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Dream SMP Reacting to a Witch!Hybrid

Pronouns: they/them

Includes: Dream, Quackity, Wilbur, qnd Tommy (PLATONIC)

Warnings: Meantion of drugs, swearing

A/N: This is based off of the canon characters and is set in the time of the Pogtopia/Manburg war!!! I might write a second part if this goes well. Also, this is the first thing I have written for this fandom, so I hope I get the character personalities correct. This is not beta read, so please don't attack me on my poor grammar skills. 😅

I hope you all enjoy!!! 💙

Dream

He was mining when he first met you

Dream heard a malicious cackle on the dark side of the cave and slowly drew his sword

He decided to charge towards the strange noise and was quickly met with an invisible body under him

He furrowed his brows and felt the body shuffle out from under him

"BEGONE STRANGE MAN"

"... excuse me?"

After a moment, Y/N's potion has worn off

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

Dream chuckled and put away his sword, deciding the person in front of him wasn't a threat

After Y/n calmed down, the two had a talk, explaining the situation

Turns out, you had thought of a joke while mining for redstone (hence the laughter)

"So where is your hat and huge nose? You are really attractive for a witch."

"Luckily, I got my attributes from my father. What was that last part?."

"Wait, what about your hat?"

"I haven't done laundry in a few days.... hold up did you just say I was attractive?"

Ever since then Dream has had you by his side partly because he is a little clingy creating potions for him and the rest of the dream team

"How do you feel about cursing children?"

"I'm not that kind of witch, Dream."

"But what if he was being a little blonde bitch?"

"DREAMWASTAKEN I SWEAR TO GOD-"

Loves bringing you stuff to use for your projects

Need blaze rods for a new brewing stand? Done.

Need lapis lazuli so you have a chance for better communication? Done.

Anything you want? Done.

He will literally go to the nether for a few hours and come back with his arms full of whatever you need

And if you don't need anything or just need to take a break, he'll spend the day taking you anywhere that he think you would be happiest

He has you make him a lot of potions, bragging to everyone on the server how much better at creating potions you are

"Y/n's potions last longer, are more effective, prettier-"

"Are you sure? I think-"

"Tell me what you think, I fuckin dare you >:( ."

Overall, he is your #1 supporter

Quackity

The day had been long, dealing with Schlatt definitely tires a guy out after 5 minutes

On his walk on the outskirts of the Manburg wall, he spotted a suspicious row of blaze powder leading to the woods

Dawning his armor and a sword, he followed the trail to a small hut

He could see the outline of someone in the hut nervously pacing around

Deciding what he thought was the best possible option, he knocked on the door of the hut

There was immediately the sound of glass bottles falling on the floor and muffled words

Soon, the door swung open to reveal a disheveled being with a nervous grin

And Quackity went from tough to awkward

"C-Can I help you with something?"

"Uh, do you waNT SOME DRUGS?"

"ExCuSe Me?!"

Everything was going to shit

After a moment of awkward staring, a glass bottle tumbled off the brewing stand

Upon focusing on what was going on behind the two people trying and failing to act normal, they both saw that every brewing stand was on fire

"ARE YOU ACTUALLY MAKING DRUGS?!"

"NO I'M JUST REALLY BAD AT THIS POTION."

Finally putting the fire out together, the two looked at their now soot stained clothes

The witch hybrid ran a hand through their hair and sighed

"Well this is completely ruined."

Quackity frowned a little hesitant to offer his help

"If you need to you could borrow some brewing stands-"

"Really? *-* "

On the walk back to Manburg, you explained who you were

Quackity was still a little confused

"Wait but what potion were you even brewing?"

"Fire resistance."

He immediately burst out laughing, which ended up with you slapping his arm repeatedly

Eventually, you two became the definition of the "friends to lovers" trope

You often helped him de-stress after stressful days in office with Schlatt

He'd try whatever you recommended

"I'd suggest putting quartz on your nightstand."

"Cool!"

Later that night, you forgot something at his house

Once you walked into his house, you could see stacks of quartz next to his bed.

He really trusted any advice you could give him

And on days where people would criticize you for being part witch?

Big Q will attack anyone

Even if he knows he will lose

And at random parts of the day he'll just tell you oddly inspirational thoughts

"You are a bad bitch, dare I say a bad witch. Own that shit."

