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summary: she has her doubts but what if Elliot asks them to be their valentine?

description: cappuccino (confused? look at pinned on my page!)

a/n: this is my first fic like this so excuse any cheesy mistakes, experimenting on a new writing style, not proofread! [may be ooc] bold is lines i got from @creativepromptsforwriting

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SHE HAD ALWAYS been the loud one, the one who always said anything on her mind without any regrets, the one who wasn't afraid to voice her opinions or take anyone's shit.

Some people loved that from her, some wished they had her confidence, they went to her to seek some kind of advice in ways to be just like her- and she would always give it to them willingly, but she made sure to warn them.

It scares people off.

For the longest time she had always been in search of someone. Not in the sake of having someone to be with for Valentines day, having someone on their arm and for once not to get weird looks while walking down the hallway all alone with her head down. No, of course not.

She wanted to be loved, to be taken on dates and to be cherished and treated like a princess. She wanted someone who would wake up at 3 a.m. to a text asking for McDonalds and then waiting patiently at the door for the food to come.

Although with this confidence it brought amazing friends who treated her like the princess she ways wanted to be, but that was never enough. None of it was. Sure she loved her friends and would do the same for them but they wouldn't kiss her or hold her hand everywhere. She thought of them like family, nothing more. Except, one.

Elliot.

He might have been the best thing that had ever happened to her. They meet the night of New years at some random upperclassmen's house. Music was blaring and teens where downing shots like it was the last drop of water on earth. Bodies on Bodies grinding on each other as Nicki Manji rapped to some hyped up beat.

It had gotten hot after awhile despite all the windows and doors being wide open by the kids walking in and out of the house. She tried to find a escape route, somewhere to hide out until it was time to leave. Every room was occupied by strangers doing it, the loud sounds that came from their mouths echoed throughout the hall.

She gagged but kept walking, making sure to cover both ears to block out the sound. After awhile she came across a door that had been shut, but there was no sound coming from behind it.

Bracing herself she opens the door to a boy hunched over a washing machine, there was white powder in a line and some coated his fingers and the tip of his nose.

At the sound he jumps back and brushes the grinded up drugs off the machine and onto the floor. After that they became friends.

Friends, was all they were.

But she wanted more, she wanted him to treat her like a princess, she wanted him to get her a costly burger and a small fry. She wanted him.

But she was afraid that he didn't feel the same because she was loud and outspoken and uncaring of what others thought. In some cases the last part would be a good thing but some boys just didn't like that. She thought Elliot was one of them.

No matter how many times Rue, Jules or even a disapproving Maddy tried to convince her that he did in-fact like her, nothing would convince her other wise. Unless he confessed.

that never happened.

which is why she was walking down the hall with her head down and hands shoved into the pockets of her hand-me-down sweater. where's that confidence now?

she was getting those weird stares, she could feel it. it was like medusa was behind you just waiting- wanting you to turn around and look her in the eyes. [y/n] was not going to give her that satisfaction.

she speed walks to her looker, quickly unlocking it and shoving her head inside so far that people wouldn't see her cry almost of embarrassment.

The bright hearts and pink stars that filled the hallway made her sick, she just wanted to take a ladder and rip all of them down just to burn them to shreds. She didn't, that would be selfish and mean to those who had someone. but nonetheless it made her feel lonely and disgusting.

Something within her said that this may be the day where she'd get asked out, something within her said that Elliot would be the one. But the day had just started so it will take time.

Her shoulder dips and the itch of a cut up tank-top brushes the side of her hip, she looks over and sees Jules held onto her side as rue stands beside her swaying her hips.

"hey [y/n]!" jules smiles at her moving to the side to let [y/n] empty out her backpack.

"hi Jules." she mutters trying to ignore the concern look rue was giving her from behind.

"how are you doing?" Jules grabs rue by the arm and pulls her close, [y/n] involuntarily rolls her eyes and looks away.

she shrugs her shoulder and zips the backpack up "could be better, kinda wish that we got this day off like other schools but I guess it's fine."

