private messages: N/Nbee and quackityhq
quackityhq: hey good morning
[ N/Nbee is online ]
N/Nbee: buenas morning fucktard⁉️
quackityhq: 😡 it's
buenos días
🚫🛑🆎🅱️⁉️❔⏭🔢↔️⤴️⬅️👁🗨☑️🏂⛷🏉
N/Nbee: can u even say good morning if u never sleep
ur eye bags are bigger than ur actual eyes, sorry sweaty
quackityhq: sleep is for massive pussies
you're just sad ur not on that grind 👊👋
us real gamers know what's up 👅💦
N/Nbee: defensive, aren't we, mi cielito?
quackityhq: 🤬u take that back
N/Nbee: owo
quackityhq: 9w9
N/Nbee: shut up
quackityhq: hazme
N/Nbee: who's that
quackityhq: o o o o o o o o o o o
op o
oppa gangnam style🤘👌👉
N/Nbee: unfriended, blocked, can't believe i ever talked to you
quackityhq: unfriended? so we're friends ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
N/Nbee: blocked
quackityhq: wait wait i have to tell you something
unblock me 😭😭😭
N/Nbee: unblocked?
quackityhq: bitch
N/Nbee: you little fucking...
[N/Nbee is offline]
quackityhq: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
//
"Hhhhhhhahhhhhhuhhhh," groaned Ani, "I think I've literally done a video on every subreddit. There's nothing left. R/facepalm... R/perfecttiming... even R/oddlyshapedchips! Y/N, you haven't hit rock bottom until you have a edit a fifteen-minute video laughing at potato chips that look like Africa. I had to put in, like, fifty Toto memes just to keep the video relevant. Between me, Brandon, Henry, and... well, the entire reddit crew, seriously, everything's been done. Everything!"
"Don't rule out the Youtube comment forums, Ani," you teased her. You'd been in a voice call with her for almost half an hour trying to think of a new video topic, but you hadn't found anything worthwhile yet.
She just sigh-chuckled in response.
"I dunno, do a video with Alex? He's not really part of the reddit-video thing, you guys can make a video on Pixie Hollow or GirlsGoGames or some shit. You'll get views from his followers, at least. If you can convince him to make another Movie Star Planet video, you'll get tons of views, his first one was pretty funny."
"You-- you guys are pretty close, huh?" She laughed, her worries temporarily forgotten.
"No," you defended quickly.
"Yes, you are!" She teased, "You guys are so cute, oh my god."
"I hate his fucking guts. Shut up," you said, a clammy flush tingling along your neck. You clenched your hands tightly.
"You called him Alex, not duck furry or whatever. You called him by his first name! Come on, you can be honest with me, Y/N, it's fine if you guys are friends. I would love that! Actually, going off of your suggestion, we could make a three-way collab? Bonding time!"
You stumbled in your thoughts, hesitantly considering it; it felt like there was something wrong with the situation. It didn't feel like anger, but you gritted your teeth all the same.
"Y/N?" She asked after a bit.
Edging down the anxiety, you grimaced and shook your head. You thought you heard a faint beeping sound, like someone had joined the call, but you shook it off. Probably just paranoia.
"Not— Not right now, Ani. I don't think that's a good..."
"That's fine!" She assured quickly, "I'm just happy you two aren't on the verge of World War III anymore."
"I guess."
"So, Movie Star Planet, huh? Want to reminisce your days of scamming your online boyfriends into buying you clothes?"
"Persuasion is not scamming, I was just very... uh, forward with my requests!"
"So you didn't promise them something impossible in return?" A cheeky voice suggested.
You gaped, completely baffled by his appearance. It was supposed to be a private call— although, Ani always had at least a couple of tricks hidden in her oversized sweatshirt sleeves.
"No response, huh, chica? Seems like someone is feeling guilty," he sang, lilting his voice irritatingly.
"Mi vida," you sneered at him.
"Oh, Díos mío, I'm so offended!"
"Why are you in this chat, Alex? I thought I had put up the 'no fuckboys allowed' sign, but apparently I forgot."
"Wha— Ha— But, Habibi! How could you insult me like this?" He cried, sniffling melodramatically. Your face flushed automatically, upset from being called a pet name by him. As if! You scoffed and fired back.
"I'm not your Habibi, you fucking mi alma!"
"But—" Ani said.
"Did you know that, uh, Moto Moto likes y—"
"Alex, don't start a fight again," Ani pleaded.
"Do it," you encouraged loathingly.
"I didn't come here to fight, Ani, and you started it, Y/N! Not my fault you're totally unepic."
"Alex, leave," you demanded, suddenly defensive. You had grown to accept that he wasn't a completely inept reprobate, but there was no way that you'd let him into your private conversations with Ani. You weren't even sure you were friends; he was a jerk, and you were an hermosa, whatever that meant.
"Y/N, I actually had something important to tell to you and Ani," he muttered, seeming dejected.
"I... agh, fine."
"Go ahead, Alex," Ani added.
"Well, epic, I just wanted you to know that the plural of octopus is actually octopodes or octopuses because of the common Latin misconception that—"
You left the chat, splashed water onto your reddened cheeks, and screamed into the nearest pillow.
//
translations
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Díos mío: my God
Habibi: beautiful
all of the other words have been previously mentioned.
//
A/N: sorry for the delay in updates, i'm not the best at consistency and motivation! i'm in a drarry fic fest right now so that is taking a lot of my creativity and time, but i'm still committed to this fic, so don't worry! :)
however, it would be cool if y'all commented predictions for the book! what do you think will happen with our beloved y/n and alex? i'd love to see your ideas!
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red siesta • quackity x reader
Fanfiction""I... I could always just teach you Spanish, you know." There was a hint of a smile in his voice that offset you. A sly smile, not genuine-- something teasing underlying. You were tempted to disagree, but... From there, only Thanos knew what would...
