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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

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.

breaking point [quackity]

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: "the truth is we were both faking this.. whatever this is."

wc: 1.3k

a/n: this is my entry for @cherios and @ttakinou's duo event! congratulations to you both again on your respective milestones! :)

tw: just angst, probably swearing u know me.

all good things must come to an end, as they say.

you thought you were the exception.

how naive you were.

for the longest time, being with alex was a high like no other. you were soaring on the wings of love, and nothing could drag you down.

sure the two of you had your lows, but at the end of the day you’d find your way and be right back up on cloud 9.

you wouldn't trade your relationship for the world. at least, there was a time you wouldn’t.

that time had long since passed.

you really weren’t sure when your relationship fell apart. it was like one day everything was fine and then suddenly, it wasn’t.

looking back, all the signs you were falling out of love were there. it began with little things, no goodnight texts from alex while he was streaming, you not thinking to tell him when you left the house, and spending more time apart than together.

but despite the signs, at the end of the day, you would tell each other you loved the other and you would pretend like everything was just fine. like you weren’t experiencing a pang in your heart every time he crawled into bed and turned his back to you, no longer cuddling into each other like you once did.

no, that was manageable.

the real pain came when you tried to maintain your appearance as a couple on alex’s streams.

as famous streamer ‘quackity’, he liked to put on a particularly loud and bashful persona for his audience. many times that involved flirting with you in front of them, with you reciprocating just as playfully.

you used to look forward to being invited to talk to his chat or play games with him. those were some of your best memories.

once his career really took off, you suddenly had hundreds of thousands of viewers invested in your personal life and relationship. you and alex were constantly being asked questions about when you’d be featured next, so you took to being on his streams more often.

it wasn’t an issue at first, feeling completely at ease by his side and loving the way he kept you involved in every aspect of his life, even sharing his career with you.

this grew complicated, however, once you felt the shift in your feelings. you were left with an unspoken deal that you would keep up your appearances on his streams. the last thing you wanted to do was displease his fans. as important as they were to him, they were to you too.

even if it meant putting yourself through the pain of living a lie, you would do it for them.

“alright! alright! calm down chat, i’ll text y/n and ask if they’re busy!” quackity laughed, pulling out his phone and shooting you said text.

you flashed your gaze down to the illuminated screen, sighing as you pulled yourself off the couch, grabbing one of alex’s hoodies that had been left laying around and sliding it on, forcing a surprisingly convincing smile before strolling inside his office.

“hey chat! hey love.” you greeted, kissing him on the cheek and waving excitedly at the screen.

“hey, what have you been up to?” he asked, smiling softly as you pulled up a chair next to his own.

“not much, cleaning up around the house. chat, you wouldn’t believe how messy this man is. seriously!” you joked, earning a scoff and a pout from him.

“i’m not that bad!” he defended, but it came out hopeless and his chat went wild, calling him stinky and other such insults. “shut up chat! you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“they’ve always liked me more, you know this.” you shrugged, winking at the camera facing you. your name filled the chat, rooting for you. he scoffed, but wrapped an arm around you regardless. you nestled into his side, getting comfortable as you continued to talk.

a short while later you excused yourself, hugging your boyfriend once more in front of the camera before pulling away and leaving the room, your heart heavy.

most days you could do it. put on your pretty smile, cuddle up next to him, and pretend everything was okay. there were some days, like today, that hurt you more than you could express.

it felt so real, like the banter you used to have with him - when he cared for you. now it was the same banter, the same alex, just without any true emotion behind it. it was nothing more than an act.

everyday on stream, you put up a mask that everything was fine. it wasn’t fine though. everytime you faked it, it hurt just that much more.

it served as a constant reminder of what used to be, and what never would be again.

you couldn’t take it anymore.

while he was still preoccupied with his stream, you began packing your things and setting them in your car. you arranged plans to stay with a friend, them being more than willing to offer you their guest room.

