#quackity angst

[thenewausten]

i need quackity rejection angst, like imagine a read asking alex out and he said no and she has to see him everyday and or stream with him often

Thanks for the request!

Quackity Imagine: 'Cause only love can hurt like this.

You and Alex were friends, you went to events together, you streamed together... He was so easy to like, you know?! Like, a gentleman with you and everyone around you, and it made you like him. It made you fantasise for nights your days with him being yours.

After a long talk with Tina, Cellbit and Foolish, you decided to ask him out. They said he'd accept, and to be honest, you thought he'd to.

It was a rainy day when you went to his house to stream, and before the stream, you decided to ask. "Are you okay? You seem to be a little nervous today." Alex says to you. It was one of the reasons why you felt in love with him: he used to notice you.

"Yeah, uhm.. Alex, can I ask you somethin'?!" You say and he nods, stopping what he's doing to look at you. "I.. Do you want to go on a date with me?!" You ask, and Alex is looking at you a little bit shocked, the boy closes his eyes and sighs. "Shit." He whispers, opening his eyes again and facing you. "Look, Y/N... I, I'm sorry, I don't see you like this, okay?!" He says, and you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and sadness. With all your friends saying that Alex seemed to like you, you started to believe, and now your heart was in pieces and you couldn't even go home to cry. You had to stream with him.

"Yeah, I.. Where was I with my head to think you'd like me, anyway?!" You try to joke around, but your laugh is almost a sob and your voice trembles with the pain of the rejection.

"Hey, I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll give you five minutes to open the stream, okay?!" He says and leaves. Great. You can't help yourself but cry, tryin' not to sob, trying not to make any noises, tryin' not to let all the pain out of your chest because if you do, you won't stop cryin' easily. "Are you better?!" Alex appears after five minutes and you get a little angry with his insensibility. "Yes." You say, sitting on the fuckin' chair in front of his computer. "Let's do this live, please. I just want to leave." You say, Alex sits next to you, a little upset, you can read it in his face. It's all over his beautiful fuckin' face. "I hope this doesn't stay between us like this." He says and you look at him. "At least on live." He says. It's unbelievable. How can he be such a dick?!

"I..." You start, but you don't even finish it. You're so fuckin' sad, Alex rejected you and now he's being so insensible with your feelings. "Let's do it." He says when he sees you won't say anything. You stare him with a "I can't believe in you" face and keep staring when he smiles to the camera, starting to say "Hi" to chat. "Hiii, chat! How's everyone doing?!?"

Alex touches your thigh to "wake you up" and smile to you, you look at the camera with a forced smile on your face. "Hi, chat!" You don't even recognise your own voice anymore. "I'm here today with Y/N and we'll play games we used to play in our childhood!" He says. "Are you excited, Y/N?!" He asks you. "Yes." You say, not even tryin' to hide your disappointment with Alex's reaction to all that.

The live was a nightmare, of course that your both fans noticed you were sad. That you weren't in conditions to stream, that you and Alex... At the end of the live, your name and his was on trending topics of Twitter and your phone was full of messages of Cellbit, Tina, Foolish and even Bagi and Philza. "Thank you for the effort." You hear Alex's ironic voice. He's full of poison to attack you right now. "Our names are on trending topics of Twitter because you can't even fake a laugh."

"I just asked you out because I fuckin' love you and you rejected me, Alex! Do you want me to be happy?! Or to be able to fake a laugh?! Sorry, I'm not a fuckin' psycho." You get up from your chair, tears blur your vision as you walk away from his office. "It's not the end of the world, Y/N!"

"What part of 'I love you' you didn't understand, Alex?!" You turn around to face him, Alex stops in front of you. "You're such a dick, dude."

"Just because I said 'no' to your invitation?! Of a date?!" He asks. "No, Alex! Because of your insensibility! All you did was dehumanise me since I asked you out!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do, Y/N! Do you want me to hug you?! To say 'you'll find someone that loves you back, princess!'?!" He almost yells at you. "You should've done it, you should've cancelled the fuckin' stream, you should've talked to me about it!"

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't do it! I just felt suffocated with the fact my friend wants to have a date with me." He says and you roll your eyes. "How old are you?! Six?!"

"Fuck you, Y/N." He says, upset. "Fuck you, Alex. I can't believe it!" You start to sob and sit on the sofa. For some reason, you still think Alex will come to hug you, you still want him to. You still think he'll whisper "it's okay" in your ear as he consoles you for the damage he caused on you. It might be tragic, but it's better than listen to him grabbing your belongings and putting it on your bag. You get up and wipe your tears away, Alex gives you your bag and you look at him. "I see you tomorrow for the next stream?!" He asks, and the desire of punching him on the face only grows.

"No, Alex. I won't be streaming with you anymore, or being friends with you." You whisper, Alex seems to be confused and sad for the first time in this situation. "And... What? I..."

"Can I leave?! You wanted me to, anyway." You ask. "Wait, what about our streams?! What about QSMP?! And our lore?!" He asks. "Are you really worrying about that, Alex?!" You ask. It's unbelievable. "I'm out of QSMP and you can do your lives and lores by yourself!"

"No, but that's what defines our friendship! I don't want to stop being friends with you, Y/N!" He says. "Can I leave?!" You ask, upset. "Sure." Alex whispers and opens the door for you. You leave his apartment without even turning around to look at him, you hear the boy slam the door and a couple of tears fall from your eyes.

You couldn't believe, your heart was broken because of Alex. You thought that, at least, he'd be nice with you, but not even that, you know?! He sent you a lot of messages, but you decided to block him, unfollow him on social media and not even speak about him on live.

You felt in love with the wrong person. Alex could never love you the way you loved him.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

[nikaizkool]

rough lowk cocky quackity nsfw

riding his thigh while he wears his black button up and black pants omfg and he’s just teasing you making you all flustered calling you his dirty girl

…😨

Y’all are so dirty bro 😞😞😞🙏

I’m sorry if this is bad I’ve lost touch with my smutty witty 😖😖🙏🙏

His hands gripping tight on your hips guiding them to rub on his thigh, as he calls you names. “Awh your so cute darling,” he smiles at you intertwining your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as you squirm under him.

I CANT BRO IM THINKING ANOUT KY MOW SOTP 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[ador3him]

QUACKITY X READER FLUFF?? ANY KIND OF FLUFF :)))

Pairing: Quackity x gnstreamer!reader

Warnings: none!!!

Requested? yes by anon

word count: unknown (headcanons)

a/n: HERES SOME CUTE DATING HCS W MR QUACKITYYYY (it started off hc of dating him then turned into a plot SORRY HAHAHAH)

So, because you are a streamer, I feel like it's a long-distance relationship.

Not one of those cringy ones though, one where you genuinely put so much effort into it.

Like you would stay up 3 or 4 days a week for his time zone, and he would stay up 3 or 4 days a week for yours.