Jules frowns at her and leans all her weight to her legs, "yeah I know, I'm sorry."

she waves her off and slams the locker shut, it was loud and made some students look her way. "it's fine."

Jules looks at her, then to rue with a defeated look on her face. rue sighs and takes a step forward towards [y/n]. "look, I'm not supposed to say anything but, I heard Elliot was planning on asking you something today." she backs away as [y/n] starts to smile. "but," her face falls "I don't know about what. so just..try not to get your hopes up okay?"

she nods and the group disperses making their way to their morning classes.

4 periods had gone by and nothing had happened. By the time [y/n] had finally lost all hope it was lunch time. The lunch lady's still gave them regular foods but this time there was a side of vanilla pudding, the container was in the shape of the heart and red edible confetti sprinkled in the inside. She threw it away.

She had seen Elliot in the hallways, but every time she looked at him and made sure to keep his gaze on the floor. He would interact with Rue, but not her. He would interact with Jules, but not her. Hell he even talked to Maddy.

Right as she was picking at the soggy mash potatoes she feels a tap on her shoulder, everyone at the table looks up. Confused, she turned around and with a bright smile Elliot takes his hand off of her shoulder and infront of her.

"what?"

Jules and Rue smile at her and nod their heads towards Elliot as if saying - take it idiot! don't ask questions just go-.

Reluctantly she does and tenderly holds her hand as they walk down the hallways of East Highland. Elliot says nothing, keeping his eyes infront of him but rubbing her hand to let her know that he is there.

"Elliot, where are we going?"

He says nothing.

She tries a few more times but gets nothing out of him until he pulls her into a empty classroom that was covered in instruments and sheet music.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

she steps back and looks at him in the eye. There's no way...right?

"what? what're you talking about?"

"I know its technically the day of love and I was really hesitant on doing this because I know you hate the 14th and whatever but I knew I wouldn't be able to do this any other time and-"

she cuts him off and grins "what are you talking about, Elliot."

He doesn't meet her gaze and instead seeks comfort in the celling. He takes a deep breath and wrings his hands together. "I, I like you [y/n], I always have since the first day I meant you. I knew that you were special when you sat down with me in that laundry room and made sure I was safe while doing drugs. You didn't stop me because you knew that I wouldn't. Yet you sat there and made sure I was safe. You always made sure that I was safe." he takes another breath and steps forward towards her, she was shaking, cold sweat going throughout her body as she tried to tell herself that this was infact not a dream.

"How you made me fall in love with you is still beyond me. But I know that I love you and always will, I don't care if you're loud, or you like speaking out for yourself, I love it. Because it makes you seem brave and strong, that's all I've ever wanted, so." he finally looks at her for the first time in 5 minutes, he was grinning hard and nervous tears grew in his eyes. "will you go out with me?"

this was like one of those cheesy Disney movies where the girl gets the guys despite all the worries the girl had within her. She normally would have thought that scenarios like this was gross and cringey but with Elliot that's not the case. something happened today that wasn't bad, he liked her for her and he wouldn't change that for the world.

so, she gives him a sheepish smile,

crew boys x reader (individual)

warning:: mentions of boogies, shit eating, cursing, and all the good things in life.

headcannon + dialogue

inspired by this fic I wrote!

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GEORGE;

wouldn’t come 5 feet near you without a hazmat suit, 2 pairs of gloves, and tape sealing the holes.

it was pretty unnecessary but the man fears germs.

hadn’t gotten sick not once in his life and wasn’t playing onto.

if you needed something you would have to text him 5 minutes prior to let him get ready and assemble ‘the big boy’.

the ‘big boy’ meaning a 6 foot long pool table stick with a Velcro grip at the end.

it works like so, you would take a piece of paper, write would you need on it, and stick it to the Velcro. Then George would pull the stick out from the room and into the living room.

he wouldn’t take the paper directly but instead spray it with Lysol and then take it off the stick.

once he had everything you asked for he would knock on the door with the stick and once it was open he’d shove the tray with the stuff inside.