"That is oddly motivational, thank you. :) "

Wilbur

The former president was strolling along the side of a river, trying to form a coherent plan of action

Upon noticing a person trudging out of the water fumbling with glass bottles, Wilbur jogged over to them and put a careful hand on their shoulder

"Are you okay?"

The person moved the soggy hat out of their face and smiled

"Yeah, I just fell in the water while trying to fill up some of the bottles, but thanks for checking on me!"

He hummed in response, wondering why he was already so interested in the being before him

"Well I should probably get going, but thank you!"

"Wait! What's you name?"

"It's Y/n, and you are..?"

"Wilbur Soot, it was an honor meeting you, Y/n."

This man spent the rest of the night thinking about you and who the hell you were

He didn't know much about the mysterious person, but he did know that they were one of the most alluring people he had met in a long time

It was weeks since he saw you, Wilbur nearly gave up searching

That was until you walked into him on a rainy day

The brunette immediately went in defensive position and pulled the stranger to his chest, despite the dampened clothes

"Um, Mr. Soot?"

He looked down to see you and his face lit up

"Y/n! It's a pleasure to see you again."

He took a small step back and kissed your hand

No one can convince me that Wilbur "Gentleman" Soot does not flirt by giving hand kisses

The two went into Pogtopia and Wilbur almost immediately wrapped his coat around you

"What were you doing out there? The rain is coming down so hard you must not have been able to see well."

"I was going to ask if I could borrow a few golden carrots for a potion I'm making."

Wilbur nodded and walked towards the stared and whisper shouted down

"TOMMY BRING ME SOME GOLDEN CARROTS!"

"BUT WILBUR, I-"

"PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF THE STUNNING WITCH!"

The boy at the bottom of the stairs grumbled and the tall man sat next to you once more

After a few minutes of Wilbur fawning over everything you did, a blonde male walked up the steps and glared at Wilbur as he handed you the carrots

"Simp..."

Wilbur dramatically gasped as you chuckled next to him

You eventually started coming over to Pogtopia practically every day

Most of the time it was to see Wilbur, but the rest of your time was spent creating potions for the war

As the nation grew, you were brought out of your shell more with Wilbur introducing you to everyone

He didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in a new place

You often walked along the same riverbank where you met

You have definitely pushed each other off a few times

He keeps small things that you enjoy on him at all times

He keeps a tiny bottle of sand from the river you met at, a piece of your old robe, and so much more in his pockets

Whenever he feels like he's in a dark place or justneeds to ground himself he takes out one of the items and just holds it close.

Mans is so in love

Tommy

He met you in the nether while you were farming netherwart

The blonde was thrilled to find a new fortress and decided to raid it before reinforcements came

Seeing a sleeping figure next to a bed of sould sand, he took a few congident steps forward

Once close enough, he poked you with the stick

"You good?"

"I was good when I was asleep."

"AYE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD SO-"

After arguing for what felt like hours, you both stormed off to find both exits being blocked by wither skeletons

Tommy had gotten beaten up pretty bad after the fight so you took him back to your hut to get all patched up

"I didn't even need your help. I'm tougher than I look."

"You legitimately passed out twice on the way here."

"HOW DARE YOU, I WAS RESTING MY EYES!"

After a few hours of healing and a ton of laighter, you two became the most chaotic duo in the smp

This british raccoon child would often steal small potions to pull pranks

But unless they were really important and you needed them back, you'd always join in on the pranks

He tried to get you to make a potion using the 'Tubbo Bath Water' one time

It did not end well

At the point in your friendship where you revealed you were a hybrid, Tommy was so confused

"That makes no sense, witches are still humans, right?"

"Yeah..?"

"So how does that make you a hybrid?"

👁👄👁

"Listen here you little shit-"

He likes to show you off to anyone that can listen

"You think you're special? HA! I have a best friend that is part witch and they will kick your ass. >:)"

He is really interested in everything you do but will never ask

But if you tell him about what you're doing unprovoked?

