✍︎Rᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ Ghostofhell10☕︎

Quackity wasn't having the day of his life. Today God woke up and decided to make his life a living hell just for  fun. That's the only valid explanation for his misery.

He had woken up late and therefore had got ready in a hurry,not even being able to eat a decent breakfast–he'd picked up the first protein bars he'd seen and eaten them on the way.
In all the confusion of the moment he had also woken up Karl and Sapnap,which he absolutely didn't want since it was their day off.

Then,his car had stopped in the middle of the road,with even more than a quarter of an hour to reach his casino. He had had to call the tow truck and then call a cab,spending even more time than necessary.

When he finally got to his workplace–his beloved casino–he found out that some of the forniture were broken and that it would take a while before they could be repaired,and therefore they had to close some rooms and areas to prevent customers from getting hurt.

Locked up in his office alone,as Charlie was doing something else even though he didn't know where,he compiled 2 stacks of useless paperwork–he wanted to bang his head on the desk several times,he hates those things so bad.

So when one of his guards entered his office,informing him of someone who wanted to have a talk with him,he was torn between cry in exasperation or scream in despair.

But since he's a good business man,instead of sending the person away to have a moment's peace,he went down to the ground floor of his property and made his way to the entrance to talk to whatever the person was.

What he didn't expect though,was to find a middle-aged woman in front of his casino. Was she the person who wanted to talk to him? What was she doing here? It didn't seem like a suitable place for her.

"Uhm? Excuse me? Miss?"
Quackity spoke,catching her attention.

"Yes? Do you need anything young man?"
The woman asked,in a strange english accent,as she looked him up and down.

"I was informed that there was someone who wanted to talk to me. Are you by any chance the one?"
He asked politely trying to figure out what would she ever want to talk with him.

"Mhm? So you are the owner of this casino? For some reason it doesn't surprise me..."
The woman mumbled the last part under her breath,but Quackity's ears still caught it.

"Yes-? I am. Why? Needs something?"
he asked finally getting to the point.

He didn't like this woman,her vibe was screaming 'KAREN' from every pore. And right now he really didn't want to deal with someone like that. Heck he wished it was Wilbur in front of him,and you knew how much he hated Wilbur right now. So yeah,the situation wasn't really bright. He just hoped it didn't get worse.

"Actually yes. I recently moved to the area and the noise that the casino causes every night prevents me from resting. I have a very sensitive hearing,you know....so it would be nice if you avoided opening after 10 in the evening. I trust in his competence to understand the seriousness of the situation. A woman needs sleep to be beautiful"
The woman's explanation was so ridiculous that Quackity wanted to bury himself alive and never come out of the hole.

"I'm really sorry miss but what you asked of me is impossible. The casino is only open from 10 onwards because you see,nobody goes there during daylight hours. I'm sorry for the noise caused but I can't stop my business just for this. Also,I would like to remind you that this neighborhood is one that caters this type of business,you couldn't even build a house here...."
He explained as he looked at her from the side.

Las Nevadas was a naton where people concentrated their housing on the sides parts,since the central part was full of attractions and noisy activities:Casinos,bars,restaurants,clubs,arcades,pubs,discos,amusement parks. Everything you could imagine and more. Precisely because of the high presence of all these attractions,it was a tourist destination for people from all over the world. For this reason,every night the city center was always full of people who went back and forth,going out and going to various clubs and shops wanting to have fun.

It wasn't his fault if this Karen-asshole had occupied an empty residence living there,despite knowing about all of this.

"How dare you talk to me like this? You black people are always savages! You shouldn't even be allowed in cities let alone own businesses! I demand to speak to the menager of this place"
The woman yelled in his ear,enraged at having received a negative answer.

Ooooh,if this bitch wants war,she'll get war.

"First off,I'm mexican and not black. But I don't think you knows the difference because that since you only bothered to show yourself superior,with these jewels–and spoiler:are fake–to show up here,you also forgot the the only functioning brain cell you owns. Unless it's already dead from despair."
He began pointing at her as he called out her racist comment.

