imagines and headcanons

↠ wait ▪︎ imagine

[summary]
↳ what's it like spending the afternoon with quackity?

[warning/s]
↳ language! pure fluff and cringe writing as usual :)

[notes]
↳ hello! in this one-shot i think i'm more comfortable with using alex's real name because like i said in the previous one, alex and quackity are two different personas. so yeah. hi alex.

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iMessage

Y/N

hey dumbass

i'm here !

can you see me?

where I can't see your face???

look up stupid

Alex raised his eyes just as you were frantically waving at him. You pulled your mask down to your chin so you're able to breathe.

He mirrored your wide grin and took your body in an embrace once you were in front of him. You hugged him just as tight as he hugged you. It felt quite relieving after those months of long distance. Voice calls and FaceTime just don't suffice, the physical touches cannot be topped.

"Have you ever washed your beanie? Smells so bad, dude."

Alex's smile was immediately wiped away and flashed into a blank look. You tried not to turn into hysterics in the middle of an airport but the tears are threatening to come out any second.

"This is what I get? I just got to see my girlfriend after like- 5 months."

"This is what you get for not washing your hat, you smelly."

Instinctively, he took your laptop bag from you to his right hand, while his left grabbed your hand. "I'm not smelly! I literally picked this beanie up from the dryer."

"Okay, smelly."

"I'm not!"

The two of you climbed inside of his car in comfortable silence. While he was driving, you were annoyingly taking pictures of his side profile and the streets you were passing. He told you this before, but you have just experienced what traffic was like in Mexico. (Spoiler: there were a lot of interactions from the people outside)

Before you knew it, Alex stopped the car.

"My parents aren't actually home right now, so you have a few hours to breathe." He chuckled.

"Thank God," you let out a sigh of relief. In all honesty, you wanted to meet his mom and dad, but the pressure can be kind of anxiety-inducing. You have a knack of trying to reach other people's expectations of you, trying to impress them. So when it comes to your boyfriend's parents, you have to give your all.

You followed Alex until the two of you reached the door. He gently opened it with ease and lead the way inside, waiting for you to enter until closing the door.

You smiled a bit upon seeing his house for the first time, imagining little Alexis running around the living room. You chuckled a bit when you saw the kitchen, remembering his pizza making stream which was a hilarious disaster.