AND IF YOU WERE FACETIME SHY BRO WOULD FORCE YOU (in a cute way) TO SHOW YOUR BEAUTIFUL ASS FACE.

He would send you memes- don't ask just he would.

Quackity would be so secretive of your relationship, not even telling the rest of DTQK until it's like your 4- or 5-month anniversary.

And that was only because he wanted their help to surprise you.

HE CAME ALL THE WAY FROM CALIFORNIA IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS SCHOOL TERM AND STREAMING SCHEDULE JUST TO MEET UP WITH YOU FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY.

You heard a knock at your door while streaming with Sapnap and George (fucking dicks were distracting you so you wouldnt text Quackity)

WHEN YOU ANSWERED YOU STARTED CRYING AND HE WAS LAUGHING

he was also filming and he laughed at you-

he then kissed you LIKE BRO WENT INNN

a cute little smooch and he melted he literally was hugging and kissing you all together because he couldnt believe he was with you.

He would find a cute resturant near your house, insist on driving your car to it and then change all your seat setting (like how far forward and the headrest)

He wouldnt stop holding your hand through the whole dinner, even if you needed ur other hand he would just say 'deal with it'.

HED WIPE OFF ANY SAUCE ON THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH (if someone doesnt think thats cute STOP)

The next day to thank him youd make him breakfast in bed because man was JETLAGGED AFFFF

hed let you play with his hair beanie off and everything (maybe even braid it or put it into a man bun )

ANYWAYS THIS IS SO CUTE I CANTTTT

[julibeeline]

hey!! can you maybe write a fic w quackity x fem or gn!reader

and like he and the reader are like enemies to lovers arc??

i j rlly want some angsty fics rnnnn

A Four-Way Call ☎️ [Quackity]

a/n: this one might be my all time favorite :o

“the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart.”

TRACK: Show Me How - Men I Trust

“hey y/n, shut the fuck up — nobody asked.” his voice rang through your headphones. you felt the heat rush up your cheeks in embarrassment as karl and george started laughing.

normally, you would’ve found this funny. normally, you would’ve laughed along and thought of a witty remark to get him back. but today was not one of those days. today, his nasty words were just another add on to your shitty night, and you couldnt bring yourself to go along with the joke.

everytime you said something, quackity would spit out a casual “shut the fuck up” in response. so halfway through the stream you just gave up on speaking, and if someone asked you a question, your minecraft character would nod or shake its head.

“fuck off quackity, i asked. what were you saying y/n?” sapnap interuppted. you smiled for the first time that stream, and you couldnt help the warm feeling of appreciation. “sapnap, i am in love with you.” you joke, crouching your character in front of his.

he let out a small giggle, crouching back. “if anyone here is mean to y/n from now on, im going to kill you — and im talking to you quackity.” he plays along, the vc breaking into all sorts of noises. george lets out a loud wheeze, “woah sapnap no need to get all posessive” “Y/NNAP?” karl shouts. “yep. shes mine.” sapnap replies.

“okay jeez mr boyfriend, ill back off” quackity says in surrender. he knew it was all jokes, but the felt the wave of jealousy flooding through his veins made him question if it wasnt. it was pathetic to feel this way, especially over something he knew damn well was his fault. the remainder of the stream was such a mess. sapnap was giving you flowers and building you a house, and he could only watch with a salty, bitterness in his stomach.

after the stream, ‘Y/NNAP’ was trending on twitter. alex scrolled through the tag with his jaw clenched, making sure to scroll past the ones with hearts. if he’d known his one comment would’ve caused this whole mess, he would take it back in a heartbeat.

let me tell you something if you havent figured it out already. alex was infacutated with you. obsessed, even. the cruel jokes had no hurtful intention, he simply just wanted your attention. it would give him a sense of satisfaction when you would notice him for even a split second, and once he started, he couldnt stop. the shitty words came out left and right, any direction whenever he craved your attention.

you loved alex before you even met him. he was such a loveable person, someone you looked up to. and you did love him when you met him, you did at first, but something went wrong. you didnt know when or how, but something definitely went wrong.

with a snap of a finger, he started to hate you. of course you knew it was all a joke, but it seemed as if he got too carried away. at first he would send you apologetic texts after every stream, something along the lines of “hey, im sorry for being so harsh tonight, i didnt mean any of it.” but one day he just, stopped.

“thank you for the flowers, sap.” your voice rang through the vc. alex’s smile faultered for a split second before coming back up. he saw your character running up to him from a distance, with his heartbeat increasing by every step you took. “hey asshole. not telling me to shut up today?” you giggled, hitting him to say hi. “your boyfriend doesnt allow it now, does he?” he tested the waters. “i guess so.”

oh how he hated your reply. for the first time in his life, he hated that you agreed with him.

the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart. he felt intimidated, like he had to compete for someone that he didnt even have a chance with. surely you hated him by now, right?

quackity’s silence confused you. he didnt join your streams, didnt invite you to his — even if it meant he could roast the shit out of you. and there was one thing you didnt want to admit. you missed him. maybe it was the feeling in your gut that was bashing you for replacing him so easily, or maybe it was the feeling of this unexpected love and affection from someone else. but you did miss him.

it felt as if this rivalry dynamic between you and quackity had just been crushed by a newfound dynamic, one that was far different from this one. you didnt know which you liked better, you didnt know who you liked better.

“whats going on with you and y/n? like are you guys good?” karl asks through the call. alex brings his phone better up to his ear, laying down on his bed. he looked up at the ceiling in a panic. “w-what do you mean?” he answers. “like youre always mean to her on stream like you hate her, and now you just dont talk to her anym-“

“im in love with y/n.” he blurts out. “okay- i know that seems really weird right now but-“

“what?” karl asks.

“what?” an unfamiliar voice. sapnap. sapnap was in the call.

“sapnap? what are you doing here? i thought it was just me and karl in the call-”

“youre in love with y/n?” he interrupts.

“well yeah. are you?” alex asks. he holds his breath in tightly awaiting his reply.

“no, she’s my friend.”

“someone’s in love with me?”

your voice made alex’s heart jump out of his chest. it was en electrifying feeling. the drag of his fingertips against his forehead felt too fake, this whole situation felt too fake. he wanted to wake up from this hell of a nightmare.

“y/n? y-you heard all of that?” he asked.

“no, just the last part. who’s in love with me? i swear if its sapnap joking around im gonna kill him-”

“alex is.” karls said. damn you, karl.

here it is again, the awkward silence. it felt like all oxygen had been sucked out your chest, leaving you behind hopeless. your mind became blank as you thought of something to say, something that wouldnt leave him hanging like this very moment.

“alex?” you ask.

“i am. im in love with you y/n.”

“i guess i can get used to your love.”

epilogue.

sapnap left the call the second he heard what you said. maybe he was all wrong.

maybe the master plan of swooping in to save you at just the perfect moment wasn’t enough, maybe dream was wrong.

