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Question for this series

https://nickiminajithequeenofrap.tumblr.com/post/682861027726131200/title-%E3%83%84-quackitiee-x-reader-might-be-a

Do you guys want y/n to end up with wilbur or be with quackity

(the story will be different depending on which character you guys choose)

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title: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Quackitiee x reader

(might be a series i might actually continue)

(warnings: use of quackity's real name i think that's it feel free to tell me if theres more)

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Alex had been ignoring me for about a 2 weeks now it's either he's busy or visiting dream in the prison he hasn't said a word to me other than " im off to work " or " i have to visit dream " at this point I'm being suspicious of him, I've asked foolish if he had seen quackity working in the casino lately he said he hasn't l, so it was either he's actually visiting dream.

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(there was supposed to be a read more thingy here but Tumblr mobile is bitch ass hoebag fuckin fuggly ass)

I've been with quackity since the start i was there for him when he was at his lowest, i was there to see him become the man he is now, so it hurts seeing him ignoring me like I'm stranger.

I felt like i don't even exist to him, like i was just a person he runs to when he needs something

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Then it happened, all my questions we're answered that night.

-- flashback --

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It was 6:12pm the sun was setting usually I'd be watching it with him while he whispers sweet things to my ear

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met y/n, if you weren't here I'd probably be lost, You're the reason why i wake up and no one can ever change that i love you pretty girl."

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I decided to visit the casino i haven't been there much recently. I walked in the casino and was greeted by the roses quackity had order to display in the casino, he said he wanted the whole casino covered in roses because they were my favourite flowers and because every time he sees them, he thinks of me.

I was walking towards quackity's office when Charlie stopped me " Ms y/n quackity from las nevadas isn't in his office, he's currently at the restaurant" i nodded and thanked him.

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I started heading towards the restaurant and saw him He was giving a girl I've never seen before a rose

a girl someone would say is prettier than me, a girl who looked like everything I've always thought i lacked she was beautiful.

Quackity was talking about how he hasn't been seeing her lately.

"It's been a while since I've seen you *chuckles you haven't been here lately." The woman then responded with a smile "you literally just visited me yesterday my love" which he then responded "i know but it felt like forever waiting for you to come back here" he leaned down to give her a kiss, just like what he used to do but with me.

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I couldn't bare to watch anymore and ran out all the way to exit of las nevadas till collapsed beside the sign and started bawling my eyes out i cried for minutes until i heard something i came to my senses and pulled out my axe

'i-it can't be'

"Such a shame you two were such a match since the beginning *smiles" i stared at him with suprise and pointed my axe right at his neck until out of nowhere he started laughing and said "That's not really a nice way to greet an old friend isn't it y/n" while tucking my hair behind my ear i dropped my weapon out of shocked "you really are alive now aren't you wilbur." i said he then responded "well.. i came back for you after all"

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(I HAVEN'T READ THIS CHAPTER YET BUT TURN IT UP)

SOOOOO...uhhh

Because I Had You 🥀 Chapter 3

CHARACTER: Alex/Quackity x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: In which Quackity is left reminiscing about his past relationship with his ex-girlfriend after their breakup.

WARNINGS: mainly angst, um crying and mentions of moving on? there's like no fluff here sorry guys

A-N: Bit of a shorter chapter, but that's because I didn't know what else to write for it. Enjoy though :)

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QUACKITY PULLED HIMSELF through the sliding door of the grocery store. His eyes scanned the surrounding area as he searched for the food items he needed. He just wanted to hurry up and get this shopping done and go home already. Every little thing still reminds him of the wonderful girl he had lost.

His hands clutched at the basket he held tightly, staring sadly at the display of apples in front of him. Apples were always your favourite, he had remembered from all the times he would see you eating the juicy fruit.

He shook his head, forcing himself to grab a couple and put them into his basket. His feet slowly moved on, attempting to distract himself from everything. But it was incredibly difficult when for some reason anything he saw in that stupid grocery store, he would somehow manage to link it back to you.

Your favourite foods, drinks, snacks. Everytime he walked past the aisles they belonged in, it made him want to scream. His eyes fought to hold back tears as he shakily grabbed a can of whatever food he needed and put it into his basket again.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should have waited a few more days to go shopping again. He did just breakup up with his longtime girlfriend, and he didn't think he was in the right state of mind at that moment.

"What do you want for the future?" You asked, from where you sat huddled into his side on the living room couch. Quackity's fingers gently drawing small circles onto your arms as the two figures attempted to just take in the moment between them.

He liked this, he liked the spent time together where they both could just hang and intertwine themselves as they talked about whatever meaningless topics they could have thought of. No distractions like streaming, work or anything else that was stressful. It was just them. The two of them so utterly in love.

"I don't know, any future is fine. As long as you're in it." He finally said, after taking a moment to think it through. He knew what he was saying was true, as cliche as it may be. He did see himself at your side every single day. He did see himself stood across from you at the end of the aisle, professing your vows to each other.

"That was kinda cheesy, but I do agree." Y/n allowed a small chuckle to slip past her lips, adjusting the position you were in for a moment. "I'm not sure what I'd do if I didn't have you in my life, Alex"

Nevermind, he definitely couldn't do this today. He carefully placed whatever object he'd just picked up back down. He dropped the almost full basket onto the ground where he stood. He needed to get out of there already, so he hurriedly turned on his heel and turned out of the store.

He was sure, there was a ton of eyes drawing onto his retreating figure as he exited. But he didn't care at that moment. He felt like it was too overwhelming inside that store, he couldn't focus properly on the groceries he need to buy, when all he could think of was Y/n.

His feet carried themself back to his car. He opened the car door, and got back in. He refused to let the tears fall again, as he buckled his seatbelt and prepared to drive out of the parking lot and back home. He wanted to head home, before he fully broke down then.

Why did he have to allow himself to do what he did to the girl he loved the most? When it's everything he's regretted since. I guess it's the consequences he's supposed to face for his own shitty actions.

You were literally everything he ever wanted in a romantic partner. Atleast that's he always thought, until he completely fucked it up that day.

Of course, even his car radio had it out for him. He thought as the sudden lyrics of "-thought I knew just what I wanted" could suddenly be heard playing through the car speakers.

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Imagine arresting PROFESSIONAL NASA SCIENTIST but can't even arrest a rapist.

#LetTheEarthBreath

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I'm not the type of person to make this kind of post but, I was trying to calm down my anxiety and opened a social media app to meet this

I would like to share this just to spread awareness of what's happening right now. Scientists are trying to warn us that we only have 3-5 years left and the government just ignored them and now some of the scientists got arrested by the cops because of their protest. The scientists who protested to warn us risked not only their jobs but their lives also for us to just hear them out after being ignored for years

I also wanted to mention here in the Phillipines, we're experiencing complicated weather's, typhoons, landslides, and floods from other places.

I know some of you are already aware of what's happening. On how some of us is currently in panic because of sudden news from scientists.

Help us to spread word and awareness. If you can only do a small thing. Don't worry it's such a big help already since some of us is waking up on reality already.

This is Peter Kalmus

A Nasa scientist and Climate Activist who’s recently got arrested alongside with other activist by the cops because of their PEACEFUL PROTEST. He said that we only got less than 3 years to do about climate change before we will face catastrophic Warning and the government didn’t do something.

They want to end the use of fossil fuels and other bad sources of energy that rises the temperature of our environment.

We are clearly facing the consequences slowly like how number cyclones recently increased and caused a major impact to oyr county like Typhoon Odette and Bagyong Agaton. Global warming is also a major cause of natural disasters such as Cyclones and recent study shows that the globan temperature increased for the last few decades.

Sadly, most people don’t even care and the government doesn’t listen and industrial companies are still continually destroying our planet. It’s so sad people like Peter Kalmus and Greta Thunberg are risking their lives just for the good of our lives, for our planet and also for future generations.

HERE’S WHAT YOU CAN DO TO HELP OUR CLIMATE:

Lessen the use of fossil fuels and find our renewable source if possible.

Avoid burning garbages, this is the one of our normalized habbit but it needs to be stopped especially if the most of trash are made with plastic which is a made of carbon.

Save energy and supplies.

Donate and Support Non-governmental organization activities that help fight Globan Warming.

ADDs:

Delete the unwanted emails

Eliminate Waste from Lunches

Stop Littering (how fucking hard is this?)

Reduce Paper Consumption

Plant more trees and plants

Use Eco-friendly bags and reusable container instead of plastics

DELETE THE UNWANTED EMAILS, WHY?

— According to The Good Planet, nearly 107 billion spam emails were sent and received a day in 2019. If every person only deleted 10 of those emails, they could save 1,725,00 gigabytes of storage space and around 55.2 million kilowatts of power. /c

I am encouraging everyone to use this search engine called, "Ecosia". It's a search engine that plants trees! Let us be more aware of our surroundings! In this, we are one!

People like Peter and other activist gives us hope for humanity even though they risked their lives for our future and to the children of this generation. They show how selfish and unconcerned the government and the industry just for the sake of economy and money.

To Learn more about this issues/ topic, there’s a provided links down:

https://www.greenmatters.com/p/peter-kalmus-nasa-scientist

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/scientists-risk-arrest-to-demand-climate-action/

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.independent.co.uk/climate-change/news/nasa-scientist-protest-extinction-rebellion-b2057563.html%3famp

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/scientists-stage-worldwide-climate-protests-after-ipcc-report-180979913/

https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.theguardian.com/environment/2022/apr/13/xr-scientists-glue-hands-to-business-department-in-london-climate-protest

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My 13th reason💅:

(i just got the notification for this and it's already April 2 in Philippines so i thought it was serious to be honest i don't even know if You're actually joking or not)

hi

As you can see, I haven’t been posting any new imagines. After a two-week-long hiatus, I have decided to stop writing. I don’t have enough time to watch streamers that much anymore. Sadly, I have lost interest in the DSMP community. I can’t come up with something new because I have lost the inspiration to do so. I am not motivated enough to write anymore so I told myself to just stop writing all at once. So, now, I am writing this note to say that you just got pranked.

please understand my decision.