Tommy would get so happy

He is so excited to learn what you have to teach and would be one of the best friends ever

flights [quackity]

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: surprising your boyfriend ft sneaky karl

wc: 1.2k

a/n: inspired by quackity's stream & the wattpad writers who are putting all of us tumblr writers out of business.

tw: mentions of flying idk? a few swears as usual

you glanced nervously at the estimated arrival screen in front of you for the hundredth time, hoping endlessly that it would miraculously fast forward to you being in the arms of the love of your life. you just couldn’t wait.

when karl first mentioned he was flying quackity out to north carolina to film content again, you made a joke about crashing their reunion and surprising your boyfriend. it was a thoughtless idea, one that was meant to pass with the moment. karl, being the most spontaneous man you’d ever met, loved the idea. rather than letting it go, he booked you a flight himself right then and there. and so, here you were.

perhaps he was so willing because he was the one to unofficially set up you and quackity that he was so adamant on being there for your first time meeting. from the day you two had told him you were officially dating, he’d been trying to get you to meet. you should’ve known it would’ve gone like this, if you were being honest to yourself.

there was only one problem. you and karl were alex’s best friends, and go-to for daily calls. it was unbelievably hard to make plans behind his back. one wrong word, and he’d be onto you and all up in your business. as much as he’d deny it, your boyfriend was extremely curious, and that usually led to him being quite nosy.

finally though, the time had come, and you could stop being so tentative around him. instead, you would actually be able to see him, kiss him, to be in his arms. it was a real life fantasy.

you glanced out the window, watching the night sky with a dreamy look in your eyes, dancing over the bright city lights that illuminated the ground. there was something calming about the notion, and you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

you closed your eyes, putting on a soft playlist and losing yourself in your thoughts. you recounted some of your favourite memories with karl and quackity, whether it be the time they first brought you in for jackbox and you killed everyone in mad verse city, or the time the three of you stayed up on call by yourselves and had a competition to see who could stay awake the longest. (spoiler alert, it was karl)

you couldn’t help but smile fondly as countless other memories flooded your mind, and as you peeked an eye open and watched the plane slowly drift over the sheer clouds, you couldn’t help but remind yourself to make the most of this trip, and to make note of all your favourite moments. you imagined there would be plenty, but you would do your best to remember them all.

at some point during your peaceful state, you managed to drift off into a light slumber. suddenly the dreaded flight wasn’t so long, and before you knew it, you were awoken by a voice announcing to passengers it was time to return to seats and prepare for descent. you beamed, the remaining exhaustion from your sleep quickly disappearing and you were sure you could’ve exploded of happiness at any given moment.

you shot karl a quick text as you made your way to baggage claim, and he responded with a quick okay, letting you know he and quackity were on their way. you bounced on the balls of your feet, craning your neck to attempt to see over the massive crowds.

your phone buzzed again, a text from karl illuminating your screen. ‘here’. it was a simple, one word message but it sent your heart racing a mile a minute. you looked around once more, faintly spotted a mess of curls peeking out from the crowd. you weaved through the dozens of passersby, trying to get a better look if it was karl.

you brighten immediately upon realizing it was in fact your dear friend, shooting him a quick “i see you, don’t move.” you maneuvered out of the crowd so you were directly in their line of view, karl smirking once he saw you. quackity had yet to notice, too busy complaining by the looks of it.

you quickly typed out another text, this time to your boyfriend.

‘hey, u look so cute right now’.

‘what the hell, i always look cute. what makes you say that, though?’

‘i don’t know, i just think it’s cute your beanie matches your hoodie!’

‘how did you know they matched? creep.’

‘look up from your phone for once in your life and maybe you’ll find out?’

he frowned, looking at karl before turning his head and gazing around, until his eyes ran over you and continued on. you watched as he froze, doing a double take. you smiled brightly, running the short distance between you and throwing your arms around him tightly. he tensed, but in a split second he softened completely and reciprocated the hug, his hold on you twice as tight as your own.

“surprise.” you whispered, gently rocking the two of you back and forth as quackity let the realization sink in.

“wait, what the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, and you feigned sad, deciding to toy with him.

“aren’t you happy to see me?” you frowned, and he instantly panicked and began stuttering apologies. you and karl both burst into a fit of giggles, you finally wiggling out of your boyfriend’s grasp and moving to hug your best friend. quackity pouted, huffing and crossing his arms, mumbling about his two favourite people being ‘traitors’.

the three of you collected your bags, casual conversation flowing between you. you thought it would be awkward at first, but you’ve known them for the longest time and they were the two people you felt most comfortable with, and you couldn’t believe you thought it would be any different than your late night calls.

arriving at karl’s place, it was far past midnight and the three of you decided to call it a night, opting to start off your adventures in the morning. you and alex made your way to the spare room, while karl waved you off and bid you goodnight.