a part of you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as you cleaned up the remainder of your things, managing to squeeze most of your belongings in your vehicle.

now comes the tough part. confrontation.

you tried to busy yourself with cleaning up the house one final time, but you still couldn’t help the nerves that fluttered in your stomach.

finally, you heard the familiar clicking of his office door, and a tired alex came out, plopping down on the couch. “you wanna order some food or something?” he asked, eyes set on the screen as he turned on the tv.

you fell silent, standing stiffly behind the couch. he glanced at you, frowning when he noticed just how tense your figure was, and caught sight of the tears pooling in your eyes.

“hey, what’s up?” he asked, softly. you swallowed harshly, daring to look into his eyes for just a brief moment.

“i cant do this anymore.”

your words hung heavy in the air, his frown deepening as he took in your words. “you.. you can’t do what anymore?” he asked, quietly. though deep down, he knew.

“this. us. this show we’ve been putting on, i’m sick of it. we can’t keep pretending we love each other!” you choked back a sob, the reality of your words crashing down on both of you.

“don’t say that. we can fix this, we’ll make it work. we love each other!” he tried desperately to make you look at him, to no avail.

“no we can’t, alex. we haven’t loved each other in a long time. the truth is we were both faking this.. whatever this is.” you argued, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“how could you say that?” his voice broke, successfully cracking your heart along with it.

you turned away, a shaky breath escaping your lips. “you know i’m right, alex. we haven’t been a real couple for weeks, maybe months. we have to let go now.” you reasoned, desperate for him to accept defeat and let you walk away.

“no. you’re lying. you love me, and i love you. you cant leave me!” he stepped closer, reaching out and swiping his thumb across your tear-stained cheek. the contact was too overwhelming, and you lost it.

“stop fighting me! i’m trying to make this easier on both of us!” you sobbed, pushing him away. his expression was visibly hurt, watching as he deflated, turning desperate.

“i’m not fighting you, i’m fighting for you! why can’t you understand that?” he screamed back, tears flowing of their own will down his cheeks. “you can make it easier on both of us by not doing this! you don’t have to leave, you can stay here!” he sobbed, reaching for you.

you stepped back, turning away. “please. stay with me.” he begged, one last time. you couldn’t form words, only broken sobs as you shook your head and turned, leaving.

“so this is it for us?” he whispered. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, too ashamed and afraid of retracting your statement if you saw the heartbreak swirling in his eyes. so instead, you simply walked out of the door.

he didn’t bother to follow.

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Hi! Here are some imagines written about the people of the Dream SMP!

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Dream

Interview (GN!) 3.1k words Going in for an interview is nerve-wracking enough. What a shame the PA and your future boss were hot.

Prison Days (she/her) (NA) Prison life for the couple who destroyed an entire country.

Crush (she/her) (NA) Basketballer Dream has a crush that everyone knows about. everyone but you.

Fucker (she/her) (NA) After a year of not leaving the house, sapnap finally convinced dream to go out and have a boys night. being the loving girlfriend you are, you had no issues. until they arrived home.

Drive (GN!) (NA) Of course the one day you tell dream to not go out, is the one day he gets caught in a car chase. with you. in the passenger seat.

Lost Wallet (GN!) (NA) After having a terrible day, going out for dinner with friends seems like the perfect pick me up! Except when its your shout, and you've lost your wallet. Whoops?

The Character Becomes The Author (she/her) (NA) I'd say it's pretty self explanatory. Instead of Dream being written about. He writes about YOU.

Sapnap

Pets (GN!) (NA) Sapnap. Known on the SMP as the pet killer. What started out as a pure accident led to the pet war. Yet, here he was. sitting with the reader, comforting them after they lost their dog against during the fall of l’manburg. ironic isn't it.

Turn (she/her) (NA) In which Sapnap pushes everyone away from him after losing you, he tries to drown his sorrows in partying. finally wanting to turn his life around, he decides he needs to see you one last time.