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Wow that was fun...

there's something tragic about you

c!quackity x reader ; the fiancés

tw: suggestive content (talk of nudity, kissing) ; hurt/comfort

The setting sun disappeared behind towering buildings as you walk steadily towards your destination. Your exposed arms shuddered against the chill of the cool evening breeze. Glancing down at your wristwatch, it’s barely visible in the fading light. 8 o'clock sharp. Taking a moment to marvel at your punctuality, you turn a corner. That's when you heard your name being shouted from somewhere in the distance.

You look around in all directions, finally meeting the luminescent green of the one and only Charlie Slimecicle. A grin splits your face from it’s usual pensiveness. “What’s up, Charlie?”

As soon as he reaches your position, the two of you start to continue walking. “Oh, I am up nothing! Just doing normal human activities,” he replies, pointing to the ground. “Like walking!”

You nod. Charlie is the epitome of quirky and endearing. “Walking is perfectly normal,” you agree. The sun has now disappeared, leaving nothing to chase away the cold that seeps into your bones. Shivering, you cross you arms to conserve body heat. You glance up to the nearest street sign and almost sigh in relief. Between the aching in your feet from uncomfortable shoes to the increasing chill and darkness, you cannot wait to be home. Next to you, Charlie is babbling about something or another, but you couldn’t really listen, letting the noise wash over you instead to offer a backtrack to the emptiness of your mind.

You hum and offer small input when needed, but mostly you let your mind drift as your body runs on auto-pilot. You barely noticed Charlie even stopped until you almost ran into his back. Flinching back in surprise, you look up to see what stopped him.

“Quackity from Las Nevadas!” Charlie shouts, “How are you?”

Sure enough, Quackity stands just ahead of you speaking to someone in a suit you don’t recognize. At the shout of his name, he turns at catches sight of the two of you. Walking closer, you catch a glimpse of a smile before it’s smothered into a neutral expression. He nods his head at the business man, muttering something quietly to them. The man doesn’t seem too pleased, but he nods his head back anyway and walks away.

As soon as the man disappears from sight, a smile graces Quackity’s features. As soon as you’re in reaching distanced, you’re pulled into his chest. “How are you, mi amor?” he questions, pulling back to observe your figure. You roll your eyes and shove him lightly.

“I’m good—” you pause. Quackity raises his eyebrows. You lick your lips. “Maybe a bit hungry. My feet hurt and I’m cold,”

Quackity’s smile only grows and he makes to remove his jacket. “Well we can’t have that, can we?” He drapes his suit jacket across your shoulders, a sigh escaping you as the layer warms you up a bit.

“I can also feel cold!” Charlie interjects, smile large and with teeth. “I’m just human like that!”

Quackity tuts. “We should get you inside then. I don’t need two frozen people under my watch!”

He slips an arm around you waist and then the three of you are off. You press closer into his side. “Oh, so one icicle is fine?”

He looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Yes.”

“How’re we gonna break the news to Slime?” you stage whisper, a conspirator smile on your face.

“Oh no, please do not make me freeze—” Charlie worries. Quackity also has a large grin on his face.

He tightens his grip and pulls you in closer. “Who said I’d save you?”

He laughs, high-pitched and careless while you can also stare in astonishment. After a few seconds gaping in disbelief, you scoff and nudge your shoulder into his side. He only nudges back harder. Narrowing your eyes at the challenge, you shove back harder. You assumed Quackity wanted to retaliate, but the front doors of the casino popped into view and while Quackity is an absolute menace, he also has a reputation to upkeep. You can feel in take in a deep breath before squaring his shoulders. You walk through the lobby, occasionally acknowledging people you nod at you first.

You guys and Charlie parts ways, him off to do whatever it is he does. The elevator opens up to your suite and you shuffle inside. Taking off your shoes make you audibly groan, stretching out the sore muscles. Quackity’s jacket slips off your shoulders, you hastily running to the bedroom to hang it up. Quackity had the same idea, albeit less rushed. He walks into the bedroom a minute after you first appeared. The large closet was opened as you mess around with the innards to find what you were looking for.

“I’m going to take a bath,” you say, hearing Quackity hum in acknowledgment. “Wanna join?”

You turn around, robe and pajamas in tow. Quackity gasps, hand over his heart as wide eyes stare at you in surprise. “Mi amor! Are you trying to see me… naked?” he dramatically states. “I’ll have you know, I’m saving myself for marriage and don’t—”

“So that’s a yes?” you cut him off, hip popping to one side. Quackity’s paused mid-sentence, mouth opened wide. He opens and closes it for a few seconds before he sighs, moving to the drawers where he keeps his pajamas.

“Of course, mi amor. I’ll meet you in there,” he says. You give him a quick peck on the way out, turning on the bathroom’s lights and set your things down. You pad over to the tub and let the water run for a few moments to get it hot before you plug it up. Making a split-second decision, some soaking salt was splashed in as well as some essential oils. A little recovery night never hurts someone. You just got done searching around for a candle when the man of the hour walks in. You light it and observe your work. Deeming it alright, you turn to find your lover staring. He wiggles his eyebrows and walks closer.

“Am I allowed to disrobe thee?” he asks. You roll your eyes and lift your arms up, a silent ‘yes’ providing consent. He takes his time to be gentle, making sure you barely feel his hands or your clothes being taken off. Some might say the act of taking clothes off is sexual, but in this moment, all you feel is tender love filling up your body. As the last pieces hits the floor, Quackity presses gentle kisses to your shoulders while you return the favor. You reach up to his neck, a cold piece of metal meets your hand, and you’re met with the sight of his ex-fiances’ ring.

Quackity lifts his head and stares at you. You don’t blame him for keeping it around, in fact it would bother your more if he just discarded it. You can tell he always worries about your thoughts of it from the way his lips purse to his body being angled more towards you, as if he could distract you from seeing them. Thumbing the ring, you smile at him and kiss his cheek to sooth his worry. Instantly, he relaxes and you almost have to toss the ring onto the counter before you’re dragged towards the tub.

You sigh in bliss as you sink into the hot water, letting your eyes slide shut. Water sloshes around you as Quackity starts to sit behind you. As soon as you feel he’s fully seated, you lean back into his chest, hands automatically wrapping around your midsection. With the gentle smell of relaxing oils, and the hot water massaging tired muscles, you let yourself be enveloped by it.

-

Not everything is so peachy. It’s late at night, lights turned off yet no one asleep. No one ever falls asleep in Las Nevadas. You’re currently laying in an empty bed and staring at the wall, the spot next to you long past being warm. The penthouse is very luxurious and more than you could ever ask for, but the sheer size of it makes you feel more alone than ever with no one to buffer empty space. You turn to look out the wall length windows. Bright lights assault your eyes, distant shouting can be heard from the streets. You’re starting to get a headache already.

Making a split second decision, you get up, wrapping your robe around you and slipping your feet into slippers. Padding out the bedroom and into the main room, you spot a shadowed figure out on the balcony, smoke billowing away from them.

The door handle makes your fingers go cold from how freezing it is, but you slide open the glass door anyways. You’re greeted with harsh winds that tousle your hair and weave through your robe.

The figure turns around, dark eyes glinting in the night. Quackity opens his mouth and smoke rolls out of it, polluting your eyes and the second-hand smoke burns your nose.

“What’re you doing out here? You should be asleep,” he says, leaning against the balcony railing. You shuffle closer, pressing into his side.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you reply. Down below, people run around shouting at each other, bells occasionally going off. LED lights makes the city a living rainbow. It’s quite beautiful. Returning your eyes to Quackity, you watch with lazy attention as he takes a long drag before letting out an even longer breath. He drops the cigarette to the floor and stamps it out, twisting his foot on it. He smiles at you and opens his arms, to which you immediately burrow in.

Something cold hits your cheek and you pull back, catching sight of glinting metal. You bring your hand to it and gently clasp the ring.

“I…” Quackity starts. You look up with a noncommittal hum, still thumbing the ring. He breaks eye contact, staring out into the city that never sleeps.

“You know I… I’m with you now, right?” he whispers.

You hum. “I know.”

“I only have my eyes on you.” Quackity insists. You smile at him.

“Then why do you still carry this around?”

To emphasize your point, you tug on the chain. Hurt flashes on his face and he looks away. Your eyebrow quirks up and you lift a hand to his cheek and force him to look back at you.

“I’m not mad, okay?” you begin, “I know how much they mean to you,”

He scoffs but covers the hand on his face with his. “Meant. How much they meant to me, you mean,”

“Nah,” you hum, tugging on the chain again for affect. Quackity leans in closer to where your faces hover against one another. “How much they do mean to you. You’re not over them,”

And with that, you seal the deal with your lips pressing gently into him. You try and focus all your emotions into this one kiss, hoping he can understand what needs to happen. Letting go of the chain, you wrap your arm around his neck to bring him in closer. He readily follows, both hands dropping to grasp your hips. Once the need for air becomes too put, you pull away giggling when he chases your lips.

You stare into his bright eyes. One is dark and reflects bright lights back at you, like thousands of little stars. The other one is a glassy white, the moon who watches you. He rests his forehead against yours with a small grin.

“Why’d we stop?” he asks, pushing your body until you’re pressed between the railing and him. His knee prods in between your legs, making you feel like jelly. Quackity makes a move to lean back in, but you stop him with firm pull at his shirt. He follows your lead, but looks at you in confusion. Trailing a finger down his scar, you savor this moment. It could be the last.

