Accelerate || Quacknoblade

2 : problems : 2

i fucking wrote this at school give me a break damn

: quackity's pov :

i exhaled and paced over to technoblade's car. i leaned on the front bumper, tapping my foot. i looked around before i noticed some footsteps.

"why are you on my car?" a voice asked. i looked at him, technoblade. i smirked at my chance. i watched him eye the little flag i had in my right hand.

"well; would you mind driving me home?" i waved the little flag around. he glared at me, "it's gonna cost you." i nodded, taking a moment to think. "cash, or.. alternative payments?" i said with a smirk.

he raised an eyebrow, "nice try pretty boy, i'll take the cash — now get off my car." barely even fazed? that was new. this was gonna be a challenge, but i needed that money.

i scoffed a little and got off of the car. i opened the door on the passenger side, climbing into said car. he eventually got in too without a word. "address?" he'd ask, "yours." i replied with a cheeky smile.

he rolled his eyes, "fine then. i'll drop you off in the snow. —" my eyes widened, "fine, fine. — —— ————." he nodded, and with the step of a gas petal, we were moving.

"wow, no need to go so fast-" i blurted out, holding onto the seat. he chuckled, "this is a sports car. it's gonna feel fast." 

"are you sure you're not trying to fucking kill me?!" i asked, staring onto the road before us. "based on your driving at the rink, im determined you're going to kill me."

he rolled his eyes, "yeah, right. i promise im not trying to." i thought for a moment, eventually mustering up some words.

"are you sure you'd like the cash? if so, im not blaming you but — that alternative payment is only exclusive to you." i winked.

i saw him make a face of laughter in the mirror, "no thanks, i'd like the cash, not to be hit on or used as a fuck toy."

i smirked, "your loss, tough guy." he snorted and slammed the breaks, flinging me back, "HOLY SHIT, ALRIGHT ALRIGHT DAMN-"

techno did nothing but crack yet another smile as i caught my breath. "i find your attempt at hitting on me fucking hilarious, keep trying though, this is a great show."

god, fuck me. i had no damn luck.

eventually, after maybe 15 minutes or so of silence, we arrived at my house. i stepped out, "thanks for the fun time, hot stuff."

"whatever you say, slut." (if you get the reference you get it.) i snickered and closed the door, "expecting that payment by this week. thanks."

i nodded, walking into the house. would i see him tomorrow?

: someone get me some more motivation pls pls pls :

: timeskip ; technoblades pov :

i paced over to dream while his car was going through preparations to race. i bent down at his window, resting my arms on the frame.

"sooo, what's with the flag boys?" i asked, raising my eyebrow at him. dream let out a laugh, "yeah, they may be like that. my flag boy is my boyfriend, same situation with sap and karl."

i felt my face take a look of disgust. "er, is that why quackity's flirting with me?" i ran my fingers through my hair, looking around for him.

"not quite, he may have made a bet. the flag boys are all like a group of highschool girls, gossiping 24/7 and chatting about crushes." he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

i nodded and straightened my back, "right, well good luck in this race." dream gave me a thumbs up, pulling down his helmet.