#quackity angst

[kirarisoul]

boyfriend!alex

boyfriend!alex who keeps your face, name, and whole being private from fans, all they know is of your existence.

boyfriend!alex who occasionally posts you on his story, but your face is always conveniently out of sight. a picture of you from behind, sitting on the grass before the sunset, you walking ahead of him on a walk.

boyfriend!alex who follows your private instagram, keeping fans wondering as your cryptic username and profile picture sticks out amongst his following full of verified accounts.

boyfriend!alex who mutes as soon as you come into the room, switching immediately to his starting soon screen, and comes back like nothing even happened.

boyfriend!alex who occasionally keeps little clips of your voice and conversations between you two in vlogs, to make sure fans still know you’re with him.

boyfriend!alex who has his hood up and sunglasses on when out and about with you.

boyfriend!alex who almost turns down pictures with fans when recognised with you, but takes them anyway after a small shove by you.

boyfriend!alex who playfully but seriously tells the fans to not mention or post you if they see him irl.

boyfriend!alex who takes you on all his trips with his other streamer friends, but strictly makes sure they do not post anything with your face or identity.

boyfriend!alex who mentions you and tells stories about you when he’s in VC in friend’s streams, but has no mention of you in his owns streams, all so he doesn’t have to deal with chat.

boyfriend!alex who would cancel streams for you.

boyfriend!alex who sadly wouldn’t bring you to award shows, because he values your ability to lead a normal life over anything else.

boyfriend!alex who seriously threatened his fans about leaving streaming when a leak of your instagram account and name was posted to twitter.

boyfriend!alex who leaves the little girly things you own around his apartment, sometimes in streams, to keep fans aware.

fiancé!alex who privately proposes to you.

fiancé!alex who posts a picture of your hand, adorned by a huge diamond ring, holding his to twitter with no caption.

husband!alex who has a secret, intimate wedding, with only friends and family.

husband!alex who posts some of your wedding photos to his instagram, with your face covered by an unsightly grey dot, as he cares more about your privacy than the way his instagram feed looks. that’s the most fans have and probably ever will see of you.

husband!alex who posts another candid, beautiful photo of you from your honeymoon to his account. except, the smallest bit of your side profile, your breathtaking smile, is left in the photo. hours later, viral tiktoks and twitter posts show up, and this is the only picture fans use of you for years.

husband!alex who wears your hair ties and matching jewellery loud and proud on streams.

husband!alex who posts an ultrasound picture to his story one day, with a small ‘:,)’ caption.

alex who loves you so kindly, softly and immensely, putting you above all else.

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#embarassed to post this cs it’s my first post like this. i’ll do more tho i like them. also thinking of writing more so i might make a masterlist.

[shr00mr4t]

Hehe :'(

[ill-consequences]

Alex Quackity X F! Reader angst

Prompt: you meet your ex boyfriend Alex at a bar accidentally.

Guys I didn't proof read this so excuse mistakes 🙏🏻

Also requests are open so feel free to ask anything!

"Are you ready yet?" Your friend Hadleigh asks as soon as she comes over, sitting down on your bed.

"Yeah just gotta do my eyeliner- I SWEAR whenever I need it to look good it looks like shit" You say sat down with a mirror in front of you taking out your eyeliner from your beauty case, earning a chuckle from the both of you.

You and Hadleigh have known each other for a long time, actually since middle school and you've been through everything together, from making slimes together to rolling up joints or getting black out drunk together.

"Nevermind it actually... Does it look good? Do they look like twins or cousins?" You ask turning around.

"It's good! Don't try to re-do it, it's perfect this way, also you probably won't have time to, Micheal is almost here"

"Great then" You answer back before getting up to put some essentials in your purse and when Micheal, a friend of Hadleigh, honks to let y'all know he's outside, you actually don't make him wait.

"Incredible! Hadleigh's on time!" He says as you two open the back door to his car getting a few laughs from the other two friends of their.

"Yeah shut the fuck up usually we're late because she is slow" Hadleigh says smirking at you.

Once you finally get to the bar, you don't really expect anything out of the ordinary, just some friends of Micheal, and Hadleigh also didn't know them so you wouldn't stand out as an outsider too much.

But as soon as the dread of seeing your ex boyfriend sat at a table sets in, you suddenly don't care about being perceived as an outsider that much anymore, which gives some kind of relief.