“okay- the next time quackity says something you have to butt in and help her.”

“she’s playing along, great! she’ll love you in no time. trust me.”

“keep flirting with her. flirt until she flirts back.”

his words were loud and clear. effective too, but maybe not in the long run.

[quackoree]

Quackity Oneshots/Headcannons

-HIIII, request anything, i made this to cure my boredom so ill most likely do ur request

-i only write female readers sorry⚠️😭

-I write oneshots or headcannons for quackity, below r some ideas u can request.

• Fluff☁️

• Yandere🔪

• Smut🍋

• Angst💔

anything to cure my boredom and keep me busy

-If you want anything to be specific in the story tell me in the request, also specify if you want quackity, c!quackity, or q!quackity.

(DSMP, QSMP)

-dont be scared to request anything, i need requests pls😭

[kirarisoul]

predictions — quackity

first fic kinda scared 🤪

cw: angst, family problems, sad 😔

not proofread

skater!quackity x fem!reader

summary: after moving cities, you meet a very awkward, closed off guy. you eventually break through his walls, however, it seems to be written in your fate that you two could never be.

Spades represent challenging tasks or events coming in the future.

Hearts represent feelings, family, home, love, and relationships.

august 17th

moving somewhere new is always scary. leaving all you friends and family and home behind for a new place, a decision you didn’t have any say in. your parents said it was best to move here, but there wasn’t even any reason to move. you were doing fine in school, had a few good, loyal friends, and you were happy. however, being a child means nobody listens to what you have to say and you must adapt very quickly. good thing you were 17 and could do what you wanted after your 18th birthday, move back home and go to college.

but, for now, you were here. in your dads car, finally getting closer to your new house after hours in the car. you wondered what your room would be like, what your new school would be like, if you would make any friends. you definitely don’t have the same confidence you did when you were six, talking to everyone in your class and making friends. i guess you somehow knew you would be making lifelong friends, ones that you would grow old with and live on the same street as forever. you started to sketch what you think the house looks like in your sketchbook, and what you hope your room would look like.

“look, [name]. we’re gonna get there soon. why don’t you take those headphones out and look around.” your dad looks through the rearview mirror to look at you.

you yank your headphones out. he knows your mad but just won’t leave you alone. you tune out your dad talking to your mom and look out the window for the first time in three hours, the last thing you saw was a bunch of cows out on a field.

…

this place is a fucking dump. it sucks. everything sucks. now you really want to go home. your parents just had to pick the worst place for you to move. your neighbours front lawns were full of junk, like they were hoarders or something.

the car stops and you feel your dad get out and open the trunk. you open your door to greet your new home. you can work with this. it’s not the ugliest thing in the world. you walk inside and hear something about the moving van coming in a few hours. your room was alright, very empty but the window has a nice view of the sunset.

“[name], after dinner i want you going straight to bed. you start at your new school tomorrow.” your mom sternly said.

“alright” you say. “don’t know why i’m starting school on a thursday, but ok” you mumbled.

///

the floor in this house is oddly comfy, you think to yourself. but you can’t sleep, your heart is racing thinking about starting at a new school tomorrow. you’ve seen new kids at your old school be all alone and never understand how they can handle it, and now you’re the new kid. you can only pray it goes well.

you turn over to look at your phone.

[00:36]

you should really get to sleep.

///

you jog down the stairs to see furniture that wasn’t there yesterday, guess your parents were busy making it look nice last night.

“hey, eat up and get going. don’t wanna be late on your first day!”

“‘kay.”

still mad.

///

you walk out and breathe in the air. it’s warm and humid. you pull out your phone so you can open your google maps to get you to school.

dead.

clearly you didn’t remember that the electricity on the second floor just didn’t work and your phone didn’t charge. great. how the hell were you going to get to school now.

you then had the great idea of looking for someone who looks like a student and asking them if they go to your school. maybe make a friend aswell.

you see a boy leave the house opposite yours and turn left down the street. he had a hat and a hoodie on, with the hood up. in this heat? what a weirdo. but it looks like your family is just surrounded by elderly people living out their retirement on this street, so you doubt you would be seeing another teenager apart from him. and you were getting late.

so you crossed the street to catch up with him.

“hey! excuse me!” you yelled after him.

the boy turned around with a confused look on his face and looked around as if there was anyone else you could be taking to.

“uhh… hi?” he said quietly, with the same look on his face.

“yeah, hi, uh, do you go to [school]?”

“uh, yeah, why?”

“me too! well it’s my first day, and my phone is dead so i don’t know how to get there and i was wondering if you cou-“

“you’re new?” he cut you off.

“…yeah. anyways, can i walk with you?”

“why are you starting school on a thursday?”

why does he care? can you walk with him or not??

“i dunno, but it’s getting late so can i walk with you or..?”

“i mean if you want.”

“ok, thank you.”

and so you started walking. the silence between the two of you was so awkward you wanted to die.

“so, uh, what’s your name?”

“alex.”

“nice..”

…

was he gonna ask your name? has he ever talked with another human before?

“my name is [name].”

“ok.”

ok? OK?

“is that the school there?” you point to a building that’s about 4 stories coming up ahead of you two.

“no, it’s just got a bunch of kids outside it for no reason.”

what the fuck is this guys problem. you’ve just met him and he’s acting like this. no wonder he’s walking all alone.

///

after getting your schedule from the front desk, you make your way to your first class. you sit down in a chair near the front and set down your bag. you really, really, hope that the teacher doesn’t make a whole speech about the new kid in class.

“so, as you guys might’ve noticed,” the teacher starts. “there’s a new face here!”

of course he did.

he comes over to your desk and gestures for you to stand up. “wanna introduce yourself, [name]?”

“uh, sure.” you stand.

“uhm, my name is [name] and i moved here yesterday from-“

“you’re starting school on a thursday?” some kid says from the corner of the class.

“….yes.”

///

finally, the first day was over. apart from the fact that you sat alone at lunch and had to make an introduction in every single class, it wasn’t horrible.

now to get home….

which way was it again?

have you seriously forgotten? it was only like 6 hours ago.

suddenly, you see a familiar hoodie in the distance, walking.

it’s alex. i’ll just go walk with him again.

you jog up beside him.

“hi, alex.”

he turns his head and looks at you while he keeps walking.

“hello?”

“uh, this is kinda embarrassing but i don’t know how to get home either, can i walk with you again?”

he sighs. “sure, i guess.”

“cool.”

you weren’t gonna talk this time, since clearly he doesn’t want to.

…

this is even more awkward than the walk to school.

“so,” you start. “how was your day?”

he turns again and looks at you weirdly. “uh, fine?”

“good…”

you won’t tell him about your day, he doesn’t seem to care very much anyways.