"And your:'I dEmAnD tO sPeAk To ThE mEnAgEr Of ThIs PlAcE' stick it in your mouth sewer. You have no right to come here and comment on noises when you haven't had enough brains to understand that you can't live here. It's a fucking local government rule! It's not my fault you don't follow them because you think you're sPeCiAl. Plot twist: No,no you aren't,you're like everyone else,you only think you're better when you're just the scum of scum."
He began to rage letting some of his frustration out. Today was clearly not his day.

"You little illiterate! How-"
"Shup up! You're just making a fool of yourself. It's not my fault you're a bitch who came to ruin my day instead of doing what you do best"
"Ugh! Came here you little insolent!"

The situation was 'slightly' escalating...if for 'slightly' we mean the fact that they were trying to pull their hair out. It wasn't Quackity's fault though,it's just a small inconvenience in the course of his horrible day.

"Brainless old hag!"
"Stupid brat!"
"Racist!"
"Negro!"
"OH YOU DIDN'T SAY WHAT I HEARD"
"I DID!"
"You're on bitch!"

One of the casino guards decided to intervene noting the fact that they had started kicking and punching each other besides insulting each other.

"You fucking–Karen of–Walmarts. Hope you fucking–choke and that someone–run you over!"
Quackity said while he was slapped,returning every blow he received.

"Ok...ok,that's it boss.We-we don't really need another dead body,we've had enough of that already. Stop-ok,stay still for a moment please..."
The guard took him away from the woman who in the meantime had pulled some of his hair.

Fucking Karen.

The woman got up from the ground,straightening her dress and looking at him indignantly.
"I will fill a denunciation and a restraining order"
"Guess what? I don't give a fuck! Do want you want Karen!"
He spoke venomously as the guard released him from his grip.

"That not my name you-...."
The woman's screams became background noise as Quackity asked his guards to drag her out of sight.

Both guards nodded to his command and each took the woman by the arm,dragging her away as she shrieked protests.
"I'll call my lawyer! I will sue you! It does not end here! Have you heard?!"

"I really should have bought those earplugs...."
Quackity comments on the scene while he massages his hair into the torn places. That woman will pay him a year at the hairdresser for the damage he caused to his hair,he will make sure of that.

His working day had only started for two hours and all this had already happened. He didn't dare imagine what else could happen and he certainly didn't want to. He just hoped everything was quieter from now on.

After his meeting with the Karen of the day–he swears there's at least one different every week–the guards had advised him to take a tour of the city to relax a little,seeing his completely frustrated state.

At first he refused,but after a few tries the staff convinced him to take a half-hour break,promising to be able to run the casino even without his presence. And then it was day,there was almost nothing to do but prepare the equipment for the evening and night.  So he decided to indulge them,after all a break could only do him good.

As he strolled through the streets of Las Nevadas,joy and pride took over his body. The big and tall buildings,the skyscrapers,the buildings,the roads,...he had built all of this.
With of course the help of Sam,that man always knew one more than the others...

Las Nevadas was his greatest pride. Something he had been able to bring to life after years of imprisonment,a dream that had finally come true after decades of planning and sleepless nights.
But now it was here,concrete,real in front of him. And it was he who had brought it to life.

Many think that his protection was aimed exclusively at the area where he had created his beloved casinò. But they were wrong. Quackity cared for the whole nation,his nation,and not just the area where his profit was generated.

So when,after not even 10 minutes of walking in the most 'rural part' of the nation,he saw a person vandalize one of the buildings....to say he was angry was an understatement.

The building had most of the windows broken,with fire hydrants destroyed even outside in the street,and it was full of not exactly pleasant graffiti...
And the person was continuing his heedless act of having an audience.

"Hey! Hey you! Stop it!"
He screamed starting to march towards him.

The person –he couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl from the clothes– hearing his screams and quick footsteps,turned towards the source and noticing the owner of the casino,he decided to abandon his spray cans and his bat,trying to run away.

