Dream Smp x Male Reader

Quackity x Male Reader

Reader is a singer and has wings and horns
Doesn't follow any canonical plot

Y/N POV

I was walking up to the bar that I technically worked at, I live in Las Nevadas and I love the scenery so I like walking either way. It was around 7 pm and I was expected to leave in like an hour, so I planned out a few songs and wrote them down on my hand quickly. I'd never met Quackity himself but I've met practically everyone else and it's really enjoyable here.

when I got to the bar I sat on a stool up on the centre stage, people looked over at me setting up my Guitar and microphone, struggling to put the guitar strap around my wings, but eventually succeeding. As a test I thought I'd introduce myself, there was no other reason I mean everyone in this bar is probably shit faced drunk

"Hello everyone, my name is Y/N and I'll be your music entertainment for the hour, please enjoy"

I noticed a few people I knew in the crowd, them being Fundy and the slime guy, after people clapped I started strumming my Guitar to Playdate by Melanie Martinez (I know it's not acoustic but imagine with me here guys)

"You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play"

I looked to the crowd and noticed a few new faces, someone's In particular looking straight at me, I knew him as the infamous Quackity. I smiled lightly and continued

"I'm walking to your house, nobody's home! Just me and you and you and me alone. We're just playing hide and seek It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you, ah ah ah"

Fundy seemed to really enjoy the music and swayed along to it while slime seemed confused but interested at the same time

"I don't want to play no games I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you. I don't give a fuck about you anyways Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate I guess I'm just a play date to you"

Everyone in the bar started to cheer, I sat while my face started getting red, laughing a bit at their drunken enthusiasm

"Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothing left to say When I try to talk you're always playing board games I wish I had monopoly over your mind I wish I didn't care all the time. We're just playing hide and seek It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you"

Everyone seemed engrossed in the song and hardly anyone was drinking anymore

"I don't want to play no games I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you I don't give a fuck about you anyways Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate I guess I'm just a play date to you"

Even I was surprised at the aggression I put into the lyrics, I guess with a crowd confidence can 100% be gained in doses

" Ring around the rosy I never know, I never know what you need Ring around the rosy I want to give you, want to give you What you need... I don't give a fuck about you anyways, Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate I guess I'm just a play date to you You know, I give a fuck about you everyday Guess it's time that I tell you the truth... If I share my toys, will you let me stay? Don't want to leave this play date with you"

Everyone started cheering and clapping, I waved and thanked everyone as I started the next song, encouraging everyone and exciting them.

This continued for the next hour, until I had to leave. I packed up my Guitar and walked over to Fundy, taking his shot before he could

"Why would you do that!?"
" your too drunk to drink more, I care about your feelings in the morning"
"But you didn't have to drink it!"
" haha, well imma head out, bye Fundy. "
"Bye, you did good by the way"
"Oh... Thanks Fundy, it's nice to know you enjoyed yourself"

I walked toward the exit, casually avoiding all the drunk people, which was a little hard because my wings are pretty big, before walking out the door to see it was pouring it down. I was luckily safe because of a block over the door that kept rain from getting in, though it didn't work that great. I noticed someone walked outside so I moved out the way, getting more wet and shivering from the cold

"Hey Y/N! You did great today, I'm glad I let Fundy hire you"
"Oh thanks Quackity"
"Do you have a way home? Or at least an umbrella"
" No, I didn't expect it to rain"
"Well I can walk you home, or we can go to my office of you want... NOTHING WEIRD!! Just so we can get know each other... God this sounds so wrong, I'm not drunk. I never get drunk in public places like this"
"Haha, yes that'd be fine, I trust you and know what you mean, and I get the whole drunk ordeal, it's about self image right? Like how people see you"
"Yea, anyway I've got an umbrella if you want it"
"You should have it, I've walked in worse"
"I insist"
"What if we just both have the umbrella?"
" fair point"

We started walking to his office, I got a little bit wet but not much. Once we got there we both took a seat and started talking, he seemed nice

"So did you drink anything?"
" yea, I stole a shot from Fundy, wasn't strong though"
"Why would you do that!?"
" Haha, Fundy said that too"
"I wonder why"
"It was because he'd been drinking to much. I don't want his hangover to be worse then it's already gonna be"
"Fair enough, so you wanna play a card game or something, no gambling"
" Ooh, Irish snap. "
"What?"
" very competitive, gets very violent"
"Y'know what, fuck it, how'd you play?"

He gave me a pack of cards and I dealt them out equally between us, face down

"So, we go in turns from ace, being one, to a king, being thirteen"
"That explains nothing"
"Exactly, so we take it in turns saying the numbers and if it's that number we have to slam our hands down on the pile and whoever's hand is on top takes all the cards, you want the least cards"
"Oh okay. Ace"

He said ace before placing down a card which wasn't an ace, this continued for a while before I called out the right number. Once we noticed we both went straight in and practically smacked each other but I won. I smiled at him cockily while he looked shocked

"How!?"
" fast reactions "
"Fuck this. I'm getting competitive now."
" You weren't before? Alright. Game on"

We spend practically the whole night playing and in the morning Foolish found us passed out over the desk, cards still in hand while the game was left unfinished, my wings messy and unorganized. He just looked at us weirdly then left... I mean, if I saw that I'd probably do the same

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