“I think you should talk to them,” you whisper. For a second, nothing happens. You see the exact moment he makes the connection, because he jerks back with wide eyes and an open mouth. You purse your lips and hold onto him tighter to stop him from leaving. Both of you know he could easily overtake you, but he doesn’t. The thought makes you warm inside. It doesn’t overpower the guilt, however. “I think you need to talk. You deserve closure. Explanation,”

He closes his eyes before his features twist into a scowl. He pulls away just enough until the only part of you touching is your hands on his shoulders. “Yeah?” he bites out, “Why don’t you just tell me you want to leave too,”

“Are you serious right now?” you’re astonished. “I’m just saying, it’ll help you figure out your emotions!”

He rips your hands off. You feel hurt crawl up your throat, making the temporary anger dissipate. Quackity’s lips are pulled into an almost-snarl. You shake your head and cautiously take a half-step forward. He doesn’t move, only clenches his jaw and crosses his arms, which you take as a win.

“Don’t you want to know?” you speak softly, “Aren’t you curious?”

You close the distance again, slowly wrap a hand around his elbow. “I think they owe you at least that, don’t you think?”

You watch his eyes, as they search your face for something. Quackity sighs and drops his arms, shoulders hunched in on yourself. You thought he’d put up more of a fight, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t thankful. He mumbles something and you frown in question. “What was that?”

He embraces you, taking you by surprise but without hesitation to cling back.

“I don’t want to get hurt again,” he whispers. You can hear the quiver in his voice. You press a kiss into his hair.

“I won’t let you,” you declare.

-

This was always going to happen. Maybe you didn’t realize in the beginning, but as time went on, it was really inevitable. You were doomed to fail.

He could have been madly in love with you, but he was already wholly and tragically in love with his fiances’. Love arrives exactly when it’s supposed to. Sometimes it stays, sometimes it can’t. And as you pack your things, you look out into the penthouse and realize: this was a temporary visit.

Footsteps draw you out of your wallowing. You turn and meet the sight of your once-was lover. You appraise him. He looks the same, black hair stowed away in a beanie, scar raised against freckled skin, and attire fit for a man whose on-top of the world. But you also see something different—the lightness in his shoulders. The small curve of his lips, as if he’s seconds away from breaking out into a smile. He’s a sight for sore eyes.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“Away,” you answer. You can’t look away. His features fall into despair. It makes you want to apologize and comfort him, running your fingers through his hair and promise you never meant it.

He takes a few steps forward. “W—why?”

“Quackity,” you smile. “I can’t stay here.”

He looks like he wants to resist, like he also wants to come over and make you feel better. All he does is reach a hand out before letting it drop. He nods slowly, like he’s trying to convince himself to be okay with it. He walks closer and wordlessly tugs you into a warm embrace. A burning feeling creeps up your throat with effort as you try not to cry. Your head is laid against his chest, ear to his steadily beating heart. You needed to ask him something. You needed to know.

“At least part of it was real right?” you choke out, eyes rapidly clouding with tears.

“Oh, mi amor,” he sounds heartbroken, “All of it was real.”

A sob breaks through and a hand flies to your mouth to stop. Quackity only tightens his grip and cradles your head. More footsteps interrupt you. You push him away, frantically wiping at your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you give a shaky smile to the three of them. Sapnap and Karl look worried, shyly walking up to Quackity’s side. Their eyes dart from you to Quackity, trying to decipher if they need to step in. Your entire being longs to be there instead.

You clear your throat to draw their attention. Bending down to reach your bags, an awkward pause fills the room. “I guess this is goodbye,” you call out. Quackity frowns.

“Come visit okay?” Quackity calls out desperately. “Don’t be a stranger!”

His eyebrows are furrowed and eyes wild with grief. It’s not fair how much you love him. You’ll remember the early mornings, where his breath is stained by coffee and where the world has yet to ruin his mood. You’ll call upon how he always valued your opinion, from what will be for dinner or what the new floor in the casino should be decorated like. You’ll miss the gentle hands the took you apart, the heart that was opened up to you. You’ll miss him for the rest of your life.

Next to Quackity, Sapnap wraps an arm around his waist with a gentle squeeze. Karl hovers behind his other shoulder. This is a necessary evil, you remind yourself. He’ll be taken care of and loved for the rest of eternity.

“Oh, my dear,” you respond. “You won’t see me ever again,”

You walk out with your bags grasped tightly in your hands, lip quivering and tears that flow down your face. You’ll miss him indeed, but you’ll miss who you were with him more.

fin.

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Re-reading because i realized this fic reminds me of this song

Here's the link for the translation:

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/dulo-ng-hangganan-end-time.html

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Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot, Requested by @hueninguins !!

Word Count: 10069

Warnings: Some curse words. Angst with a good (debatable) ending. Also a bit long but what's new??

Summary: Relationships have their ups and downs, and eventually they come to an end. It's how you handle the end that matters most.

You were sat in the living room, textbook on your lap as you studied for a midterm that was coming up next week. The apartment was silent beside your soft breathing and the occasional tapping of your pen against your notebook.

Usually, you'd appreciate the silence, but right now it was driving you insane. There was absolutely no way you'd be able to sit and study right now. Especially when the material was so boring.

You set the textbook and notebook aside before walking over to your shared bedroom. You opened the door slightly, seeing him laying on the bed, quietly scrolling on his phone.

At the slight creak of the door, he looked up, smiling at the sight of you.

"Couldn't focus?"

You shake your head in response before plopping down on the bed beside him. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close so you can see his screen as well. He was looking through Twitter.

"It's so boring, Alex, I swear I might die."

"You won't die, y/n. I mean, you better not! Or else who's going to travel with me? Who's going to sit in the passenger seat of my car and sing some tunes with me, huh?"

You smiled at that, mirroring his own grin. He'd always said he wanted you to be with him when he finally got to explore the world. You two were meant to accompany each other everywhere. You'd both stick to each other like leeches no matter what.

It was a sweet dream, but there hadn't been any time to do any traveling just yet. You were both in university, trying to get degrees and an education. Hence him insisting you live long enough to see this dream become a reality.

Most college students might still be able to find time to do hobbies and travel, but what you were both studying was time consuming and required time and dedication, and holy fuck was it expensive.

But that didn't stop you two from dreaming. You knew it would happen eventually if you were both patient. You'd completed other dreams/goals together before.

When you two were in high school, the idea of long distance or separation of any sort seemed unbearable, so you both set eyes on the same university. Luckily for you two, you had similar interests regarding majors and the agreed university would be beneficial to both of you. So, in order to make this dream a reality, you two worked your asses off,  getting good grades and doing extracurriculars to make those applications as appealing as possible.

All of your hard work paid off, and you two were able to attend the same university. You'd both been able to make a dream that seemed so far fetched possible. You'd do it again with this one.

"I'm not going anywhere." You said in a soft tone, your reminiscing leaving you melting in his embrace. This man meant the absolute world to you.

He smiled at your response, cupping your cheek and leaning in to press a few kisses onto your lips. "Good. Do you want some help studying? I can help test you and whatnot."

You couldn't believe how lucky you'd gotten, having such a hardworking and intelligent boyfriend. And extremely kind as well. Alex was too good for you.

"That might help, but I also don't want to get up now. Just wanna cuddle with you." You mumbled against his neck, starting to get comfortable.

"Wait no- you need to study. I know this test is important for you. C'mon, let's study for like an hour and then I'll treat you to a nap and cuddles. How does that sound?"

You pulled away from his embrace, eyeing him carefully before sighing in defeat. You hadn't slept properly in a few days, far too busy studying for your midterm, and you knew you'd knock out so fast if he held you.

"Fine. But only because you're too cute. And very persuasive." You said as you stood up, stretching slightly.

"Well, you are looking at a future lawyer." He smiled back, following you out into the living room where your textbook had been abandoned.

—

Alex had other dreams beside being a lawyer. He'd told you back in high school that he enjoyed making YouTube videos, even if he didn't have that many subscribers back then.

However, during your time together, you'd been able to watch him, his channel, and his audience grow. He became much more popular and began doing streams along with his YouTube videos.

It never failed to amaze you just how capable he was. He was dealing with school, being a content creator, and also living a normal and healthy life.

You've always been endlessly supportive, no words being able to really capture just how proud of him you were.

Watching him and his streams became one of your favorite past times. You'd always help him get any props or materials he'd need for a stream, even made sure he was fed and well-rested when he dealt with exhaustion from editing and schoolwork.

But of course there came a time when he went overboard.

He'd taken on more than he could handle. You'd tried convincing him to rest and eat but he was so adamant on getting everything done, that it resulted in him quite literally fainting from exhaustion.

That's how you two found yourself on your shared bed, you fanning him gently to get him to wake up again, checking for a constant pulse and any other signs of discomfort. Luckily, it hadn't been anything too serious, and your knowledge from textbooks was enough for now.

You sat by his side until his eyelids fluttered open. You felt relief wash over you at the sight, before you began telling him he needs to be more careful, and that he must take better care of himself.

He apologized for worrying you, and you quickly hushed him, not wanting him to feel guilty, just wanting him to feel better.

There was absolutely no way he was getting up until you were sure he was in a better state. That's why you brought him a meal, wanting him to finally eat and drink before forcing him to get some rest.

After he finished his food, you watched as he fell asleep, after what you assumed was a few days of sleeping very little or not at all.

You slumped into the chair in your room, small smile of adoration as you watched him sleep peacefully.

Once he woke up, a few hours later, you couldn't help but bombard him with questions regarding how he slept and if he needed anything else.

"I'm fine, y/n, I promise." His words stopped your small ramble of questions, "and thank you for taking such good care of me."

You smiled at that, "Of course, Alex. But I do worry, that you'll work yourself too hard next time, and something worse will happen." You hated yourself for even saying such things out loud, but it was a genuine concern.

