chad - a Quackity fanfiction (Quackity x Y/N) Updates Friday, Saturday, & Sunday

Chapter 25: Unravel

The days following the dinner at TwitchCon were filled with a mix of emotions for both Y/N and Quackity. They continued to spend time together at the convention, laughing and bonding over their shared love for gaming and content creation. But beneath the surface, there was an unspoken tension, a lingering sense of uncertainty that neither of them could ignore.

Y/N found herself constantly analyzing every interaction with Quackity, searching for any hint of his true feelings. Did he regret inviting her to TwitchCon? Was he just being polite by spending time with her? The questions gnawed at her, fueling her insecurities and making her heart ache.

As for Quackity, he couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, he valued his friendship with Y/N and enjoyed spending time with her. But on the other hand, he couldn't shake the guilt he felt for unintentionally hurting her with his actions. He wanted to be honest with her, to explain that he hadn't meant to lead her on, but he was also afraid of the consequences.

One evening, as they sat together in a quiet corner of the convention center, Y/N mustered up the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing on her mind.

"Quackity, can I ask you something?" she began tentatively.

He looked at her, his dark eyes filled with curiosity. "Of course, go ahead," he replied.

"I saw some pictures on social media of you with other girls," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to know... are you seeing someone?"

Quackity hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I've been hanging out with some people, but it's nothing serious," he admitted. "I don't want to hurt anyone, but I also don't want to be alone."

Y/N felt a pang of disappointment, but she appreciated his honesty. "I understand," she said, trying to hide the hurt in her voice.

Quackity reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I care about you, Y/N," he said softly. "I never want to hurt you, and I hope you know that."

She nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "I know," she replied. "I just... I don't want to be just another person you hang out with."

Quackity's expression softened, and he looked into her eyes with sincerity. "You're not just another person," he said. "You're someone special to me, and I don't want to lose that."

Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his words, a glimmer of hope that maybe he did care about her more than she had thought. But she couldn't ignore the reality of the situation – he was still seeing other people, and she couldn't force him to feel something he didn't.

As the night went on, they continued to talk, sharing stories and laughter like they always did. But there was an underlying tension that neither of them could ignore. It was as if a delicate thread was holding them together, and Y/N feared that one wrong move could unravel everything.

In the days that followed TwitchCon, Y/N found herself unable to shake the feelings of uncertainty and heartache. She couldn't bear to see Quackity with other girls, and yet she couldn't bring herself to distance herself from him either. It was a constant battle between her heart and her head.

Meanwhile, Quackity was grappling with his own emotions. He cared deeply for Y/N and valued their friendship, but he was also struggling with the weight of his past and the fear of hurting her. He wanted to be honest with her, to lay all his cards on the table, but he was afraid of the consequences.

One evening, as they sat together in a park, the setting sun casting a warm glow over everything around them, Y/N finally mustered up the courage to speak her truth.

"Quackity, I need to be honest with you," she said, her voice steady despite the nerves churning inside her. "I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when it's not. I have feelings for you, and seeing you with other girls hurts."

Quackity looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and understanding. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I never meant to hurt you."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "I know you didn't," she replied. "And I know you can't control how you feel. But I also can't ignore my own feelings. I need to do what's best for me, even if it means stepping back for a while."

Quackity nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I understand," he said. "And I respect your decision. But I hope you know that I still value our friendship.

The weeks passed by, and the connection between Quackity and Y/N remained distant and strained. Though they had not spoken directly, they both felt the unspoken tension between them. Each day brought new challenges as they tried to navigate their feelings without acknowledging them.

Quackity, in his own way, tried to bury the guilt he felt for not being more upfront with Y/N about his intentions. He threw himself into his work, streaming tirelessly to distract himself from the thoughts that threatened to consume him. But no matter how many laughs he shared with his fans, there was an emptiness he couldn't shake.

Meanwhile, Y/N found herself in a constant battle of emotions. She tried to focus on her own life, to let go of the past and move forward. But every time she saw Quackity's streams or stumbled upon a picture of him, her heart ached with a mix of longing and resentment.

One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, Y/N found herself unable to sleep. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Quackity and the unresolved feelings between them. In a moment of vulnerability, she decided to reach out to him, typing a simple message.

"Hey, it's been a while. How have you been?"

Quackity's heart skipped a beat when he saw Y/N's message. He hadn't expected her to reach out, and he didn't know how to respond. Part of him wanted to ignore it, to avoid the complexities that their conversation might bring. But another part of him yearned for closure, to face the truth and address the feelings that had been lingering between them.

He took a deep breath and typed a reply, "Hey! I've been good, just busy with streaming and stuff. How about you?"

Y/N felt a mix of relief and anxiety as she read Quackity's response. She had expected him to brush her off or give a vague answer, but his willingness to engage in conversation surprised her. She hesitated for a moment before typing her reply, "I've been okay too, just keeping busy with work and stuff."

Their conversation continued late into the night, each message carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. They talked about their lives, their interests, and the things that had changed since they last saw each other. And as the conversation flowed, so did the underlying tension between them.

In a moment of vulnerability, Y/N mustered the courage to ask, "I saw some pictures of you with other girls. Are you dating someone now?"

Quackity's heart sank at the question. He knew he couldn't hide the truth any longer. "Yeah, I've been going on a few dates," he admitted. "I didn't want to bring it up because I didn't want to hurt you."

Y/N's heart clenched at his response, but she appreciated his honesty. "I see," she replied simply, not wanting to reveal the depth of her feelings.

The conversation continued, dancing around the unspoken emotions that hung in the air. They both knew that they needed to confront their feelings, but the fear of getting hurt held them back.

As the night grew darker, they eventually said their goodbyes, leaving the conversation open-ended. Y/N closed her phone, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She knew that they couldn't go on like this, tiptoeing around their feelings.

In the days that followed, Y/N found herself reflecting on their conversation. She knew that she had to be honest with herself and with Quackity. It was time to confront the truth and figure out what they both wanted.

And so, with a heart full of determination, Y/N made a decision. It was time to take a leap of faith and find the courage to lay her feelings bare. She couldn't predict the outcome, but she knew that the only way forward was to be honest and open, no matter how vulnerable it made her feel.