“…thanks George.”

“no problem. now close the door! you’re letting the sick out!”

😟what.

you wouldn’t question anything.

DREAM;

this man doesn’t fear germs, germs fear him.

literally ate shit when he was younger.

the example of a iron stomach.

he is the opposite of george, would just walk into the room and lean on the door asking, “you’ve been sniffling, what do you need?”

and when you tell him he’d be gone for 2 minutes and then reappear with the stuff in hand.

would touch your hand without care, even if there was like- boogies on it. (that’s so disgusting I am so sorry).

he would sit on the bed next to you and just talk about his day while you’re beating your nose black n’ blue.

all you hear in the background is nose blowing.

“and then sapnap was like ‘don’t be a pussy george!’ which made george-“

“SCHNERRR”

“gesundheit- which made george sooo angry to the point where he killed him!”

hm, okay.

SAPNAP;

I don’t know what this man has done with his life but I know that when he sees something interesting the first thing he’ll do is put it in his mouth.

no matter what.it.is.

so he’s somewhat used to getting sick but at the same time he tries to avoid going through that because it sucks.

he’s a mixture of both dream and george expect he’s not as dramatic as george.

he’ll probably wear like a mask and gloves or something but nothing too extreme.

like george, if you’ll need something he’ll stand outside the door and ask but if you wanted a massage to cure your aching back, without a second thought his hands are on you.

sometimes he forgets to put it on but his immune system is somewhat strong.

thanks texas!

he’ll probably hearing you coughing through the thin walls and text dream something like; “do we have tea?” or “do we have any cough drops left?”

would knock on the door first to let you clear yourself and wait until you said it was okay to ‘advance the threshold’.

he’s really weird but who is one to judge.

he’ll know how lonely it gets when you are sick + by yourself so he’ll come in and use your computer.

most likely will stream in the room with you w/ face cam on but you’ll be blocked by the green screen.

he’d position the monitor so you could still see the gameplay.

his phone would ding during the stream and he’d look down at it in his lap.

“thanks sapnap🙂” it would read.

he’d just send a thumbs up back but with a smile on his face.

QUACKITY;

he would smell the sickness radiating off of you from the next room.

you’d be on your phone and just feel a disturbed presence over you and when you look up quackity would be just towering over you.

most likely say something weird like;

“you’re sick?” you’d shrug “let me wiff.”

WIFF??WHAT???

has the nose of a hound dog.

wouldn’t really care about getting sick, chances of dying from it was low so what was there to be afraid of.

before you could even ask that you needed something this man would levitate towards you with a cup of pineapple juice.

“drink this, it’ll help.”

by the way he was looking at you, you’d think he’d poison it but when you drank it it felt fine, it did get rid of your cough for a couple of hours.

if you are allergic to pineapples (like myself) he’d probably force feed you ginger.

doesn’t taste good but it works.

I think.

KARL;

would think you were dying.

he’d call you to let you know that he’s be coming home late and when he heard your voice it was over.

he’d drop everything he was doing, would go 100 in a 60 zone.

if you were out of anything the first person he would call is jimmy.

and then he would be over in 5 minutes time with a bag filled to the top with stuff from walmart.

both of them would be over you asking questions left or right, it would be best not to even try bother talking over them.

instead you should point a finger out the door signaling that they should get the hell out.

he’d be the one to give you a bell system.

blue bell means you’re out of something and red means you’re in serious danger.

you better ring the shit outta it.

take advantage while you cann!

would be the type of person to get worried and stay outside the door in case something happened.

if you were feeling lonely it’s like Karl has sensors and he’d be in your room with in a second with music.

“what are you doing?”

“playing music, no biggie.”

all you hear for the next hour is turn back time🤷🏾‍♀️.

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@kusuinko

a little spiderman! Sapnap x reader

warning:: blood, minor cursing, etc.

inspired by this fic!

you can take this either platonic or romantic!