At the sight of the culprit trying to escape,Quackity quickened his pace until he started running after the person in a mini chase through the streets.

After a good 5 minutes of running,he managed to grab his arm once he reached a dead end. Little tip if you are being chased:never go in alleys or isolated places,it make everything easier. Try blending into a place full of people or shops,and then try to ask for help. It usually works.

"Fucking finally...Who do you think you are to have the right to vandalizing a building,you little shit!?"
He yelled at him furiously.

"I am......"
The person began to answer. From his deep voice he could finally identify the culprit as a man.

"...your father"
"eh-?..........."

The silence that arose after that stupid answer did not last long,as the boy decided to use his confusion to spray his face with paint of an odious green color.

Quackity brought his hands to his face,screaming from the burning that the product was causing him,definitively releasing his grip on the boy who ran away.

He was increasingly sure that today God wanted him dead. Or maybe it was Karma. Either way,he didn't want to know.

When he returned to his casino,his face all painted green with puffy red eyes nd an expression of 'Don't you dare comment or ask questions,you won't end well',the staff remained silent contemplating under what unlucky star their boss was born.

Entering his office Charlie was waiting for him. At the sight of him though,he looked at him for a few seconds before bursting laughing.
"Hello Quackity from Las Nevadas,I see you are a bit....green"

"Don't Charlie,don't. Today is already a bad day. I take a shower while you...do what you want"
"Alright alright...."

While Quackity was in his office bathroom,Charlie sat in the swivel chair at his desk thinking.

Quackity has been working a lot lately,even too much. The casino seemed to get busier every night,and while this was good for their earnings,it was starting to take a toll on Quackity.And in the past few weeks,he'd spent more hours in his office than he'd ever spent in his life.

He had repeatedly asked him to take a break,or to go home to rest,but he dismissed it with a hand shake and a 'I'm fine'.
Bullshits.

He had recently found him asleep at work,with huge dark circles under his eyes and a pale skin. He looked like he was sick....but he's not,and that's the worst part.

Maybe today was the right time to send him home and give him a well-deserved and decent break,instead of just 5 minutes accompanied by energy drinks and coffee.

Back at home Karl and Sapnap were sitting on the sofa,watching a film that they were paying little attention to. Their mind had already been busy for a while with other thoughts,more precisely thoughts about their boyfriend.

Lately it was rare that they could spend time together,their schedules collided with each other and therefore the only times they saw each other were: at night and in the morning.

Luckily today they had been able to breathe a smile of relief thanks to the day off they had given them,but this was not the same for Quackity.

Their boyfriend really needed a break. He kept coming back very late at night and leaving very early in the morning,it didn't help the stressful presence of Wilbur trotting here and there to get on his nerves almost every day.

"Mhm...I don't like seeing him so stressed. How do we make him feel better?"
Karl spoke into the silence of the room.

"How about preparing him a hot bath for when he gets back? Let's use his favorite fragrance."
Sapnap proposed,brain in motion to find solutions with which they could comfort Quackity.

"Uh,I like that. How about cooking his favorite food too? I bet he would like it"
Karl asked mentally listing all the ingredients they needed and had.

"I'm in. What else could we do?....mhm..."
"Let's cuddles! Cuddles always make everything better!"
"Ice cream and chocolate too!"

Soon their 'Help your boyfriend relax!' plan took shape.
Karl did the cooking while Sapnap prepared the bathroom and arranged the living room into a huge fort filled with pillows and stuffed animals.

What they didn't expect,however,was that their boyfriend would enter the house irritated and frustrated about the bad day he had.

"Q,honey,how are...you?"
Karl asked looking out the kitchen door,but stopping his enthusiasm by noticing the state of their boyfriend.

"Lex? You're home-?"
Sapnap spoke,having heard both the front door slam and Karl speaking in the confusion. Seriously,how did people build this stuff without getting trapped or wedged between pillows? Those staffed animals really hated him.

