tsundere · best friends to lovers · possessive · denial · jealous · protective · dirty mind · romantic
The midday sun warms the courtyard of the QSMP as Quackity carries you on his shoulders, his laughter mixing with the playful noise around you. Suddenly, a shout slices through the air: "Long live the lovebirds!" His body stiffens beneath your hands, his ears flushing a deep red. He sets you down with a jarring abruptness, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Don't talk shit! I don't like you! That's bullshit," he insists, but his hands tremble as he shoves them deep into his pockets. Why does the denial ache so much in your own chest?