///

you figured out how to get to school in your own for friday, so you didn’t have to go through that whole thing with alex again. it’s the weekend now and while you scroll through your friends stories, seeing them all having fun hanging out, you’re alone in your room, lying on your bed, doing absolutely nothing. you know, cause you’ve got no friends.

you get up to go get another popsicle from downstairs, i think everyone eats a lot when they’re bored out of their mind. you pass by the window in your room and see alex outside of his home across the street. you stop and look, for some reason he’s just so intriguing to you. and kinda cute.

wait a minute.

am i really thinking this about that weirdo who doesn’t talk, wears hoodies in the summer, and walks all alone? i must be really bored.

he’s out there with a skateboard in his hand, and he looks like he’s waiting for someone. his hair isn’t hidden behind a beanie like usual, it’s under a baseball cap. he’s still wearing a hoodie, but with shorts instead of longer pants this time. wow, his legs are nice too. and his eyes. and face.

suddenly, he looks up at your window and locks eyes with you. you immediately drop down to the floor and crawl the rest of the way to the kitchen. could you have handled that any weirder?

///

monday came fast, and once again you were leaving the house for school. you didn’t see alex again during the weekend, and probably for a good reason, cause if he remembers that window situation, it’s over for you. God, why did you do that?

you hear a door shutting from across the street, and you can feel a pair of eyes on you. you turn slightly to see and there alex is, looking right at you, again. you whip your head back around and start walking faster.

///

you get home fast enough to avoid seeing alex again and reach for the door handle. it doesn’t work. you try it again. and again. and again. then you remember, your mom went back to work today, and didn’t leave the door unlocked like usual. you didn’t have a key either. now you’re stranded outside your house, for about another three hours until your mom gets home. you sit on your porch steps and start the waiting.

until, you see a shadow above you and you look up. it’s… alex? wow, the last person you wanted to see right now.

“hey.” he says.

“hi…”

he looks around then shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.

“my mom said i should ask you if you wanna come in, so you’re not waiting out here.”

you look past him and see a woman in the doorway of his house, smiling at you and waving.

“uh, i’m alright.”

“just come, she’s not gonna give up, she’s been wanting to meet you guys since you moved in. also, you shouldn’t wait outside in the sun.”

“ok, i guess.”

you follow him to his house and walk in after greeting his mom. it’s a nice place, better looking on the inside than the outside. his lawn is probably the nicest on the street. after all, you see his mother outside gardening all the time.

“hi, honey, you’re [name] right?, i talked to your mom today, and she told me to make sure you’re not waiting outside until she comes home.”

“oh, thank you.”

“it’s no problem! you can sit in the living room while your waiting and i’ll get you something to eat oh- actually, alex, take her up to your room.

“mom i-“ he says frustrated and then stops himself. “fine. follow me”

you go up to his room and look around. it’s small, the same size as your room, but it’s nice. it’s very…. alex. the walls are blue, there are posters up on the wall of tyler, the creator and kanye west. there are a couple skateboards around, each with a different colour and size and shape.

“just sit wherever, im gonna play.” he points to his console and sits on the floor after turning it on. you sit next to him cause sitting on some strangers bed is weird. as he scrolls through the games, one catches your attention, mario kart.

“oh, you have mario kart?”

“yeah.” he scrolls right past it and clicks on something then gta’s loading screen pops up on the tv. you guess you were too subtle with telling him you like mario kart. you nod and turn away, pulling out your phone and mindlessly scrolling.

you hear him sigh and close down gta. “do you wanna play mario kart?” he asks.

“oh, uh, sure.”

he hands you a controller and you two pick out your characters, shy guy and princess peach.

“princess peach? really?” he questions you.

“she’s the best. i always win with her.”

“it’s very basic.”

“watch me win, then start talking.”

he laughs. “alright, but just so you know, i’ve never been beat in mario kart.”

“me neither.” you’re getting pretty competitive with him.

you both play for the three hours and get more and more comfortable with each other. you think you could even be friends with him. his mom opens the door and calls your name.

“your moms home, honey.”

“oh,” you start getting up and grabbing your school bag. “ thanks for having me, ma’am. and thanks, alex.”

“it’s no problem” he says, looking away.

///

walking home from school is probably the best part of your day. your headphones are in, your alone, looking at the scenery. it’s fun. you even close your eyes and take in the air as you walk. it’s so peaceful. until you feel someone walking next to you. you open your eyes and see alex, walking with you.

“hi.” he says, looking forward.

“hey.” you say, a little confused.

you two continue walking in silence, but it doesn’t feel as awkward anymore.

“hey, you have a few hours til your mom gets home, right?”

“yeah, why?”

“well, if you were just gonna come over again, i was gonna go to the skatepark today.”

“oh, it’s fine, i’ll just walk around the block or something.”

“no, like, i was wondering if you wanna go with me?”

was he asking you out?

“just, to kill time, y’know?”

“uh, sure, that’ll be fun i think.” you smile at him.

at the skatepark, you sit at the edge of the bowl, watching him skate.

“you’re really good!” you say.

“huh? nah, i’m not really.” he laughs.

“no, you are! well, to me atleast.”

he smiles and turns away to keep skating and doing tricks.

after about an hour of just watching him and talking, he asks you something.

“d’you wanna try?”

“what- skating?”

“yeah, i can teach you.”

“i dunno..”

“it’ll be fun! and safe, i promise.”

“fine, i guess.”

he holds out his hand to help you get into the bowl, and you grab it.

“so basically, what you do is you stand on it with two feet, then push off.”

“ok…” you try and you move, but don’t get far.

“that was great!” he says, encouraging you.

“it really wasn’t.”

“for a total beginner it’s great.”

he helped you learn how to turn and do some simple tricks.

“this one is kinda hard for a beginner, but i think you’ve got it.”

you watch him demonstrate it then you try. you push off with one foot and bend your knees, just like he did, to do the trick. he’s jogging along with you on the skateboard, making sure you don’t fall. you jump up slightly to do the trick but it doesn’t work, and you stumble when you land back on the skateboard. you feel yourself tripping, and prepare for the impact by closing your eyes, but it never comes.

instead you feel hands on your waist, pulling you up, helping you stand. you open your eyes and alex is looking at you, and asking “you okay?” with a worried expression. but all you can think about are his hands. their placement, how they felt on your body.

you snap back into reality. “i’m fine.”

“maybe we should stop now..”

“good idea.”

you two lay on the grass near the skatepark, talking.

“i’m just mad at my dad really,” you say. “he made us move here, and he’s always on me about my grades. it’s like he’s always mad. he’s always yelling and stuff. my mom says he’s just stressed about work but that’s not my fault.”

“i get it. my dad isn’t the best either. he’s not mean but he’s very strict. we’re not like father and son, he’s more like my boss. he’s always talking about how i’ll follow in his footsteps and own his business, but i don’t wanna.” alex says.