“so, what are you doing here? really?” your boyfriend asked, softly. you laughed quietly, moving your suitcases to the side of the room.

“i came to see you, obviously.” you admitted, unable to fight the smile he elicited from you naturally. “and karl, of course.” you added, cringing as alex laughed and you knew karl would be hearing about this tomorrow. the two of you crawled into bed, the exhaustion from the flights hitting you both hard.

“i’m glad you came.” he whispered, slowly running the back of his hand down your cheek. “i love you.”

you leaned forward, kissing him gently before retracting, and muttering “i love you too” quiet enough that had he been any further, he wouldn’t have heard it. the hushed whispers you shared, however, somehow made the moment all that more intimate. you both relaxed, purely content.

silence followed as you laid your head against the pillow, gazing into his eyes. his position mirrored yours, the two of you simply taking in each other's presence. you felt more at peace here than you ever had. it was a comfort that not even the view from thousands of feet in the air could offer.

you knew then, that no matter the cost, you would fly to the ends of the earth to be with this boy. but really, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

stargazing [quackity]

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them (none mentioned)

synopsis: “do you believe in love at first sight?”

wc: 1.3k

a/n: here's my entry for @bozowrites' 2k special! congratulations again <3

tw: n/a, as far as i know. (let me know if you find anything though!)

have you ever found yourself in such an absurdly calm and beautiful environment that you swore you were either dreaming, or living out a scene from a movie?

as you sat on the hood of his busted old car, your hands rested behind you to hold yourself up and your head tilted back towards the sky, you couldn’t help but feel like a character on the silver screen.

your gaze was focused on the twinkling stars above you, not even flinching as he came around the side of the car, slipping onto the hood next to you. you subconsciously smiled as he scooted closer to you, never tearing your gaze from the scenery above.

you’d found this spot a few years back, and ever since you’d come here when the two of you needed to get away from everything for awhile. it was a small cliff-like area, not far outside the city, and the view from it’s ledge went completely unmatched. there were no harsh city lights to disrupt the view of the glimmering stars above, and you adored it.

a small chill ran through you, and you must’ve visibly shivered, because he brought an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. you sighed quietly at the sudden shared body head, leaning your head on his shoulder.

it was moments like these that you treasured the most. quackity was the best friend you could ask for; somehow he always knew exactly what you needed, always. you supposed after years and years of friendship, that’s what happens.

something about him was always different, though. his tender touches, his soft and caring persona, and his undying sense of humour. he was more than just your best friend, he was a part of your life you couldn’t picture yourself without.

maybe it was the cliché fear that he didn’t feel the same, or that once you made that leap from friends to something more, you’d never come back from it. maybe it was just that you were so content with your current situation, that you didn’t want the slightest thing to change in fear of losing it completely.

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a short while longer, before you opened your mouth and thoughtlessly spoke your mind. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

he paused, glancing down at your distant gaze before following its direction up to the night sky. you peeked up at him, watching as his brow furrowed just the slightest bit, indicating he was deep in thought. you relaxed against him once more as you patiently waited for a response.

instead of replying, however, he threw you off with a question of his own. “do you remember the day we met?” he whispered, refusing to meet your gaze. you pulled away slightly to look at him, watching his gaze flicker towards you, and you nodded softly, smiling at the fond memory.

a little boy in a beanie stumbled into the playground, hands gripping the straps of his backpack as though his life depended on it. the terrain was foreign to him, and a huge overwhelming fear of a new life was weighing him down with every step he was forced to take towards his new school.

at the age of elementary school, one doesn’t have the worries of popularity or judgement, simply fun and games and an excitement to learn. he didn’t think of it that way though, since he’d seen so many teen films where the new kid was beat up, tossed aside and looked at as a freak.

you were running around the playground, in the middle of an intense game of tag with your classmates when you noticed him for the first time. a strange boy you’d never seen before, standing by himself, looking around hopelessly lost. you stopped in your tracks, your current chaser tagging you with a small “you’re it, y/n!”, before they ran off.

you couldn’t help but eye the boy though. there was something about him you couldn’t explain, but you were drawn to him. you smiled brightly as an idea came to mind, running in the opposite direction from the group of kids you were with and towards the boy in the beanie.

you ran up behind him, tapping his shoulder gently before running a small distance away and turning back to face him. his eyes were wide, frozen as he stared at you, confused and slightly petrified. he was preparing himself for the teasing, when you surprised him completely.