Undies (GN!) (NA) All Sapnap wanted was a quick midnight snack. But you just had to be in the kitchen at the exact same time as him.

Delivery (she/her) (NA) Just a day like any other. Roaming neighbourhoods, delivering various foods. But this time seemed to be just a little different.

Dye (GN!) (NA) Helping Sapnap dye his hair a darker brown.

GNF To Be Added

C!Technoblade

Escapee (GN!) 1.5k words Technoblade had finally escaped prison after 3 months. You were the first person he wanted to see

Piglin Lovin' (She/Her) 3.6k words Phil and Techno go on a 2 week long trip leaving you alone with all of the chores.

Training (NA) You and Techno had always been close. Some say you were joined at the hip. So the day Phil flew by and saw you training by yourself against some measly scarecrow, he knew something was wrong.

Piggy (she/her) (NA) It’s no secret that Techno was overprotective. so when you came back from a trip, completely unscathed, Techno still couldn’t help but lecture you about the dangers of going alone.

Punz

Laces (GN!) (NA)

basically punz is a pain in the fucking ass

Wilbur

Be Nice (she/her) (NA) It seems that everybody seems to know about your little crush on wilbur soot. Including Wilbur himself. So in classic Soot fashion, he teases you for it.

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Hi! Welcome to my Masterlist! This is where you will find all of the works I've written!

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Dream SMP Series Dream SMP Imagines Dream SMP Headcanons Dream SMP Blurbs

Dream SMP Insists of: -Dream -Sapnap -Wilbur Soot -Technoblade -Nihachu -Georgenotfound -Punz -TommyInnit -Quackity -Fundy -Karl Jacobs

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✮𝗗𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗣𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲 - 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻✮

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Hi! I thought of this while doing a 3D puzzle of a globe. It was fun ngl.

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Headcanon - You and your S/O sit down and do a puzzle. Characters - CC!George, C! + CC! Tommy, CC!Dream, CC!Sapnap

They started off as headcanons but slowly turned into oneshots. lol whoops. sorry

Word Count: 3.6k CW: Swearing

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C!Tommy: 781 words

Tommy loves spending time with you. Especially when you guys go on adventures around the SMP.

Doing something that always got you scolded by Philza or Wilbur.

Whether that be looting people's chests, or accidentally blowing creepers up while trying to get a new disc.

There was never a dull moment between the two of you

Always laughing, always getting into (playful) arguments

You were inseparable and always full of energy

So when you decided that after years of playful banter and energy shared between you, that you wanted to sit down for the day and relax while doing a puzzle, did Tommy regret being friends with you.

When i say regret, i mean he “regrets” it

He loves you, he truly does

But on days like these all he wanted to do was leave

You always made sure to ask beforehand whether or not he wanted to join you. His immediate thought was to say no and go hang out with Tubbo.

But seeing the desperate look in your eyes wanting nothing more than to just spend a relaxing day with your best friend did he cave.

He always does and always will.

But that doesn't mean he will ever stop complaining.

“AWE COME ON Y/N! I’m booooored”

Tommy was hanging off of the couch. His legs swung over the back of the recliner while his head was hanging off the edge of the chair. The blood went straight to his face making him look like a tomato. You laughed the moment you looked up from the puzzle. Wanting nothing more than to complete it. You shook your head.

“Tommy, we've been sitting down for an hour.. Instead of lying there complaining, help me complete the puzzle!”

You pouted at him hoping he’d agree to stay with you. Even if he didn’t participate in the completion of the puzzle. He groaned the moment he saw your face. Heat rose to his cheeks more than they already had, he was glad to be hanging upside down before you could make fun of him. He had always fancied you, although he’d never admit it out loud. He sighed obnoxiously loud and sat up.

“Fine” he muttered standing up, dragging his feet slowly over to wear you were sat on the floor. He fell next to you and groaned even louder than before, leaning his head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead pushing him off of you.

