What They'll Say About Us // Nicky Harper x Reader

The Quadfather

Ricky, Dicky, and y/n were sitting in the café at Tom's Get Sporty. They were doing some homework, as Josie was cleaning the counter.

"Hey, guys. Help me out." She started, distracting them from their homework, "I need a name for my band."

"Dirty Sponge?" Dicky suggested, after looking at the sponge in Josie's hand. She lightly shook her head.

"Empty Cup." Ricky proposed after noticing the empty cup in front of him. Josie shook her head again.

"Open book." Y/n suggested after looking at her math book.

"You're saying things that are in front of you." Josie concluded from their terrible suggestions and crossed her arms.

"Girl Without a Band Name?" Dicky gave one last recommendation. Josie was quiet for a second, and then she smiled. She snapped her finger.

"That's not bad. That's not bad." She said excitedly. Y/n and Dicky looked at each other in confusion.

"Check it out, womb-mates," Dawn suddenly said, as she walked up to them. Dicky and Ricky got off their chairs and walked towards her, to look at something that was on her tablet.

"Hey y/n, isn't there some cool Italian word I can use for my band name?" Josie asked when the two boys had left them alone at the café.

"Uh. . ." Y/n thought about it. "How about cagare?" She asked. Josie looked at her with widened eyes.

"Ooh! That sounds cool! What does it mean?" She asked, and y/n chuckled.

"It means poop." Y/n said and laughed. Josie's smile faded away.

"Right, Josie?" They suddenly heard Dicky ask.

"What?" Josie replied and walked towards them.

"My beard. You see it, right?"

"I see some chocolate." Josie stated and flicked Dicky's chin with the sponge to wipe it away.

"A chocolate-y man-beard." Dicky said and moved his eyebrows up and down.

"Ohh, that's a good band name!" Josie yelled and ran to the kitchen. Y/n frowned, but then shrugged.

Tom and Anne walked up to Ricky, Dicky, and Dawn, and y/n turned back around on her chair. She grabbed her phone and checked if she had any texts. She also wondered where Nicky was. When Josie returned from the kitchen, y/n looked up from her phone.

"What if you just call it amore?" Y/n proposed, "That means love."

Josie's eyes widened, "O-M-G! That is such a good name! Thanks, y/n!" She said excitedly. Y/n smiled in return.

". . . visit from the Quadfather?" They heard Tom say after they were done talking.

"The what-father?" Josie asked.

"The Quadfather." Tom replied. "He's the mystical being that visits quadruplets all over the world the week of their birthdays for a little sit-down," Tom explained, and then he laughed. "You see, because quadruplets have to share the same birthday, the Quadfather grants each of them their own special wish in exchange, of course, for a nice Italian meal. Then, on the day of their party, he magically appears and makes those wishes come true." Tom explained.

"So, why is he a beaver?" Josie asked. That was a question y/n had had for the past three years.

"Oh, you are gonna love this." Tom started, wanting to explain it to her, but Dicky interrupted him before he could even start.

"Hey, Daddy-o. Check out my jazz beard." He said, bending forward to show him the beard he had created with pepper.

"Oh, pepper," Tom said after he concluded it was pepper. He then sneezed loudly. "Ah! An olive. When did I have olives?"