He reached over for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I felt extremely pressured to have everything done, and I just didn't have time to sleep or eat. But I should've listened to you. I know it could've gone worse, and I'm really thankful it didn't. Thank you, again."

His words were sincere, and he had a sad smile on his lips. You frowned, leaning close and giving him a small kiss. "That's why I'm here. To remind you to take care of yourself. Make sure you're not being too harsh."

He chuckled at that, bringing your intertwined hands up, and placing a kiss onto your hand. "I love you so much." He said softly, "You might really be the one, y'know?" He raised a brow, giving you a playful grin.

You couldn't help the heat rising to your cheeks at that. Of course, you'd thought about that as well, him being the one. But neither of you had ever directly said it to the other. It implied so many things, and it had your heart racing.

"I'm in it for the long run." You simply commented, earning an even bigger grin from him before you lay down beside him. "And I love you too. So much."

Neither of you got out of bed for the rest of the day, exceptions being to get food. You'd made sure he was well-rested before letting him continue on with his work.

You and Quackity had really been through it all these past years. Maybe Quackity was right, maybe you two were meant to be.

—

Alex was a very romantic and caring partner, in his own ways. He'd leave small notes attached to your favorite snacks when he knew you were having a rough day. He'd sit with you and let you rant to him, and vice versa. The afternoon cuddles and naps were amazing. The random outings to go eat when you were both swamped with exams and homework. Hand holding whenever his hands were free and feeling lonely. Him giving you his hoodies whenever you got cold, and letting you keep them since he liked seeing you in his clothes.

But there was also times when he was busy. And you knew that he'd make time for you as soon as he finished whatever he had to do, so that never really bothered you much.

Today in particular, you'd had a stressful day in lab and were ready to just plop on the couch and nap.

As soon as you got to your shared apartment, you heard giggles and shouts coming from the office room you two had in the apartment. That's where Alex had his whole setup for streams and whatnot.

You'd honestly forgotten today was his day off, too busy with lab and your annoying classmates. The laughs and yells suddenly made a lot of sense. You couldn't really let him know you were here since you didn't wanna walk in and interrupt, so you simply laid down on the couch and tried to sleep.

As your attempts failed over and over again, you decided to open the twitch app and see what he was streaming. He appeared to be playing a game with the usual friends, and a few new names you hadn't heard of.

Alex was always so welcoming and such a good friend, you assumed the names you couldn't recognize were of friends he'd just recently made or people he didn't speak to often. It didn't matter, since Alex was always so inclusive. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

You watched the stream for a bit, chuckling at the absurdity of the game they were all playing before feeling the exhaustion seeping in and making your eyelids heavier.

It didn't take long before your phone was resting against your chest and you were dozing off with Alex's voice playing softly out of your phone's speaker.

A few hours later, you felt a small shake to your shoulder and Alex's voice calling out to you.

"Hey, how come you didn't just sleep in the room?" He asked with a small smile on his face.

You slowly sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes before shrugging. "Couch was really comfy." You paused, blinking a few times to accustom yourself to the lighting before asking, "How was your stream?"

"Mm, it was good. Felt like I owed them one since its been like 2 weeks since my last one." He sat beside you, gently playing with your fingers.

"Did you have fun though?" You asked, noticing his hesitation. You hoped he wasn't feeling too guilty and forcing himself to stream even if he didn't feel up for it.

"Of course I did. Those guys always make it fun for me. It was a good welcome back stream." He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but smile back.

—

Weeks after that stream, you noticed it was easier for him to stream. He was enjoying himself and also balancing schoolwork and streaming well enough that you didn't feel like he had to stop and rest.

The names that seemed unfamiliar became memorable the more streams he had. It was clear that they'd become good friends. The idea made you really happy.

This also unfortunately meant that while his audience and friends had more time with him, you had a bit less. You were always either at one of your lectures, sleeping, or at work whenever he was available. And then when you got home he'd be streaming or doing his own work.

Of course, there was your shared time during meals and when it came time to sleep. Lately it seemed moments like these were the only time you really got with him, so you cherished them deeply. Besides, you knew he'd make time for you no matter what. The busy times would end and you'd get the Alex quality time you wanted.

Part of you honestly felt bad for feeling so needy, but the other part was more understanding. You missed him, and that was okay. It was normal to miss your partner after not spending as much time as you usually would. It was also normal to spend time without your partner. You knew this, and it helped ease the guilt you felt over your own emotions. Everything was fine.

It was also healthy to actually talk these feelings out. Let your partner know how you were feeling. So you did just that.

You found him sitting on your shared bed, resting against the headboard, carefully flipping through a thin book. It must've been assigned to him recently. You quietly made your way towards him, as to not disturb him, eventually settling down onto the bed as well. You sat facing him, giving him a small smile when he finally looked up at you.

"Hi." You said, voice barely over a whisper. He smiled at the sight of you. It was clear he was pleased to see you. Of course, you were overjoyed at the sight of him. You'd left early today while he was still sleeping, and had barely come back home.

The book was practically abandoned on the nightstand, him sitting up completely and patting the spot beside him, since you'd been sitting towards the edge. You smiled at that and gladly came closer, immediately allowing yourself to be engulfed by his arms. The warmth you'd missed so much recently.

"I missed you." He hums softly, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. Perhaps your grip on him tightens for a few seconds, but he doesn't mention it. Doesn't complain, just tightens his grip on you momentarily as well.

"I missed you too. So much. We haven't been able to spend as much time together recently, since we're both busy and all." You're aimlessly playing with his fingers now, "I know we have our own stuff to deal with. But I seriously missed you- ... Sorry." You stop yourself, it felt kind of dumb to admit this to him. You were even apologizing, but it was healthy to talk about these emotions right?

You looked up at him when you were greeted with silence. He had a small pout on his face, he must've been waiting until you saw him to finally speak up. "Don't apologize for missing me, I've missed you so much too recently. I miss my y/n time." He admits, and you chuckled at that. He only brought you closer to him, face buried in the crook of your neck, his soft lips tracing and kissing over every inch of skin and leaving behind pretty carnations for only you and him to admire.

Your grip tightened on his shirt, the material clutched between your fingers in a desperate attempt to hold onto sanity. You missed his touch so much. After a few more kisses, he pulls away and gently cups your cheek, getting you to maintain eye contact with him.

"You're my everything, y/n, even if we don't get to spend as much time together, you're always here with me okay?" He's pointing at his heart, a bit cheesy, but fuck it. You'd endure all sorts of cliches for this man. "Fuck, I seriously will put more effort into spending time with you though. I missed this so much." He's pulling the covers over you two and bringing you close again.

You can't help but feel silly, about feeling like things would change because you hadn't spent as much time together. For apologizing for missing him. This was all part of being in a relationship. Everything was fine. You two were more than fine. And for now, you'd focus solely on how his arms felt around you, the way his lips connected to yours, and how sweet his voice sounded when he was this close to you.

—

Your feet are aching. Why was campus so big and why were all your classes so far from each other? You wouldn't know peace until you saw him, ate something, and got to sit down for a bit. That's all you were really looking forward to. It's what was giving you the energy to power walk to your apartment rather than plopping down onto a bench or even sitting on the grass.

Opening the front door and feeling the warmth from inside seep into your bones is what pure bliss feels like. Along with finally shutting the front door and kicking off your shoes. Once the bliss wears off a bit, you take a moment to examine your surroundings. He's not in the living room, nor in the kitchen. The only other options were you shared bedroom and the office room, or well, the bathroom. Before you can contemplate which to check first, a scream is heard from the office room. Not a scared one, but rather him raging over some game. You chuckle softly at that, pulling your phone out and opening up the twitch app to see what he's streaming today.

To your surprise, he isn't. You refresh the page two more times before realizing he is in fact not streaming. He must've just been playing with friends then. You smile at the sound of his voice, cussing someone out for being an idiot, in the game presumably. It's oddly endearing.

You're glad he's enjoying himself, there was this deadline he'd told you about during dinner time a few days ago that had him super stressed. So, if he was playing right now, it must mean things ended well and he already turned it in. He deserved to have fun.

And you deserved this meal. For all the shit you endured today. Food and a nap.

—

Alex has been on top of things, he's getting things done. A productive member of society, if you will. And you are extremely proud of him, you really are. The fact that he's a college student and is able to do all of this amazes you every single day.

Sure, it might mean a little less time together, but you're happy for him.

In an attempt to celebrate him reaching quite a few milestones with his YouTube channel and streaming, you'd prepared a dinner for him. Of course, you didn't tell him as it was a surprise. The table was set nicely and his favorite meal was nice and steaming on his plate. You double checked that everything looked presentable before going to knock on the office door, unsure of what he was up to and whether it was okay to interrupt.

He called out, letting you know it was okay to come in. He was typing away on his computer and saying a few commands to whoever he was on call with. He finally turned to look at you, curious look as to what it was you needed.

"Hey, I made dinner-" You paused as loud shouting was heard from his headphones, causing you to let out a small chuckle. He chuckled too, putting his volume down slightly.

"Awh, thank you y/n, but I'm sort of filming a video with someone right now, so I probably won't be done for a few more hours."

Oh.

Of course, Quackity was a very busy individual. It would've been smarter to check in to see what he was up to before deciding to make a big dinner like that.

"Ohh, alright then. I'll just put the stuff away for now." You nodded, earning a hum of approval from him.

"You can go ahead and eat, you don't have to wait for me. This video we're recording for might take a while. I finally got all of 'em gathered so yeah."

But I wanted to eat with you, is what you might say if you were openly selfish. He'd still eat the meal you made, you just wouldn't eat together. It wasn't a big deal.

