the lower case is on purpose since that's how i feel writing this.

this was made because a certain somebody *cough* oreoeve *cough* inspired me haha.

reader's age - 18

alex's age 19

enjoy, I guess.

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//your pov//

3am is the time to be alive, fellas.

you just hang up low tone lights in your room, get a beverage and load up a movie or something on your computer and you're set.

i got bored of netflix, so i decided i'd hop on omegle before i hit the 4am mark.

as per usual, i skipped the creepy old dudes, fake cams, and guys jacking off.

and that's when i saw him.

gray sweatshirt, blue beanie.

dark hair, gorgeous eyes.

'oh he cute,' i thought.

he looked bored, his head resting on his hand, as he slowly rocked himself back and forth on his swivel chair.

"oh somebody normal, cool," i broke the ice, "hi."

"hey," he perked his head up.

"soooo what's up?" i asked.

"i can tell you're here to actually make friends," he gave me a cheeky smirk, "good. you?"

"as good as i can be, haha."

he must've noticed we both had an interest in youtube, "youtube huh?"

"yeh."

"yo look up my channel," he said.

"wow shameless self promo. what's the name?" i asked.

"quackity."

"pfft. seriously, dude?" i chuckled at the name.

"what can i say? i'm a duck kind of guy."

i giggled as i used my phone to look him up.

"nice room," he complimented.

"thanks."

and then i saw the subscriber count, "hOLY FUCK MAN."

"what?"

he literally had over 2 million subs and was asking me what.

"you are literally the first big youtuber i've ever met, holy shit," i stated in surprise.

like, damn.

"i feel honored," he smiled.

"that's impressive, my guy."

"thanks. do you have a channel?" he asked.

"nah, but i got an insta."

he looked somewhat intrested.

"what's your username?"

"haha i'm not telling you," I smirked.

"c'mon, i gave you my youtube," he raised his eyebrows

i sighed, "but it's different. i'm tiny compared to you."

"that doesn't matter to me in the slightest. just tell me."

"fine. it's *insta username*."

(note: i am defaulting the reader to be an artist, since...idk.)

i could feel my anxiety rise as he searched it on his phone.

"so your name is y/n?" he looked up at me.

"yeah.."

"it's pretty."

"thanks."

"no problem, habibi."

"what'd you call me?"

he only chuckled in response.

"it be like that sometimes," i shook my head, causing him to laugh.

"wow..holy crap y/n, this shit is sick."

"oh god don't tell me you're looking through my account," i huffed.

"oh you know i am."

"bitch," i hissed.

"but seriously, your art is like, fucking amazing."

"ha it's not but thanks anyway."

and then i received a notification on my phone.

-instagram: quackity is now following you.

and then i got a spam of.

-instagram: quackity liked your post.

"oh my god," i chuckled as my phone literally turned into a vibrator-

"well since i know your name, i might as well introduce myself. my name's alexis, alex for short."

"ohhh i like your name. i was just gonna call you mr. quack, but alex sounds better," I snickered.

"why thank you, habibi,"he smiled.

and that's when i started getting spam messages from my best friend, b/f/n.

"why the fuck is your phone freaking out, i already liked all your posts," alex raised an eyebrow.

"my friend is spamming me. i think it's because you liked my posts and followed me. i think they might watch your vidoes."

"oh damn."

since i didn't feel like texting them back, i just facetimed them, resulting in them yelling into their phone, destroying mine, and probably alex's ears.

"y/N HAVE YOU REALIZED THAT QUACKITY IS FOLLOWING YOU AND LITERALLY LIKED ALL YOUR POSTS?!"

"i am aware, b/f/n."

alex was chuckling at the whole ordeal.

"is somebody with you?" they must've heard him, not realizing who he was.

"oh it's just a new friend i met on omegle, wanna meet him?" i asked them.

"uh, sure??" they tilted their head.

as soon as i switched the camera to alex, they screeched like a banshee.

"hi," alex waved.

"oH MY GOD. IT'S YOU!!"

"yeah it's me."

"I'M SUCH A BIG FAN!!!"

"thank you," alex smiled.

"i'm way too loud, i'm sorry!! i just love your videos so much!!" they put their hands over their mouth.

"it's alright, don't apologize."

"oh my god, b/f/n, don't cry," i chuckled.

"shuT UP Y/N, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW AMAZING THIS IS."

"shit okay."

alex laughed, "well thank you for watching, b/f/n. it means a lot to me."

they wiped their eye, "thank you for making your videos and just doing what you do. y/n, i'm going to go to bed, so goodnight and make sure to actually sleep for once."

"heh, okay. night b/f/n."

and they hung up.

"thanks for doing that. that made them really happy."

"anytime, habibi."

"seriously, the fuck does that mean?"

"you can figure it out yourself," he winked.

'oh my god he's making me blush,' i felt my cheeks warm up.

"i should've asked b/f/n..."

i yawned, because my body just had to decide to get tired.

"muy lindo.." he mumbled something in spanish.

"huh?"

"anyways, i'm assuming it's late where you're at?"

"yeah, early ams."

"damn. it's like late noon here."

"nice. i'm a trooper when it comes to all nighters."

alex smiled, "epic. but honestly, you're friend is right, you should get some sleep, habibi."

"i guess you're right."

"this won't be the last you hear from me, habibi."

"k, duck man," I smirked.

"ouch," he stated sarcastically.

"night, alex."

"have a good sleep y/n," alex rubbed the back of his neck, "it was really nice talking to you. i'll be sure to dm you soon."

i could see he was blushing through my laptop's screen.

'he's such a cutie omg.'

"it was fun talking to you too. i'll be sure to answer when you hit me up."

"heh, good."

and i signed out of omegle.

before going to bed, i googled what 'habibi' meant.

...

oh my god.