Quackity rolled his eyes annoyed by this whole situation. If it wasn't for Charlie,he'd still be wearing himself out on his job. But no,he had to be forcibly snatched from his desk and quite literally thrown out of his casino,and he still had so much to do and complete. His mood was by now shattered. He was like a high pressure cooker about to burst.

He sighed shrugging his shoulders. He couldn't let the tension build up on them,they didn't deserve it after all.

Learn to separate work from everyday life Q.

"Mhm...it was just a busy day,that's all. I go to my study to finish some things"
He said as he walked towards the staircase to go upstairs. Damn Charlie for interrupting him in the middle of his work.

Karl and Sapnap glanced at each other briefly before stepping in front of him blocking his path.

"What-? What are you doing? I need to finish my work"
He tried to pass anyway but Sapnap got in front of him with every step he took.

"No you don't,you are exhausted. Take a break,it won't hurt to be able to rest for once. You have worked so hard for more than a week,you are entitled to rest for a couple of hours,heck even for days."
Sapnap answered him while Karl nodded continuing to block his way with a ladle in his hand. Where did that thing come from-?

Quackity sighed rubbing his temple,feeling the nervousness he'd been building up all this time resurface.

"You are really sweet,and I promise I will rest...but after I'm done.I can't allow things to pile up right now.As soon as I'm done,I promise I'll rest.Ok? Ok. Good,now move please."
He tried to go over again,but this time he got hit on the hand by the ladle Karl was holding.

Seriously,first he was beaten by a Karen,then an idiot sprayed paint in his face –his eyes still burned– he was forcibly thrown out of his workplace by his friend,and now one of his boyfriend also hit with a ladle? What the fuck? God why do you have a beef with him so much?

"We said:you don't. You can't go on like this,you just sleep on your feet all day and to stay awake you abuse coffee. It's not healthy at all having so much caffeine in your body. If you really don't want to put it off,we can help you,you don't have to do it all by yourself."
Karl proposed crossing his arms over his chest.

"No offense but I don't think you can help me. Do you know at least the basics regarding the content of these things? Not as far as I know,since it's not part of your job. Now,I'd appreciate it if you'd stop wasting my time."
He tried to go up the stairs again but Karl blocked him again with the ladle.

"Ok,what the fuck is wrong with you? Stop hitting me with a ladle! It's hurt!"
"Good"
Quackity looked at him like he's crazy.
Every second that passed he was getting more and more frustrating.

He just wanted to finish his work and then finally be able to rest,why no one could understand that?

"You know what? Get lost! Both of you"
He said as he moved them awkwardly to finally be able to climb the stairs and go to his office.

What he didn't expect though,was for Sapnap to start yelling at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? We are only trying to help you because we are concerned about you! You should appreciate that instead of treating us like this!"
"Sapnap-"
"No Karl,I don't care. He can't act like this and think he can get away with it. He's stressed,that's ok,but he's not the only one.He's just being selfish!"

Selfish....selfish....selfish,selfish,selfish,selfish...he was selfish. No,he wasn't. Yes,he was. No,yes,no,yes. Selfish,selfish,selfish...

"You're just a selfish man,Quackity. If you can't even help me financially what's your use? There must be a reason I kept you after all this time..."
A haunting voice whispered deep inside his mind. A voice that he knew very well,and that had caused him so much suffering and insecurities…

"P-please Schlatt,j-just stop. I told you I won't give you any more money! All you do is waste it on gambling and beer! G-go away!"
Another voice,weaker and shakier made its way to his hearing. It was his voice.

Sapnap and Karl were still in front of him,yelling at him something he couldn't hear,because the scene in front of his eyes was changing and he couldn't hear them.

The comfortable and warm walls of their home had changed to the cold and high walls of a place that he wanted to forget. That place:The white house.

That place was always full of discomfort,fear and anxiety every day of his life. Some days even of crying,given the presence of a child in the house,but Tubbo was a fairly silent child and mainly slept,unless his father was around...but he had his mama with him,he wasn't worried since his mama would protect him.

