But Like You're Tommy Cause You Kinda Brought Us All Together And Are Arguably The Most Famous One Lmaooo

but like you're Tommy cause you kinda brought us all together and are arguably the most famous one lmaooo Arielle has Tubbo's chaotic but also kinda chill vibes and I have convince some of my followers that I'm a cryptic and I'd like to keep it that way

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I KNOW U DID NOT JUST CALL ME FAMOUS LMFAOOO

playlists [quackity]

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: late night drives with quackity ft some special tunes

wc: 1.2k

a/n: its my bday so i wanted to post this <3 but also i dont have time to edit it so sorry if it's not my best work :)

tw: swearing, + just super fluffy!!

‘what are you doing right now?’

the text illuminated your screen, and you sighed. glancing at the clock, you read the time to be half past two in the morning. you groaned, typing back a quick response.

‘i’m in bed alex, what the fuck? it’s two thirty in the morning.’

you watched as he typed and deleted a few times, setting your phone down and glancing back at your laptop, mindlessly playing a random comedy movie you’d selected until your phone buzzed once more.

‘wanna go for a drive?’

of course, he knew how you adored late night drives and couldn’t possibly refuse them. so with a sigh, you told him yes and hauled yourself from the comfort of your mattress, slipping on the nearest hoodie and pair of sweatpants and waiting by your front door.

‘here!’

you made your way down the driveway, opening his car door and sliding in with an exaggerated huff of annoyance. he laughed, shaking his head softly at your childish actions.

“hello to you too.” he chuckled, shifting gears and pulling out onto the road. you grumbled a response, but couldn’t help the smile gracing your features as you peered out the window and watched the city pass by.

he reached over, fumbling momentarily until a soft tune began to play from his car speakers. he adjusted the volume so it was loud enough to be heard, but also quiet enough that you could talk over it should you wish to.

the thing about a relationship like yours was that you didn’t need to constantly be saying or doing something. spending time together was more than enough. sitting in his car, music down low and a blissful silence overtaking you both, you felt at peace.

“thank you.” you mumbled, tiredly. he flashed you a genuine smile, before it morphed into a playful grin.

“for what?” he asked, peeking your way. you shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes.

“for taking me out tonight.” you mumbled, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

“you would be sleeping right now, it’s almost like you should’ve listened to me in the first place.” he teased, and you sighed dramatically.

“i guess you just know me better than i know myself.” you pouted, smiling despite yourself. though lighthearted, there was truth to your statement. he was your soulmate. you don’t know what you would’ve done in a life without him. you didn’t want to imagine it.

you hadn’t even noticed how quiet he had fallen either. he pondered your words deeply, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering hard. even after all the time spent together, you still threw his heart into overdrive.

in an attempt to distract himself from the pounding in his chest, he began quietly humming along to the familiar tune echoing through his car.

you were pulled from your fond thoughts when you heard the low vibrations of his voice, and only then did you realize he was playing one of your favourite songs, one you’d happened to recommend to him recently.

“hey, you listened to it.” you muttered in awe, and he glanced at you, arching his brow in question.

“of course i listened to it, why wouldn’t i?” he asked, curiously.

“i don’t know, i guess i just didn’t expect you to like it or something.” you rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly embarrassed.

“i’d listen to anything if it meant seeing you smile.” he mumbled, and heat rose to your cheeks instantly.

“shut up, oh my god!” you pouted, shoving his shoulder lightly and sparking a laugh from your boyfriend.

he chuckled at you. god, were you cute. “but seriously. i listen to everything you recommend. i love your taste in music.” he admitted, and you smiled, touched.

“really?” you asked, hopefully. he nodded, gesturing for you to check his phone. you did so, typing in his password and unlocking his phone.

it was left open on the music app, where a playlist was being displayed. y/n’s recommendations, it read. you smiled brightly, feeling heat creeping up your cheeks.