“hey new kid, you’re it! c’mon! come get me!” you taunted, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. the boy looked at you with a confused frown, before his gaze drifted behind you to where all the kids were gesturing him over.

he seemed to ponder this for a second, before he smirked and dropped his bag on the ground, running after you. you squealed, running away, laughing while he chased you back to the group, joining in on the fun.

“of course i remember.” you breathed, happily. you leaned up to his ear, beaming. “it’s the day i learned you can’t run for shit.” you whispered teasingly, and he scoffed, shoving you away from his face lightly.

“you’re the worst.” he chuckled, shaking his head. you giggled, and as your laughter died down, a wave of silence passed once more.

“you know, you didn’t answer my question.” you mumbled, turning to face him. he sighed, chewing on his lip nervously. you couldn’t possibly understand why.

“i kind of did, actually.” he whispered, and you tilted your head, edging him to continue. he took a deep breath, finally turning to face you. “you asked me if i believe in love at first sight.” he repeated, and you nodded, completely lost. he caught on, and ran a hair through his hair. “you’re so oblivious.” he muttered under his breath.

you frowned, reaching over and touching his arm gently. “you know you can tell me anything.” your words were so genuine, he swallowed and decided: it was now or never.

“why do you think i brought up the story of when we first met, after you asked me about love at first sight?” he whispered, and you pondered, your eyes widening slightly as you started to catch on. he smiled slightly at this, throwing his head back slightly and watching a plane soar overhead, lightly barely visible in the dead of night.

“are you saying..?” you breathed, and he smiled, much more forced this time.

“that was the first time i laid eyes on you, y/n.” he admitted, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks, and a bright smile tug at your lips.

you reached up, gently placing your hand on his chin as you tugged him gently to face yourself. your eyes flickered down towards his lips, you looked in his eyes, requesting permission. he took the hint, leaning forward and connecting your lips. you slid your hands around his shoulders, while his snaked behind your neck and tangled in your hair.

you pulled away for air, smiles littering both your faces. as your eyes met once more, alex watched as your eyes sparkled with emotion, with pure love just for him. he leaned his forehead against your own, simply soaking in each others’ presence.

“hey, q?” you whispered, eyes meeting his own. he hummed, and you smirked, your signature mischievous sparkle igniting in your eyes. “you know this makes you a simp, right?” you teased quietly, and he breathed out a laugh, shaking his head slightly.

“for you, i’ll gladly be the biggest simp in the world.” he replied, leaning in to connect your lips once more. as the two of you resettled, leaning flat down on the hood of his car, you could’ve sworn the stars shined brighter than ever before.

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.

cutie core 🐺🐺🐺☹️🥰😜😜😜😜😍😍😍

i want to lay on his chest and hold him close omfg… AND KISS HIS BEAUTY MARKS ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!!

i wish i saw this sooner *sob*

━ the world's a little blurry .

Quackity x Reader - Chapter 1 : The Cartel

word count : 2.7k

a/n : this is gonna be an extensive series that will have a lot (i mean a lot) of chapters, cant promise ill actually finish it to the end but ill try. updates will be slow i think ? i get distracted and burnt out very easily BUT IM TRYING MY BEST!!!!! also if u prefer reading on ao3, u can read this from my ao3 account :] pls enjoy ! <3

small update: i removed the dialogue indents cus they would keep removing themselves and it was actually pissing me off...

A large shadow peered over you, larger than it was just the day before. The sound of shoes running up to where you were got closer until they stopped by you, accompanied by laughs.

“Holy fuck!” Tommy wheezed out loud. “The penis is back!”

“Yeah… Holy fuck?” You laughed.

Eret’s large stone tower stood high above the land, which was now lined with dark obsidian. Just the day before, right where the tower stood was a small little hut with a sign reading: ‘Size doesn’t matter’ that Fundy built as a prank (also revenge for building an insanely large tower the day before).

Tommy continued laughing, “Fundy is going to lose his shit when he sees this!”

“Have the others seen this?!” You asked.