Thinking of Tubbo right now,tears filled his eyes. It's been a while since they last saw each other...and he was just a tiny ball of sunshine the first time he had met him...time sure fly away.

The scene that presented itself in front of him is something he remembered vividly,after all it was rare to forget the fear and terror felt every time it happened...

Schlatt was banging his fist on the white door of their room,holding a half-full bottle of vodka in his other hand. He was drunk...as always.

Behind the locked door to their bedroom,his trembling figure was leaning against the door as he held the handle steady with one hand and held back his sobs with the other.

Every time Schlatt drank it was a fucking nightmare,he went from being the target of his flying bottles,glasses or screams to the victim of his violence...
The fear in his veins was visceral.

"Come out pumpkin,I just want to talk. I promise I won't spend any more money on these things...come on...you know I love you right? And that I'm sorry that we always argue...open the door..."
Schlatt's voice wavered between sweet and hard.

No,don't open the door,you know that it's not true,don't feel for it,we both know he will just hurt you.

But his past self was more naïve than he remembered.

The trembling figure turned to the door to speak
"Do you promise me?....I just want our savings not to go to waste on these things...our situation is not in a good economic situation with accumulated debts and-"
"Yes,Yes,Yes! I promise for fuck's sake! Now open this damn door and come out"

He wrinkled his nose as he recalled the scene. You would think that the president of a nation was a rich person,and in the beginning he was. But then Schlatt had started spending it to build a house too huge for just 3 people to live in,insisting it gave reputation to his public image,to then buy unnecessary expenses and continue to spend them on gambling,alcohol and sometimes even substances. Whenever he ran out of money,he always came to him for more and when he refused it usually never ended well...the wounds on his body can speak.

Quackity continued to watch the scene,already preparing himself for what was to come.

Despite Schlatt's aggressive response,the door still opened after a couple of seconds,revealing the weeping figure of Quackity.

Big mistake,he doesn't like you when you cry. You're weak and he gets angry because of it.

His figure was kicked to the ground.
"You fucking idiot! Who the fuck do you believe to tell me how to spend my money or not?! You are nothing but a selfish whore! I'm the one who works here,I have the right to use my money as I please,don't try to stop me anymore for your useless whims!"

"B-but Tubbo-"
"I don't give a fuck about him anymore! His existence is already a curse in itself. He took the love of my life just for being born,and forced me to find a replacement to raise him. Because that's what you are Quackity,a useless stand-in for the most important person in my life. And if you think I ever loved you,you're just being selfish,you bitch"

Tears begin to come out of his eyes as the scene in front of him seems to get darker and hazier. It...it wasn't a good memory...it took him a couple of years before he recognized the fact that no,he wasn't selfish for wanting someone who really loved him and a stable situation in which to live and raise Tubbo.

He wasn't selfish. No...he wasn't. He just wanted a good life...he isn't selfish...

A hand landed on his shoulder and he jerked away at her contact,as if burned. The walls of the house returned to those of his home,the comfortable ones,calm and full of happy memories.
Sapnap and Karl stood in front of him with worried and guilty expressions on their faces,with Karl trying to shake him and encouraging him to get out of who knows what memory he was reliving.

"Ar-are you ok?"
Sapnap asked in a low voice to avoid other triggers. Guilt present all over his face for causing this situation. Damn his temper.

"I-I'm....I'm not selfish..."
Quackity's thin,broken voice cut through the silence that had formed.

The expressions of his boyfriends softened and Quackity found himself locked in a warm embrace,with his face on Karl's chest.

"No,you aren't,you are anything but selfish. You are one of the strongest people we have known and you are so,so,so selfless...you didn't deserve what happened to you. Shhh,let it out baby,let it out. This world doesn't deserve something as precious as you...let it out."
Karl whispered to him as he stroked his hair. His shirt was starting to get wet with tears but he didn't care that much.