“y/n’s recommendations, how original of you.” you teased, but one glance your way and he could read your flattery like a book.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” he mumbled, teasingly.

you listened through the playlist for a short while longer, manually picking the songs you felt like listening to when you stumbled upon a playlist called w.i.p.

“whats this? whip?” you asked, and alex tensed, laughing nervously.

“uh, nothing. just a playlist im making. w.i.p stands for work in progress.” he explained. his sudden discomfort did not go unnoticed by you, and you frowned.

“are you okay?” you asked, gently. he sighed, pondering for a moment and then nodded.

“you can put it on, if you want. the playlist, i mean.” he muttered quietly, almost so you couldn’t hear him. you did, however, and agreed, putting the playlist on shuffle.

you listened intently, trying to figure out why he was so tense and instead found yourself subconsciously bopping your head to the beat.

“wow, this song is amazing!” you exclaimed, quick to check his phone to mark the name of the song and save it into your own music library.

“yeah?” he questioned, waiting with baited breath for your response. you could tell how nervous he really was as you watched his fingers tap anxiously against the wheel.

you reached over, gently grabbing one of his hands and squeezing it before allowing him to replace it on the wheel. “yeah.” you assured.

as the playlist progressed, you found yourself immersing further and further into the songs, fully soaking in the variation of music.

“this is one of the best playlists i’ve ever heard, and you’re telling me it’s not even done?” you asked, ludicrously. alex laughed sheepishly.

“i’m glad you like it.” he paused, sighing. “uh, i actually have a confession.”

you turned to him fully, smiling encouragingly as you waited. he swallowed, glancing at you quickly before returning his gaze to the road. “well, um, i was actually making that playlist for you. you give me such good music suggestions all of the time, i wanted to repay the favor and surprise you.”

a warm feeling swarmed in your chest, touched by his actions. you leaned over, gently placing a small kiss on his cheek and as the passing street lights shone down on you, you were given the perfect view of his reddened cheeks. “thank you. i love it.”

“i love you.” he replied, flashed you his signature smile.

“and i love you.” you mumbled, happily. “i’m really glad we did this tonight.” he hummed in agreement, his gaze flickering to meet your own every so often.

a comfortable silence fell over you once more, the playlist he made you continuing to leak from the vehicle’s speakers.

as you laid back in pure bliss, watching the dark roads pass, you realized you wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

and you couldn’t have asked for anything more.

twitter [punz]

pairing: punz x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: some unlikely events lead to you talking to your favourite streamer.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: for my fellow punz simps, because there is not enough content for him.

tw: swearing, as usual.

“who’s someone who inspired you to start streaming?” the familiar sound of the text to speech voice rang through your headset, catching your interest and attention.

“ooh, that’s a good one, chat! thank you for the dono!” you exclaimed, pausing to think and exaggerated the face of deep thought to alert your audience you weren’t ignoring the question.

currently, you were doing a chill q&a stream while playing a game of unranked valorant, mainly just so the viewers had something to look at. though the game was usually quite fast paced, it was a nice contrast to the questions running through your donations, making for an all-around entertaining stream.

the stream itself had been going fairly smoothly, you having been getting a mix of both personal and random questions, from your pizza toppings of choice to your current relationship status. having a question related to you and your personal life that didn’t involved anything romantic was a nice change.

“if i had to pick one person, i think i’d say punz.” you replied, honestly. “i watch his streams all the time, valorant especially. he’s really good, and he’s taught me alot about the game just from his plays! i’d love to play with him sometime, what a dream that would be..” you commented, absentmindedly shooting down another player of the opposing team.

in retrospect, you should’ve picked your words more carefully to avoid the inevitable. you had been a streamer long enough and had accumulated enough of a following that you had to be cautious of what you said for the fear of things being taken completely out of context.

as the round came to a close, you answered a few questions before you ended your stream, bidding your chat goodnight. you saw a few chats mentioning twitter, but you chose not to mention it and instead opened the app only after hitting the end stream button.