Until other people from his table start waving at Micheal and their other two friends that rode with you and Hadleigh here.

As you make your way towards the table your heartbeat increases and you just look back at Hadleigh with a mortified look on your face.

"Girl-"

"Girl I know."

"It's going to be fine the rest of them probably don't even know you, I don't think he'd tell them about you"

"I guess... But still what the fuck am I supposed to do just ignore him or try to chit chat..." But your worried whispers get interrupted once the attention turns to you two.

"So this is Hadleigh..." As Micheal introduces you, y'all all sit down, obviously you and Hadleigh sit next to each other, and your heart skips a beat when you realize that opposite to you is seated Alex.

As some of the people at the table ask a few questions to you and Hadleigh, Alex silently listens to the conversation, or maybe not as he already knows everything there is to know about the two of you: Hadleigh is your loyal best friend, prom queen of senior year and top notch theatre kid, and you are his ex girlfriend, bitter to look at and someone he tried so hard to forget.

What went down isn't necessarily hard to explain: in highschool you got assigned a project with Alex and afterwards started hanging, it wasn't long until you started making moves at him and you two were friends with benefits long before you two actually got together. You hadn't planned to get with him for starters because he was too sweet and a loser, which is just the formula that makes a male manipulator from what you've learnt from your past experiences, but after he kept that persona up for months you thought that maybe he wasn't like them other boys.

And he wasn't. But you weren't that same lover girl anymore, that was never appreciated and honestly, at a subconscious level, you felt like it was maybe even right to be the asshole for one time.

And so came to be the arguments about the stupidest things.

"Why the fuck were you talking to that bitch? You know how I feel about Sarah- oh my god it's like you don't even care about the things I've told you about" You almost shouted at his face.

"I'm telling you she just asked for the homework I didn't mean to-" And he tried so hard to de-escalate the situation but you just wouldn't listen.

"Oh yeah of course!" And then you went on and on about the same stupid argument you knew was futile until you left leaving him a mess. And feeling like it was his fault.

Or maybe when he'd be the one to 'start' an argument.

"I don't get why you have to get mad at me, it's not that I don't wanna go out, I'm telling you my mom won't let me"

"That's the same lame fucking excuse you use every time. I just want to see my boyfriend but god forbid his bitch of a mother won't let him! I bet it's because she doesn't fucking like my ass! What have I even done to her?" You angryly speak to your phone.

And when he tried explaining to you that it was nothing personal you'd just sigh and mumble something and hang up, then ignore his calls and texts.

You were draining him and you knew it, and yet you couldn't be bothered to feel bad.

Obviously it was you who broke up with him, after all it wasn't the first time you've done this, only this time it was going to be permanent and you knew it.

You had gotten in a big fight with your parents, were failing a few classes and just had a major falling out with a friend and the stress was simply taking over you... Until you shut down, finally taking a look at how you've been self sabotaging every aspect of your life and sometimes the lifes of the people around you.

And when Alex and you went out, you just dropped the bomb on him.

This time he was the hysterical one.

"Have I done something?"

"No Alex, it's-"

"Don't say that! You always say that and it always ends up being a lie so just be honest now and spare me!" He said, his voice trembling being the only audible thing during the night.

You shifted around on the bench that you two were sitting on to better look at him.

"It's nothing you've done Alex!" You raised your voice, shutting him up and you sighed "I'm trying to get one thing across and it's that I'm a bad person towards you, Alex."

The silence filled the air for just one moment before you spoke up again.

"And I want to say that I'm sorry, I know what I was doing, I know I was wrong and I know that if I really wanted to I could've been different. But I wasn't, for various reasons, but not because of you, it's not your fault I've acted this way and it's not your fault I'm leaving you

And I'm leaving you because I'm too ashamed and proud to fix this, I need to let you go and work on myself and I cannot do that if I also need to fix us. I just can't and I'm sorry and-"

For the first time you were the one to stop mid sentence to hold back tears "And as for you, I hope that tonight I gave you the answers to the countless questions you'll ask yourself."

You had gotten up and said "You're a sweet person, Alex, don't change because of me, you just got unlucky ending up with me and when you'll find the right person your gentle personality will be rewarded."

You have no idea what happened to him after that, usually he'd text you after you had broken up with him, but not this time, and it was a relief, hoping he'd finally understood that it's better this way.

And here you are sitting in front of him, changed, grown.

And here he is changed, grown.