"But...but he told me that I was selfish and-and-"
"Bullshit. He doesn't know anything about you,he just kept putting you down for everything you did. You tried to reconcile with him,live and struggle with his abuse and try to give a better life to a child…you aren't selfish and I'm sorry that I called you that. I never thought you were...I was just angry because you close yourself up in time of help...open up,we can help you with anything you are struggling at work...I don't want you to get sick or overworked..."
Sapnap sincerely apologizes as he hugs him from behind.

"We just want you happy and healthy...and if there is something that is troubling you lately,we just want to help you...we may not know how to help you in your job,but there is always a first time to learn....I'm sorry for hitting you 2 times with the ladle,I didn't want you to leave and I panicked,and did the first thing that came to mind..."
Quackity looked at Karl with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you telling me your first instinct was to hit me with a ladle?"
"I mean....yeah-?"
"God...you guys...."
"Yeah,yeah,we know. But you love us"
"Unfortunately"
"Yeah-HEY! WHAT WOULD YOU INSINUATE LIKE THIS?!"
Quackity chuckled at their reaction,the atmosphere had become lighter.

In the course of events,he found himself lifted off the ground and carried upstairs.
"Eh-?! Sapnap,where are we going?"
He asked completely bewildered.

"In the bathroom,I prepared you a relaxing bath with your favorite bubble bath . It can help you release the stress you have built up."
"....With bubbles...?"
"Yeah,with your bubbles too"
Quackity smiled and drifted along. A good bath was something he needed...

"Here we are"
Sapnap spoke as he opened the bathroom door.

The bathroom was steamy and the tub filled with water tinged with blue and full of foam and bubbles. It looked so relaxing that just looking at it he wanted to close his eyes. Just for a little bit...
When was the last time he slept? The last time he remembered getting at least 10 hours of sleep seemed light years away.

Sapnap made him sit down on the windowsill,noticing his sleepy state he smiled. Cute.

"Hey baby,do you want help? Hmm?"
He spoke softly while stroking his hair.

Quackity looked at the tub for a couple of seconds then turned back to Sapnap and nodded,raising his arms.

Fuck,he's so cute.

"Alright"
Sapnap did as requested,stripping off his shirt and pants,leaving him in his boxers

"Do you think you can take them off yourself?"
"Uh-? Oh,yeah...you can go...thanks"
"You don't need to thank me,we like to take care of you. If you need anything just scream our names"
Sapnap said caming out of the bathroom to carry the clothes in the laundry room.
Quackity nodded,finishing undressing and heading to the tub.

The water was warm and comfortable,while the foam was so much that it reached his nose and the bubbles were everywhere. I like it.

The time that passed while he was in the bathtub was indefinite,besides washing himself,he had spent it also playing with foam and bubbles.
He was also almost asleep,he couldn't resist,it was all so nice and soothing that he wanted to cry.

"Lex? Are you okay in there? Can I come in?"
Karl's voice asked from the other side of the door.

Quackity nodded waiting for him to come in,but then remembered that Karl couldn't see him. Oh.

"Yes"
"Ok"

As Karl opened the door,a blast of steam hit him in the face. How much steam was in this room-? He went to the window to open it and let some out.

He turned to Quackity, smiling at the state he was in. Eyes almost half closed, oam surrounded him on all sides and was covered from the nose down,with some also on his hair,and bubbles were flying close to him.
Awwwwww.

I think I'm gonna die for his cuteness.

"Hi little baby. How is it going? Are you having fun?"
Quackity nodded to his questions.

"Do you want me to help you wash your hair?"
Quackity thought about it deeply and after a couple of seconds he nodded. It seemed nice...

20 minutes later he was out of the bathroom,his hair dry and perfumed,wearing a bathrobe as Karl carried him to their room.

When we entered the room, Karl went over to the bed and sat him there,walking over to their closet to find the pajamas that Quackity might like best.

"Which one?"
He turned to show the ones he had chosen:one had a black shirt and gray sweatpants,the other had a blue oversize shirt and black shorts.

Quackity scanned them and then pointed to the second pair.
Karl nodded,putting the other one back in the closet,and approaching Quackity.