imagine your surprise when you saw your name trending. only it wasn’t just your name.

it was punz’s name too.

trending: y/n and punz

twitch streamer y/n l/n talks about fellow streamer punz when asked which creator inspired their own streams. their fans are asking to see a collaboration between the two.

you sighed, running a hand over your face in embarrassment. you clicked on the trend hesitantly, frowning as you scrolled through the endless amount of tweets tagging punz to connect with you, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you saw more than a couple ‘shipping’ comments, and what your combined name would be.

despite you being in the same community of streamers, you weren’t nearly as big as punz. you’d never talked, nor interacted. he killed you once in a minecraft monday event, but that’s about as far as that went. now he was practically being harassed by his and your own fans to stoop to your level and stream with you? you could only hope he didn’t use twitter that often and didn’t see any of it.

you really should’ve known better than to mention your desire to stream with him. in your defence, you’d never trended anything from your own fanbase, it simply wasn’t that big. punz’s viewers must’ve caught wind of a clip of you saying it though, and made it as big as it was. even goes as far as shipping the two of you.

there was a very good possibility if he’d see that trend, he’d have no idea who you are. which was even worse.

you turned off your phone with a sigh, glancing at the clock and deciding to call it a night. turning off all your devices, you left to prepare for bed, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was currently happening online.

when you awoke the next morning, you grabbed your phone only to do a double take at the sheer amount of notifications you had on the screen. “what the hell?” you muttered, squinting your eyes against the bright screen.

most being from twitter, you instantly opened the app and saw your notifications absolutely blown up. if you’d thought the tweets were bad yesterday, you were completely mistaken. you had well over a thousand tagged tweets now, your twitter lagging so bad you couldn’t even scroll through the notification tab.

you suddenly wished you had turned on filtered notifications so you only got notified when someone you follow tagged you in tweets, and resented everyone who had a verified tab because right now you didn’t and you were suffering for it.

despite the lag, you managed to click on one of the most recent replies, tensing when it loaded and you noticed it was a reply to punz. you swallowed harshly, opening the tweet with a nervous frown.

Punz tweeted:

‘who’s y/n?’

you wanted to die of embarrassment right then and there. you almost deleted the app, but curiosity got the best of you and you clicked on the original tweet, wanting to see some of the replies that were undoubtedly breaking your notifications tab at the moment.

however you paused once you noticed punz had replied to the tweet himself, opting to click on it instead.

Punz replied:

‘@.y/n dms!’

your heart sped up at the sight, hesitantly clicking his profile and nearly passing out at the ‘follows you’ next to his twitter handle. you sucked in a breath, quickly clicking the dms button and seeing a message from him sent a few hours ago.

"yo, i wanted to apologize for this whole situation! my fans tend to get over-excited about interactions with other creators. super flattered that i could inspire you tho! i checked out your twitch and you seem cool - we should queue together in valorant sometime"

you blinked once, twice. you squealed in excitement, allowing yourself to get it out of your system. one of your biggest twitch inspirations had just invited you to play your favorite game with him. you sucked in a shaky breath before grabbing your phone to type out a reply.

"no need to apologize! if anything i should be sorry! i shouldn’t have mentioned wanting to stream with you - i didn’t think they’d all spam you."

"and i’d be down for val anytime, here’s my discord tag! just message me whenever you want to play :)"

it felt like a long shot, despite him offering first. he had probably only done it to make you feel better about the whole situation. chances were he wouldn’t even see it, he had messaged you hours ago. following you was probably to settle down the fans, too.

how wrong you were, because not even a minute later, he responded.

"it’s all good, they tend to blow things out of proportion more often than you’d think, i’m used to it."

"oh, and i’ll add you now :]"

you waited for the notification to come in from discord, clicking it and accepting the pending friend request immediately.

you smiled, deciding to leave it at that for now. you went about your morning, forcing yourself to get ready for a stream later that day. you hadn’t decided what you play yet, so you put up a poll on twitter.