The table is filled with different people having different conversations and you occasionally look over at Hadleigh that gives you a little smile each time to calm yourself down, almost reminding you that you're not that person anymore.

But that doesn't necessarily mean you don't feel like shit for what you've done.

As Hadleigh chit chats with some guy sitting next to Alex, you sometimes glance over at him, honestly you don't even know if you're doing so to see if he also tries to steal glances at you or if you're reliving that whole period of your life each time you notice the little moles on his face that you love so much.

When he chimes in, his voice is the loudest to your ears even tho he still speaks in that same calm tone. Your body shuts down for a second, you don't know if it's your heart that skipped a beat or if you're about to throw up.

You're basically sweating- melting at the unreal situation that's playing out in front of you but it's only when your eyes meet Alex's and you finally acknowledge each other for the first time tonight that you can feel your consciousness getting pulled to the back of your mind.

It lasted maybe two or three seconds, but your guys' slightly glossy eyes speak volumes to the other.

As you lean back in your seat, getting overwhelmed by the living reminder of your mistakes, you turn to Hadleigh and somehow manage to blurt out some words.

"Wanna go out for a smoke?"

When she turns around to face you she doesn't really feel like it, but seeing your eyeliner melting off at the edges of your eyes is enough for her to immediately get up.

"Sure! Guys we'll be back in a few we're going out for a smoke break"

You basically rush her to the smoking area and light up a cigarette.

"Dude I cannot be in there" You say pacing back and forth.

"Girl it's ok" She says gabbing you by both your shoulders "Listen up: you're seeing this from your point of view, the way I'm seeing this is that he is completely calm and doesn't seem upset or uncomfortable"

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, it's been a couple of years, he's over all of that"

"Ok..." You chat a bit while finishing your cigarettes before walking back in.

The night goes on normally, everyone talks and is having fun, you get to hear Alex's laugh but you two don't directly speak to each other, and you're too afraid to start a conversation with him.

The fact that now you are the one scared to talk to him is almost funny, this train of thought of yours gets interrupted when some of the party, including Hadleigh, that did ask if it's okay to leave you alone here, goes to grab another drink for everyone and only few of you are left.

The part of the table where you and Alex are is silent, but not necessarily uncomfortably silent, more of a mutual understanding silent.

"So how've you been?"

You turn to face him.

"Mh?" You say making sure he's talking to you.

"How... I'm sorry this is stupid" He says looking away.

"Oh no! I've been good- I've been better... It's not stupid I just wasn't sure you were speaking to me..."

He slowly and carefully looks back at you, both his eyes gloomy again.

"How about you..."

"I've... Gotten better over time, now I uhh... I've been pursuing my Twitch career- I don't know if you remember-"

"Of course I remember! How's that going?" You say smiling at him as he struggles to find the right words and a shy smile also creeps on his lips.

"It's been good... Really good..."

He starts rambling about Twitch and YouTube, and you listen intently as if you don't already know he's become successful, he did pop up on your social media a few times before.

You get slightly interrupted by the others who came back with your drinks, Hadleigh hands you your Sex on The Beach and smiles at you.

"Thanks" You say before turning back to Alex with a bigger smile than you wanted to admit.

"How's your uhm, job?" He asks awkwardly, as he's being careful with his words you hope it's not because he's still afraid of your old outbursts but rather doesn't quite know how to handle the new situation just like you.

You answer his question and from then on you chit chat a bit, for the first time you match his calm way of doing and the conversation seems to come to an end too soon.

You all head out, everyone talking a bit before inevitably leaving.

And while you're standing next to Hadleigh, not really tuning into her conversation with Micheal, you once again steal glances at Alex.

You once again get nervous when you notice him walking up to you.

"Hey" You precede him.

"Hey..."

You turn around completely leaving behind the rest of the party, anyway neither of you know what to say.

The silence hangs over you before you take a deep breath and decide it's time.

"I'm sorry, Alex"

It was physically hard, bringing everything back with words.

"... It's ok"

You both speak up at the same time only to interrupt each other "Oh sorry, you go" you say "I just- I was hurt... Not only because you left... But what you said to me, that night, it helped... And, from what I can tell by talking to you tonight, it was genuine, the things you told me...

I'm glad you were honest with me in the end"

"I guess that was the only way I could've showed you that I cared about you, but I- it didn't excuse what I did, it didn't make it right, and I want you to know that I'm sorry I put you through that"

"Girl are you ready to go?" You turn around to see Hadleigh waving for you to head back to the car with her.