"Do you want help? Or do you think you can do it yourself?"
He asked,as he set his pajamas down by his side.

"H...help"
"Ok"
Quackity threw up his hands,letting the bathrobe fall to his sides as Karl pulled his oversize shirt on.
He looked so tiny in it.
He then put on his shorts and took his hand taking him down,to prevent him from falling asleep since he still had to eat.

"Don't sleep yet Lex,you need to eat something first."
Quackity nodded at his words.

Upon reaching the kitchen,Sapnap was serving up the dishes. He and Karl having eaten before when Quackity was in the bathroom,so they could now turn their full attention to him.

Quackity sat down in his seat,grinning as he noticed it was his favorite dish,starting to eat.

"I'm going to fix the bathroom,prevent him from falling asleep while he is eating,something could go wrong and zack,bye,bye ducky."
Karl explained,getting an indecipherable stare from Sapnap who looked at him as if he were an alien,as he got up and went back upstairs.

Turning her full attention to their boyfriend he noticed that he had started to close his eyes.
"Love,hey,love,don't fall asleep. You have to finish eating first,mhm? Do you like cuddles afterwards? With me and Karl? I made a fort just for that. You want?"
At the mention of cuddles Quackity's eyes widened. He wanted cuddles,it had been a long time since they had a session together. But the bath had made him so relaxed,it was as if it had washed off all the weight of the previous days.

"Really?"
"Yup,but only if you finish your plate and you don't fall asleep"
".....ok"
"Good boy"

Sapnap stood there watching him eat,complimenting his effort from time to time.

It seemed a crime to keep him from falling asleep,when it had been nearly a month since he had had a decent sleep,but better to delay sleep than to put him to sleep without food.

When he was sleepy Quackity was always for the non-verbal,he could speak without problems but preferred to use nods. Sometimes they wondered if he was in little space,but they nixed the idea soon,after they saw that he could talk fluently and didn't use his stuffed plushies or toys.
He was just really tired and sleepy.

"I finished"
"Good job love. Are you still hungry? You want something else?"
He asked,picking up his plate and starting to wash it.

"Uh-uh,I'm not hungry...I just want cuddles"
He said with a pout.
Sapnap chuckled at his answer.
"We have to wait for Karl to come back for that"

As if summoned by God,the moment his name was said,Karl appeared from the kitchen door.

"Has anyone called me?"
"Not me"
Ouch.

"Alex wants cuddles,but I explained to him that we had to wait for you"
Sapnap said as he dried his hands with the rag.
"I'm here now"
"We know"
Ouch.

Quackity grabbed the hem of Karl's shirt with his left hand,turning his attention to him.
"Cuddles?"
He asked with sweet eyes.

"Yes! No-I mean,yeah sure,why not."
Sapnap wrinkled his nose at the poor excuse.
"He have you tied to his finger"
"As if you were different"
"I didn't say that"
"Yeah,yeah,just excuses"
Sapnap rolled his eyes bringing his attention back to their boyfriend.

"Love,let's go to the fort,hmm?"
Quackity nodded smiling,extending his right hand to him,as he was still holding Karl's shirt with the other.

All 3 reached the living room and positioned themselves comfortably where they wanted.
They were hugging each other,with Quackity in the middle,while being surrounded by stuffed animals and pillows of all kinds,there were also blankets. It was so so so comfortable that he wanted to cry.

Quackity let himself be lulled by the sweet nothings whispered to him as he entered the dreamland he had missed so much.

Sapnap and Karl looked at each other smiling,proud of having been able to give the comfort their boyfriend wanted.

Sure, they still had so many things to talk about,especially what happened today and why he came back as if he was about to cry,but that will be for another time.

For the moment, they were at peace with themselves and being in the only place they wanted. Here,with their boyfriend.

"We love you Alex"
"And we will always be there for you"
They whisper in his ear.

And if a smile formed on Quackity's lips,well,it was their business and nobody else's.