‘what do you want to see me stream today?’, with the options being valorant, minecraft, just chatting or a new game. you set it for an hour, putting down your phone and heading to the bathroom to shower.

when you came back, you opened your phone to see another influx of notifications, opening your twitter once more to see punz had replied to your poll tweet.

Punz replied:

‘vote valorant!’

of course, with punz’s help valorant won with over 90% of the votes, and you smiled as you pulled up discord, shooting him another message.

"since you rigged my vote, i think it’s only fair that you play a few rounds with me."

you hesitated, wondering if you were being too forward too soon, but punz was a chill guy. you sent the message nonetheless, nerves bubbling in your stomach. minutes later you heard the familiar ping from discord.

"bet."

you smiled, quickly discussing amongst you when the best time to stream would be. you felt oddly comfortable joking with punz, him even throwing in some shipping jokes here and there.

this was going to be fun.

and sure, maybe you meant the upcoming valorant stream, but you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time you and punz streamed together either, much less the last time you spoke.

!!!!

also i should point out that i don’t prioritize requests, i write things when i get inspiration for them so if you request something just know it may not be written immediately :)

can we just agree that kait, mushroom, and Arielle are like the bench trio cause that's been running through my head all day

LOL ayo??? who’s who 😳 @blanknamed @mcytmushroom

chapter 3 [a tale as old as time]

chapter 3: destiny calls

“barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly.” -mrs. potts

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you ran as fast as you could, occasionally glancing back in fears of seeing the beast trailing behind you. nothing but empty corridors and locked doors surrounded you, an echo of his menacing growl ricocheting off the crumbling walls. you had to keep running.

you turned left, right, left again. it was safe to say you were completely lost in the monstrous castle. had you already passed that shredded portrait, or was it simply one of thousands among the building? you couldn’t tell.

you were close to giving up, breath heavy as you finally spotted an open door among all the closed ones. you pushed yourself harder, sliding inside and slamming the door shut behind you. you heard distinct pounding on the door, and the infamous growl of the monster you were trying so desperately to escape.

you backed away from the door, freezing as you heard a soft voice echo. strangely enough, it didn’t sound like it was coming from anywhere around you. it sounded as though it was coming from inside your head, like your subconscious had developed a voice and began speaking to you.

“y/n..” it called once more, tearing your attention away from the door. your name was repeated over and over, gradually getting louder, and you darted your eyes around the room in a desperate attempt to find its source, evidently finding nothing.

the room was dark, the furniture hardly visible in the dim moonlight streaming in through the glass windows. your eyes finally fell on a small pedestal next to the balcony doors, squinting in an attempt to see it better. it was entrancing, and you felt drawn to it immediately.

your next moves were magnetic. the howls of the beast outside the door were drowned out, your focus set as you advanced towards the object. as you approached, you suddenly noted the glass case perched on the pedestal. inside stood a beautiful object, floating gracefully in its confined space. it looked completely out of place, much like yourself.

a single rose laid before you, but it was one unlike anything you’d ever seen. ruby red petals that sparkled and glowed sat before you, giving off a beautiful red hue that drowned the flower in an aura of importance.

what caught your eye, however, was the pile of lifeless, shriveled petals sitting on the platform. they shared the same ruby tint, but no glow was to be found. they looked like simple rose petals.

for some reason it left a sick feeling in your stomach.

“you can save them all.” the voice spoke suddenly. your gaze stayed trained on the glowing object in front of you, unable to tear yourself away. had someone walked in, they may have thought you were speaking to the flower itself. maybe subconsciously, you were.

“save who?” you whispered.

“lumiere, cogsworth, and plumette.. even technoblade. you can save them all. it is your destiny, my dear.”

“but how? my destiny? i’m just a prisoner-” you asked, far past the point of caring about where the voice came from. now, you wanted answers.