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“you WHAT?!”

sapnap rubs his neck sheepishly “fought a couple of bad guys- kicked some ass, no big deal.”

you eye the cuts that litter his face, he gives a painful look as he tries to avoid eye contact. “no big deal? sap you are bleeding on my carpet!”

he looks down at his bleeding stomach and sighs, the hand that was holding the wound together was drenched in blood. “yeahh about that, could you fix possibly fix me up?”

you groan in annoyance but nonetheless go into the bathroom and grab the first aid. sapnap yells a ‘I’m sorry!’ from the bedroom, “where the hell is dream?” you ask, walking back into the room, ushering him to sit down.

he shrugs, tapping the spider icon in the middle of his chest watching it fall from his body and onto the floor. “back at the compound I think, he said he has some homework he had to finish-OW“ he winces when you apply a disinfectant wipe “-but we all know that he finished it already.”

you only nod and and open the box, inside was a pad, needle and string, and a bottle of peroxide. taking out the pad, you uncap the peroxide and pour a little on it and fold it up.

“this is going to hurt a little okay?” slowly raising the cloth up to his bleeding cut. you watch his face contort for a split second, he’s leaning back on his elbows, exposing his bare stomach to you.

the open view gives you a good sight to it for the first time. bruises and scars took over his stomach, weaving under his pecs and taking up part of his arm. some of the bruises were newer, turning black and blue with time- others were yellow going onto green. It wasn’t a pretty sight but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to.

when sapnap first became Spider-Man you were the first one to go to, well- aside from dream and George knowing first, but in his eyes it didn’t count. they worked with the avengers, they were bound to know. he’d think it only counts because you weren’t a super hero, that you were an outsider. a little spy on the inside-outside.

when he got into his first fist fight with some bad guys, got battered and beat up, he dialed a number and right away you answered. just like he knew you would. he came to you limping and bleeding, you scolded him for the next couple days, telling him to be more careful. but you took him gently in your arms and cared for him, gave him some ice and medicine for the pain. he thanked you over and over and over again and all you said was;

“it’s the least I can do for you risking your life for New York. bare minimum.” you’d shrug, patching him up. your hands were covered in blood but you’d look past it, like it was a speck of dirt.

his call woke you up in the middle of the night, all you were wearing were some basketball shorts and one of his sweaters. you didn’t bother fixing your hair, too worried about him and his condition.

He thought you looked like a goddess.

“okay?” you repeated, looking up at him quickly when you got no reply. he shook himself out of his trance and nodded his head.

“yeah, uh- yeah. nothing I’ve never handled before right?” he tried to joke, he only got a disapproving look.

sighing, you try to get a steady hand, “alright.” and press the damp material to the healing gash.

he flinches hard and tries to move from your hand, but with your other arm around his waist it made it hard to “EY, jesus christ that’s cold!”

“I had it in the bathroom, the ac is always on, sorry.” you reply taking the cloth off and wrapping the laceration up with a elastic bandage, you look up at him with a smile and gently pat his stomach.

his eyes shine, the wrap you put around him is fitting and makes it hard to breathe but he doesn’t say anything. “thank you again.” he shows his gratitude by placing a kiss to your temple.

you wave him off and stand to clean up the mess- with him close behind, trying to hide the pink that grew on your cheeks. “it’s nothing.” you dump the trash in a bin next to your desk. turning you see him try and struggle to pick up the first aid. “sit.”

he protests and grabs at the handle, just barely missing it. he pouts, “but-“

“you should be worried about your clothes, not a plastic box.”

he looks down and sees that he was only in his boxer briefs, he catches the clothes you pull out of the draw and hastily puts them on. “yeah, but I wanted to help,” he starts, giving up on the box and opting to sit on the floor instead.