“what do you wanna do?”

“ok, promise you won’t laugh.”

“i won’t.”

“a streamer.”

“like a twitch streamer?”

“yeah, i already have a youtube channel that’s doing pretty well, and i want to do streaming too. i wanna make people happy with my content. i also wanna move to LA. that’s where all the streamers live.”

“woah. you really planned it all out. i wanna go to art school, i love drawing.”

“really? can i see some?

“yeah sure!” you pull out your sketchbook from your bag

///

december 28th

as your friendship developed, and you crush on alex developed, you became happier and more content with your move. you found other friends but you always walk home with alex. and you go to the skatepark all the time. you’re pretty good at skating now.

for his birthday, you decided to go to a carnival. you went on rides together and ate food, the night was coming to an end when you saw something near the back of the carnival.

“look, fortune telling! let’s go!”

“you know it’s all fake right, it’s a scam.”

“just come.” you drag him to the tent and walk in.

it’s just a spinning wheel with four symbols on it.

spade.

heart.

club.

diamond.

whatever, it’s only a dollar. you give the tired teenager working the tent two dollars for yourself and spin the wheel twice.

your first spin was the heart.

your second spin was the spade.

“huh, i wonder what they mean.”

“look it up online, it’s like 11, we should get home.” alex says, while urging you out the tent.

///

august 17th

it’s officially been a year since you moved here, and you are completely at peace with the situation now. you made new friends, and you always had alex there with you, especially during hard times with your family and home.

you’re sitting at the desk in your room, studying, when you suddenly get a notification on your phone. it’s alex.

alex

hey can u come outside for a sec

you

why lol

alex

just come pls

you grab your jacket and slip your shoes on. you walk outside and breathe in the cool, summer, night air. you see alex a little bit down the street from your house. you speed up to reach him faster.

“hey,” you smile at him, with rosy cheeks due to the nippy air. he doesn’t think you could ever look better. “what’s up?”

“i have to tell you something.”

your smile falters. “what is it, alex?”

“i’m leaving..” he paused.

“what, sorry, where? when? what are you talking about? why?” you bombard him with questions, he can’t just drop this bomb on you with no explanation.

“LA.”

“oh” you’ve known it was his dream for a while now. “that’s great, alex! i’m so happy for you! when are you going?”

“tomorrow.”

“oh.. so soon? why didn’t you tell me before?”

“it was last minute, one of my friends over there found an apartment for me, and i was gonna go to college soon anyways, so i applied for one in LA. sorry i didn’t tell you but it would’ve upset you and i-“

“alex, it’s fine. it’s what you’ve always wanted. i’m glad you’re getting to do this finally.” you smile at him reassuringly.

“thanks.” he smiles back. “i wanted to ask you though.”

“what?”

“come with me.”

“what?!”

“come to LA with me. i’ve been putting off telling you and i wasn’t going to but i can’t go without saying this. [name], i have liked you since that day you asked to walk to school with me. i’ve loved you since you let me teach you to skate. i can’t go without you.”

“alex..”

“we can get away from your dad and my dad and this whole city together. i have everything ready-“

“alex.”

“i’ve got an apartment, and there’s an art school nearby that you can go to. we can live together and you can go to school and i’ll stream an-“

“alex!” you say sternly this time. he looks at you for the first time since he started his ramble. you’re crying, why are you crying? he thinks.

“i-i can’t.”

“what..?”

“i can’t go with you alex.” you look at him with wide eyes like you’re also surprised at what you’re saying.

“what do you mean? we can get away from all of this! from our parents, from this town, from this street!”

“i can’t leave my family, alex.”

“[name], what? i thought you would’ve wanted thi-“

“why would i want this alex?! why are you doing this?! you cant make me choose between my life here and with you! it’s not fair!”

“i-i don’t-“

“just go alex.”

“what?”

“just go. i don’t think we can do this.”

“but-“

“go.” your voice breaks.

he whimpers and takes a few steps back.

“i’m sorry [name]…” his eyes are wide with shock. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. you’re supposed to be going to LA with him. you two were supposed to be together.

“i love you, [name]” alex starts walking.

“i love you too.” you whisper, hoping he heard.

you turn on you heel and walk into the distance.

you make it to the skatepark where you have millions of memories with alex. you sit there a couple hours. just thinking.

when you get home your parents are there, waiting.

“[name], where were you? i told you to study, where did you go?”

you’re too exhausted to talk. you walk past them and go to your room. you couldn’t even cry anymore.

and so, the heart and the spade came at you together.

august 17th has been the worst day of your life two years in a row.

end.

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ommgggg how was it, i hope it wasn’t too long or boring. this is my first fic on this account hope you guys like it 😛 sorry if q was a little ooc

[tumbleweedbee]

Quackity x genderfluid reader??

Sure!! You never specified what so I’ll just give you a few headcanons

(Also I don’t know a lot about being genderfluid but I’ll try :,)

(This was also very rushed, I’m sorry about that)

HEADCANONS

-Quackity would always be extremely protective of you when it came to introducing you to new people, he knew that you’d let it slide if they misgendered you but he’d make sure to correct them everytime

-He would always be clinging onto you in some shape or form, he always insisted that he was your “bodguard” and was here to protect you

-Quackity would often ask you in the morning “how are you feeling?” Just to get a sense of where your feminity or masculinity was at so he could act the correct way without offending you

-If you were upset then he would try his best to cheer you up as he isn’t great at comforting people,he’d try and distract you by acting funny,buying you stuff and making BBH mad by swearing in hopes of getting you to crack a smile

[starityslife]

first follower is a legend for life

we appreciate your cervix

@starzfallinzzz0 <3

[barbararomance]

the accident, quackity!

synopsis! "and you know.. damn well, for you i would ruin myself.. a million little times." PAIN, MENTIONS OF KYS, HATE, STAN SLANDER, CC BEING BASHED FOR HAVING AN S/O, BE SAFE READING THIS IT LOWKEY DONT MAKE SENSE BUT ENJOY ILYSM

read me! likes, feedbacks, and especially reblogs are highly appreciated; come talk to me if you wanna repost my writings on other sites please. this is truly fictional, nobody should be harassed just because they love someone - if any of your fav cc ever fall inlove do support them <33 - this is just for the angst lovers and i, barbararomance loves u sm // leave a request here!