He shouted out a quick “OI!” before seeing the way you flinched at the sudden loudness of his voice. He admired the way you enjoyed puzzles. Liking the way they challenged you, loving the feeling of satisfaction once you did complete it.

“'Ive never fucking liked puzzles” He grumbled under his breath, you head barely heard him but once you realised what he had said, you turned your head and glared.

“If you’ve ‘never fucking liked puzzles’ then why do you always agree to relax and do them with me!?” They were annoyed. Tommy was a kind soul. Behind that obnoxious loud teenager lied a nice mommas boy. Even if there wasn’t a mother around.

He stayed silent. Gaze shifted from your own to the puzzle pieces sitting in front of him, scattered across the wooden planks beneath you. He reached over and grabbed 4 odd pieces, forcing them to fit together. His eyes shone and a smile slowly grew on his face as they slid into one another. Even if he had to use force. He turned to you excitedly.

“Look!! They fit!! I’m the fucking best at puzzles!” You started laughing. You couldn’t help it. Even if you were annoyed mere moments beforehand. Seeing the way your idiotic best friend lit up with accomplishment was enough to make you happy. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of your laughter.

“What.. what's so funny” A confused expression had taken over from the previous ecstatic one. You shook your head and smiled at him before punching him in the shoulder.

“No, it's nothing. I love you dork” blush had slowly seeped up his neck upon hearing your words. You had said them a million times before but it still made his heart race. You turned back to the puzzle, a content smile on your face.

Glad that Tommy had finally started to participate and enjoy himself. Even if he was doing it wrong and you knew he was going to start complaining again in an hour. For the time being you were happy.

CC!Tommy: 937 words

Unlike C!Tommy. CC!Tommy was more than happy to sit down and do a puzzle with you. Majority of the time it was his idea.

It was rare for Tommy to get a break. He was always busy. Occupied to an unbelievable extent for a 17 year old.

Planning streams, streaming, planning vlogs, filming vlogs, planning main channel videos, filming main channel videos, setting up his new office, going to college, completing his course work, travelling back and forth between Brighton, London, and Nottingham.

You had stopped seeing each other once Tommy had started getting bigger. You both had responsibilities you needed to attend to. Drifting apart was neither of your faults.

You did keep in touch, but when you did talk it was very short and dry messages.

“Hey” “Hi” “How r u?” “Good, WBU? Vlogs going alright?” “yeah no they’re good. Tiring tho hahaha” “haha i bet” “ahh shit sorry i gtg. Got to do a stream. Bye!” “bye tommy :)”

So when he called you randomly on a wednesday asking if you wanted to come over, you had never been so excited.

“Tommy!” you brought him into a hug the moment the door opened. A soft squeal escaping your mouth. It had been months since you had last seen each other in person. He laughed, hugging you back with the same amount of energy. He brought you in as tight as he could without hurting you.

“How’d you know it was me? Mum's home you know?? You barely had time to look at me” He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away so he could look at you while he questioned your antics. Your face flushed. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t memorised the pattern of his steps. And with how tall he was, it was hard to miss his heavy footsteps.You laughed and looked down, completely ignoring his question before pushing past him and into the living room.

Leaning against the kitchen counter stood his mum. She was looking at something on her phone. Scrolling through twitter no doubt. Tommy followed shortly after you, closing the door swiftly once you had walked through. Upon hearing the two pairs of footsteps, Mrs Simons looked up from her phone, and her eyes lit up at the sight of you. You and Tommy had been friends for years. Originally meeting each other in primary school when Tommy had pushed you off of the swing because you were “hogging it”. You pushed him off the slide as payback which resulted in Tommy getting a broken arm. But it was worth it.

“Oh my. It's been so long since you’ve come by” Mrs Simons had long forgotten her phone on the kitchen counter as she walked forward and pulled you into a hug. Laughing, you hugged her back. Before you could even say anything, Tommy had grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the staircase to drag you upstairs.

