Favourite Boy ; Karl Jacobs

favourite boy ; karl jacobs

pronouns: they/them summary: karl’s simping for y/n and it’s obvious. requested: yes a/n: he is literally my favourite boy <3 tw: none :) wc: 0.7k

"hello?"

"karl!" y/n's happy voice was heard from the other side of the vc. "thank god you're here! quackity is bullying me!"

karl's cheeks heated up at the sound of their voice, it was his favourite sound of all time. "how dare he! what is he doing?!"

y/n's minecraft character hit alex's as he laughed. "he keeps killing my chickens!"

"you have so many, y/n! it's crazy!" alex continued to laugh as karl pulled out his diamond sword and repeatedly hit him until his character fell to the floor, his items scattered around him. "ka- karl!"

quackity was slain by karljacobs

"about time he left!" y/n sighed, as they lightly chuckled.

"i didn't leave on purpose! i was murdered by karl 'the simp' jacobs!" quackity's laughter only got louder and louder.

"i'm not- shut up." karl muttered, helping y/n get some of their chickens back into their farm.

y/n's character walks away around a corner and quickly runs back to karl. "for you." y/n drops a pink flower in front of him as he immediately picks it up.

"awww!" karl coos, his cheeks heating up at the simple, but sweet gesture. "thank you!"

"it's no problem." y/n giggled, circling karl. "it's for saving me from big bad q."

"trust me, i took joy in killing him." karl smirks as alex's character came running back, picking up all his stuff.

quackity didn't say anything, but he instead continuously hit karl, attempting to kill him and he tried his best to defend himself. y/n stepped in as they realised that alex had the upper hand. they got their sword and after a few hits, alex dies once again. "goddamn it! y/n! i had him!"

"exactly! i can't have you killing my favourite boy." y/n said, as karl let out a beaming smile at their response.

"wait..." karl leans closer to the microphone. "i'm your favourite boy?"

quackity scoffed as y/n moved their minecraft character closer to his. "shut it, alex. you're just jealous that you're my second favourite boy."

"damn," alex clapped his hands together. "i didn't think i was that high! get in!"

"don't let it get to your head," y/n murmurs, "i still prefer karl."

karl moved around in his seat in pure joy, "you're my favourite, y/n. you're my favourite."

"yay!" y/n cheered, sounding like a kid in a candy store.

"you're both simping so hard for each other, get a room." alex picks up his stuff again and walks away instead of attacking karl and/or y/n. the two stay silent, contemplating if what quackity was saying was true or not. could the other feel the same way?

. . .

the three continued playing the game off stream, sapnap and dream occasionally joining in. alex went off into a cave as karl went to get some supplies for y/n's new house since tommy recently burnt theirs down. after a few hours, one by one, everyone left the game, until karl and y/n were the only two left on the dream smp.

"hey, y/n." karl spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. they hummed in response. "thank you for the flower, it may have just been a flower, but to me, it means a lot. i love it."

y/n smiled, "hey, no worries. i'm glad you loved it, karl."

"when, um-" karl cleared his throat. "when are you going to be online again?"

"tomorrow, you can't get rid of me that easily, jacobs." y/n said softly, a light laugh at the end of their sentence.

"cool, cool," karl chuckled, "um, we should play again together sometime, like, just us two."

"like a minecraft date?" y/n said with a teasing tone. "or a real one?"

"um, either... both?" karl awkwardly said.

"i think that sounds amazing. a date with my favourite boy... sounds like a dream come true."

make-up ; georgenotfound

pronouns: they/them summary: george wants to wear make-up, but he's too shy to ask. requested: yes a/n: this might be my favourite thing i've written, this literally made my heart go whoosh, i love him <3 tw: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF wc: 0.9k

george was always fascinated with the idea of make-up. every morning he would just sit there and watch you put it on your already flawless face, but never had the courage to ask you to do it for him. he thought it was silly and the guys would tease him, but you could tell that there was something on gogy's mind.

it was a sunday morning and neither of you had anywhere to go, and george didn't need to stream for another couple of hours. you were once again sitting at your desk in your shared bedroom, finishing up on your make-up as george looked intensely at what you were doing.