“only time will tell. and unfortunately, our time is up. i must go. do not forget what i’ve told you, child. you’re their only hope.”

“wait!” you called, panicked. “wait, what do i need to do?”

you gasped, shooting awake with a start. throwing a hand over your racing heart, you closed your eyes and tried to calm your breathing. “it was all just a dream.” you muttered, relieved.

“what was a dream, dear?” a familiar voice called, and you turned to see the wardrobe, making out a face of concern in her features. you screamed, quickly stopping once she placed her arms over the place her ears once were. “why are you screaming?!” she asked, frantically.

you sat frozen, mind running a mile a minute. finally your reality came crashing down on you: you were still a prisoner in the beast’s castle. you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face and brushing off your fear. “sorry, madame.” you muttered sheepishly.

“you’re their only hope.”

you glanced at madame, watching as she occupied herself with tossing clothes every which way. as much as you wanted to brush it off as a bad dream, something about it felt far too real.

indulging yourself momentarily, you wondered what that could possibly mean, for them and for you.

it hadn’t really occurred to you before, too in shock of being held captive and saving your father, but now curiosity had slipped its way into your mind. what had really happened here?

a part of you wanted to ask, but the door flew open, effectively cutting off your train of thought. you looked in shock, mouth parted and eyes wide as you saw lumiere and cogsworth standing in the door frame, out of breath and panicked.

“we heard a scream!” lumiere huffed, looking around in fear. when he deduced there was no threat, he turned to you, seeing you still in bed. if candelabras could blush, you were sure he’d have turned bright red. “oh! my apologies, uh, we’ll just go now!” he stumbled, shoving cogsworth and pulling the door closed behind him.

“how rude! i’ll have to tell plumette to have a word with him about knocking.” madam hummed, shaking her head in disapproval. “anyways, let’s get you dressed, shall we?”

“oh, you don’t have to do that-” you tried, but she tsked.

“you will not be wearing the same clothes as when you arrived. they’re filthy! please, i insist. plus, i haven’t had the chance to dress anyone in ages!” she pleaded. you sighed in defeat, moving from the warmth of the bed to standing in front of her. “how do you-” you started, but were quickly surprised as she flung open her drawers and began rummaging through, clothes being thrown every which way in the blink of an eye.

she held a variety of different clothes in front of you, testing them out before either putting them in a pile of ‘potential yes’ or a pile of ‘definitely no’s. you were told to try some on, and finally she had settled on an outfit probably an hour later.

by the end you were far too exhausted and starving to care what you were given. you wordlessly slipped on the clothes she offered, moving to glance at your appearance in the mirror.

you had to admit, she definitely knew a thing or two about style. had it not been for your messy hair and the dark bags under your eyes, you might’ve actually looked like you belonged in the castle.

your stomach growled, berating you for not feeding it and you sighed, making your way towards the door. “where are you going?” madame asked, curiously. you opened the door and peered out into the silent hallway.

“i’m hungry, and i don’t see anyone rushing to bring food up here, so i’d like to go get some.” you shrugged. she gave you a disapproving look, but gave in nonetheless.

“if you insist..” she sighed, proceeding to give detailed instructions. you listened intently. a shiver ran down your spine at the idea of getting lost in this huge castle. your mind flickered back to your dream, but you shook it off, not wanting to think into it any more.

“it is your destiny.”

as you descended the stairs, you caught the attention of your earlier intruders. “what- what are you doing out of your room?” cogsworth asked, voice laced with panic. you gave him a ludicrous look, rolling your eyes.

“stop worrying so much! i’m just going to get something to eat.” you replied sarcastically, hardly sparing them another glance as you followed directions as instructed.

“but you can’t! not now, especially!” lumiere chimed, their small figures desperately trying to keep up with your large strides.

“yeah? and why not?” you sassed, and before you could question further, a loud growl emitted from a few doors down. you tensed, noting how scarily accurate your dream really had been.

