His Love Language (Karl Jacobs x reader)

Chapter 7: KARL JACOBS IS WHAT WE CALL A... MAKEUPSSSS!!

*Wednesday*

*one day before you fly to Colorado*

*Y/n's pov*

After I had packed all my stuff yesterday except for the small last things you were all set up.

It was already 10a.m. when I decided I wanted to try out my new dress. I mean I really wanted it but just not from my mother. I tried it out and combine a few random things I found in my closet to match the outfit.

(Please just imagine like a dress and some type of accessories bc I'm lazyy)

You look in the mirror to see something incredible! Wow! You happily dance around your room.

*Karl's pov*

I knocked on the door once, twice, nothing... I got the extra key under the doormat (Jared) and locked myself in. I could hear music coming from her room. I walk up and open the door quietly to scare her. I stopped breathing. What the honk? She- she- looked so honking beautiful! I snapped two, three pictures of her to go home and stare at them when I realized I forgot my flash on.

She turned her head. I was caught.

- Karl? I heard her voice. I started running down the stairs and I heard the door opening and footsteps. I started running down the street and quickly snapped a picture of her running I could show the smp.

I screwed up big time. I kept running until I made it home. I started my pc and pretended I was about to play Minecraft. Last minute I hid the pictures I had gotten of her. I heard a knock on my door.

- Come in! Oh, hey y/n what's up? What are you wearing? I said trying not to admire her too much.

- Karl cut it. Give me your phone.

- Hm? What?

- Please don't act like you don't know. She said and I gave her my phone.

- Why are you wearing a tiara?

- Ok here you go I still don't trust you but here you go. She said as I got another picture without her noticing.

- I'm going to go now. she spoke.

- Oh y/n tomorrow we are leaving at 6a.m. ok?

- Ok thank you Karl for doing this again.

- Have you spoke to your mother about me coming?

- No and I won't. I don't care what she thinks.

- Ok, I chuckled. Bye!

- Bye!

As quick as she left, I opened discord to see a few people in a voice call. Dream, Sapnap, Quackity, Tommy, George.

- Hello? I heard Tommy's voice.

- GUYS I NEED HELPP!

- Karl before you say anyth-

- Y/N GOT A DRESS FROM HER MOM AND NOW SHE TRIED IT ON I GOT PICTURES GIVE ME A SECOND I'M SENDING THEM RIGHT NOW. AND HOLY HONK SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL. SHE PROBABLY THINKS I'M SOME TYPE OF SIMP WHICH I AM BUT HOLY HONK SHE LOOKS SO GOOD. Also, I'm flying to Colorado tomorrow.

- Wait, wait, wait is that actually her? Quackity asked.

- Karl shut the fuck up we are streaming.

- LANGUAGE!

- What- WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME?

- Language : )

- Actually, we tried but you kept screaming. Dream said.

- AHHHH HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE WATCHING?

- 132.000 almost. George said.

- AHHHHH, I screamed again.

- Karl what the heck? It was y/n. Oh no.

- y/n what are you doing here? I asked almost shitting myself.

- I heard basically everything...

- WHAT?! HOW?!

- Your window is open...

- Uh-

- Karl can you please try and not scream all the time. I feel bad for your vocals.

*y/n's pov*

- Karl can you please try and not scream all the time. I feel bad for your vocals. I chuckled even though I was surprised with what I heard.

- So, you did take pictures of me? I asked.

- Um-, was the only thing Karl could say.

- Damn I look good! Right Karl? I teased him.

- Yeah, yeah you do.

- Pardon?

- I said you look g-good, Karl stuttered.

- Karl unplug the headphones! Sapnap screamed.

Karl didn't really have a choice so he unplugged the headphones after looking at the ground for 3 minutes.

- y/n Oh, Y/NNN I love you to the moon and back, they all started singing,

-Even if that's not cool-

-No Sapnap we agreed on balloon, Dream stopped him,

- Even if that's not balloon what the fuck does that mean?

- LANGUAGEEEE!

- Sorry Bad. Shit.

- LANGUAGEEEEEEEEEE!! DREAM BAN SAPNAPPP.

- Sorry bad I can't. Anyways back to the song.

- Y/N OH Y/N KARLOS JACOBS IS WHAT WE CALL A- Quackity yelled and stopped because he was out of words.

- Makeups!

- WE CALL A MAKEUPSS! Quackity sings or rather screams.

- Yeah anyways, I'll go now. I'm starving. I'm also gonna go grocery shopping do you want anything.

- YOU! HE WANTS YOU! George screams, but I ignore it.

- I'll come with you. Under one condition. You wear the dress.

- You know what fine but then I buy an outfit you are going to wear and I'll be the photographer this time. I smile.

- Hm- ok. He agrees and says his goodbyes.

We leave for the store in Karl's car and I immediately run to the clothes section. Everyone keeps staring and Karl is trying to hide the ginormous dress behind him but it doesn't work.

(this is an idea of what you could have picked)

- Maid outfit? Seriously?

- Mhm! I nod.

- Honk! Do I have to wear this in my livestream?

- Yes! I'll wear mine too! I never mentioned he had to wear it in his livestream but it would be too funny.

- Ok! Let's go pay, we forgot all groceries, but to be honest I didn't really mind it.

- Aw, what a lovely couple, the cash register said when we got there.

Karl just smiled.

- Thank yo-

- Oh, we aren't a couple we are just best friends.

- You'll wear it when we come back!

- Yeah, and so will you, we argued heading out of the store.

- Yeah, yeah!

*Karl's pov*

"This girl drives me crazy but I still love her and she knows it." I thought before hopping in the drivers seat in my car.