One-shots for MCYT ships

Karlnapity-"it doesn't feel like flying"

Somewhat requested by @-M0ND4ZE-  :D

-Warnings-

-Mentions of bad relationship

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POV: Quakity

Dear diary,

Today was amazing! I woke in the morning with my two beautiful boyfriends. Karl was cuddled up to me, looking as adorable as ever. And Sapnap was holding me from behind, keeping me warm and tickling the back of my neck with his deep black hair.

Around lunch time, we all went out for a picnic in the forest! It was soooo pretty! There was a stream full of fish and the entire area was surrounded in flowers. By the end of the picnic, I had made us all flower crowns. Karls was purple and green, Sapnaps' red and orange, and mine red and blue.

After that we all did a stream together, doing random stuff on the smp. Once we ended stream, we had dinner and watched mexican soap operas. Totally didn't force Sapnap to watch it, what do you mean?

It's currently around midnight, and I can't sleep. Iv'e been getting flashes of bad memories. From when I was with Schlatt and the... things he would do. To me and everyone around him.

He was always odd. Even when he was a nice person, something just didn't quite fit correctly, like a broken part of a puzzle peice. But now, as I look back at when he was "nice", I realize I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ we were all wrong. He was entirely broken.

All those late night calls were bullshit. The love letters? He wrote them when he was drunk and didn't know any better. He threw all mine out too. 

Oh-ho... now lets not forget about how much crap that "LoViNg" touch was. Now I know the truth, all those reasuring hugs feel forced and awkward. The times we would cuddle on the couch watching a movie now feel so platonic and fucking care-free.

But oh my god, you can feel the affection radiating from Karl and Sapnap before you even touch them! They genuinly care for people, and give affection even when not drunk.

Now lets just not talk about when they're drunk-

Every touch gives me butterflies, and every sweet nickname brings heat to my face. I love holding their hands while walking around the park, or anywhere really. It's somehow euphoric in it's own way, like you're flying into soft clouds of confort.

But when you hold... "his" hand, it doesn't feel like flying.

Well, that's all. I'm going to try and sleep, I hope writing in this helps.

Goodbye diary!

Date:  3/10/21 12:07 AM

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A/N

(Word count- 415)

Screw it im not using correct grammar or whatever anymore.

Uhm hope you enjoyed-

Honestly not sure if i like it or not but i dont really care.

Not me posting this before the A/N 🙄🤚

Yeah idk what to say :)

Have a good day/evening/night, love ya rats ;)