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When Quackity has been in a bitchy mood all week, it’s up to Schlatt to fix it.
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16 Jun 2026
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Schlackity goes CRAZY for pride month! by pissboy5 (atomicxxwaste)
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP
31 May 2026
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I’m practicing smut after like 2yrs of writing this is very scary okay🎉🎉 I understand this is NOT going to be that good I’m sorry
Quackity is a FUCKING brat and Jschlatt has had a long fucking day already
once again ily quackityme keep giving me ideas
tw: mentions of suicide and self harm at the end
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16 Jun 2026
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Juan misses his boyfriend. He gets kissed to make it better.
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- Part 6 of moth anon's grafito fics
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08 Jun 2026
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"Did you… need something?" Juan asked, voice quieter than usual.
"I was hoping we could talk."
Juan sat back down and kept his gaze fixed on his lap, fingers fidgeting with the paint-stained hem of his apron.
"Talk?" he echoed. Graf couldn’t tell if Juan was genuinely confused or just pretending to dodge the subject.
"About yesterday," he pressed gently.
Or, Juan starts avoiding him after their kiss. Graf is unsure what to do.
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- Part 3 of querida
- Part 3 of moth anon's grafito fics
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28 May 2026
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He pushes the door open, a little desperate all of a sudden. And Will is there, but–
Will, being pressed up against the wall by someone–
His head back, eyes closed, a smile ghosting his lips as he presses them to another boy’s–
One hand running up and down the other boy’s arms–
His other hand in the boy’s hair, fingers weaving through it, pulling–
The soft breath he breathes as he turns his head a little to the right, his mouth open, wanting, tongue peaking out–
All that in the split second before Will hears the door swinging, makes eye contact with Mike, and jumps away, red in the face, leaning against his bedframe. Though Mike can’t tell is that’s because of embarrassment or what he was just–
“Mike– fuck– what are you–?” And Mike looks into the face of the other boy, his stomach dropping a little when he sees Carlton avoiding his gaze.
Holy shit, he can’t breathe. He stumbles back a little.
“Sorry,” Mike breaths, gaze going up and down Will, his tousled hair, his wrinkled shirt, and landing on his lips, which are–
Which are–
His mind is suddenly filled to the brim with TV static.
“Sorry–” as he runs away, as fast as his feet can carry him.
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12 Mar 2026