dreamteam + friends x reader oneshots

quackity x reader (angst)

cw: cheating, swearing, smoking
1702 words.
based off of the song "yer killin me" by remo drive

"I don't wanna fucking be here anymore."

Alex looked you in the eyes as he uttered those cruel words. Your voice was faltering from screaming at him back and forth for the last half of an hour. Your eyes were sore from crying-- you couldn't help it when people raised their voices at you-- but those words caused your tears to continue pouring out of your tired eyes.

You were trying to explain your side of the situation that happened earlier tonight, but no words left your mouth as a sense of anxiety began to fill your stomach. You would never cheat on him, and it wasn't your fault that your ex decided to throw themselves on top of you and start kissing you at the party. You were drunk, and you didn't realize what was happening before it was too late. And of course, you didn't even kiss back, but Alex just happened to return from grabbing a snack at that very moment. As soon as he saw you, Alex stormed out of the house and into his car. You followed him immediately and he reluctantly let you into the passenger side. He drove you home in silence, with tension that could be cut with a knife.

Now, you opened your mouth to speak again, but you were slightly afraid and failed to defend yourself. You were faced with a very angry Alex in front of you, his eyes slightly teary but mostly filled with rage. He was more upset with the situation than he was at you, but he wasn't able to express the way he felt clearly. He stepped towards the door, pushing down the handle to leave your shared bedroom.

"I'm leaving forever, if you miss me whatever, I don't care."

He loudly shut the door behind him without a glance at your tear-stained cheeks. You winced at his harsh words, he was definitely upset. A part of you knew that he didn't mean what he said. Still, you couldn't help but feel that he might have been slightly truthful. For a moment, you too became angry. Sharply, you raised your voice and replied to him through the closed door.

"Fine. Go." you said, not meaning the words that fell out of your mouth. "I'm tired of your face and the way that you hate everything."

You realized that he was already gone and sank into the sheets and pillows of your bed, starting to cry again and hoping Alex would come back soon.

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Meanwhile, Alex was driving down the highway at an alarming speed. He took an exit and found himself in a random, deserted parking lot. He checked the time, reading 1:37 AM. He lit a cigarette in his hand-- he didn't usually smoke cigarettes, he was more of a weed kind of guy-- but he really felt like he needed some nicotine (or anything) to cruise his veins until the situation with you was sorted out, and he had no bud in the car for legal reasons.

"You make me want to start smoking cigarettes so I die slowly."

Alex was beyond hurt. He couldn't believe what had happened. He loved you with his whole heart, and you were everything to him. Soon enough, his anger began to falter into sadness as he rested his face in the palms of his hands. After multiple accounts with other people that gave him immense trust issues, he should have expected that you would hurt him too. But despite everything, he missed you. He still loved you after presumably hurting him so much.

"Anything that's bad for me, you're killing me. You're killing me,"  he said to himself, alone in the driver's seat and inhaling the smoke. Disgusted and unamused by the cigarette, he put it out and threw it out the window. At that moment, he realized he had to make things right with you. Even if that meant breaking up, he couldn't leave you alone in the state you were in. It filled him with immense guilt to see you crying no matter what, especially because of him, but his anger blinded him. Alex put the car in "DRIVE" to return to you before it was too late.