"Yeah, I'm coming..." You say before turning back around to Alex.

You open your mouth to say something like bye or goodbye or see ya but nothing comes out and it's so pathetic but so real at the same time and Alex sees this, he sees you being at a loss for words for him for the first time.

Without warning he slowly embraces you into a hug, and you hug him back, it doesn't last long and when you split he mumbles bye to you.

"Bye, it was nice seeing you" and without waiting for a response you smile at him, turn on your heels and leave him behind.

[quack-tity]

Just Let Me In

cw: Hurt/Comfort, Overworked!reader, CC!reader wc: 1485 Side Note: kind of a vent for me, but I'm sure there are a lot of you who are going through the same thing. make sure to take care of yourselves <3

It was another night of no sleep. You've grown accustomed to this set up at this point, of nights where you don't sleep, where you can't sleep.

You don't know when it became difficult to sleep, just that you went to bed one night, and watched the sun rise without shutting your eyes once, despite how heavy your eyelids felt.

Alex was the first to notice. Of course, he noticed everything when it came to you...

"Cariño," He said one time during face time, you noted his furrowed brows, how he looked at you through the screen, trying to piece something together without knowing what he was really looking at. "Did you get any sleep at all last night? You look exhausted."

"I haven't slept all week." You told him nonchalantly, his expression was unreadable. You notice him opening his mouth, but you cut him off. "It's not a big deal. Besides, you're just as guilty as I am of this, Alex."

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to.

The second to notice was your streamer friends.

"Yo, you good?" Seb asked you after you ended stream, logging out of the game you both had been streaming together. "You look worse than an actual zombie."

"Gee, thanks for the compliment." You rolled your eyes, trying to keep it lighthearted.

Key word: trying.

"I'm serious," Seb pressed, sounding a bit concerned. You didn't like it. "You sounded like you were gonna pass out or something during stream."

"I'm fine, Roi, just... just tired. I'm heading to bed right after we hang up for the night." You tried to sound convincing.

Key word: tried.

And failed, as Roier went quiet for a minute before relenting, choosing to believe your obvious lie.

It wasn't completely a lie though. You did go to bed, and you did try to sleep. You just couldn't.

Unfortunately, Seb and Alex were not the only ones to call out the insomnia you were steadily developing. You just kept trying to reassure them all that you were okay, or that you'd be okay eventually.

Key word: trying...

The last to notice were your fans. Honestly, you were more surprised that they hadn't noticed sooner, considering they acted like they knew everything about you.

octokitty: you look tired, streamer, i hope all is well <3<3<3

isleofsophie: wow, those bags are bigger than my suitcases!

miketheyork: they look like they haven't slept in ten thousand years!

"Guys, I'm fine." You tell your chat during another stream. "Just going through a restless spurt. I assure you all, all is well on my end." You lied, and you were sure they knew it was a lie.

Because not even you found it convincing.

The breaking point was toward the end of the second week, two weeks of a mix of terrible nights of restless sleep and straight up getting no sleep at all.

There's just too much to get done. How could you possibly try to sleep when there's so much that still needs your attention?

You had just signed off of stream for the night before burying your face in your hands, shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. You felt awful, exhausted to no end, drained and hopeless.

You hear a knock on the front door. At first, you chose to ignore it, assuming that the sleep deprivation had finally caught up to you and chose to begin making you hallucinate right then and there.

But the knock came again, followed by the sound of your phone ringing.

You didn't check the caller ID, too exhausted to read the name. "Hel—"

"Open the door." Alex's voice comes through the other side of the call.

You straighten in your seat at his voice, breath catching in your throat. "What?" You question, unsure if you heard him right. "Alex, what are you—"

"Just... come open the door, baby." He says, before hanging up.

You lower your phone, shocked by the call before setting the device down and making your way toward the front door.

You crack the door open a bit, and to your shock, there he stood, duffle bag in one hand, his phone in the other. He looked like he just rolled out of bed.

"What... what are you doing here?" You ask. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but—"

"I'm here to make sure you actually take a minute to fucking sleep." He said, stepping into your apartment, shutting the door behind him. He looks around, noting how everything seemed... scattered.

Plates were on your living room coffee table, papers and journals were laid out on your kitchen counter going over an upcoming project you were working on, and your garbage looks as though it hasn't been taken out all week.