“Tommy! Let me say hi to mum :(“ because of how close you have become over the years, it has become the norm to call Mrs Simons ‘Mum’. She was an important parental figure in your life. Tommy rolled his eyes and continued to drag you towards his room. He stopped in front of his door and turned to you with a giddy grin on his face. He let go of your arm and opened the door with a loud bang. Literally. It hit the wall. It bounced back and closed itself. Tommy groaned as you lost your shit. Laughing as loudly as you could. Of course the more time you spent with each other. The more habits you pick up. One being Tommys laugh. He ignored your light teasing and opened the door again. This time it was a lot softer. The grin had returned to his face. Staring at what was in front of him. The space where his PC had been, was now occupied by boxes upon boxes of puzzles. Tommy hated puzzles when he was younger. Only doing them because you had forced him. Now they were comforting. They reminded him of the times when either of you had been sad, so to distract yourselves you’d sit down and do a puzzle. Just enjoying the silent time you had together.

In the time you two had spent away from each other, you had silently agreed to not do a puzzle without the other person there. It was a tradition of sorts. One of you is sick? Puzzle. Burnt out? Puzzle. Sad? Puzzle. Happy to an unbelievable extent? Puzzle.

Rushing over you picked up one of the boxes. It was custom made. A picture of you, Tommy, Betty, and Walter displayed on the front. You looked back at Tommy as he closed his door and walked towards you. He sat down against the wardrobe, while you sat leaning against his bed. The puzzle was now spread out on the floor in front of you. A grin on both of your faces as you sat there working in silence. You paused and looked up at Tommy. His forehead creased as he concentrated.

“Thank you Tommy. I’ve missed you.” He looked up when you started talking. The crease disappearing as a soft look overtook his features. He nodded in acknowledgement and smiled.

“I've missed you too…” Tommy was expressive. Very expressive. But when it came to expressing feelings other than anger, he had trouble. So hearing him mutter those few words as he looked down avoiding your gaze, made your heart flutter. He was all you could ever ask for. All you ever needed.

CC!Sapnap: 889 words

You’d hate doing puzzles with Sapnap. As much as you loved him, he would just be too much for the calming aura that puzzles are supposed to have.

It was originally a time for you to sit down and relax after a long day. The first time he saw you do it was when you two had first moved in with each other. It’d been within the first week.

Sapnap walked out of his streaming room and stretched his arms over his head, listening to the pop of his joints. You gagged from the lounge room down the hall upon hearing the pops. Sapnap laughed. He always forgot how much you hated the sound. Walking into the lounge room, he saw you sitting at the edge of the couch hunched over the coffee table, which has moved significantly since he last saw it. It was pulled up pressing against your knees as you inspected each puzzle piece. He stared at you confused as to what he was seeing. He didn’t think you'd be the puzzle type of person. “.. what are you doing” You looked up, Sapnap was leaning against the doorway holding the frame as he stared at you. You smiled at him before scooting over on the couch and patted the seat next to you. He raised his eyebrows and walked over sitting next to you as indicated. “I’m doing a puzzle” You continued smiling as you turned to face him, now sitting cross-legged on the couch. “I do them when I’m really stressed. They help calm me down and relax” A look of realisation had set on his face. He nodded and pulled out his phone, settling further into the couch. “Do you wanna do it with me?” He almost looked disgusted by the idea and shook it off saying he's happy to just sit next to you and enjoy your company.

He sat and watched the next few times he caught you doing puzzles. One day when he was watching you, he nudged your shoulder with his own and asked if he could join you. You’d never been happier. You smiled giddily as you watched your boyfriend start to concentrate, trying to find the right pieces.

Sure, Sapnap would be calm at first. Just appreciating the time he was spending with you. But I feel like the more he joined you and the more comfortable he found himself becoming, the more competitive he’d get.