“i asked for a refill! where is it?” techno’s raging voice rang through the halls. “is it really that hard to fetch me a drink?” you heard further grumbling, probably him berating a staff member personally.

your mind ran blank and a wave of mixed emotions washed over you. disgust, anger and shock blended into a dangerous fury of overwhelm. your body moved faster than your mind, and before you knew it you were slamming open the doors to the dining hall.

techno’s head shot up in shock, quickly turning to anger at his interrupted meal. the sight of you only seemed to amplify that anger. he opened his mouth to berate you, but you were quicker, and debatably in that moment, you were angrier than he was.

“how dare you speak to your staff like that?” you screamed, effectively silencing technoblade. whatever he was expecting you to say, it was far from that. “do you have any idea how hard they work for you? they may not be human, but you could at least treat them like they are!”

he said nothing. as the adrenaline calmed and your body began to relax, warning sirens began to blare in your mind. you’d just yelled at a beast who held you captive in a cursed castle.

as you simply stared at his perfectly postured figure, unmoving and expressionless, you suddenly didn’t feel quite so heroic.

then he stood, his chair carelessly scraping against the polished wood flooring. you swallowed heavily as he approached you, until his frame was towering over your own. you kept the best brave face you could manage, though you really weren’t sure how convincing it was. through his skull mask, you made out blood red eyes boring into your own. your gaze never faltered.

finally he leaned back, a barely visible smirk tugging at his lips, hidden behind the tusks and bone mask. he seemed almost satisfied. his next question took you completely off guard. “how would you treat them, then?”

you blinked once, twice. you repeated his words in your head, as though it was a foreign language you were trying to decode. his tone was meant to be intimidating, you were sure, although it didn’t come off as so. it was almost.. curious.

“well?” he questioned, straightening his back and showing his true height. you cleared your throat. you felt small under his gaze, and not just because of the height difference.

“i’d start by saying please.” you mumbled, and his floppy ears perked, indicating he heard you. you felt heat rise to your cheeks, but stood your ground, straightening your back as he had.

“yeah?” he prompted, clearly amused. his sarcasm irked you, and a sudden spur of distaste rose up in you before you could stop it.

“yeah. you know, just because you look like a beast doesn’t mean you have to act like one!”

the room fell silent, all the workers halting their motions. you could hear a pin drop. you barely dared to breathe, much less leave the room, which realistically, is what you should’ve done.

you weren’t sure how long you stood there in the silence, likely a few minutes at most, but it felt like hours as you stood petrified, waiting for him to do something. anything.

“.. perhaps then you should show me how to treat my staff and to not ‘act like a beast’. you can show me at dinner, i'll see you then.” with that, he immediately left the room with a sweep of his cape, and the door slammed behind him.

the workers instantly began to light up, squealing excitedly about something you couldn’t quite understand. you could’ve sworn you heard the words ‘save us!’, but that could easily have been your mind playing tricks on you from the night prior. you weren’t really listening, anyways.

you were focused on the fact you weren’t just torn to shreds. and rather, that you were invited to dinner with the man - the monster - holding you captive. part of you was scared, but the other part.. simply wasn’t.

you were pulled from your state of shock by a gentle tugging on your clothes. you looked down to see a small teacup beaming up at you, jumping up and down excitedly.

“hi! i’m chip! can i get you something to eat? please?” he asked, smiling brightly. you noted how young he sounded, and fought the urge to frown. instead you smiled politely, nodding and allowing him to show you to a seat and for the staff to bring you a simple breakfast.

you ate quickly, desperate to get somewhere quiet to process everything without the commotion from the staff. they seemed extra willing to help you, as though they knew something you didn’t. you brushed it off as them being grateful for standing up for you.

you placed down your cutlery, thanking each of them and dismissing yourself, eager to finish and head back to your room.

in your frantic rush, you failed to notice a shriveled rose petal sitting idly next to technoblade’s abandoned plate.

a shriveled rose petal that happened to look exactly like the one from your dream.

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