"I wish you had told me you were coming," You tell him, walking into your kitchen to scoop up your opened journals that you haven't actually touched in two days, "... it's not as bad—"

"Don't," He cuts you off, his voice softer now. "Don't finish that."

You don't. Instead, you look down at your journal and pick at the worn binding. You hear him walk up behind him before you feel his arms wrap around your waist, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. The close contact makes you shudder.

You didn't know how touch starved you were until now.

"... When's the last time you slept, cariño?" Alex's hands pressed flat against your stomach through your clothes, thumb rubbing a lazy circle. 

You shake your head, not trusting your voice to give an answer. 

That was enough for him to know that it's been long enough. Alex pulls back, turning you around so you are facing him now. "Do you know why?"

You can't bring yourself to look him in the eye, but he raises a hand to grip your chin softly, guiding your gaze to meet his. "It... There's just... I have too much to do, Alex. I can't fall behind, or it'll never get done. If it doesn't get done, it'll jeopardize my entire career, and I can't afford to lose my career, I can't handle that—"

"Shh, shh, cariño, breathe." His hands rub up and down your arms as your shoulders begin to shake.

You shake your head again. "I can't, Alex, that's the problem!" You snap unintendedly. "I can't breathe, I can't sleep, not with everything that needs to get done, it's like all the projects, all the fans, their hands are coming through the screen and pushing me down into a tub of water, I feel like I'm drowning."

Alex falls silent for a moment, his hands gripping your shoulders a bit tighter with an unreadable expression.

At first, you thought he might be mad at you for snapping, which made you feel guilty as you hadn't meant to, you knew he was just worried, that he was just trying to help.

But then he pulls you closer, arms wrapping around you, chest pressed against yours, bringing your head to his shoulder. And as you feel a form of wetness against your cheek, you realize he's holding you because you're crying.

"You're not drowning, baby..." He whispers into your ear, running a hand through your hair while the other pressing against your lower back. "You don't have to deal with this by yourself. I'm here. I'm always here, even if we're miles apart, I'm still capable of answering my fucking phone. I don't care if it's two in the morning and I just fell asleep an hour before you call me, you don't ever let it get this bad. Okay?"

Alex pulls back to look at you, his hands moving to cup your face, thumbs wiping your tears as they fall. "Give it to me, I can take it."

Your arms wrap around him in an instant, yanking him close to you again as you break down. He didn't say anything further.

He didn't judge.

He didn't feel disgusted by your tears and snot on his hoodie as you cried heavily onto his shoulder.

He didn't get annoyed when your tears would slow only to come back in full force.

Alex just held you close, even when your legs gave out and you both sank down to the floor that hadn't been swept all week, even when sleep finally found you in the form your tears exhausting you and his arms around you felt like a warm blanket shielding you from the cold.

He didn't let go.

Not when you finally fell asleep against his chest while the both of you sat on your kitchen floor, not when he carries you to your room and lays you down on your bed and he crawls in beside you after kicking off his shoes. He stayed right by your side, holding you close, running his hand through your messy hair, and eventually fell asleep with you on his chest.

[f-fuyuma]

Funtime No-time

Protector!Quackity X Security Guard!Female Reader

🍧 - angst/horror

Authors Note: Hello my lovely Angels, I’m sure you’re all surprised to hear from me after being gone almost a month, hm? I went away on quite a bit of a hiatus due to my sister passing away the day before Halloween. I didn’t abandon you all, and I most definitely didn’t forget about this fnaf fic I promised you all! This isn’t a romantic fic at all, it will hold angst and horror, with hope near the end! Q’s face will not be revealed to reader at all, he is said to be faceless for reasons! I hope you guys can enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!<3

Warnings: Pure horror within bits, mentions of the hanging guards in the Sister Location game! Angst, reader comes to find out what happened to q while he was a guard there! And I think thats it!

Triggers: Blood, mentions of hanging, reader ends up with cuts and scratches from escaping Ennard, and a third degree burn from someone on her hand at the end!

Your first day as a Security Guard at the sister location had gone shaky. Your second day was a little easier. By your third day you had learned your tasks, but things were getting strange. Your fourth day wasn’t easy like the previous day, it was stressful and had you rethinking your life decisions.

When you walked into the location on your fifth day, you could already feel something off. All the lights were on, which wasn’t a normal thing, and there were tools all over the vents. Listening into the handy helper voice, you heard them mention that two other men had been here doing repairs.

