stitchedzomb
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Knowing I’ll be awake, and at your disposable service? by stitchedzomb
Fandoms: Dream SMP
26 Apr 2026
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Quackity is awake at four in the morning, dealing with Las Nevadas' night life. Wilbur, being an insomniac, annoyingly texts him as Quackity goes along with his presidential duties.
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Wilbur Soot directly waits at the outskirts of Las Nevadas, for the one person he can expect something from. Quackity, knowing hes already there, gives him the time he wants. Not the situation he wants.
Or Quackity and Wilbur lie, bicker, smoke and obliviously love each other.
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“It’s called critical thinking, sunshine, ever heard of it?” Wilbur finally closed his notebook with a soft thud. “God forbid we apply more than two seconds of thought to anything. Wouldn’t want to strain you.”
“Don’t call me that — And no, what you do is overthinking. There’s a difference,” Quackity gave him a pointed look. “At least I don’t need a thesaurus and a superiority complex to say it.”
“I don’t use a thesaurus,” Wilbur replied. “I just read.”
Quackity rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. “See, that. You’re so pretentious.”
// Or, alternatively: global warming is real, hearts are everywhere, and Wilbur is very mad about all of it. Mostly at Quackity.
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17 Jan 2026
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But it was only high school. Four years in a life that, statistically speaking — or hoped, he had some odd habits that would not guarantee that — would be much longer. You never know. He would meet new people. He would grow up. He would become someone less tightly wound, someone who didn’t feel like every ending was a personal failure. This, too, would pass.
And yet.
“I really wanted him to work out,” Wilbur said.
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15 Jan 2026
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who's gonna ride the devil's train tonight? by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
06 Jan 2026
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In the distance, metal wheels squealed and ran over blue-stained rails. A hulking silhouette of a vehicle slid into view, slowly, tantalisingly, but there was no need for the man to see it – he already knew exactly what it was.
'So much for trains never coming,' he thought with a chuckle, 'gods really do listen.'
OR: After Quackity blows up Las Nevadas, they meet again in... less than ideal circumstances.
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youre not scared of what you dont know by spamtenna_enjoyer
Fandoms: Dream SMP, QSMP | Quackity SMP, Video Blogging RPF
28 Dec 2025
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A bright smile spreads across their face. With venom laced on their tongue, Q hisses sweetly, “And what’s your name for the order?”
Something in the way Q speaks rattles Wilbur to his core. He can’t decide if he wants to make a run for it or lay down his life for the diner employee. Static floods his mind, and his hands go limp at his sides.
His brain fights against the walls of his skull, and Wilbur blinks away the haze from behind his eyes. He takes a moment to glance around and ground himself in reality once more. Remembering the question, Wilbur turns back to Q and answers with the most charming smile he can muster, “Ah, I don’t really remember. Call me what you like.”
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Wilbur is a vampire and forgets he's a vampire. Well, actually, he forgets who he is.
Quackity is a fae who's more than a little curious about this weird "mortal" who doesn't know his own name.
[DISCONTINUED... unless i get some random urge to update this one day, but don't count on it. I'm really sorry, I'm not really active in this fandom anymore]
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14 Nov 2025
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“Are you hungry? There's some dinner leftover.” Q asked gently, breaking the silence. He grabbed the doorknob to their bedroom with one hand, pushing the suitcase inside with the other.
“Hm? I'm fine, don't worry about it” Wilbur was relieved the darkness of the night didn't give away the obvious way his eyes shined with the idea of food. His stomach was growling with painful hunger; however, bothering Alex with something so small at this hour felt like an unbearable task, especially after the man had stayed up late waiting for him.
Wilbur walked inside the bedroom as well, unbuckling his belt and throwing his sweater into a nearby chair, before launching himself into the pillows.
“Are you sure? I could reheat you something if you want-”
“Just…lay with me.” Wilbur called him, his arm lazily reaching for his small hand, squeezing it weakly, just to reinforce his wish. “I haven't been sleeping well… not without you.”
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Alex sighed softly, sitting next to him
“Of course, mi amor.”
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Or Wilbur comes back home from tour to be a better dad and husband.
Inspired in Toothpaste kisses by the Maccabees
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