“LETS FUCKING GO! I COMPLETED THE BORDER BEFORE YOU” He’d get excited over the smallest accomplishments. You'd just smile and nod.

“Y/N! Y/N! I COMPLETED THE DOG WHOOOOO”

It was originally just a time for you to sit in silence, but it soon became a way for Sapnap to let out all of his energy and excitement.

His excitement always made you happy and made you smile. Usually hearing him yell out in giddiness when he beat Dream.

You loved puzzles. And you loved Sapnap. The two just didn't mix well.

It had gotten to the point where you had just stopped doing puzzles when he was around. Only doing them when you knew he was recording, streaming, or even going grocery shopping.

When you started to hide the fact that you were doing puzzles without him, he would always come over and ask if you wanted to do one after he finished streaming with the boys, missing the time he spent with you when you did them.

You denied his request every time, always claiming you weren't in the mood or you were feeling tired. He never questioned you, and never expressed his disappointment.

One day though. Sapnap had finished streaming a lot earlier than you had anticipated. He walked into the lounge room and saw you doing the puzzle. Before you even had time to register that he had walked in, he had already sat down next to you and started putting the pieces together. You ignored him and kept doing the puzzle, hoping he'd be calmer today. Everything was going well.. At first. He made a small gasp and your head whipped towards him, waiting for whatever nonsense was going to spew out of his mouth. Your body was tense, you were about to burst.. Instead he kept his mouth shut, a small smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you continuing to stare at him for a moment, just waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, you sighed, your body relaxed and you were back hunched over the coffee table.

After you had finished and packed up the puzzle, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him to nuzzle his face into your neck.

“I’m sorry I get so loud when doing the puzzle. I just like spending time with you.” he murmured into your neck. You froze after hearing his apology. A million thoughts racing through your mind. You hesitantly hugged him back. Melting into his touch as you snuggled into his shoulder.

“It’s okay… I know you get excited” he squeezed you before pulling his face away and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He promised to try and be as quiet as he had been that day.

And he kept his word.

Sometimes

Mans still gets excited and yells without realising.

CC!Dream: 325 words

Dream would be similar in the sense of getting competitive over puzzles.

Unlike Sapnap, he knew you would get stressed and anxious when he yelled. Usually keeping his excitement to himself.

He wouldn't do them often though. Opting to just admire you as you concentrate. He didn’t care what you two did together as long as he got to spend time with you.

Dream sat across from you, on the other side of the room. His back pressed to the wall as you sat on the edge of the couch. He had walked in about an hour beforehand, silently just sitting down. He hadn’t moved a muscle since he sat. Not even to check his phone. His arms were crossed sitting on top of his knees, as he rested his head on his arms. Looking up from what you were doing, Dream had stolen your attention. You stared back at him, taking notice of the goofy grin that sat on his face. He started to laugh. It was completely out of the blue. He had just lost it. You stared at him confused before laughing along with him, falling back to sit properly on the couch. Your back finally resting against the cushions. You sighed in content as your tired body finally had time to relax. Dream had calmed down from his laughter not long after you, taking a few more moments to admire you as you relaxed. He stood up and sat next to you. He’d be lying if he said sitting in the same position for an hour on the hardwood floor without moving was comfortable. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder he pulled you into his chest to just cuddle and relax.

This was often how your days turned out. Puzzle or not. Dream always found a loophole for you to lay with him on the couch and cuddle. He always craved your attention and validation. Not that you complained.

CC!George: 668 words

George hated puzzles.

The end.

Not like Sapnap or C!Tommy where he ended up joining you in the end.

He refused to do them, not understanding why you enjoyed them so much.

Whenever you ask George to join you in completing the puzzle, or he walks in on you doing one, he immediately makes a face and backs up.

It's almost like he's scared of them.

Majority of the time, George would purposely annoy you while you were trying to complete it. Making himself annoyed that you weren’t giving him attention in the process.

