“Just kidding, Y/N! He didn’t say that,” Dave laughed. “I just didn’t want you to get too ‘carried away’ with what I said, hehe.”
“You are so annoying, Dave!” you yelled and grabbed a pillow, throwing it straight into his face.
He gasped dramatically, “Oh, so that’s how we’re playing?” He picked up another pillow and tossed it right back at you. Before long, both of you were throwing pillows like wild kids, laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. You didn’t even notice the live stream of Quackity—Alex—still running on the screen behind you.
But suddenly, both of you froze.
“I forgot to mention this before I ended the stream yesterday,” Alex said, his voice calm but a little softer than usual. “I was surprised by one of my habibis who donated. And I, uh… I kinda ended the stream right after because of what I read.”
You and Dave slowly turned your heads toward the screen. Quackity was staring directly into the camera, his face a mix of nostalgia and sincerity.
“It said something like… ‘If you had a neighbor who became your friend when you were young, would you remember her?’ And, well…” He smiled. “I would like to say ‘yes.’”
You and Dave’s jaws dropped. The air in your room felt still.
“She was a girl,” he continued. “Being with her was fun. We played a lot. I haven’t seen her in forever, but if you’re watching this… I know it was you who asked. Mi amiga, I remember you.”
He gave a tiny smirk before turning his attention back to the game, as if what he said wasn’t a literal bombshell.
Your brain struggled to keep up.
‘He knows?! He actually knows it was me who donated? But—but how?!’
Then it hit you.
‘Of course he knows. Who else would’ve asked something like that? Only me…’
The comment section exploded:
> ‘Who?!’
‘Who is it?’
‘Does anyone know that person?’
‘What?! Who’s that habibi he remembered?!’
‘I KNOW THAT QUACKITY, YOU REMEMBERED ME LOL.’
‘Probably he was talking about me—jk… unless?’
‘She’s so lucky!’
More donations started pouring in:
> Mquacklove the Habibi donated $5.64
“Who’s that lucky girl you remember?!”
> Quackitylove the Habibi donated $0.58
“EXPLAIN. We need details!”
> ItsMeLizza the Habibi donated $1.00
“Tell us more about her!”
Quackity glanced at the chat, then widened his eyes at the flood of donations. He burst out laughing.
“Okay, okay! You guys are really curious, huh?” he chuckled. “Fine, I’ll tell you this much… I met her when I was a kid. She was my neighbor. We were pretty close—like, the closest. We’d play together almost every day. It’s a really sweet memory for me.”
He paused for a moment and added with a softer voice, “That’s all I’ll say.”
He turned his attention back to his game.
You sat there, speechless, eyes locked on the screen, heart racing.
Dave, meanwhile, was bouncing with excitement. He grabbed your shoulders and shook you like a maraca. “Y/N! HE REMEMBERED YOU! OMG! I—I can’t! OHHH MY GODDD!”
He squealed louder than you’ve ever heard. “Did you see that?! He looked straight into the camera like he was looking into your soul! I swear to god, am I dreaming?! Is this real life?!”
Still stunned, you blinked and finally let out a gasp. “Is this real, Dave?! Did he really say that? Did he really mean me?! Or am I hallucinating?!”
“Yes, girl! You heard it right! He knows it’s you! Girl, if you don’t message him after this, I will.”
You both collapsed into laughter, screaming into pillows to stop yourselves from completely freaking out. The stream ended, but the excitement buzzed in the air like electricity.
Later that night, the energy finally began to settle.
You and Dave lay side by side in bed, wrapped in blankets. He yawned and smiled sleepily. “Alright, girl. Goodnight. Have sweet dreams of your gamer boy.”
He tucked a fuzzy blanket over you like a mom, and you both giggled.
“Same to you too, Dave,” you said softly.
It felt peaceful. Safe. But your mind was still racing.
You stared at the ceiling, the darkness of the room only making your thoughts louder.
He remembers me… After all these years.
You sighed quietly.
I wonder… does he still have that picture? The one where we were smiling together by his birthday cake?
You remembered his mother laughing, her camera flashing. The warmth of the room. The softness of Alex’s hand when he held yours that day.
That memory felt like yesterday.
Before you even realized it, your eyes closed and your thoughts faded…
And you fell asleep with a soft smile.
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I Can't Move On || Quackity x Reader (Fanfic 2)
Fanfiction(Character x reader) 2 "You seriously the Ex of the famous gamer Quackity?" - Do you still love him? "yes i can't move on" You and him started as a childhood friend you and him lost a path together but also the destiny meet you and him again but a...