As if they heard the both of you-

“OH MY GOD!”

You heard Tubbo yell out from behind. You spun around and saw Tubbo and Jack with their mouths hung open. They both ran up to you and Tommy, forming a horizontal line, just staring at Eret’s tower.

“Okay no- This is so stupid,” Tommy said, “Please, I need to discuss important business.”

Tommy walked off and made his way to his now destroyed Power Tower, climbing up to the top, you and the others following. You all looked out at the little shack built into the side of a hill with a small sign hung above that read: ‘TommyInnit Enterprise.’”   

“So… Here's the thing,” Tommy sighed. “What really hit me earlier- I’ve got a big war on my hands, right?”

You all looked at each other and nodded silently.

You never actually experienced the war between Tommy and Dream, you’d only come across the Dream SMP a few months after. You and Tommy instantly became friends despite the warnings from all the residents. Tommy told you about the war and the Disc Saga and how it all went down, in his own interpretation obviously.

 “Yeah... I think you three are gonna join me since, let’s be honest, there’s three, you know, the three T’s and... Y/N!” You playfully scoff at the last remark.

Tommy continues, “We’re really trying to solidify our dynamic! I would imagine you’re gonna join me, I know you fuckin’ will Tubbo and Y/N-

 “HEY!” Tubbo exclaimed while turning to you with a look on his face.

“...But I imagine you will also be Jack.”

Jack nods.

“Now listen to me.

“You all know I gave away the discs for the good of L’Manberg. All right, but I want to get them back and I was thinking right... What are Dream’s weaknesses?

“In every single war, Dream has destroyed the shit out of our bases, look at this!”

He flung his arms out to showcase the dirtied and scuffed terrain around his ‘Enterprise’, also referencing the destruction of Tubbo’s old house and the land surrounding L’Manberg.

He starts pointing all around the tower, “We’re standing on a half burnt down, destroyed Power Tower!”

We all looked around at each other and started cheering him on, “Right... Yeah, YEAH!”

“But what hit me was the one thing Dream does is he either wants, or he respects other people’s items...

“The only thing he’s done is steal my discs because he puts value in them! He doesn’t destroy them at all! He got rid of my entire base, but he left the chests! He left the chests!”

He turns to Jack, “And the one time he wanted to burn the chests, he offered you a thousand dollars!”

“That’s true...” Jack agreed.

“So, what hit me was that Dream respects items but not the land or any buildings. If I’m going up against him, I know this sounds stupid, but I’m gonna need a safe room with a bunch of chests and valuables, like a full 360 room! If I lose items, he won't break in because he respects items.”

Tommy looks at the three of you with bright eyes, “Okay follow me.”

The four of you climbed down the tower and made your way over to Tommy’s base. You continue to follow him while Tommy grabs a nearby pickaxe and goes through his back door to the other room with small chairs and his jukebox. He begins to hack at the corner of the wall signalling where he wants the secret room to go. Both Jack and Tubbo grab their pickaxes and start helping out with the walls.

You lean against the other wall, “Why in your private quarters?”

“Y’know cause it’s private so it lessens the chance of Dream coming in here,” Tommy huffed.

You stifled a laugh, “Oh yeah, cause Dream respects signs.”

“Fuck off.”

The three dig out a room and start placing empty barrels and storage blocks lining the walls, floor, and ceiling. You decide to walk around and look for Fundy while the men (boys) banter in the back room.

“Look at that! Oh Christ- What are you doing?!”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’?”

“I’m trying to build this and you’re mining it!”

 “Isn’t this what you wanted?!”

“Tubbo, get out of here... Clearly you don’t deserve to be here.”

“Hey!”

Just outside the arch of Tommy’s little shack, you’re met with Fundy face to face with Eret’s new and improved tower. You could imagine the look on his face just from the way his ears perked up under his uniform and his tail swishing irritably.

You quietly chuckled to yourself as you walked up to Fundy, “So, Fundy, what’s your thoughts on the new building in town?”

“What the fuck... It’s too big!”

“I thought you said size doesn’t matter!?”

“I've changed my mind,” he hisses in response.

The trio caught up with the two of you and once again you all stood around looking at the tower.

Fundy rubbed his head, “Goddamn obsidian... No way.”

His ears perked up after he sifted through his thoughts for a second.

