dirty crime boy; quackity x reader ✔️

t h i r t y - f i v e

your pov

   you took several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. you were on high alert, watching for anything that could lead you to finding alex.

   you called out his name, hoping for a response. it didn't matter who answered, any reply was better than nothing. you kept walking, until you heard a hushed chuckle. you instantly ran to the voice.

   "let him go!" you ordered as you turned the corner. you had your gun pointed in front of you. the lights suddenly turned on, revealing..

   ..alex! he was by himself, and around him was a table, several pictures and notes, and his laptop. you ran up to him, hugging him tightly.

   you broke the hug after, punching his arm and pushing him repeatedly. "what the f*ck is wrong with you?! do you know how worried i was?!" you were angry, relieved, and confused. this was by far the worst prank anyone's done on you.

   "ow, ow, relax! it was the only way i knew you'd get here faster!" he answered. you glared at him, not all that amused with his response.

   "you could've just said it was really important! no need to fake a kidnapping to get me here faster. besides, where the f*ck are we?!" you scolded.

   "this, my friend, is my secret hiding place! not to be shared with anyone else, got it?" he explains.

   hearing that, you quickly realized what you did before coming to the warehouse. "uh..does puffy know about th-"

   "mhm, she knows. she also knows that i'm not actually in danger, so you don't need to worry about your backup." he reassured.

   you let out a sigh of relief. "you're an idiot, you know that?" he sits back down in his chair. "i know, i get that a lot."

   you walk around the warehouse, looking at everything he's put up on his walls. as you kept observing, you noticed that this wasn't at all related to the wild cards/venoms feud.

   "uh, why are there pictures of me when i was 10?" you ask.

that's when you turned around to see him looking all serious. this was a look you hadn't seen before. he looked apprehensive about what he was about to say.

he turned to the corkboard, decorated with photos you couldn't remember taking. "this is all the information i gathered to find you. i came across this place after you moved away."

he turned to you. "i always thought of what would happen if we'd ever meet again, if you'd change or if you'd still be the same as you were when you left."

you walked up next to him, looking at the corkboard. the longer you looked, the more familiar you felt with the pictures. it was as if your memories were slowly coming back, like the accident never happened.

"how did you get these?" you ask, turning to alex.

"my mom had them in an envelope by her desk. she wanted to keep memories of my first friend." he answered, smiling at the thought.

"why did you start doing all this research on me? shouldn't you have asked your mom to give us a call?" you question, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"well, the reason you guys had to move was also the reason we couldn't really keep in touch. besides, even if i were to give you guys a call, nobody would answer." he replied.

you both stood there in silence, gazing in front of you. you took it all in, realizing that your childhood best friend — who you've only known about for a few months now — had been keeping a close eye on you, practically being a stalker.

you wondered how he felt when he found all this. was the corkboard of memories his first thought? or did it come up when he found the warehouse? you were so curious about the past, curious of how much you meant to alex.

   alex suddenly breaks the silence. "you know, at first when i saw you again, so many thoughts ran through my mind that i completely forgot the first thing i wanted to say to you."

   you look back at him. he looked a bit regretful of what he just said, as if he couldn't avoid what you were about to ask, and how he would have to respond. "and what might that be?"

   he took one deep breath in before completely turning to you. gazing deeply into his baby brown eyes, you pondered what his response would be. "it's something i've been thinking about ever since you got here, something i've wanted to tell you since we were kids."

"i like you."

a/n:
omg hiiii it's been so long i've missed you guys sm 😭😭😭
i'm so sorry about all the waiting, my head hasn't been in the right space and i'd just been through a bad breakup soo i haven't had much energy to even open wattpad :(
to be brutally honest with yall, i might just end the fic here to leave it up to your imagination. i'll most likely give you guys a little peek at what i had planned for the fic as to not leave you confused by anything :)
but anyways yeah i really hope you guys enjoyed this fic, i hate how it turned out but im glad you liked it nonetheless and i'm grateful for your support <3
take care, stay safe!