George doesn’t seem clingy. Especially not in public. But, when you're at home you’re conjoined at the hip. And when you’re home alone with no friends or family around, he will always find some excuse to be touching you. Holding your hand, having his arm around your waist, linking pinkies, touching thighs when sitting down, etc. Anything to have your attention on him. So at the times you do decide to sit done and enjoy a puzzle, is the time that George feels the need to be at his clingiest.

Placing the last green piece on the table you smiled. Finally finishing the border. You had been doing the puzzle for half an hour at this point. You got up and stretched, hearing your knees and back crack at the movement. You shuddered. You had always hated the sound but loved feeling the relaxing sensation flow through you. You walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. While pouring the glass into your cup, you felt arms slowly snake around your waist as a face buried into your neck. Jumping slightly before you sighed, your shoulders slumped relaxing into his touch. He kissed the side of your neck and squeezed your waist tighter. You laughed pushing his arms off of you.

“Nope. No. Nuh uh. Not today Georgie” You squeezed past him to put the jug of water back in the fridge. Hearing him whine from behind you. You turned around and saw George leaning against the counter, arms folded hiding his face. You walked past and patted his back slightly. “You do this every time George, you can't expect it to work the same'' You left him pouting to himself in the kitchen, making your way back to the lounge room to continue the puzzle. Right as you sat down and got comfortable. You groaned, annoyed. You had left your water in the kitchen. You went back to the kitchen slowly, knowing that when you got there George would still be sulking. But you still had hope that he went back to his PC.

Of course that hope had diminished the moment you peeked your head around the doorframe. There stood George. No longer pouting, no. But with YOUR glass of water in hand. He tried to hold back his smile when he saw you step into the kitchen. But ultimately failed.

“George.” You started before walking towards the man standing at the island. “Give me my water” he shook his head in protest, stepping backwards to get away from you.

“You have to promise to cuddle me if you want your water back” You simply shrugged and turned around. Grabbing another glass out of the cupboard and bringing the water jug back out of the fridge. You heard George groan loudly from behind you. He clearly hadn’t thought that far ahead. You downed your glass before turning back to him, the pout returned to his face.

“Fine.” his eyes lit up as he put your previous glass down and walked towards you to take you to bed. “But!” he stopped in his tracks and groaned… again. “You have to let me finish the puzzle first. Or until I get bored. Until then. Go do something else.” He nodded slightly.

Finally you could finish the puzzle.

You didn't finish the puzzle. No you barely got a quarter through it before George came in and dragged you away. Literally.

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I had a fat brain block when it came to Dreams. I'm sorry his was so short :(

Have a good day!

- Birdy

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Hi! Here are some headcanons written about the people of the Dream SMP!

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Pet Names GN! - 0.8k Sapnap, Wilbur, Dream, Niki

Doing a Puzzle GN! - 3.6k C!Tommy + CC!, Sapnap, Dream, George,

Read to them GN! - Sapnap, Dream, Quackity, Techno

Telling them You're Pregnant GN! (Afab) Dream, George, Punz, Karl

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Hi! Here are some blurbs written about the people of the Dream SMP

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Tommy

Sapnap

Wilbur

Kiss me CC!

Dream

Oh Dream

George

Quackity

Techno

◜Quackity Boyfriend Headcanons◞

┊ ᝰ﹕SFW, gender neutral reader, English from Google Translate

♤ This man is very proud to date you! He wouldn't miss an opportunity to say "hey see that person, because they are my partner", and I don't judge after all most people would never imagine that Quackity would find a partner.

♧ He would take you on all his trips, even if they were for work, and would always find space in his schedule for outings and romantic dates.

♤ Speaking of romance, this man is the last romantic on earth! He would buy you flowers, open the car door, pay the bill and praise you all the time, change my mind!!

♧ About paying for things, he would make a point of paying for absolutely everything for you, after all he came from a humble family and now that he has the means he likes to be able to give you everything you want, and he would never charge you for it.

