Hello i wanted to make a request. Imagine c!Quackity didn't have a tub growing up, only a shower, and so he doesn't know how to relax in one. So the reader is stressed one day and wants to take a bath with Quackity. So reader pulls out some bath stuff and Quackity is like "WTF is this?" and thats all I can think of rn. Also can the reader use fae/faer pronouns? -possibly 🌸 anon?
ofc :D i loved discussing this with you to begin with so writing this has been a blast!! and no need for the ‘possibly’, since you are the first anon, 🌸anon!
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cw: none, its just sfw bathing
C!Quackity x Reader: Bath Time
There was a soft sigh as Quackity finished his daily work, pushing the final papers away from him in an attempt to distance himself from work. It was his late day of the week, most of the others in Las Nevadas had gone to their homes for the evening and he was happy to do the same.
He opened the door of his house to silence, which was strange but not enough to bother him. Quackity took off his shoes and jacket, going into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of ice water. He tipped it back, trying to quench the thirst of his walk.
He spluttered and coughed, looking at the doorway to find (y/n). Fae looked concerned as faer walked over and moved some of his hair out of his face.
He scoffed and smirked slightly. “You don’t look so hot yourself, mi vida.”
Fae chuckled and playfully shoved him, watching as he smiled in return. “Why don’t you join me in the bath? It’ll help both of us relax some. I can even make it all bubbly!”
Quackity blinked, his eyes blank. “Bath?”
“You have to know what a bath is.”
“Yeah! Yeah yeah, I just don’t really know much else. Like, what do you do in a bath? Just sit there?” He rubbed the back of his neck, his smile turning more awkward with the passing moments.
“Have you never taken a bath?” (y/n) asked, tilting faers head slightly.
“Would it be weird if I said no?”
Fae paused before reaching out and grabbing his hand. “You’re coming with me. Tonight, we’re gonna take a relaxing bath and then get in pajamas and cuddle.”
There was a pause as he settled into the warm bath. After a moment, his expression softened.
“See? I know you’d like it,” fae joked and reached out of the bath. The bubbles threatened to spill out as faer grabbed a bath bomb. It was a purple rose shape and they handed it to Quackity.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” He sniffed it slightly, a soft hum in response to the smell.
(y/n) giggled. “Put it in the water.”
After a moment of uncertainty, Quackity held the bath bomb underwater. It began to fizz and turn the water a light purple shade. He tilted his head slightly and watched as it fizzed heavily and the surface of the water bubbled. Purple bubbles came to the surface and joined the already made bubbles.
“It feels funny on my hands, is that why it’s called a bomb?”
“I mean, probably.” (y/n) replied and laughed softly, watching Quackity continue to have a fun time with the random bath products.