"you okay, georgie?" you broke the silence, making george snap out of his daze. he just hummed in response. "you sure? you can tell me anything, i hope you know that."

you move away from the desk and sat next to george on the bed as he looked down at his lap. "i just like when you do your make-up."

you stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking between your make-up they lay messily over your desk to your boyfriend before speaking up, "d'you want me to do your make-up for you?"

george's cheeks heated up in embarrassment before he sheepishly nodded.

you quickly jumped up from the bed and sat back on the chair and patted your lap, gesturing for him to sit. he smiled at your eagerness and did as he was told. it was a slightly awkwardly position but it didn't bother either of you.

"lets start with the basics-" you pulled out numerous different pallets. "what colour eye shadow do you want?"

gogy opened and looked in each pallet before settling a baby blue. "this one."

"i was hoping you would pick that one." you smile as you grab the brush. "now close your eyes, love."

a series of giggles escape george's mouth as the brush tickles his eye lid. "i know you're super cute, but i need you to stay still!"

after you put the brush down, george turns to pick up the mirror. "we're not done yet!"

"really?" george turns his head to the side. "i thought- you're going to keep going?"

"if you like." to which george rapidly nods his head. "onwards then. now, this is the hardest part, especially since you can't stay still for your life."

"oh god." he watched as you picked up the liquid eye liner.

"if you don't want to, that's cool-" george takes hold of your wrist as you move to put it down.

"i want it, i want to be pretty like you." george mutters making your heart flutter.

"georgie, you're the prettiest boy in all the land." you give him a kiss on the nose before lightly grasping his jaw, making him stay still. "don't. move."

it was a struggle since george wouldn't stop flinching and giggling, but eventually he had the eye liner on, and did he look adorable. the mascara was a bit easier, but it was still hard since, well, he's george for heaven's sake, he can't sit still for two seconds.

"okay, this next two steps are the easiest." you rub your left hand up and down his thigh as you pick up a small metal container and an extremely fluffy brush. "blush!"

"ooooooh." he closed his eyes as the brush stroked his soft cheek, "i like that."

"thought you would." you chuckle as you admire your boyfriend. "it's my favourite part by far."

the sensation was soon over as he pouted.

"don't worry, pretty boy. we're nearly done." you look through the tubes. "now, which lip gloss do you want?"

george looked deep in thought as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "i think i want the shade you have on." he leaned forward and captured your soft, pink lips. the kiss didn't last long, but it was perfect.

"well," you said in a daze. "you could've just said so."

you opened your eyes to see that george indeed had a faint trace of your lip gloss on his lips. he looked perfect.

"you ready to see, gogy?" you held onto the mirror, ready to show him.

he looked nervous, even though he knew he looked amazing, it was still a new experience, he had never wore make-up before. he nodded his head as you spun the mirror around so he could see himself.

"wow." he took hold of the mirror. "i look good."

"that's the understatement of the century. i think i made you look pretty hot, gogy. hotter than usual."

his cheeks heated up, contrasting the light blush on his cheeks. "thank you, baby."

"anytime, and if you ever want me to do it again- or, if you want me to teach you to do it yourself, i'm here." you caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

"i might stream like this." george rested his head on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his torso.

"you up for that?" you smiled down at him.

"yeah. yeah, i am." he confidently said. "i think dream and sapnap would be pretty jealous, don't you think?"

"oh, most definitely."

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the desk ; tommyinnit

pronouns: they/them summary: y/n has a conversation with a stranger on their desk. requested: no a/n: this is intended to be platonic, but to each there own ig + a lot of skips tw: mentions of death, slight angst at the end wc: 1k

life was a bore. y/n had no friends, average grades, and a low-paying little job at a nearby café. they couldn’t wait for their final year of high school to be over so they could really start living.

y/n looked at their wooden desk, not bothering to pay attention to their geography teacher. faded markings littered the frame as they traced their index finger over them, but something really stood out to them.

the words ‘i’m bored’ was etched in with the sharp end of a compass. it looked new. y/n chuckled at the statement. simple, but true. they looked up to make sure that no one was looking in their direction as they slipped their compass out of their blazer pocket and began to sketch in a respond.