"Alright then. It'll be on the table for when you're done with the recording." You offered with a small smile, ready to exit the room. He smiles back, mouthing a 'thank you' before putting his headphones back on and turning to face the computer.

After closing the door to the office room, you head back to the table and put his servings into a container so it didn't get super cold, and so nothing would go on it. Shame. You'd planned a whole dinner night, and it wasn't happening. But you didn't blame him or have anything against him for this, you honestly should've double-checked with him. And it's not like this was your first time eating alone. Like you said, he's a busy guy. You were no stranger to eating alone recently. And that was okay.

Alex was a busy guy, but he was taking care of himself. He still ate, and he did sleep. Everything you could possibly worry over was taken care of. You had your own things going on too, you were advancing in school and towards your career. He honestly motivated you to do good on all your other tasks. And after long days of productivity and not seeing him as often, sharing a bed with him was what you looked forward to the most. Just being able to sleep next to the man you loved and adored dearly.

You were in your pajamas already, teeth brushed, face washed, and absolutely ready to knock out. But there was something missing.

Your hand carefully wrapped around the door knob before opening the door to the office room, smiling at the sight of him on his computer. At the sound of the door opening, he turned around to look at you, a small smile on his face. You quickly returned it, waving before taking a look at what he was doing.

"Are you almost done? I was hoping we could go to bed together." You said resting both your hands on his shoulders.

He leans into your touch for a bit before letting out a small sigh, "I would, but I'm in vc right now. I'm almost done though, so I'll join you in a bit, okay?" He turns around to face you properly, eyebrows raised high and a smile on his lips. It's a compromise. I can't be there now but I'll be there later.

You can't help it if your smile falters a bit at his response, but you quickly nod, reassuring him that it's fine. "That's fine, but don't take too long! I miss you." You try your best to mask the disappointment with a lighthearted tone. It's not his fault he's been busy recently. Not like he's doing it on purpose either.

If he notices, he doesn't mention it. Just smiles and says thank you, promising he'll be there soon.

As you lay in bed by yourself, you can't help the feeling that is viciously spreading through your chest and the light stinging in the corner of your eyes. The bed has felt so cold recently. His side being empty whenever you decide to get some rest. It's starting to feel like even the moments they're meant to spend together are spent alone.

And you understand, you really do. This is not his fault at all. You genuinely didn't blame him for the lonely feeling that was building up in your chest right now. And maybe things would change a bit if you brought it up again. Said you missed him. But you didn't want to stress him out by making it feel like he also had to deal with your clinginess on top of all his other projects.

Besides, you know he'd make it up to you eventually. These periods of busy Alex always came and go, and you two were mature enough to understand that and respect your partner's schedules. Everything was going to be okay. And the arms that wrapped around you while you were half asleep about an hour later confirmed that for you.

—

Alex's busy schedules regarding school and projects seemed to be coming to an end, he was taking it easier, and that made you extremely happy. He wasn't constantly filming or preparing a big project for his YouTube channel, he wasn't even really overworking himself at school. He was slowing down. Honestly? He deserved this break, and it also meant you'd get more time with him.

It meant he'd be out of the office room more often, he'd be able to go to bed at the same time as you, he'd eat his meals with you... all that good stuff.

And your wishes did come true. He was around and available more often now. Sorta.

He'd sit and eat dinner with you, but his phone was close by, often dinging to alert you both that there was a new message to read, or that Alex was a highly requested man. You assumed it was important, as he didn't ignore the notification for long and was sending out replies rather frequently. It seemed urgent, and you respected it. Besides, he was actually sitting at the dinner table with you. He was enjoying his meal with you just like you'd asked for.

He'd spend his afternoons with you, whether it was watching a movie in the living room or on an outing to the nearest ice cream shop. You'd be resting your head on his shoulder as you two watched the movie or show you'd both picked out, and it was pure bliss. Having him this close again. Of course, throughout the movie/show, you'd hear small giggles from him and you'd smile, looking over at him to see  if he was smiling at the TV. But more often than not, it was him smiling at his phone. Giggling at something he read on there. Whenever that happened, you quickly turned your head back to the TV out of pure embarrassment. You guys were not laughing at the same thing.

And that was okay. You checked your phone all the time whenever you watched a show, or something. He was probably just scrolling through twitter or any other social media app, but he was still paying attention and spending time with you. It was fine.

He'd also head to bed around the same time as you. That's when you two usually stayed awake a bit longer, scrolling on your own phones or reading something before growing sleepy and falling asleep. While you usually read or played a game on your phone, you'd hear the same chuckles or catch him smiling at something on his phone. You couldn't help but smile as well, his laughter and smiles were so contagious. And he seemed genuinely happy, he was enjoying life. Sometimes you wondered what was so funny, or what had him smiling so much, but you never asked. Especially since he did show you sometimes. He'd do it on his own, poke you and  show his screen to you, obviously holding back a laugh as he waited for you to read the tweet or video he wanted to show you.

You were finally able to spend more time with him, and that was more than enough for you. Sure, maybe he was on his phone for a large amount of the time you two spent together, sending texts or whatever it was he did, but you were happy that he was there again. And if he was texting somebody, it would be for a good reason. It would be something urgent.

You always reminded yourself that he could've been using that time to record or work on schoolwork, but no. He was spending it with you. If he had to respond to a few messages during that time, then that was okay. No way you were allowing yourself to be so selfish and ask him to solely focus on you. Not when he had so many other things going on. He was doing enough.

—

Eventually, Alex's busy schedule picks up again, and you're just glad you got to enjoy those few weeks where he spent more time with you. It makes spending less time with him now sting less. Still sucks, but you grow used to it when it happens so often now.

You were sat at the dinner table, eating your meal alone, scrolling through TikTok as a form of entertainment while you ate. The apartment was pretty quiet besides the soft sound of his voice that could be heard through the walls of the office room. It sounded distant and muffled, but it was there. It was comforting in its own strange way, knowing he was near.

The sound of the office room's door swinging open so suddenly causes you to jolt up a bit in your chair. It's him, heading towards the kitchen. The fridge, more specifically. You assume he's getting a snack and then returning to the office room.

"What are you doing?" You ask out of pure curiosity to what he's been up to in there, setting your spoon down. As if that would allow you to give him your full attention.

"Just on VC." He answers, smile not disappearing since the office door opened and he came out to get food.

You simply nod, "Who are you talking to?" You hope you're not overstepping, it's just pure curiosity. Whoever it is, he must be having fun since he seems so dazed, overtaken by contentment.

His answer sounds familiar, and then it clicks. Back when you clicked on his streams and you didn't recognize quite a few names? It's one of those people. He must've really gotten along with them. You make an 'ah' sound to let him know you're aware of who he's referring to.

He takes this as a sign to continue, "Yeah, them. They joined the server a while back and I've been talking to them a lot recently. Turns out we have a lot in common. Super cool and fun!"

It feels a bit odd, watching his expressions grow fond and full of adoration as he further explains. But it's a friend, you're fond of your friends too. And clearly they must be wonderful if he speaks so highly of them. You're glad he has good friends.

"Awh, I'm glad to hear Alex." You smile at him, and still the smile hasn't disappeared off his face. He simply nods, taking the cold water bottle and the snacks he'd gotten back to his office room.

Once the office door closes behind him, you can't help but take a moment to process whatever just happened. It was a lot to take in for some reason. And it felt really odd. But nothing too out of the ordinary.

No more thought goes into that interaction. Rather, you focus back onto your phone where a TikTok had been paused, and continue eating your meal.

—

You can't help but ponder over the fact that you haven't gone on a date with Alex in a while. Of course, it could be due to the fact that he's busy more often than not, but even when he has free time you guys simply spend it indoors. You haven't been on an actual date in a long time.

Maybe you could definitely change that this coming weekend. You could plan a little getaway for you two. This way he can take a break from all his projects and you get to spend more time with him.

You really missed him. You can't even really remember the last kiss you two shared. And no, the one from 2 days ago doesn't count. Why? Because you'd given him a quick kiss before he left to class in a hurry. It wasn't initiated by him, none of them were recently. But you had to cut him some slack, he's a busy man. And surely he would initiate romantic gestures if he weren't so caught up in everything else that's going on.

That gives you the final boost to start planning this very special date night with him. You'd take him out to dinner as a surprise, and then take him to somewhere you know he'd enjoy himself. Planning this date gave you something to do whenever he was too busy to spend time with you, and quite frankly you were so very excited to actually go on this date. After so long of not doing anything like this.

When the day finally came, you walked into your shared room, where he was sitting just using his phone.

"Hey! Get dressed, we're going out in like 30 minutes." You hummed, walking over towards the closet to start getting the outfit you'd planned on wearing.

He raised his eyebrow, clearly confused by the sudden request. He didn't have this on his schedule. "What? Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise! Just get dressed and you'll see." You responded eagerly, taking your clothes and heading to the bathroom so you could go get dressed.

You left a puzzled Alex sitting on the bed, but minutes after he began to get dressed as well. He was curious as to where you could possibly be taking him this late. Especially mentioning it so last minute.

Once those 30 minutes passed, you were both dressed and ready to head out. You took him by the hand and lead him out the front door. "Where are we going?" He asked again, a small whine to his voice as you dragged him along.

"Be patient. You'll know when we get there. And we're almost there, I promise." Maybe you should've taken the car, but the scenic route was better in your own humble opinion. And it gave you an excuse to hold his hand.

It was a rather peaceful night, and the lights that hung low and illuminated the night made the scenery even better. The restaurant was only a few blocks away from where you two lived, so it wouldn't take much time anyway.

As you two got closer to the restaurant, he seemed to realize what was going on, letting out a small chuckle once you were finally standing right outside the restaurant.

"We're going out to eat?" He asked, brow raised.

"We're going on a date, get it right." You answered, opening the door to the restaurant and letting him walk in first.