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you scrolled through your twitter feed using a private account and admired all the praise your boyfriend, quackity. gets from all his fans, you knew well he deserved each and every words of appreciation and admiration. he was currently lounging close by, possibly preparing for a stream. "hey babe, could you come help me real quick!" he called out and you quickly headed to his direction, you see he was struggling with setting up a few things making you chuckle "you should know this already, you kidding me?" you tease him. quackity pretended to be offended and you both burst into a fit of laughter together. "there you go, don't make a mess and have fun!" you say before sharing a good luck kiss with him. headed back to your phone, you felt uneasy. it was also hearable that your boyfriend was.. panicking? you were gonna head to where he was to check if he was alright but a notification popped up on your phone capturing your attention. it was a bunch of private messages... @/alexsversion: you're dating quackity?? @/mcytenjoyer420: bruh you're too ugly for quackity LEAVE KARLS HUSBAND ALONE @/quackityhqrealgf: hey didn't know i had an impostor @/gaggingondik: leave alex alone he's literally out of your league @/dweamygwoggy: literally kys

this was impossible, the two of you were absolutely careful. you closed your phone, wishing no longer to see the compilation of hurtful words his "fans" were spamming your main account. you headed to him and he was indeed talking to chat, you noticed he was nervously talking about.. you. he was publicly announcing his relationship.. with you.. no. he was so uncomfortable with it, he wasn't ready to show you to the world because he just wanted it to be the you two.. he just wanted you. you pulled up his stream silently while listening to him live, you read the chat and many of them were not too happy.. jealous.. angry.. barely anyone was supportive. @/getkrissedbozo: pls alex we know you don't get bitches @/quackitystan69: NOOOOOOOOO PLS SAY ITS A PRANK @/toofbruhsh: she kinda ugly for you @/karlnapitytruther: YOU CHEATING ON KARL AND SAPNAP WTF "yes i do have a girlfriend.. and i love her very much.." you looked at him heartbroken, it was a very beautiful moment of honesty. you watch him quickly end the stream and fall down on his knees in fear. you rushed to him and held him, you carefully brushed his hair and looked at him with worry.. "you didn't have to do that.. what happened?" you ask in a calm voice.. "i'm sorry y/n.. i accidentally started the stream when i asked for your help.. i panicked.. i told them about you.. i'm sorry.. i really wanted it to be more special.. i'm really sorry it had to be this way.. i'm sorr-" you kissed him to stop his worries. "don't be sorry alex, it's gonna be okay. we'll be okay.." you cooed as your foreheads touched in a loving second. "y/n.. espero que sepas que me arruinaría por ti. un millón de pequeñas veces."

[aikoionic]

Dreamy girl chapter one out soon maybe 👀 it’s been a year I’m so sorry 😭

[windebris]

HERE IT IS, THE LONG-AWAITED (its been an hour) Lonely King by CG5 analysis post!!!!! its a bit long so i’ll put it under a cut but hoooooooo boy its a good one.

We open on, instead of vultures in the desert, two (literal) ducks on the cacti and one duck (cq) in the desert. Theyre chirping. Its an implied sunrise, this is a new beginning for quack or at least He wants it to be; the sky is red, which is always a bad sign for future endeavors. 

Right off the bat the screen is divided into to parts, one shadowed and one light. In the shadowed part (left) its all unpacked boxes and unhealthy coping mechanisms (cough alcohol cough) and on the light half (right) hes got poker chips stacked up high and books and work. He wants to seem like hes got it all together, hes the king hes the boss hes got this. But really, hes struggling when no one bothers to look (ie the fiancés that left him [he left? Both] and the friends that dont check in)

the colored cards represent characters but the fact that he smashes through it right after is telling; id guess the ones at the very top are quackity & charlie, then foolish, purpled, and fundy underneath. The dark green id guess tubbo. You cant see it very clearly in the screenshot but the far bottom left is shades of gray, so id say schlatt, and the middle two are pink/yellow and green/white, so techno and dream. Far right is purple so im thinking karl. Wilburs gotta be in there somewhere, and so does sapnap so possibly the two in the more middle bottom area? Unsure about the yellow/green and solid blue near the top.

ANYWHO the reason i bring this up is that the ones right at the base, at the cornerstones and the center, are the traumatic people. No matter how far up he builds, cq’s very foundation is these experiences that he may not be able to see from the top, but he’ll always shake if theyre shifted.

The ones at the TOP are the ones he build Very Carefully, and with the purpose of Being At the Top, that Matters More and is Where he Is Now. this is what quack Wants people to see about him.

Here hes literally digging a grave for pictures of his enemies (schlatt and two turned away photos), (it juxtaposes with the lyrics being like ‘i was told i had to walk away [from my enemies]’ but the lyrical analysis is a Whole different post) but hes crying as he does so!!! It introduces the blue as a ‘this is what im feeling, it doesnt have to bring me control its what i am rn’ color, kind of an expression w/o limitations. Later that’ll express differently w the color but rn its the first time we see cq cry in the vid, and to my knowledge its the only time. I could be wrong about that tho. And he is Very Alone in this scene, theres no one to support him so hes Literally burying his trauma!!! Hence the never crying again!

I love all of these stills in the mirror bc he's reflected wearing the outfit associated with his time of 'owch' with the particular person overlaid in red over him (red = pain = success for the one dealing it out, hence the abundance of red in las nevadas bc he wants to be the one in control), but OWCH WHY KARL I LOVE KARL SO MUUUCH

i'll TELL YOU why karl it's because he fits Right in with the others in the sense that he was a Betrayal. schlatt was skeevy going in, but he was his husband he was meant to be at least Not-Bad, then Bam betrayal. Wilbur was meant to be his friend, was meant to be a fellow countryman, then Bam explosion. etc, so Karl not Only fits right in but is arguably the most stark and important bc of these flashes bc he's the only one that's only mentioned once, Here. bc cq doesn't see him as an enemy per se, like he clearly describes the others as. no, Karl is Pain, he is Red, he is Betrayal, but never an enemy (hence why he wasn't in the roulette spinner scene)

he's making himself a New Kind of villain PURPOSEFULLY!!!!!! HES WELL AWARE GOING INTO IT THAT THEYLL SEE HIM AS THE BAD GUY!!!! He Chooses to be the inflictor of pain rather than the one who takes the brunt of it bc it's the only way he can stay safe!!!!! that's why he hurts dream, he's stealing the 'smile' and the position bc when dream was in charge no one dared hurt him. no one dared. but quackity isn't red naturally!! his scar is a different color (barely noticeable) and the red on him (beanie, tie) are choices!! he Chose to wear those as opposed to before all of the server hardship when he Chose to wear blue (naivete? or maybe an unconscious hope that things would turn out good)

Theres a certain swagger that comes with choosing the ‘wrong’ path that i love about cq. Hes sauntering down to hell with a handbag full of golden poker chips and an even more golden smirk and tbh so girlboss of him

THERES NO HEART IN THE CARD SUITS IM GONNA CRY

Also! King imageryyyyy with the throne! It goes along with the title ‘lonely king’ because obvi its a throne, hes got the king thing going on, but also hes the only one in this frame. The colors are muted except for the red (pain, loneliness, control, what he seeks for so long but cant stand to have in reality) and some gold on the poker chip (illusion of control? Illusion of importance, surely) so hes Very Lonely

TRANSITION!!!!! before now the colors were All red and orange and white black brown and GOLD GOLD GOLD, but now we have variety, he's introducing friends, he has hope; the first time we see them they're suits on cards (earlier in video) but now they're pictures on a wall like important figures in his life (see: portraits of wil and schlatt except this time they're on the wall, unbroken, bc he so desperately Wants these ppl in his life) as distinct from pawns like initially (re: cards)

Also, notice that purp is the Only One not smiling! He holds a grudge (a well-deserved one, but hey this is cquacks perspective so im not gonna go into it here lol)

Here they are as the cards earlier; still have the color, still have the hope, but theyre impersonal. No faces beyond the bare minimum, and honestly those look pretty intimidating and blank. These are pawns, theyre workers, theyre something to be used. So when quackity swipes over them in red paint-its preeeetty clear he wants nothing to do with this newfound hope. Given this is earlier in the music vid (before the first pic i used, actually) its in character at that point; theres potential hope in these pawns, and thats gotta be stamped out with the red, the control, so he cant get hurt with them.

