｡˚ pairings: cc!dream x reader, cc!george x reader, cc!sapnap x reader, cc!karl jacobs x reader, cc!quackity x reader, cc!wilbur x reader, cc!niki x reader, cc!tubbo x reader (platonic), cc!ranboo x reader (platonic), cc!tommy x reader (platonic) ⋆｡˚ warnings: none

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Dream

he’s probably down with it, seeing how late he normally stays up

tries to smuggle patches into the car

mopes if you make him leave her at home

refuses to let you pay even if it’s like $3

annoys the worker at the register with his constant wheezing

like sir it’s midnight, please cut the college student some slack

“Look *wheeze* it’s called *wheeze* it’s called sugar balls *wheeeezee*”

George

gonna be completely honest, he refuses

like he’s just been woken up and you think he’s going to get in a car and shop for snacks

if you manage to drag him to the store through some miracle, he’s still not happy

he’ll totally whine the whole time, asking if your done yet and constantly telling you how tired he is

“Come onnnnn… I’m so tiredddd! How long does it take you to pick something out?”

Sapnap

he agrees but only after you promise to buy him a snack too

holds onto your sleeve because he’s still tired from being woken up and doesn’t want to get lost in the store

stands really close to you and kinda slumps onto you while you pick a snack

he’s just tired and clingy and he wants to get back home but he likes hanging out with you

“Fine, fine, I’ll come… but only if you promise to buy me something too.”

Karl

let’s be honest, he’s the one who asks

he somehow ran low on his never ending monster supply and you’re the solution

picks out a flavor for you to try with him

definitely turns the snack run into a night drive

lets you pick the music and sings along with you

“What the honk? They don’t have my flavor! Looks like we have to go to the next store.”

Quackity

there's 2 types of situations

if you wake him up, he's fairly quite the whole time just picking out his snacks and crashing the second he gets back into bed

if he was already up, you're in for a long night

runs around the whole store and picks up every single thing he sees

peers at you through the aisles and scares you when you round the corner

"What do you mean I can't get wintergreen, spearmint and cool mint? How am I supposed to tell them apart?"

Wilbur

whether or not he's driving, he is 100% in charge of the music

sings softly in the car, promises he won't fall asleep at the wheel

points out the stars when you step out of the car

keeps his hand on the small of your back while you shop

definitely rests his head on you if you stand still for more that 0.1 second

just sits in the car with you, sharing snacks, talking

he could talk with you all night

tries to remember every little moment, wants to write a song about it

"Can you see that? I think that's our star, it's almost as pretty as you y'know."

Niki

she's very sleepy if you wake her up, so she won't quite know what's going on but still goes with you

if she's already awake when you ask her, it's pretty much the same vibe

very chill, minimal talking, calm music on the ride there

she'll share her headphones with you so you're still connected even when you're in different aisles

she just likes making memories with you y'know

you and her fight over who brings the bags to the car

she wins

pulls you over to the security camera and takes a couple pictures of the two of you

"Oh, you look so cute in this one! Do you think I should post it?"

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo (platonic)

don’t ask them

for the love of god don’t ask them

it’s a disaster, of course it’s a disaster

Tommy somehow managed to get his hands on the biggest bottle of Diet Coke you’ve ever seen

Ranboo is struggling to hold Tubbo back from the lighters as the short boy mutters something about arson

you just wanted a snack

it’s a miracle if you don’t get kicked out

“Tommy I’m going to kill you.” “No, Tubbo put the scissors down”

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foolish masterlist

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technoblade masterlist

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awesamdude masterlist

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₊˚ˑ cuddling headcanons

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punz masterlist

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nihachu masterlist

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wilbur soot masterlist

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quackity masterlist

fics

₊˚ˑ pin feathers

avian!quackity is going through a molt, a worried charlie slimecicle seeks you out for help

₊˚ˑ fresh plumage (pin feather's part 2)

when the one person avian!quackity let himself trust is taken from him, he has no one else to turn to, no one but you

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karl jacobs masterlist

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sapnap masterlist

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george masterlist

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