If his expression faltered and the grip he had on your hand loosened, you didn't notice. Maybe it was your heart's way of protecting you from heartbreak. But it could only do so much.

You two were lead to an available table, and handed menus. You tried to calm your beating heart, it moving too erratically against your ribcage. It felt as if you were on your first date with him. Maybe it was due to how long it had been since you took him on one of these, but you hoped he liked it.

There was small talk as you two waited for your food to come, and you reached out to play with his hands. He was cracking jokes and telling you about a funny video he had planned. It lead to him making your stomach hurt from laughing so much. Everything felt like it used to before. Before you were both too busy to hang out like this.

Once the food got there, you two quieted down, a content smile on your lips. Maybe an outing like this was what you two needed to fill the gap that was growing between you two. Because, as much as you wanted to deny it, it was happening. Busy schedules were tearing you two apart. But you were holding on, and you'd make it work.

You two continued talking after you finished your meals. You couldn't help but take a moment to just quietly admire him. He looked stunning. He hid his hair away with a beanie because of how cold it was, and his cheeks and the tip of his nose were a light rose shade to attest to the cold of the night. The moles splattered across his face and his beautifully pink lips only made him look even more wonderful to you under the restaurant's dim lighting.

It slipped out, you were simply speaking your thoughts, but maybe you should've kept quiet. Maybe your silence would've bought you a little more time with this boy you loved so much.

"I love you."

It's not like you two hadn't said this to each other before. Years of dating meant these three words had been said multiple times, but it hadn't been said recently. And maybe that was for a reason. Reason you weren't aware of just yet.

The warmth that surrounded you up until that moment began to melt away as you finally caught his expression faltering. The genuine contentment that had been present was gone within seconds. You watched as he opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it.

There was confusion and weariness plastered on your face. He shouldn't be hesitating this badly, or at all, a response to this should be simple. If he really meant it.

There is pain and guilt present in his eyes, screaming at you to notice and take a fucking hint for once. For him to take a hint as well.

You open your mouth to speak again, to say something to make the mood more lighthearted, change the topic of conversation and escape this asphyxiating silence. Before you can do so, you see him tearing up. Maybe you'd been tearing up this whole time as well. As your heart was beating out of your chest and the confusion and failure to connect the dots was eating at you.

"I can't do this anymore." He admits, his tone sounds completely defeated, and his eyes fail to meet yours.

It happens in slow motion, the way your heart completely shatters, and the opposing speed of your thoughts racing and blurring into a mess. The shock that spreads through your body at the confession that had been weighing down on him for what might've been months now.

"W-what..?" You're hoping you heard wrong, or misunderstood what he meant, but the logical part of you knows.

"I can't be with you anymore. I can't. It's just- I can't fucking lie to myself like this anymore. Or to you." He's wiping at his eyes, and the guilt is dripping from his tone, soaking the tablecloth a dark red.

You were shocked into silence, not believing what you were hearing. You blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill, trying to form proper thoughts, but failing to form a coherent sentence.

"You- why? What did I do? I'm, what do you mean??" Your tone was that of a desperate person, clinging to any signs of hope, of comfort that things would return to normal. It was hopeless.

He simply shakes his head, wiping at his nose and eyes before standing up. He's reaching for his wallet and setting down a few bills. "I hope that covers it." His voice trembles slightly, and he fails to look you in the eyes yet again.

"Alex, no, wait." It sounds downright desperate, it's pitiful even. "You don't have to pay for anything just please- explain, please don't leave me here like this," your pleads continue as he turns and leaves right out the door. It's embarrassing, humiliating. All nearby tables are staring at this point, but none of that matters to you. The only thing you can focus on is the way it feels like you died a little inside, how your heart beats slow and become lesser with each passing second.

There's no point, because he's gone.

—

It'd been a few days after Alex walked out at the restaurant. You'd tried texting him a few times throughout the past couple of days but he never got back to you. You assumed he was staying with a friend to avoid confrontation after what had happened. The heartache didn't lessen over the days. Everything hurt.

About 4 days had passed since the incident, with zero calls or messages from him. You were sat on the couch, gently and mindlessly biting at your nail, when the front door creaked, and the handle made a noise as the door was pushed open carefully. You sat up, shocked at the sight of him after 4 full days.

"Alex-" You began, but he held his hand up, pleading you to stop and let him speak first.

"I can't stay for long, but I just wanted to drop by and say that you don't have to worry about moving out since I'll gladly move out myself. I-" he pauses for a bit, perhaps trying to find the right words, "I don't want to inconvenience you. I already have a new place to stay at so you don't have to worry about me."

What? You thought he might be stopping by to finally explain or make things work but he was moving out??

"Alex I just- I don't understand." You sounded so defeated, all you wanted was an explanation, but he couldn't seem to give you one.

"You won't have to deal with me much longer. I just need a few days to get my stuff out of here."

What the fuck.

Before you know it, he's walking right out the door again. And every day after that, he stops by to take a bit of his belongings, as many as can fit into his car.

His stuff disappears slowly over the course of a week. It's the little things first, his clothes, everything in the office room, and then everything in your shared bedroom. Anytime he'd come by to get his stuff, you'd simply sit by the couch, numb to everything that was happening.

And finally, that week ends, and he's taking the last box of his belongings. He doesn't really say anything as he places his final items into the box. He says less as he walks out the door for the last time.

That's when you really look around. At how empty the whole apartment looks now. That's when it finally hits you what's going on. You stand up, walking over to every single room and desperately looking for any signs of Alex. Any signs that this is all a sick and twisted dream.

But after checking everything twice, realization hits. There are no signs of Alex in the apartment anymore. It was really over. He was gone for good.

You hadn't cried at all, perhaps from the shock of everything, but finally seeing how empty and lonely everything was now that he was gone, you let out the broken sobs you'd been holding in.

Confusion and anger clouded your vision. You didn't understand what had gone wrong. You didn't know what lead to his decision to leave you, so suddenly and with zero explanation.

You'd tried so hard to be a good partner to him, even putting his needs and wants before yours, and yet he had left you. It didn't make any fucking sense.

Why Why Why whY WHY wHy Why Why why why why WHY hwy why why why

It felt like everything was your fault. You must've done something to upset him, maybe you didn't do enough? Maybe you did too much. You were annoying, you were overbearing. Too much.

But you tried your best. Why wasn't it enough for him? Why weren't you enough?

Your thoughts slowed down as realization strikes yet again. Everything suddenly made sense.

"He doesn't love me anymore," you answered your own questions, voice barely over a whisper as the tears continue to fall. Because fuck, it hurts so much.

Maybe you knew all along. Maybe you knew he was falling out of love. Maybe you blinded yourself to the obvious signs that presented themselves to you on multiple occasions.

The lack of kisses, cuddles, and time spent together made sense. The texting and calling with that one specific person all the fucking time. It made sense, it made so much sense. You were so stupid. You convinced yourself otherwise and came up with excuses for everything that represented a bright red flag. You brought this on yourself.

The part that hurt the most wasn't that he was officially gone and out of your life. It was the knowledge that he took himself out, it was never up to you if he stays or not. He didn't want to stay.

The dreams you two had together, the goals you two were meant to accomplish together. The night Alex told you that you might be the one. The moments shared, him pleading you to stay alive long enough to travel the world with him.

It all meant nothing. They were empty words now, because Alex was gone. He chose to leave for good. And he left you alone with no explanation. It was really over. Everything came crashing down too fast.

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It's been months since Alex left. You never got closure, nor did you bump into him again. Honestly, you didn't mind that since you probably wouldn't be able to handle that.

You'd been healing as best as you could these past few months, and of course you'd heard about him. You knew he was doing okay. It was sort of hard to not know about him as he grew in popularity.

Alex, better known as Quackity, had gained so much traction recently with streaming and his YouTube channel. And it truly made you happy to hear, you'd always been endlessly supportive on that end beforehand, and it wouldn't change now.

But beside the unfortunate moments when Quackity trended on twitter and it gave you updates you didn't ask for, there was no actual contact between you two.

You were focused on healing, and hadn't opened yourself up to any possible relationships. You couldn't possibly, no matter how hard you were trying to move on healthily. It just never felt like the right moment to open yourself up to experience love again. You were in no rush anyway.

And you genuinely were making progress, you were healing slowly but surely. But it wasn't enough to prepare you for the day we find ourselves in now.

You'd just gotten on twitter, the timeline was rather dry, so you considered checking the trending. Perhaps not the smartest move.

Not when Alex was trending again, but this time it wasn't for his success on a recent video or merchandise. It was news of Alex being open about his relationship with a fellow content creator. Sure enough, it was the same person he was always texting and on call with. The friend he talked about far too fondly for your liking.

It made sense. It did. But it also opened so many old wounds.

You'd hated yourself for months for being the reason why your relationship ended with the man you thought was the one. You'd blamed yourself endlessly and cried over him for so many nights. And yet here he was announcing to the whole world that he was in a happy relationship with them.

You two had never gone public. He didn't want his audience to know. What had changed with this relationship? It all hurt too much.

But time moves on. It doesn't wait for us.

And even though the news opened up old wounds and crumbled the process you'd made, you got better again. With time.

Even though you never got proper closure, you'd gotten it out of that one twitter post from that one update account under the trending page. It was an odd way to get closure, but it helped.

Your conclusions had been right. You weren't psycho or a horrible partner for thinking such awful things. Those awful things had been right, after all. So maybe Alex had been the awful partner. Maybe you weren't the one that had done wrong. You didn't have to hate yourself or anything.

But even with this new epiphany, you couldn't bring yourself to think badly of him. People fall out of love all the time. And you can't really control who you love.

So in the end, you were at peace with knowing you were part of his life for a bit before he moved on to the better parts.

It didn't hurt as much anymore.