You wondered where they were now and why they left all these tools around. Surely they knew they’d get in trouble for leaving things behind….right?

Fear felt like a hot injection shooting through your veins as you checked the lights on the right side where funtime foxy usually resided.

Instead was the hanging shadow of a man, he wasn’t moving, and only then did you realize why the tools were left behind. You tried to dial up the owner of the location while checking the left side, and let out a startled gasp when you saw another hanging shadow.

They hadn’t just carelessly left their things there for you to pick up. They had been hunted and murdered. You didn’t know what to do. Your hands were shaking so bad that you were sure you’d lose grasp of the ringing phone in them. When the owner didn’t pick up on the fifth ring you decided to leave him a very panicked voicemail before calling 911.

Once 911 got here, they could power down the animatronics, check the cameras, and retrieve the two bodies. She wouldn’t be dragged into some sudden investigation.

Thoughts and plans running through her head as she turned to leave through the vent only to realize it had been shut. It must’ve been an emergency response, but how would the location have known there was an emergency.

You jumped almost ten feet in the air when a static, hoarse voice rang loudly through the intercom that your handy helper usually spoke through, “ Move quickly. Ballora gallery. “,

You did as the voice said slowly, cautious about listening to people but the voice sounded human enough for her to follow it. Ballora was nowhere in sight as you walked quietly through the gallery.

Something watched you silently from the shadows though. Ballora wasn’t there but the mess of wires was. Waiting to make its move.

When it saw you pull open a door, it was quick to stand in front of you, slamming the door shut and reaching for your body when wire fingers. Enjoying the loud cry of fear you let out as you quickly backed away.

Pain was the last thing you felt as you ran in the opposite direction, your arm was bleeding, you could feel the dribble of blood as you ran. You had seen photos of the animatronic named ennard, but assumed it had been trashed before you were hired in due to never actually seeing it.

Oh how wrong you were though. You could hear it following close behind but on the ceiling, crawling after you fast.

You wished this was just a bad dream that you could wake up from. Looking around for another exit in the darkness of the room. You couldn’t slow down and you couldn’t look behind you. It was right there, if you stopped it would snatch you up in a matter of mere seconds. “ go right. Fast. dont even think twice. “, there was that damn voice again.

You wondered if someone else were in there with you, maybe they were watching you on the cams and leading you to them so you could escape together.

Your questions were answered as you set sight on a door with the word “exit” above it in bright red lettering. Quickly pulling open the door, the thing was quick to grab onto your shirt from behind.

Pulling away from it with all your might, but not being able to do much due to the wired monsters strength. Watching a glowing blue human shamed hand come out of the brightness of the doorway in front of you.

You grabbed ahold of the hand without a second thought, feeling a strong burning sensation as you’re pulled through the doorway. The door is slammed shut behind you. Looking forward to see who the hand belonged to, but not actually seeing anyone.

You knew they were still there, just hidden by the bright lights that felt like they were burning away your sight. Suddenly finding your voice and calling out shakily to the person,

“ who are you..? Where are you? “. The person didn’t immediately answer your questions, and even when it did, it only answered one.

“ Alexis. “, you could hear movement and a door to the left opening to reveal the outside world where you could hear sirens coming near. A door on your right opened and closed.

Only now did you realize that the man who had been talking to you had gone back into the building. You wondered why but didn’t think twice on escaping out the doors. Looking back suddenly when a sudden heat singed your clothes, staring at the fire with wide eyes.

The cops pulled into the parking lot of the now burning location and rushed to you to ask what had happened. Your only reply was, “ he helped me escape. “. They assumed you were attacked by someone who broke in based on the cuts you had and that you got the burns from pushing open a burning door.

You were driven home in a cop car after the paramedics fixed you up. The cops told you to take a bath and get some rest after the long day you had, but that wasn’t at all what you did. You needed to find him. You needed to find the man…the thing that helped you escape.

It took you hours to find his identity. An article catching your eye that had a sub-title of, “New guard found dead in Fazbear Sister Location”. You assumed maybe this was a guard who had previously worked there and maybe died, thinking this could help you find your helper.

Thats when you saw it. A name at the start of the first paragraph of the article had your eyes widening and your hands shaking. The article wasn’t about just any guard who had died there before you. No it was a name that shook you to your absolute core. The name of the man who had saved your life. The name of the thing that had helped you escaped.