“and I wanted you to sit so you wouldn’t open the wound and hurt yourself, again.” you turn on the faucet in the bathroom, the door was open giving you a direct view of him siting with his head hung low.

he sighs in defeat and picks at the rug, he could no longer see the blood that he unfortunately placed there, what took its place was crayon shreds you used earlier for a science project.

“here I’ll tell you what-“ you swipe your hands on the towel that laid on the rack, drying the rest off on your shorts. you walk over to him and bend down, tilting his head up with your forefinger. “how about I pop some popcorn and we can play video games for the rest of the night, hm?”

he looks over your face for a couple seconds, and leans up to place a strand of hair behind your ear, “deal.”

you smile one last time, pat his knee and say, “I’ll be back.”

a/n: goodbye is back baby! a little filler and the last chapter will be longer!

summary: fears.

warnings: semi- religious talk, cursing, crying, etc.

goodbye

THE AIR WAS becoming toxic, every breath y/n drew in was suffocating. at some points it became so much that they wanted to plug their nose and die.

the sight was sickening, it almost made them feel bad. Tubbo had no right to have their sympathy but yet he had it in his grasp like he owned it.

they had to thank whatever god was above that ranboo had focused on anything but them, one more word spoken would make them spiral. it was hard to think and a fog devoured their mind.

“don’t even think about lying,” he had tubbos face in his grimy hands. forcing his wandering eyes to his purple ones.

tubbo chokes, he debates if it’s a good idea to risk y/ns’ safety even more because- if he did tell ranboo the truth he would discard dreams words and bring them back dead. Or, he would die and who would get Michael?

he lets out a shaky sigh, ranboos eyes grazed his face like a hawk watching its prey, looking for any sign of vulnerability.

“well?” ranboo questions after a beat of silence.

“I-“ he gulps, the pressure of ranboo hand around his face increases with each word. “I had to,” ranboo moves his hand and tightens it around tubbos neck, he yelps at the contact.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me, I had to- please.” his voice is muffled by sobs, thankfully ranboo had some vendetta against tears and retracted his hand back with a scoff wiping it against his shirt. tubbo takes the opportunity to step back and gulp in much needed air.

“you switch up fast y’know? one second you are all for turning y/n to dream and then you're,” he gestures to tubbo who was hunched over the table with a nasty look “this.”

he tuts and turns towards y/n whose glare hardened every-time he moved, if looks could kill he’d be long gone. he takes long steps toward them and shoved them against the wall. they felt the stone piercing their skin, going far enough to draw blood.

scratch what they thanked before, fuck the god that was on duty right now. the sheer pain flowing the rough their body was unbearable, if their pain tolerance was any lower their brain probably would’ve shut down and they’d pass out.

ranboo gives them a frown, scanning their face like he did once before to tubbo. “you look so sad,” he comments fixing their wild hair in place, like how a cat would groom its kitten when they first give a breath of life.

y/n gives a low rumble, pure hatred laced their words “no shit.”

ranboo giggles but he falters “you know what this means right? you gotta come with me. dream has been waiting for you and you can’t disappoint the master.”

what kind of messed up stuff is going on here?

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” they muster up what ever saliva they could produce in their body and spit, directly into his face. “fuck you.”

his whole demeanor changes in a instant, he drops the hand from their hair and wipes the spit off and it lands on the floor with a splat. he watches it falls and shakes his head. "y/n," he sighs grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and ridding his hand of the fluid, "I just want to let you know that you made this difficult-"

last fic for tonight! like I promised!

dream x sick! reader (fluff)

warnings:: none

a/n:: hope you enjoy, I don't think there is any pronouns used so we're good! remember- requests are open!<3

DREAM HAS ALWAYS been the type of friend to notice the smallest things, like a pitch change or if you draw a word out more then others.

so of course he noticed when you weren't in vc and instead in bed watching another episode of Real Housewives.

your phone rings and you reach across the bed with a groan, all your muscles felt like they were on fire.