BACK TO THE TIME FRAME I WAS IN AND A L S O THE ESTABLISHED COLOR SCHEME which meeeeans somethings disrupted the relative safety, cq's settling down ain't gonna happen, mistrust has crept back in and we're unstable again hence the gold sparky sparks in las nevadas colors!!!! red, again, he wants control, but Gold is that legacy and prestige he sees everyone else get and it's falling apart (or about to) in front of him

quack is evilly grinning up at purp (notice the ‘up at’ as in hes below him in terms that purple has power OVER him but quack still wants to claim that sense of control), like oh yes stealing the dream motif again with the haha you can't get to me I don't care about your attempt on my life EXCEPT the Second purp goes for cslime the smile drops. he cares about someone, like it or not, and the chosen villain storyline doesn't hold up anymore bc he cares, at his very core he cares so much and that's why he didn't want his people to get close (hence the card suits) and when they Did (picture frames) he gets screwed over. bc quackitys character is about betrayal. and as soon as the red and gold disappeared, pain and ambition and control traded for hope again, that colorful wonderful thing, it was ripped away just as fast by one of the people he trusted. whether the color purple is a motif there I'll leave up to you (Karl, purpled)

AND! HE DIVES AFTER SLIME EVEN WHEN HE KNOWS INTELLECTUALLY THAT THE GUYS A GONNER ALREADY! THATS AN UNCONSCIOUS, IMMEDIATE REACTION!!! Just wanted to add that. Bc it wasnt a choice, he didnt choose to let these people in like he chose to keep them Out initially, but by god does he grip them close once theyre there. I wouldnt be surprised if cpurp joined the lineup beside karl and wil and schlatt and techno for betrayers.

THE RETURN OF COLOR AGAINNNNNN (I'm sorry for the overabundance of color analysis but it's There. I promise it's There and im not just insane.) and maybe it's not quite hope outright and I was wrong, but it's hope in something. slime is essentially dead, quacks been betrayed again, but this time he has something left. las nevadas isn't even Considered in this frame bc he's so consumed by this loss. our boy is coming BACK, BABYYYY and! and! he's on an equal plane with slime, they're standing shoulder to shoulder!!!! that is So different from every other position we've seen him in compared with other people who held power over him previously; schlatt stood over him, and so did Wilbur and tech and Karl that one time, with the one time they Weren't putting them in a grave that quack was digging at (I'll add a picture of that below) and they weren't even there!!! he put picture frames for a semblance of control!!! here, he's actually on even footing with his Friend, which makes the loss even more heartbreaking

hes disheveled, his beanie is gone (perhaps the most telling thing that hes gone through an abyss [hero’s journey anyone?]) this is his big moment (w/n the music video, im sure theres more to come for the character, however briefly)

and there's blue on what's presumably wils picture bc of ghostbur, duh, but also bc ghostbur fundamentally has the more free state of mind that quackity associates with hope. ofc all that's gone by the time he's revived but it's a nice thought

he's angry!!! singing directly into the dynamite, his scar is Bright Red unlike in previous scenes, this guy is Angry and rightfully so. he's had his moment of weakness (cough hope cough) and it's set him right back to vengeance and control and Pain. there's no gold anymore, he doesn't seem to care about the legacy element or the wealth, he just wants the safety of control. it's a spotlight, he's the only one left to care about, everything's drowned out except himself and the pain he can bring (ie the explosive. Wilbur callbacks anyone, he's literally a shadow but whether it's of Wilbur or of his former glory is debatable esp since glory is a motif here)

back to fake smiles, back to card suit imagery, we've boomeranged to the beginning and all hopes of permanent character development are gone. we're leading up to a breaking point in the narrative (background is kinda swiveling btwn orange and red like lava, like it's close to an eruption but that's kinda a reach) but we're not there yet

THIS IS LITERALLY JUST CC QUACKITY. HES TAUNTING US. HE STOLE ALL OF CQs color and put it into his own background bc this man is enjoying the panic he creates with all the angst.

Okay but in all seriousness about that one, all black = mourning = oh gosh quacks gonna die. Hes totally gonna die. OR its just for the vibes idk. But this man is Literally holding the fate of las nevadas (colors motif yes to all of it hes got the pain and control and the unrevealed card ‘up his sleeve’) in his hands. I am So here for this its gonna be an awesome finale

And i just rewatched the first bit and this totally supports my thing that blue is hope and red is pain. that in addition to there being no heart on the ‘throne’ from earlier-- its bc it was broken :D it flashes for like .01 seconds and it took a solid five attempts to pause on lol. the tiny broken heart makes My heart break

ive skipped the Whole part w c!Tommy and the bit with the mirror smash (its rly fascinating, so many mini-scenes all in one!!) for someone a bit more versed in the VODs to analyze, but ohhhh buy was this fun. Ty for reading through my incoherent mess of an analysis, it my little english enthusiast heart very happy :D

[nikaizkool]

Threesome with Quackity and Karl🙏🏻

Quackity would overstim you so damn hard, dirtytalking you and being mean, while Karl is the complete oppsite. Praising you the entire time, telling you how good your being for them.

Real bruh

Q literally making you cry and Karl praising you for doing so good for Q

“Fuck baby….” Q would whisper in your ear and kiss your neck while Karl does his duty and praises you.

“Your doing so good baby just a little more, ‘Kay?”