There was the name Alexis in big, bold, print. Your savior.

Authors ending note; wow o wow, that was definitely something! I actually loved writing this, and it ended up being much longer than I planned, but I don’t mind! Maybe one day I’ll write a part two of this and you guys can find out more about what happened to Q! Next on my list for writing is part one of my l0ser=l♡ ver txt mini series which will consist of five parts, one for each member and based around their parts in the mv! After the first one I will probably continue with our streamer series and then part two of the txt series, and so on! Until next time, My Angels 🫶

[whygalaxy]

Senseless jealousy

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "You're Quackity's girlfriend. But the fans wanted him to be with Wilbur. You get threats and hate mail and Quackity gets mad."

♡⃕ Inspiration} The inspiration came from stonermujer, from this post.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I'm sorry for anything. {I feel like I should mention this, I made and published this fanfic before Willbur's exposed. I just wanted to say that I don't support him or his attitudes, but I won't edit it so as not to lose the meaning}

On Valentine's Day, Alex decides to open a stream and, after obtaining you consent. He decides to introduce you, his girlfriend, to his audience.

He decided to do a romantic stream, from you two cooking a cake, everything was going well. The public quickly accepted you, of course, there were some stupid comments in between, but they were crushed by the vast majority and quickly deleted;

The stream had been perfect. You laughed a lot, you joked a lot, you threw flour at each other. It was a fun stream… But it didn't take long for the peace to end.

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You were lying on the couch, relaxing, the day after the Stream. It didn't take long for Alex fans to discover your Twitter and Instagram, and of course they would have negative comments. About your looks, about your body, about how you're only with Alex for money. You already expected it, so you didn't care.

But one comment caught you attention… "She's so ugly, Quackity should be with Wilbur." “What the fuck?" you think to yourself, your brow furrowing. You'd hate to admit it, but you were always a little jealous of Wilbur, how close Alex and him were, and how they were seen as a couple by most people in Fandom, especially during DSMP. You hated this feeling, after all, Wilbur was a good friend to both of you. So that comment really got to you.

You got up and headed towards Alex office where he was editing something. He hears you open the door and turns to look at you, noticing your sad face. “Mi amor, what happened?”, he says in a worried voice. You walked over to him and sat on his lap, showing him your phone, he read all the negative comments you received. He just put down your phone and kissed your cheek, telling you to ignore the comments, that people would get used to you soon.

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You did this, you tried to ignore these comments, thinking they would lessen over time… But, you were wrong.

As time passed, more and more comments of this kind began to emerge even more.

“You’re a slut, Quackity should be with Wilbur.”

“You’re stealing Wilbur’s spot.”

“Why can’t Quackity dump you and just be with Wilbur???”

“What did he see in you that Wilbur doesn’t have?”

“If you don’t break up with him, I will kill you.”

And several other comments you received. This was crossing the line, there were people saying that you and your family should die!

Alex noticed you were becoming distant, you told him everything that happened. All the threats and comments you received;

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“This just got out of hand!” Alex says in an irritated tone seeing the types of comments you had received. “Calm down, I think with time they will st-”, you are stopped from finishing the sentence by Alexis, shouting “NO! THIS SIMPLY CANNOT CONTINUE LIKE THIS! THEY ARE THREATENING YOU!”. Your eyes widen when you see Alex raising his voice, he almost never yelled at you…

You look away, sad. He lets out a sigh, playing with his hair before placing his hand on your chin, making you look at him. “Look… I'm sorry for yelling, but this really has to stop… I'll comment on this on stream.”

You nod, knowing this should be discussed before it gets out of hand.

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A few hours later, Alex opened a stream “A serious warning” in the title and it quickly became filled with several viewers, thinking it was about some QSMP announcement. Fans quickly realized that it wasn't going to be a fun and relaxed stream like all the others when the stream finally started. Everything Quackity said was in a serious tone.

“Listen, I've noticed a lot of people messaging my sweet girl. Terrible messages, death threats, for the simple fact that she was with me, and I wasn't Wilbur. Is this serious? Are you so childish that you would threaten someone with death simply because she is “getting in the way” of me having a relationship with Wilbur? I'm with her for a reason, she's a sweet, kind, funny and beautiful person. Wilbur is a good friend, and I never felt romantic interest in him, we just make some jokes. If you call yourself my fan and don't accept my girl, you're not my fan and I don't care if you stop watching me for that stupid reason. I hope this stops after this stream, these messages stop, I don't mind starting to take drastic measures.”

