It started with a Raid War / Quackity x Reader Fanfic

thirty-two

Alex hasn't talked to me in a week. In fact, I haven't seen Alex in a week.

That's a lie. I saw him one time. He was headed into his room after getting some water. But that's the extent of it.

I'm trying to give him his space, but it's hard. It's hard to not be able to speak to the one person you want to talk to.

I mean we should've been able to see each other at least once. We share a bathroom for pete's sake.

Nick, on the other hand, has been talking to me. He explained to me that he understands that we weren't together, so I was free to do whatever I'd like.

I still talk to Nick but not all the time like we used to. I feel guilty when we talk with Alex a room away.

I've decided to join George's stream. It's technically the first public appearance I'll have since the incident. I've ignored twitter, instagram, youtube, tiktok and twitch completely for the past week. I've resorted to reading a book for entertainment.

I get on call with Nick before the stream. He's talking about his day when there's a knock on my door. My heart starts to speed up. It's him. He's finally going to talk to me.

I go to open the door. "Hi," I say, "come on in."

He walks into my room. "I just wanted to talk since we're both going to be on George's stream, y'know to clear some things-" He pauses as he glances at my monitor. "Is that Sapnap?"

Crap. In all my excitement that Alex wanted to talk, I didn't close out of discord before answering the door.

"Yeah, we were just talking about the stream and stuff."

"Oh okay," He looks hurt. "Well I just wanted to sat that my position on the situation is the same, and that I don't want it to be awkward. That's all."

He leaves the room faster than he came. That didn't clear anything up at all.

Timeskip like a week

Alex is now acting as if nothing had happened at all, except that we only talk about the bare minimum. We talk about what groceries we need or something funny thats happened, but that's the extent. There's no connection between us anymore. I just miss him.

George asked me to be on an alt stream with the Dream Team. We play a bunch of games of bed wars. Sapnap and I destroy Dream and George.

After the stream, Dream and I are the last ones in the call.

"Can I ask a question?" He asks.

"What's up?" I nod.

"What happened a couple weeks ago on Karl's stream. Sapnap's been kinda quiet about the whole thing."

"Oh that's a story."

"I have a wacked up sleep schedule, so I have some time." He chuckles.

I take a deep breath and tell Dream the whole story. He stays quiet while I explain it, only interrupting when he gets a little confused.

"And now Quackity isn't acting the same, and Sapnap is. And it's all just a little confusing." I let out a breath of relief. I don't think I've been able to tell someone the whole story and lay it out in the open. It feels nice to get it off my chest.

He lets the story sink in. "I know I'm best friends with Nick, so I might be a little bias." He thinks for a second. "Actually they're both great guys. Either one would treat you great. It's down to whoever you feel fits with you best."

"I can see myself with both of them."

"How so?" He asks.

"Alex would keep me on my toes with his late night drives and chaotic nature. But I'd always be clear with Nick's feelings and where I stand with him. There's a future on both sides. How can I tell which one is better for me?"

"Which one do you feel drawn to?"

He really knows the questions to ask doesn't he?

Which one do I feel drawn to?

I can see myself going on late night car rides with Alex. I could see us going to new places. I could see him pushing me against counters to kiss me all the time just to reminisce in our first kiss, each one as equally passionate as our first.

But Nick would provide me comfort. We'd watch movies in the dark and whisper jokes to each other. I can see myself trying to get a steak recipe perfect, and he'd be my supporter through all my failures. He'd pick me up when I cry and wipe away my tears. I would never have to doubt that he'd be there when I fell.

"I'm.. I'm not sure."

"Then you have some stuff to figure out then," Dream says.

"What if.. What if it's too late?" I ask softly, more scared of the answer than asking the question.

"Listen, I'm not one to be all sappy, but if it's truly meant to be and its fate or whatever, then it will never be too late."

I sit for a moment, letting it all soak in.

"And when you do make a decision," he continues, "make sure it's the right one."

I swallow. "You're right. Thank you. It means a lot."

"Of course, y/n."

word count: 855

 author's note: 

i finished the first couple chapters of my next fanfic so i think i might just start mass posting this one till it's done lol 

have a great day