Quackity x Reader Oneshots [Requests Open]

A Singer's Best Moment Part 1

Keys: Y/N - Your Name
L/N - Last Name
N/N - Nickname
S/N - Stage Name
H/C - Hair Color
Word Count: 2555 Words
Requested by: ellieeisgucci

//; A little author's note, I wrote this in less than 24 hours so please don't be disappointed. A big thanks to ellieeisgucci for requesting, as I had a similar idea that I had writer's block on. Hope this makes up for the lack of updates before the previous oneshot :)

3rd Person P.O.V.

Y/N L/N had everything she wanted. She was a pop star in a girl group called Moonlight, which consisted of four members. She wrote music, and had great fashion. She went on world tours. She was beautiful. Her members didn't have any controversy, and neither did she. The group was wholeheartedly strong and loving towards each other. Yes, Y/N was incredibly grateful that Simon Cowell had picked the group up when they were at the lowest of lows. 

Y/N's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes as I heard Aliyah calling my name. "N/N, are you sure you're fine? You've been spacing out a lot. If you want, we don't have to do dance practice today.." She trailed off, holding her guitar in her hands. "Yeah, we can stop now if you'd like. You're the leader after all," Ava frowned, walking beside me. Ira nodded from the floor, placing her phone to the side. "No, I'm fine. I guess I just was reminiscing the past." They all 'oh'ed at me. "Well, even if I am spacing out, we still have two weeks before the performance in America starts. We need to get in as much practice in, girls. Two! Three!"

Hoover's P.O.V.

I dropped my bag in my room, and walked into the kitchen. "Hoover, something came in the mail for you," my dad told me as he worked on his computer. "When is Mom coming home?" "Before dinner." I nodded, and looked through the mail for today. Most were just bills, but I finally managed to find an envelope with my name on it, along with a pink TV sticker. I smiled. I knew who it was. I opened the envelope, and a thick letter fell out. I picked up the letter, and opened it. It had about five to six tickets to Coachella inside, which explained why it was thick. I started reading what was on the paper.

'Dear Jack,

Heya! Been a long time since we've talked, right? I'm sorry, I've been busy practicing the new dance routine. As usual, I've sent you your ticket to come watch us at Coachella. I've also thrown in a few more, just in case you want to bring some friends. I know what you're going to say, that I shouldn't buy you tickets, but this is going to be my last time so you don't nag me anymore. I can't promise that, though. Also, call me when you can, I've got something important to tell you. Hope to see you there, loser!

From,
Y/N <3

P.S. No homo :)'

I smiled, before pulling my phone out. I called N/N, and she picked up almost immediately. "Jack! It's been, like, two weeks since I sent the letter, what happened? " "Well, I barely got it today. What did you want to tell me?" I put her on speaker, and she was about to speak, before she got cut off by Ava. "Is this Hoover? Hi Hoover! S/N talks about you a lot to us! Are you guys really close? *Gasp* Are you guys dating? Oooo~!" I chuckled. "Ava!!!!!" I heard Y/N's voice, though it sounded far away. "Yes, I'm Hoover, we're best friends, and no, we're not dating. Doesn't N/N have a boyfriend?" "Nah, nah, she doesn't.. she's looking for one, though. I know! You should find her one! Maybe one of your friends could be of interest!" I thought about it for a moment, before I nodded. "Yeah, I'll see. See you guys in two weeks!"

-Time Skip-

"Brandon, what the hell are you doing?" Tyler asked as he got out of the plane. "I'm trying to get my earbuds, some baby got them and I'm trying to find them!" Alex almost shrieked at the mention of the word baby, while I just rubbed my eyes. "Shut up, geez. You guys are too loud.." I mumbled, yawning. Aksel just chuckled, and called an Uber. "We've got to drop our shit off at the hotel and then get some lunch," he discussed among the five of us. "What about showering? You guys smell like shit," I added. Tyler frowned. "Oh fuck you!" "Well, we can shower when we get back to the hotel after lunch. If we're lucky, we could fit in a game of mini golf. We alright with that?" "Yup."