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A few weeks after Alex long speech on the subject, the messages dropped dramatically. Of course they didn't stop, but you received much less than before, but you ignored these messages.

You were much calmer now, not paying so much attention to those hateful messages, knowing that Alexis would always be by your side, always defending you.

<3

[tokischaaaaa]

in august

!alex quackity x !reader

notes!!: based on August by 4rif

warnings: angst, miscarriage, death

word count: 681

why did we let ourselves get lost? in something that was never meant to be…

y/n and alex had been struggling for a while now, their relationship caught in a relentless cycle of fights and silence. they tried, really tried, to fix things, but the cracks ran too deep. and just when y/n thought alex would walk away for good, she found out she was pregnant.

how could they be together when they could barely hold each other without falling apart?

"coño." y/n whispered, running a shaky hand through her hair. in front of her, three positive pregnancy tests lay scattered on the bathroom counter.

she swallowed hard.

her and alex... they were barely surviving as it was. losing her father had left her drowning in grief, and alex, the one person who tried to keep her afloat, had become the easiest target for her pain. their fights had turned brutal—words flung like daggers, ones they could never take back.

and now, this.

the bathroom door creaked open, startling her, but it was just tiger, her cat. he rubbed against her leg, his soft fur a comfort she didn’t know she needed. she picked him up, holding him close.

"ay, tiger... what am i supposed to do?" she whispered, burying her face in his fur.

"you could tell me."

her breath caught.

alex stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. his voice was softer than she expected.

y/n set tiger down, her throat tightening. "i was going to," she admitted. "but i'm just... confused."

"why, cariño?" he stepped closer.

"because i'm scared." her voice cracked, the weight of everything crashing down at once. "because... what even are we anymore? we fight all the time. how do we fix this? what do we do?"

her vision blurred. her knees buckled.

then darkness. 

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"purple was your favorite color."

the voice was distant, yet familiar. y/n’s eyes fluttered open, the harsh glow of hospital lights making her squint. machines beeped steadily beside her, ivs hooked into her arm.

she groaned, shifting slightly. "what... what happened?"

"you passed out," alex murmured, sitting beside her. his expression was unreadable. "and... you're not pregnant."

y/n blinked. the words sank in slowly. her hand instinctively went to her stomach before falling away.

she swallowed the lump in her throat. "i'm so sorry, alex..."

his brows furrowed. "for what?"

she turned her head toward him, voice barely above a whisper.

"false hope."

alex exhaled sharply. for a moment, neither of them spoke. then he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.

"it's okay," he said, forcing a weak smile. "i just needed you to be okay."

silence stretched between them, heavy and uncertain.

"alex?"

"yeah?"

her eyes met his, searching.

"why did we let ourselves get lost? in something that was never meant to be?"

the room felt impossibly still.

alex opened his mouth, but no words came. instead, he hummed softly, the melody of an old song they used to love.

"see, i wonder about you and think of it all... 'bout all of the times we shared through the fall. i don't wanna wake up without you, girl, i'd be so alone..."

y/n exhaled shakily, tears slipping down her cheeks.

then the pain hit.

sharp. excruciating.

she gasped, her body convulsing as the machines around her blared in warning. her chest tightened, her vision dimming once more.

"y/n?" alex shot up, panic flooding his voice. "y/n—stay with me, okay?!"

her breaths grew ragged.

doctors and nurses rushed in. alex was pushed aside.

everything was slipping.

her fingers twitched as she tried to reach for him one last time.

"we were each other’s world..." she whispered.

alex's lips trembled.

"in august," they both murmured together—one last time.

the machines let out one final, piercing beep.

then...

silence.

alex stood frozen.

too late.

his voice cracked as he whispered into the empty room.

"why did we let ourselves get lost?"

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tokischaaaaa hablas: yea, we in the feels rn :,0

[nikaizkool]

How ab sum late night pregnancy s/o where quackity caught his pregnant s/o getting up for sum tacos from the taco truck late at night ALSO IM GLAD YOU'RE DOING BETTER IM SO PROUD OF YOU MWAHH

: D

he’d be sooooo upsetty spaghetti “you didn’t get me any” and he’d be all pouty and tell your future baby how greedy you are