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It'd been so damn long at this point, there was no need to heal anymore because the wounds had already fully healed. You were doing fine. There wasn't an ounce of hatred for the man who had left with no explanation.

Things end for a reason. But you two still lived in the same city. You both went to the same university. It made sense that eventually you two would bump into each other.

You just didn't expect it to happen when it did. Perhaps it caught you completely off guard because you weren't thinking about it or him anymore. You'd parted with those thoughts already.

That's why you weren't prepared at all to see him again, after so long, at the store. Of all places.

You both had walked into the same aisle, maybe even to get the same product, but had stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of each other.

He was the first to speak up. "Y/N." He said, a surprised look on his face, but still that familiar smile, albeit very awkward, was present on his face.

You blinked the shock away before sending a small wave his way, "Alex, hi."

You two stood there for a bit, simply staring at each other. If only the earth could eat you whole right now and spit you out once he was gone. But no, the universe wasn't that kind.

"It's- wow. It's been so long. How have you been?"

The audacity, really. How did he expect you to be after what he did? After how he left you? But these were old wounds, wounds that wouldn't reopen after seeing him for the first time in so long.

"I've been alright, thank you. How've you been?"

It was so strange, being formal with him after knowing him for years. After being his friend, eventually lover, and now whatever this was. Strangers all over again.

This was the man you'd fallen in love with years back, and yet now it felt like you barely knew him. But he still looked the same. Nothing much had changed besides the fact that you two grew apart. You'd both changed so much yet so little.

"I'm glad, I've been doing good." He answers, hand going to rest on the back of his neck. Well, this quickly got awkward. Maybe there wasn't much to talk about, and you two were trying too hard to keep a conversation that was meant to die alive. You simply nod in response, a small smile on your lips to appear polite. You really weren't sure what else to say.

The silence grew for a bit longer before he finally spoke again. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

Well, that certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, for how I ended things. With no explanation or anything. It was uh, really immature of me, and you definitely deserved better. After I left, I sorta realized that."

Whiplash was the only word that came to mind when trying to describe what you were experiencing. You shook your head a bit after he finished talking.

"I just- I never understood why you left. I hated myself for so long, Alex, I always thought it was something I had done to drive you away."

He nods as you talk, "I know. It was wrong of me to simply leave. It wasn't your fault, trust me. I'd- uh, I'd love to explain, if you'd let me. Maybe it'll give us both closure?"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. First, you'd randomly bumped into him after so long, at a fucking store. And now he wanted to give you the closure you wanted so badly back then. There was no point in hearing him out. You had healed already, you were over him and his antics. But part of you wanted to hear what he had to say. His reasoning for the way he acted.

Not to mention, you never hated him. You couldn't bring yourself to hate him no matter how many reasons you came up with.

So that's how you found yourself at a coffee shop, seated at an outside table with him, drink at hand and taking small sips as he began to explain.

"I guess we should start from the beginning, huh?" He didn't really wait for a response, but you nodded anyway.

"I really did love you, Y/N, and I appreciate everything you did for me when we were together. But at the time, I didn't appreciate it nearly enough. And honestly, at some point, I made a new friend."

Fuck. So you really weren't overthinking everything. It felt good to be right, but at what cost?

"It all started off innocently, but eventually I found myself looking forward to their text messages. I found myself acting like a kid with a crush all over again. And at some point I began flirting with them. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. It felt right at the time."

You simply sat and listened to everything he was saying with a straight face. It was hurting your inner self, the self from months back that cried over him and blamed themselves for months.

"When you took me out on that date, I tried my best to remind myself how in love with you I was, because I really thought you were the one. And I genuinely did enjoy myself that night, Y/N. You know how to make me laugh and any moment I spend with you is well-enjoyed. But when you told me you loved me, I couldn't bring myself to say it back, I was so appalled with myself. Because I knew I'd been talking to that friend in a romantic way and yet there I was out with you on a date, knowing damn well I didn't feel the same anymore. I freaked out. I understand if you hate me. It was a shit thing to do."

He paused after the long rant, allowing you to take in the confession. It was the closure you wanted. He explained his feelings, why he did what he'd done. It allowed you to connect all the dots. Everything made sense, it finally did.

"Alex," you started, and you could see his breath hitch once the silence was finally broken, "I don't hate you. As much as I wanted to, as much as you hurt me, I can't bring myself to hate you. I just really wish you could've explained this to me back then. You left me guessing for so long. You made me think I'd been a shit partner, when the shit partner was you all along."

He visibly flinched at the last part, but nodded his head in agreement. "I know I was a shit partner. You didn't deserve that. And you did nothing wrong. I genuinely can't thank you enough for all the support you gave me throughout the years we were together, and even when we were just friends. You really do mean a lot to me, Y/N, even now. You still do."

The grip you had on your cup tightened a bit, you had to set it down for a bit if you didn't want to accidentally burn yourself. "This would've all been really helpful to know back then, but I simply don't know what to do with this information now, Alex. It's too much. Why are you even telling me this, what're your motives?"

"I've wanted to apologize for a while now, but I never really built up the courage to say anything, and today I just- well I just saw you after so long. You deserve an apology, Y/N. I'm really fucking sorry. I'm not asking you to take me back or anything, but I know I've lost a very valuable person, I acknowledge and I accept that. I wanted you to know that I'm sorry, and that you were a wonderful friend."

It made sense, they always got along. I mean, they were friends before they even dated. Maybe they were meant to teach each other a lesson, maybe they were meant to be together, but not like that. It didn't have to be a romantic relationship. A soulmate could be platonic. Alex's presence had been calming even after what he'd done.

"I understand. It's okay to lose feelings. You can't control who you love and who you don't. I just seriously wish you would've told me this back then. The not knowing is what hurt the most. If I knew this back then, I'm sure we could've worked things out, Alex. Because before I was your lover, I was your friend. I cared about you too, you know? It's just- fuck. This sucks."

There was a frown on his face now, it didn't fit him. It was unlike the Alex you knew. "I just couldn't handle what I had done to you. It was the guilt. When we broke up, I didn't even date the person I'd been talking to. It felt horrible, Y/N. I genuinely regret handling things the way I did. I know I lost feelings, and I know we could've talked things out and maybe things wouldn't be the exact same, but they wouldn't be as fucked up as they are now. I'm so fucking sorry."

It was a genuine apology, and frankly, you were just tired of this whole situation. You wanted to put an end to that chapter of your life. Move on. Accept that things didn't work out. Forgive and learn.

"I meant it when I said I don't hate you.. Thank you for giving me closure after so long. It's really helping me put an end to that chapter of my life." You said, a small smile on your lips. You didn't know exactly what this feeling was, but it felt good. The sadness was finally over. This conversation helped complete the healing.

He returned the smile, "Thank you for hearing me out after so long. You really didn't have to, but you've brought peace to my heart. I hope we can put this past each other."

You simply nod. It's contentment. That's what it is. There was no hard feelings anymore. No unanswered questions. It was okay that he lost feelings, that chapter was over. You two were okay again.

You'd never get together again, that wasn't an option, but there was closure. And it helped you realize that maybe you two were better off as friends, if anything at all.

A chapter was coming to an end. You and Alex had been able to talk things out, and things were okay. You two were okay. You'd be able to move on, and start new chapters and accomplish new dreams. You would finally be able to open up again.

The healing process was done, and in its place it left scars, but they were scars you'd look back on and smile at. Lessons you'd learn from and grow from. You were going to be okay.

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SHI- ABOUT TO GO DOWN

later 👀👀👀

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Me pretending I don't care that theres no new quackity x reader angst so some of them start appearing:

(I have angst and fluff ideas if y'all want, i also know a few q x reader angst fic 😁)

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SANA NGA, WLANG PWEDING MAG MOVE ON /J

Hi VHIEEE nasa mood ka ba malungkot? 😝

Idk kung na basa mo na to pero Kung na basa mo na sorri talaga nag hanap lang ako ng kasama sa kalungkotan ko

https://anonquack.tumblr.com/post/669183833318588416/lessons

(anyways I hope you had a good day and Don't forget to drink water and take care of yourself 💗💗)

goddamn you. i have to do this presentation thing that is due in 8 HOURS but you decided to give me this. and i've read their works before so i knew it was gonna be good.

I AM IN DISTRAUGHT. PUTA ANG SAKIT. WHAT IS YOUR MOTIVE, WHY MUST YOU HURT ME THIS WAY? 10k words were worth it and because of that, it gave me the drive to go and do my project. FUCKKKKKK MY HEART HURTS SO MUCH!!!!!

but thank you for the rec i guess 🙄 i've been drinking plenty of water and taking care of myself. hope you do the same!!!! i still love you

check the fic out

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ANG SAKIT NO PUNYETA DI MA ACCEPT THE FACT NA NAG MOVE NA SILANG DALAWA

Hi VHIEEE nasa mood ka ba malungkot? 😝

Idk kung na basa mo na to pero Kung na basa mo na sorri talaga nag hanap lang ako ng kasama sa kalungkotan ko

https://anonquack.tumblr.com/post/669183833318588416/lessons

(anyways I hope you had a good day and Don't forget to drink water and take care of yourself 💗💗)

goddamn you. i have to do this presentation thing that is due in 8 HOURS but you decided to give me this. and i've read their works before so i knew it was gonna be good.

I AM IN DISTRAUGHT. PUTA ANG SAKIT. WHAT IS YOUR MOTIVE, WHY MUST YOU HURT ME THIS WAY? 10k words were worth it and because of that, it gave me the drive to go and do my project. FUCKKKKKK MY HEART HURTS SO MUCH!!!!!

but thank you for the rec i guess 🙄 i've been drinking plenty of water and taking care of myself. hope you do the same!!!! i still love you

check the fic out

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YIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IBA TALAGA BASTA X FILIPINO READER

Aking Paraluman

“Aking Paraluman" cc!Wilbur Soot x Filipino!reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Some good harana content for the soul.