A large grin stretched across his face, “Did you know that pee is stored in the balls, Tommy.”

A roar of gasps emitted from everyone's mouths, followed by a string of confused chuckles.

“Wait, you're just going to put a pair of balls on it?” You questioned.

“I plan on flooding the entire thing.”

“Where are the balls?” Jack spoke up.

Fundy turned to Jack, “Last time you said it was the bottom layer?”

“Well, I- I didn’t actually say that but- Yeah, fair enough.”

Tommy started walking around the base of the great tower, looking up at the very top, “I think you should at least destroy the top bit because this is a monster.”

He continued, “Listen, I mean this in the most sincere and serious way possible... Eret’s great penis is a monster.”

You and Tubbo covered your mouths and laughed together.

“Alright so tell me what your idea was, other than shaving the top off?” Fundy asked Tommy.

“Shave? Why would you describe it as shaving, man?!”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a medical procedure for this,” Tubbo chimed in.

Tommy’s eyebrows perked up, “What’s it called for a building?”

“No, for a penis.”

You wiped your eyes from laughing at the absolute ridiculousness of the current conversation, “Oh my god- Oh my god...”

The boys kept scheming amongst themselves, but you decided to check on the secret room in Tommy's enterprise. You walk in and see a piece of paper sticking out of one of his chests. It didn’t look like a map, and it had a lot of writing on it. Your hand reaches for the top of the chest, and you push it up, opening it and seeing a letter with messy black ink scribbled over the page. You picked it up and your eyes scanned over the message.

Hey Tommy!

Listen here, you’re missing out on the big money! The big bucks! You know what I’m saying. There’s a lot of things you can do… Not drugs, I’m clean! I’m serious!

Anyway, you know… everyone has access to all of the resources around you, right? But what if YOU were the only one who had access to those resources? You would have so much power, power beyond belief. And that’s what you need Tommy! POWER!

Here’s the plan…

You need an infrastructure, so you build a minecart highway, make everyone use it and then eventually they’ll get used to it and use it as common transportation. Then before they know it… You pop up in the middle of the fucking highway with a diamond sword and you fucking hijack their shit and take EVERYTHING they fucking have! They won’t see that shit coming! I’m telling you that’s the way it’s gotta be!

And look! I even made blueprints for you. You can’t show anyone though… they’re kind of a secret where I come from…

Big Q :]

Who and what the hell? You peered back into the chest to see a folded-up piece of paper which you grabbed and opened. You stared at the page in disbelief as you saw a shitty and childish drawing of a singular road which was, what you could assume, the blueprint that ‘Big Q’ had sent over.

“Are you stealing my shit?”

You turn around to see Tommy, “Who is ‘Big Q’?”

Tommy takes the letter from your hand and awkwardly laughs, “You didn’t read this, did you?”

“I did.”

“Jesus… He’s a guy I know and he’s suggesting we start a cartel,” he says as he pinches his forehead.

“And his name is ‘Big Q’?” You put up your hands to make quotation marks in the air.

“Quackity is his name.”

You furrowed your brows and turned your body to fully face him, “His parents named him that? That’s his legal name?”

“It’s confidential…” Tommy sighed.

“…Right.”

Tommy throws the letter and ‘blueprint’ back into his chest and makes his way down the ladder, to the sewers.

You called out to him, “Why?”

To which he responded with a yell of determination, “POWER!”

Fucking hell.

The day goes on and on. Tommy spends half the day replacing the stone floors in the sewers with packed ice to slide boats across them to create an infrastructure that supposedly people are going to rely on (they won’t). He ends up using Tubbo as his test ‘mugging’ and you eventually find them in an Area 51 with Jack after an extensive period of chasing each other through the sewers.

Eventually the four of you make your way back into the sewers and Tommy begins to explain how you need to plan a heist, along with a lab.

The three of them dug out another room in the walls and you all migrated inside. Tommy proceeds to put up a sign on the side of the entrance and writes ‘Boss man’s hideout’ on it.

“‘Boss man’s hideout’? This is so stupid…” You laugh.

Tommy crosses his arms and scoffs in your face, “How dare you! Big Q is our boss!”

“Right… And where is he right now?”

He presses his lips into a line, “…Busy.”