[ador3him]

hear me out prompts “you brought me flowers?” dragged by “i’m falling in love with you” for quackity :’)

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

warnings: nothing?? uhh its not proofread and i def overused the pet names whatever tho

requested? yes by @mcyt-trash-can

word count. 0.6k

a/n: AWHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE EYIWEGFKWGIF anyways I MADE QUACKITY REALLY SOFT AND FLUFFY LIKE JUST TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THE READER :DDDDD

“Hey babe? I going to go for a walk to get some coffee, do you want me to bring you some tea home?” y/n pokes their head into Quackitys streaming room. He lifts off his headphones from his head and turns to face his partner. “Yes please, amor. Come here first though,” he reaches his arms out and make grabby hands. They walk over to him and stands in between his legs. “What’s up, darling?” they ask moving a piece of his hair that’s poking out from his beanie. “Just missed you, been so busy I feel like we never have time for each other anymore.” He grabs the back of y/n’s waist and pulls them in a bit, so his face is resting on their chest, kind of awkwardly hugging for y/n but to Quackity its as comfortable as ever.

“Hun? I have to go if I want to make it before the bunch rush. I will back in 30 minutes tops,” they say kissing the top of his head and pulling away, much to Quackitys dismay. “Be quick,” He yells softly as they walk out of his room. A soft ‘yep’ is all he hears before the front door clicks closed.

The coffee shop y/n is going to has an attached flower shop to it that they always admired, and so did Quackity. They always come here together at least once a fortnight to have bunch or just coffee and tea for Quackity. They have never bought flowers from the shop, for no reason just always admiring them instead. But today y/n thought they’d buy some after they get the drinks.

After ordering the drinks they walk around to the flower shop part and look for a beautiful bunch of sunflowers to gift to Quackity. There is a vibrant bouquet in the fair corner of the shop with a ray of sun shining through a window onto it. They walk up to it to see it better and make sure it smells as beautiful as it looks. As suspected it does and y/n grabs it, making their way up to the counter.

“Just these, thank you,” they smile at the old lady behind the counter who begins to trim the excess stem. “Lovey choice, not many people buy sunflowers, but they are so beautiful and personally I think they are elegant,” the sweet old lady grins at y/n and wraps the bottom of the flowers in pink paper. “Well sunflowers are my boyfriend’s favourite flower, and he is working so hard at the moment I couldn’t resist buying them,” y/ns lit up at the thought of their boyfriend and his reaction to the gift. “He will love these, it’s just $12.50,” they tap their card and go to get their drinks that were ready just as they walk over.

“Darling I am home!” y/n calls through the house struggling to get everything through the door without dropping it. “I am in here,” Quackity calls from his streaming room. “I got you something,” they say pushing his door open. “Oh shit, you have some much stuff here let me help you, amor,” Quackity takes the drinks from them and looks confusingly at the flowers.

“You bought yourself flowers? You like smokey dahlia not sunflowers?” Quackity looks at y/n still confused. “They are for you!” they push the flowers toward him grinning like a manic. “You brought me flowers?” Quackity whispers astonished. “Of course,” y/n laughs. “No one has ever done this for me,” his eyes begin to water. He loves y/n for this he is in love with y/n for this. “I’m falling in love with you,” Quackity bursts into tears clutching onto y/n like his life depends on it. “I’ve been in love with you for ages, Alex,” y/n replies whispering. “Also, you’re crushing your flowers,” they laugh. His flowers, his y/n.

[julibeeline]

sry got hw 📱📞 [quackity text fic] part 2

[cc!quackity x cc!reader x cc!gnf]

read part one

[batwritings]

Can I get a little drop of angst for a quackity(or anyone) x GN reader? Where the reader is usually really playful and a jokester but they’re having a bad day, so quackity is trying to joke around but they readers just like “I’m really- just not in the mood today.” And quackity cheers them up or something?

*flashbacks to the Las Nevadas finale where I almost cried* Y-yep! ; w ; One order of angst, coming up! Enjoy~!

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Part of you felt bad for not smiling at all of Quackity's jokes today. He was pulling them out left and right, trying to really get a rise out of you. Usually, you adored his jokes, making them right back if not pulling them out harder. But today was just...not one of those days.

"Sorry Q," you sighed, getting up from the meeting table. "I'm just...I'm just really not in the mood today." You walked off without an explanation. Quackity was usually really good about not needing an explanation for these kinds of moments, but this was just...so off for you. He knew something wasn't right.

He found you on the game floor, mindlessly tinkering with one of the slot machines. "Hey," the duck hybrid said as he approached. "Take a walk with me." You met his gaze, his one good eye boring into you. You could tell you wouldn't be able to just walk out of this one. With a sigh, you pulled yourself to a stand and gestured for him to lead the way.

The place Quackity brought you to was unfamiliar. Not far from Las Nevadas, but certainly off the map enough that you weren't sure Slime even knew where this was. He sat in the grass, ushering you to sit beside him.

Ahead of the two of you, the sun was setting for the day, bathing your surroundings in beautiful shades of pink and orange. "This is where I come when I need to think," Quackity explained softly. "It's not far from home, but far enough where I won't be bothered." You hummed in response, still not entirely sure why you were brought here, but appreciating your boss' effort.

"So what's been digging at you today?" The hybrid asked bluntly as he lit a cigarette. "You're not your chipper self. Something happen?"

You bit your lip as a flood of emotion hit you like a massive weight. "It's nothing," you answered despondently.

"Bullshit," the man answered, not missing a beat. "I know you Y/N. You love my jokes. Talk to me, what's going on?"

Like a dam breaking, the flood gates opened. Everything that had led up to your terrible feeling came rushing out, mixing with tears and little hiccups. Quackity sat quietly and listened intently. He was surprised at how much you'd been letting sit pent up all this time, no wonder you'd been having such a shit day.

When you were done, sniffling softly, the owner of Las Nevadas did something you rarely saw. He pulled you in for a tight hug, free hand petting your head softly. "Good job letting that out," he praised, putting out his cigarette. "Don't let that shit dwell and pile up in the future."

He pulled back, hands on your shoulders. "You, me, and Slime. We're the future of Las Nevadas. That's a lot for anyone to take in. Don't be afraid to come back here and let that out okay? Promise me that."

You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes with your dress shirt sleeve, but nod. "I won't," you swore with another sniff.

Quackity chuckled, patting your head once more. "Good," he said plainly. "We'll stay here as long as you need, okay?" A small smile finally found your face for the first time that day.

"Thanks Q, thanks."

[ratatoast]

if you really think about it, c!quackity was smart not to let c!wilbur in.

I mean, if we apply the cc's views on /r c!tntduo onto the characters, quackity has always been more invested in their relationship than wilbur.

and q was (still is) in quite a fragile state mentally, seeking stability by making connections without rly ... making connections.

so when wilbur asked to join las nevadas and started going on abt working with q, and being his servant (fruity behaviour btw), quackity chose being careful and logical instead of letting his heart dictate his actions.

and looking back on it now, good for him. he's been abandoned and tossed to the side by everyone he truly cared for (including wilbur when he blew up l'manberg), so he truly doesn't need that to happen again. and it would've happened again, if he had decided to trust wilbur.

I'm not saying that when he eventually finds out abt wilbur having moved to utah, he won't be upset, but at least he won't be as heartbroken as he would've been if he hadn't kept his distance.