"yes?" your voice was sore and well worn out, blowing your nose in a used tissue discarding it off to the side next to the cold tea and bag of cough drops. You reach over for the remote, turning the volume down so you wouldn't have to shout over it.

the voice on the other line giggles "you sound like crap."

you roll your eyes and go to grab another tissue, when you pull your hand back out it comes up empty. the tissue box had nothing in it. "I feel like crap."

they hum "you sick?"

you nod in response, trying and stand up from the bed but the weight of your legs felt so much heavier then before it knocked you back down. "mhm, y'know," trying again, waiting a few seconds, and grabbing the dirty tissues throwing them in the garbage. "I blame sapnap for this."

dream laughs, "why, what did he do?"

"made me stand out in the cold, just so I could film him do a kick flip thingy." though your tone was agitated you felt yourself smile at the memory. it took him 6 tries to finally land it perfectly, and the smile that he gave you afterwards was worth the sneeze.

“oh, was it the one he posted on twitter yesterday?“

“yup, dumb idiot has a scar in his ankle. did’ya see it?” downing the rest of the cold tea, you cough and squirt nasal spray in each nose.

he remembers seeing sapnap walking in with a limp but dismissing it as a amateur fall. “nah,” and goes on to say “do you want me to get you anything? tea, soup, cough drops?”

cabinet was stocked with plenty of cherry cough drops, every-time you'd go to open it up packages would fall out. but you did notice the lack of tea containers that usually sat next to them. you didn't want him to spend his money for some over-priced spice in a pouch, even if the man had money. "no, i'm good."

he pauses his game, taking a second to rethink how you said it. "are you sure?" he ask, raising a hand to scratch at his chin, "because you don't sound sure."

"I'm sure, dream." you assure with a smile, placing the empty cup in the sink and turning the heater up because it started to get cold.

dream sighs and rolls his eyes, ignoring what you said. he stands up and grabs his car keys off his desk. "i'll be over in 10, gonna stop by CVS. do you need anything else?"

you throw your head back with a groan, "dream," you draw out walking back to your bed "you're being defiant."

"defiant? me? elaborate."

"i'm not elaborating for shit! you know what you're doing."

he pauses and looks at the phone, "so nothing else?"

you drag a hand over your face and plop down on the pillows, "maybe some lays." you mumble.

dream puts the phone closer to his ear. "i'm sorry what did you say?"

"MAYBE SOME LAYS." you shout louder and faster, a cough builds up in your throat from the stress. that might have been a bad idea.

"knew it, see you in 10~" he teases, unlocking the car door.

"bye dream."

"bye bye."

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pairing: quackity x reader | very much slow burn

au: social media-ish

overview: y/n is a 20 year old streamer and youtuber under the alias suve (sue-vay) with over 1.2 million followers on both twitch and youtube. Being a big streamer along with being the friends of the most famous youtubers is a hard task. Dealing with hate comes along way. A big move causes discourse between friendships and even worse, love. but birds always mate for life, or is science wrong?

warnings: cursing, drug talk, sex jokes, anything else immature grown men would talk about.

schedule: I write when I wanna.

taglist - open

ONE - DRUG DEALS (3/4/22)

TWO - JEALOUSY IN BEDWARS (3/5/22)

THREE - ROUGH DISCUSSIONS AND TWITTER POSTS

FOUR -

FIVE -

SIX -

warning: mentions of drugs but not actual drugs, cursing, etc.

suv3 or suve is y/ns' online name! you can change it :) (sue-vay)

this is something different, I got inspiration from @strawberrymilkgeorge s' series, go check it out!

series m.list | pervious - next

"what time is it again?" y/n asks stretching backwards from their gaming chair. they try and rub the sleep from their eyes, failing but they brush it aside and reach for their energy drink.

their discord pinged and they look over for a split second then returns their attention back to the screen in-front of them.

"who joined?" they ask, crouching three times when callahan runs up to them and drops some quartz. they smile at their screen.

"um, it was quackity I think," dream answers running around breaking blocks. "and it's 3 a.m, for me at least." he mumbles the last part.