“You’re so full of shit-”

“OKAY Y/N! OKAY GUYS!” Tommy cut you off. “Here’s what we’re going to do…

“In the coming days, not today, we’re going to do a heist… Because there’s an item that we can get for ourselves and no one else can get. Big Q said we can get a monopoly on every single item. I say we start small, we gotta start small.

“I say… we meet up in a day’s time and we can do the heist! Not today cause… I gotta go man, I-I’ve places to be and women to- I don’t have women to talk to…

“ALL RIGHT! We’ll meet up tomorrow and that’s what we’ll do. But until then… no mentions of boss man’s hideout, all right? No mentions to nobody. You hear me? Don’t even tell any of the others were allied with."

He finishes off his announcement, “The first rule of the cartel is that there is no cartel…

All four of you stood in the cramped hideout, arms crossed, serious eyes, dressed in the L’Manberg uniform. Tommy, the blond boy who bounces off the walls all the time, being a little shit to everyone and everything. Tubbo, the calmer and so-called ‘clingy’ boy who just wants to do his own thing. Tommy is actually the clingy one to Tubbo… Jack, the newest out of the four and honestly has to put up with the boys, they really do love Jack. And there you were… Y/N. Everyone looked around at each other, unknown to how this ‘Big Q’ would change the upcoming events of the land you and everyone else walked upon.

Your thoughts were cut off by Tommy's voice once again, “All right, everyone get out!”

The phantoms were gone. You’re not quite sure why or how that happened but that meant one thing… for the cartel. Since no one could find these phantoms in the sky at all, they couldn’t harvest anymore phantom membranes which were usually crafted to make slow fall potions. Obviously, Tommy had to use this to our (his) advantage.

“HEY GUYS!” You heard Tommy shout at you, Tubbo, and Jack from behind.

The three of you guys stopped walking and stared back at Tommy as he jogged up to you, a huge grin on his face. You were all making your way back into the sewers to meet up at ‘Boss man’s hideout’ so the heist could be resumed and reevaluated from the day prior.

You all gathered around in the hideout, Tommy swinging one arm over your shoulder and the other over Tubbo’s, “Okay so… Here's the thing, if we go around the server, we get all the phantom membranes, we bring them down here or even ender chest them.”

“Which then means we become the most powerful group in the land!” Tommy exclaimed, “You know this cause Dream fucking shits himself over items that he doesn’t have.”

You shuffle your feet with uncertainty at the mention of Dreams name, Tommy notices and starts blabbering out more words, “Holy shit, he’ll shit himself and that’s what we gotta do, we gotta head out with leather armour and look really unsuspicious.

“Now you guys follow me…”

Eventually you all meet at Tommys enterprise, and he fishes in his chests for four stacks of black, leather armour, poorly made. You all looked at each other quizzically and hesitantly took the clothes and you all headed off into your own rooms to get changed out of your uniforms. When you returned, Tommy threw two sticks at you and two more pairs at Tubbo and Jack.

Jack picked up the sticks and asked, “What on earth are these for?”

“We’re plumbers!” Tommy responded.

This heist was so stupid, genuinely. You end up breaking into almost, if not, everyone’s homes and bases to steal phantom membranes. Jack even killed Purpled’s pet chicken, by accident obviously… You all ran across the Dream SMP, in both fear and laughter, you really appreciated these moments with the only people you could trust.

By the end of it, Purpled, Punz, and Ponk had chased you down the sewers with Tubbo holding them off whilst Tommy, Jack and you were trying not to drop any of the membranes. You all end up in Tommy's enterprise, slamming the lid of his ender chest down after we obtained all the membranes. That marks the end of the heist, officially.

After changing back into your L’Manberg uniform and discarding your previous armour somewhere else, you walk past Tommy who was writing something.

You come up behind him and peer over his shoulder, “Whatcha’ writing?”

“I’m disbanding the cartel.” He mumbled.

His hand scribbles words down onto the page, slightly smudging the ink as he moves to a new line, your eyes are able to see who it’s being sent to: ‘Bossman’.

“Oh… well, I had fun, you know.” You spoke up.

He chuckles, “I did too, but I need to focus on other things, plus I get that you feel iffy about Quackity.”

“Hey, do whatever you want to do, and yeah he seemed a bit odd…?” You crossed your arms.

You wouldn’t expect to hear or see that man in the near future.

might have to actually get on top of my fanfic instead of pondering on the thought of relapsing