Accelerate || Quacknoblade

3 : sparks : 3

: quackity's pov :

i was sitting in technoblade's car seat, my legs kicked up onto the center console. i looked up when i saw the door open and techno get in.

"why are you here-" he asked, sighing. i closed my eyes and let out a satisfied exhale. he climbed into the seat and the engine growled.

i flinched and shot up, "the fuck-" i noticed we moved toward the starting line. "techno- let me get out-" i told him, "i'm the damn flag boy-"

he laughed, "i don't need a flag boy, but i do need to scare the shit out of you." i cocked my head, "what's that supposed to mean-"

: technoblade's pov:

the whistle ran through my ears and i slammed on the gas. quackity went flying back, "AAAAAAAAAAA- HOLY SHIIIII-"

i already had the upper hand in the race with sapnap in a close second behind me. i looked in my mirror to see sapnap rubbing his car against mine, causing me to push against the wall.

the metal created sparks, flying everywhere. i muttered some profanities and looked left, right, and into my mirror again. the metal scraping was just like nails on a chalkboard to me.

quackity looked wide-eyed as his side mirror flung off. he screeched, tumbling in his seat, considering he was the one close to the wall.

some runaway ambers made it into the car, not causing any fires or burns, but scaring the living shit out of mr. flag boy.

"hold on." i grabbed quackity's hand and grasped it as tight as possible. i jerked the steering wheel to the left, with a loud growl and screech, sapnap's car was left tumbling in a bed of sparks and scrapes.

(inspo from ellagalaxywolf,) there was some distant british screaming of "YEAH! SUCK IT, SAP!"

quackity screamed curses in my name, taking his hand back. "HOLY- TECHNO WE JUST FUCKED SAPNAP OVER-" flaggie shouted in a stressed tone. he ran his fingers through his hair, panicked.

"why so panicked?" i asked out of genuine curiosity. "are you not used to that type of aggression when it comes to racing?"

it took him a moment to continue processing the situation, so with that time, i continued the race and eventually made it to the finish line.

i pulled back the lever on the center console and took the keys out of the slot, now attaching them to a leather belt.

he stared at me and finally said something, "WE JUST FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE-" i laughed, "he has protection in the car (that sounds ever so wrong), he didn't die."

"at the most, he may have broken a limb." i reassured him, patting his shoulder.

quackity muttered gibberish before blurting out, "that was fucking amazing."

i turned to look at him, "heeh?" i got interrupted by his boasting, "i- that was so fucking cool, i'd fucking kiss you right now!-"

he paused before leaning over the center console and pretty much littering my face in kisses and lipstick marks.

i blinked as he went straight back to his seat and continued the cheer. i stared at him, crouched up in the crease of my seat.

"i- excuse me-" i whispered. he got out of the car without picking up a single word that slipped past my lips.

huh.

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: quackity's pov :

i had seen saps car in its garage getting looked at. sapnap had been sitting in a stool, surrounded by 2-4 people. thank god he didn't fucking die.

i caught up with karl and georgie, "take that, damn." i snickered. karl looked a little pissed, "next time let's not cause my lover a concussion-"

"sorry not sorry." i told him, winking. george spoke up, "you don't know how much random serotonin built up in my chest when i saw sapnap flip over like a fucking pancake."

"oh?-" i raised an eyebrow, laughing. our conversation was interrupted by hands on my shoulders, and eventually a chin resting on my head. georgie raised an eyebrow.

"oh?" he said with a cheeky smirk. i shook my head to signal to him that it wasn't the right place in time to say anything.

technoblade exhaled out of pure exhaustion, leaning most of his weight on me without allowing me to tip over. karl gave me a little glance, to which i replied to with a resting bitch face.

mr. no-colors gasped and ran towards his dreamy weamy after spotting him. i didn't quite move, and eventually karl left us to do our own thing.

"do i drive you home again tonight?" he asked, his words dripping with exhaustion. i barely shook my head, "would you mind if i stayed at your place, actually? — some issues at home."

"yeah. sure."

: ugh trying to make this longer than usual didn't work out :