♤ Do you like branded clothes and jewelry? Great you will have.

♧ Everyone knows that Alex loves to drive and that means long car trips wherever he goes and you will be the princess passenger.

♤ off stream game nights with just cozy games or board games alongside a nice bottle of wine.

♧ Random dates, ranging from escape rooms to a pottery class or just a night assembling legos.

♤ strange and funny couple photos, he would also have a whole album on his cell phone with photos of you distracted.

♧ You would be the funny couple, the type who posts weird photos imitating memes like this on your feed:

♤ He would be your biggest fan and support you in everything, he would do everything in his power to help like if you want to study something or just start a new hobby.

♧ He is the type to show love with physical touch, he loves to hug, cuddle or just hold hands.

♤ He would show you his culture, be it Spanish words, music, food and also take you to visit Mexico.

♧ If you are also from another country, he would love to know everything about it and would make an effort to learn the language (if not English or Spanish) and would also visit.

♤ I feel like he would be a little insecure, he thinks he doesn't deserve you and that you are too much for him, so be kind to this man he is just a baby!!

♧ He would invite you to the QSMP, if you are a content creator, but even if you are not, he would place you as one of the administrators or one of the eggs.

♤ You would know the entire QSMP plot and he would ask for your opinion and ideas for the lore (if you don't participate).

♧ You're the only person he lets see him without his hat.

♤ flirting and stupid pickup lines over text messages, and if you live far away from each other you would spend 24/7 on FaceTime.

♧ Affectionate nicknames in Spanish such as Mi Corazon, Mi Amor, Mi Princesa or Mi alma.

♤ You would wear matching robes to events or on dates, he would probably have an "I Love My Girlfriend/Boyfriend" t-shirt with your picture on it that he would wear at every opportunity.

♧ You would probably be one of those people in the future who say "I'll talk to my husband, he's a lawyer".

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◜Quackity x Brazilian! Reader Headcanons◞

┊ ᝰ﹕Fluff, SFW, Gender Neutral

┊ ᝰ﹕Just a small special post for QSMP Cast in Brazil International Day

♤ He would like to know about the culture of your country, the music, the traditions, the food.

♧ He would make an effort to learn Portuguese, much more than we already have today, which are things like Quackity talking about having shit himself or his balls LOL

♤ He would definitely buy a Brazil shirt.

♧ He would ask you to create a playlist with only Brazilian songs of all genres for him.

♤ I feel like he would also learn some classical songs or Bossa Nova on the guitar.

♧ He would 100% do several streams with you where he cooks Brazilian food from the classic rice and beans to coxinha and brigadeiro.

♤ Videos tasting Brazilian drinks and him getting extremely drunk at the end.

♧ He would go on a trip to visit Brazil, something he has already done, after all at the exact moment I am posting this blog he is in Brazilian territory (you guys have no idea how much I screamed about this!!!!).

♤ I think that in this relationship there would be a great cultural exchange, where you show him your culture at the same time that he loves teaching you things about Mexico.

♧ When he came back he would probably very excitedly tell everything to the chat.

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ੈ✩‧₊ Hey guys! all good? I hope so, today I came to ask you a question about a fanfic I've been thinking about writing, I'll leave the information below followed by a poll, don't forget to vote <3

↳ It will be a fanfic that alternates between written chapters and social media

↳ It will be a Quackity x Brazilian Streamer! reader

↳ It will be written in YN and feminine gender but I can try to write it in neutral gender

↳In short, it would be about a Brazilian streamer who is invited to QSMP and ends up falling in love with Quackity so they both have to deal with the distance and their personal problems.

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chattttt my hyperfixations are slowly fading and now I’m obsessed with quackity #sendmerqsabouthim sfw or nsfw!

ok im writing today LOOLLLLLL sorry college kickin my butt👅👅

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Quackity x Reader - Chapter 1 : The Cartel

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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