"hi quackity," they giggle, hitting callahan once and running away. he follows them close behind, trying to land a couple punches before missing and falling into the lake under the community house. "oh shit he's muted."

a ding soon follows after and quackity unmutes his mic. the sound of his voice is echoed and blotchy yet easy to make out. "hello~" he sings with a cackle, he joins dreams stream.

"hello~," y/n sings back huffing, they let go of their keyboard and try to rub their eyes again. "dream bro, go to sleep. end stream- like right now."

"what?" the tone of his voice is high pitched and drawn out, "suve i-i'm not just going to end stream now, I can't."

"well why not? just do it, don't be a puss bro." they tease, using their phone to open up his stream. 250,000 people had nothing better to do with their lives, and honestly who would blame them. The chat went by quick, only catching a few but they caught a couple of things.

@Demonslayerrfan20: yeah dream do it LOL

@toeclippers: DO IT PUSS, NO MORE MONEY

@arianannotfound: SDFHISUDFOSD SUV3 IS SO FUNNY-

"see your chat seems to agree, just stop, like just quit dude- callahan are you done?" callahan resurfaces from the water after killing himself 5 times. he grabbed a stick and started beating suve repeatedly .

"suve stop being a instigator!"

y/n- who was mesmerized by the speed of the chat, didn't notice that he got their health low. by the time they realized they were at half a heart, they gasp and quickly take ahold of their keyboard. "HALF A HEART-HALF A HEART. CALLAHAN STOP!"

with another click of the mouse the title screen 'You Died!' comes up and y/n slams their fist on their desk and screams.

everyone in the vc laughs and dream wheezes out a, "you sound like george!"

<georgenotfound has joined the game>

quackity unmutes and giggles to himself, "speak of the devil,"

<georgenotfound> WHERE IS SAPNAP

<suv3> obsvoiusly not here dumbass

<callahan> obviously* DUMBASS

<suv3> I know where you live. remember that.

<callahan> o_0

<georgenotfound> WHERE IS JE

<dreamwastaken> sleep omfg

<georgenotfound> WELL TLEL HIMAS TO WAKE UA[

<suv3> join voice bb <3_<3

"why would you invite him to the vc he's so stinky." karl grumbles, the sound of his voice is muffled out by the sleeve of his sweater.

"because suve has a little crush on him," quackity replies.

"i do not!" they agrue.

"do too!"

"do not!"

"do too-!" before he could finish his sentence the discord notification goes off again, signaling that someone had joined vc.

y/n grins and claps their hands "GEORGEE! THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, MY SWEET SUGAR PIE YUMMY YUM."

there's silence from george's end, and then a soft "ew."

quackitys icon lights up green as he screams in laughter, karl and dream chortle.

"shut up this is not funny." they groan and crumple up the monster they were drinking and throw it into the bin across the room.

"I could recognize that sound anywhere, was that a...a monster can?!" karl screeches jumping up and down on his chair. he turned his camera on and in the back were multiple boxes and monster cans everywhere.

"oh my god, karl you freak, how did you know." giggling, they open the small refrigerator by their desk to pull out another.

"hey, when you drink alot of them, you tend to get used to the sound."

"no," dream interjects logging onto hypixel, "I think you just have a addiction."

"hey hey HEY, I don't get addicted, it's merely a...liking."

"'liking' my ass," george comments joining dream. "says the one with a monster can la la land in the back. drink some water."

karl scoffs and goes to pick up the cans but stops when y/n speaks up, "speaking of which, karl I need some more, you think you could hit a girl up?"

in a husky voice, karl gets close to the camera, rubbing his hands together, "yeah, yeah, of course. I got you, what do you want? I got it allll."

y/n copies karls stance but instead of getting close to the camera they get close to the mic. "anything, I just need that good good youknowhatimsayin'?"

he sits back and laughs "dude you're so stupid oh my god."

"they're doing a drug deal! TOS TOS!" quackity taunts.

"what? karl, suve NO!"

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