Warnings: Overall fluff

Word count: 788 words

Notes: This would probably spark a new passion for writing filipino readers for me. And I don't mind. Btw- this was based on the song "Paraluman by Adie" so go check it out —> here!

Dim light from your computer illuminates your face. Your eyes are heavy, but you force them open. Sandali nalang bago ako matapos. You’ve spent countless hours of your day typing away, preparing, and hopefully passing your essay to your teacher.

You have been sitting in front of your computer for hours, and it is well after midnight. You look back at your mattress and back to your computer screen. How far down do you have to be before you can unplug it and go to bed? Two feet, five feet?

You feel yourself starting to nod off, but before you completely succumb to sleep, you hear a slow strumming of a guitar. This noise gets louder and louder until you realize it is coming from outside.

You peer through the blinds and see a familiar figure on your lawn, “Sa ngayong oras?” You whispered to yourself as you get up and trudge towards your balcony.

The cold air swirls around you, but you don’t care. As you look down, you see Wilbur sitting on the stone below you with a guitar in his hands, staring up at you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered loud enough for Wilbur to hear. He doesn’t reply but shrugs his shoulders as he continues to strum his guitar.

“Sa unang tingin agad na nahumaling Sa nagniningning mong mga mata Ika'y isang bituin na nagmula sa langit.”

He stares up at you, staring at you the entire time he continues to play. You look at him and feel your cheeks get hotter. You stood there in shock, body stiff, and eyes only focusing on Wilbur. You don’t know what to say.

You have heard Wilbur sing for you before, he would invite you to his band practices, or even a simple afternoon in his office while he strums out a tune for a possible song. But this was different. It didn’t take a while for a smile to spread on your face.

“Hindi ko mawari ang taglay mong tinatangi Sadya namang nakakabighani 'Di maipaliwanag ang nararamdaman. Namumukadkad ang aking ligaya Sa tuwing ika'y papalapit na Hawakan mo ang aking kamay.”

Wilbur continues to play his guitar. You watched amused as he stutters in some of the words but you see how he was trying. He had learned Tagalog just to sing tonight. Just for you. Some of the words would go over his head but he still strums the song. He truly pulled your strings like the ones in his guitar.

You were so entranced by his harana that you completely forgot you were tired. Wilbur Soot just had that effect on you.

“O paraluman Ika'y akin nang Dadalhin sa 'Di mo inaasahang paraiso Palagi kitang Aawitan ng kundiman 'Di magsasawa 'Di ka pababayaan Isasayaw kita Hanggang sa walang hanggan.”

You stay there leaned on your balcony’s railings. You smile, and your cheeks turn pink. You watch as Wilbur continues his song, his accent mixed in some parts, but you don’t care. As he finishes his song, comfortable silence filled the air.

“So? What do you say?” He asks you, staring up at you.

You shake your head and smile. You never knew someone could sound so adorable and yet so serious in the same way. His eyes were sincere when he was speaking to you like he was saying he really wanted to impress you.

You stand there, silent as you think. “Wait there, will you?” You ask him, staring down at him.

Wilbur frowns as he watches your figure disappear from the balcony, but before he could argue he was soon engulfed in a warm embrace. You both fall on the grass of your yard, as echoes of laughter fill the night.

He stares into your eyes as, your arms wrapped around his neck. “I take that you liked it?” He asked with a grin, his dimples showing.

“Where did you learn to serenade me?” You asked with a chuckle, “This was very unexpected.” You whispered to him, as he pulled closer to him. Your cheeks flush as he looks at you. Your hands find themselves playing with his soft hair.

“Chat told me to sing a harana for you if I wanted to impress you, they told me it would work.”

“It did,” You can’t help but stifle a laugh as you shook your head. All the things he’d do to impress you.

“Then I should tell them,” He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it.

You both sit there for a while, content with each other's embrace.

“Mahal kita, Wilbur.” You whispered to the man, both of your foreheads touching.

It didn’t take an idiot for Wilbur to understand what you meant.

“I love you too, my muse.”

Rough translation: "Just a little while before I finish." "At this time?" "At first glance, I'm already obsessed In your shining eye You are a star from heaven" "I can't imagine what you have in store It's just fascinating I can't explain how it feels My happiness is blooming Whenever you get closer Hold my hand." "Oh, My Muse I will take you to An unexpected paradise I'll always sing a Kundiman for you Won't get exhausted, you'll not be neglected I will dance with you forever"

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PUTAAAANG INAAAAAAAA

Inuman

“Inuman" DreamWasTaken x Filipino!reader (gender neutral)

Summary: It's a blackout, both of you are bored, beers are consumed, feelings are exposed.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing

Word count: 547 words

Notes: I have so much dream x filipino reader brainrot asdakgfjasghfjk and yes, reader may or may not be drinking san miguel beer

Only a flickering candle lights up the room, everything else was pitch black. Cans of beer and accidentally spilled wine scatter the table. The whole neighborhood was in a blackout.

“-Okay, truth or dare?”

You raised your eyebrows at the blond, “Don’t you think we’re too old to play this game?”

“Ooh? Is little Y/N scared? Pussy?”

Your eyes widened and scoffed. “I have you know, Dream, I am not a pussy.”

The man in front of you shook his head with a giggle. “Okay then, truth or dare?” He folds his arms in anticipation with his chin up as if he was saying Go on.

“Putangina, sige nga.” You give in. I mean, what could go wrong?

Dream rolls his eyes at your curse. Dream and his childish antics. He was the one who decided to drink tonight and for some reason you allowed it. So here were the both of you sitting on the living room floor, both buzzed, and now playing truth or dare.

“Dare,” You say after you took one last gulp of your beer.

“Dare?” Dream repeats with a slight grin.

“That’s right.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

You sat there frozen with your beer can clutched in your hands. Your face is flush and your legs were frozen. Dream took a sip of beer and chuckled. You could hear his teeth clack as he smiled.

“Huh?” You raised your eyebrow. You felt your cheeks warm up. “Dream, that’s a stupid dare.” You tried to turn his question into a joke by saying it with a smile. But his eyes seemed serious.

“I’m asking you to kiss me.” He repeated his dare.

Perhaps it was the look on his face or the alcohol in your veins but you felt the lump in your throat get tighter. Your cheeks turned red. Your chest was burning. You didn’t want to kiss him right? He was just your friend, so why were you embarrassed?

“Teka lang-”

Just when you were about to reason with him, Dream’s laugh fills your ears. “I was joking-” He clutched his stomach as he wheezed, “Y/N, you should've seen your face.”

Oh. Ayun, wag ka mag-assume kase.

You cleared your throat. “Ang Landi mo, swerte ka nalang na mahal kita.” You airily chuckled before covering your mouth, immediately realizing what you had said.

Dream blinked, his mouth gaped in shock. “What did you just say?” He studied your features as you shifted uncomfortably in your place.

“Nothing- Nothing at all.”

A small smile forms on Dream’s lips as he nodded, “You did. You just did.”

You feel your blood rush in your ears, your cheeks redden the hundredth time. “You heard nothing.” You mumbled and placed your hand on your face.

“Yes, I did hear something.” Dream’s brows furrowed as he leans on his elbows, “You just said you loved me.”

You widened your eyes as you looked back at him, he was now centimeters away from your face, he was leaning against the coffee table and staring you down. The world went away. All you could see was those pair of green eyes staring at you.

“No, you-” Before anything else leaves your mouth, you feel soft lips press on yours. You froze.

“Mahal din kita.”

Rough translations: "[curse word], fine I'll do it." "Wait a minute-" "Oh. There, that's why you shouldn't assume." "You're too flirty, you're lucky I love you." "I love you too."

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Jk hi

hi say it back

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My Filipino ass understanding bits in quackity's Spanish stream:

(I'm saying this bc some Spanish words and Tagalog words sometimes have the same meaning and word, also took a 2 day Duolingo class) 👁️👄👁️👍

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I don’t think people realise how easy it is to feel ugly when you’re South East Asian.

I know so many popular East Asian bloggers, who always get so many notes because of how elegant and refined and. Pale. They are. Those are standards most of us can never achieve. I’ve never seen a selfie set of a southeast Asian girl break 1k: but I’ve seen plenty, and I mean plenty of pale East Asians break 3k easy.

I know East Asian bloggers who go on about racism against East Asians and act like it’s universal. I know some who will talk about East Asian racism but never breathe a word about racism against southeast Asians.

I know East Asian bloggers who literally don’t follow any South East Asians. The ones who say that it doesn’t matter because “we’re all East Asian!” Technically. Or those who act like we’re a different breed and a different species.

I wonder if most East Asians know that their beauty standards get passed down to our countries. I wonder if they know how it hurts a lot of us.

So I’m giving a shoutout to every southeast Asian girl. Every one of you,if us, deserves to feel pretty.

I’m talking about the Indonesian gals with broad noses. The Malay girls who wear Tudung and are mocked. Chinese Singaporeans who are still not “Chinese enough” for mainlanders. Filipino girls who feel guilty about their curly or frizzy hair. Indian Singaporeans who are feel like they need to be pale to be worth something ( you don’t). Thai girls who are told their country is only good for farming rice. Myanmar girls who get asked mockingly if they’re domestic workers. Even if you are, there is no shame in that. Every Cambodian girl who felt bad about having thick lips. I know I left a lot of people out, and I’m sorry. But if you’re reading this and haven’t seen yourself here - you are just as worthy and my spirit and strength and good wishes are with you

You are all beautiful. Every single one of you. We are all beautiful. It’s hard to see it and it’s hard to feel it sometimes but we are. You are. Every one of you. Pride to our people!