‘same’

the second they finished, they quickly put the compass back into their pocket. luckily, no one bothered to look their way. they inaudibly sigh to themselves. what was the point in that? no one was obviously going to respond.

the week continued on like usual, y/n didn’t spare another thought about the little conversation on their geography desk, well, until they sat back down in their seat and saw a respond.

‘glad we agree :)’

 y/n laughed lightly, bringing out their compass once again and began contemplating what they wanted to write.

they settled on ‘not a fan of geog either?’ before sitting up and listening to the lecture for the next hour.

y/n began to find themselves looking forward to geography, just because they were curious on who the mysterious person was on the other side of the conversation. it was sad really, y/n considered this stranger to be their friend at this point. their only friend. and they hadn’t even met them! so that’s when y/n decided that they were going to meet this person, and nothing was going to get in their way.

fortunately the next lesson rolled on quickly as y/n pretty much ran into the lesson, earning a smile from their teacher who was convinced they were excited to learn, but that wasn’t case.

they peered at their desk as they sat down, other students walking into the classroom, not bothering to look y/n’s way.

a new message was written underneath y/n’s question.

‘hate it. i assume u do too’

y/n didn’t want to seem too straight forward, but at the same time, they didn’t know how else to put it.

‘who are you?’

the weekend eventually came and for the first time in forever, y/n didn’t want to go home. for the entirety of the two days, y/n sat there thinking about who it could and couldn’t be. they had geography... but most students did, but they had it at a different time, so they were in a completely different class, maybe even year group. that’s pretty much all they knew, so in conclusion, they were stumped.

monday morning finally arose as y/n rode their bike to school. they had geography first period much to their delight.

they walked into the almost empty classroom to see their teacher at his desk. “ah, y/n, see that you’re here early again, enjoying geography are we?” mr. simons looked up at the teen through his glasses.

“er, yeah.” y/n nodded, speed walking down to their desk, and looked down to see a single word engraved, or as they should say- name.

‘tommy’

 y/n didn’t know anyone called tommy, or even thomas for that matter. it was fairly small school and she was almost completely certain no one had that name.

“hey, mr. simons...” y/n began, walking closer to the front desk. “is there anyone called tommy you teach?”

mr. simons leant back in his chair and bit his lower lip in though, “nope, i don’t know a tommy.”

“a thomas?” y/n questioned.

“no, sorry, kiddo.” he said, standing up and walking closer towards y/n. “why’d you want to know? is he someone you know, or something?”

“uh, no, i was just-” y/n looked down before continuing. “someone said their name was tommy. it’s written on my desk-″

before they could finish, mr. simons chuckled. “so, it was you who was writing on the desk! i though so.”

“um,” y/n wasn’t expecting to be caught. “i’m- i’m sorry, sir. i-”

“don’t worry about it, kid.” he smiled down at the student. “you’re not the first one to talk to tommy.”

“wait- i thought you didn’t know a tommy?” they raised an eyebrow. a million questions going through their head. “i’m confused.”

“tommy,” mr. simons began, walking towards y/n’s desk, tracing his finger over the old conversations. “he was a student here centuries ago, long before i was even born. he used to sit right here.” y/n followed him to their desk and looked down.

there were so many conversations there, so many that y/n didn’t pick up on. they were all conversations between tommy and former students.

“he died in this seat, no one knows how, but the anniversary of his death was exactly a week ago. when he started talking to you, y/n.” mr. simons looked up to see y/n’s shocked face.

“how’s that even possible?”

y/n was talking to a dead boy all along...

“i guess the spirit of tommy will always live on.” there was something in mr. simons’ eye that scared y/n.

“mr. simons...”

“and now he will live on in you.”

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