dnsisnakah - Tumblr blog

[dnsisnakah]

hi hi!! idk if you write smut but if you do could you please please please(sabrina carpenter reference🤭) write something about quackity fingering you? LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN BROS HANDS😍😍🥵🫀

by the way, I’ve also been thinking about his hands for quite some time, like... yeah.

smut.

you often looked at your boyfriend’s hands. the way he types something on the keyboard, the way he scrolls through social media feeds on his phone and basically does something with his own hands... girl, you have problems.

every time you feel dizziness and a sweet craving in the lower abdomen from just looking at them, you shake your head and try to switch your attention to something else while you squeeze your thighs together and bite your lips.

but the problem is that he knows. he sees and feels your glances, and can literally read on your face what you are thinking. he grins every time you let out a restrained sigh after another session of looking at his hands.

the way he’s in the car while you’re driving somewhere, tapping one finger on your thigh, drawing slow circles and squeezing. he's teasing. he waits for you to ask.

and now you’ve been sitting on your bed for about ten minutes... or rather, he’s sitting, and you’re lying with your back on his chest, trying not to bring your knees together and not to whine. a smile tugs at his lips as he wetly kisses your ear, drawing circles on your clitoris with his fingers, pulling muffled moans from your lips. His second free hand approaches your breast, its fingers pinching the nipple between them, twisting it and squeezing it harder. you lean your head back on his shoulder, moaning quietly instead of asking him to finally insert at least one finger into you.

Quackity kisses and sucks the skin on your neck, leaving red and wet marks behind his lips as he teases your lower lips a little and finally slides a finger inside you. your hips swayed slightly towards his hand, wanting more contact, to which the guy grins, pushing his finger a little faster, and a little later introduces a second one.

wet and lewd sounds merge with your moans in the walls of your bedroom, causing you to approach the edge faster. your knees are shaking, your hands are squeezing the sheets near your lover’s hips while he gives you the pleasure that you have been thinking about for so long and harboring sweet fantasies in the evenings.

– that's it, good girl. cum for me, okay? be obedient today.- Quackity purrs, inserting a third finger into your warmth while his other hand caresses your breasts and his mouth is so close to your ear, bringing husky praises to your consciousness, driving you crazy.

-honestly, I can't get much out of me when it comes to this stuff, so-- excuse me??? but I'll try to be better I promise! (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)-

[dnsisnakah]

so uhm, hi! I'm yul, nice to see ya here! :]

I'm here to tell you guys some things about me I guess.

im a girl, adult and not really tall.

I'm Russian. (so I'm really sorry if you found a mistakes in my works :"])

I know a few languages! it's Russian, English and also Spanish a bit! :]

I'm bisexual ehe.

just as a matter of fact, I'm a highly sensitive person haha

I write fluff, can do some smut but i can't promise it will be good...

I'm not going to detail murder, rape, coercion and other violence.

----

if you have something for me - feel free to give it to me, the questions are open and I will try to write it for you. ♡

[dnsisnakah]

it's as if this boy is truly cursed.

rejected by all the divine entities from heaven, slandered by god, taken under their wings by the demons of misery.

he doesn't deserve happiness. he's been convinced of that for a long time.

his thoughts swirl haphazardly in his head, each time replaying events of the past, a possible future, and... something else. something that never happened, but he feels it. as if he is unhappy not just in one world, but in every possible world in this universe.

tragic events swim before his eyes, the noise of screams and shrieks of pain ringing in his ears.

his head thunders.

his heart aches every time he smells a familiar odor, but turning his head to its source he doesn't understand where it came from. why does he remember? why does he even know it's something or someone he once cared about? who is it? why? when or where...?

his eyebrows furrow, his jaw creaking with tension as a headache throbbed in his skull, making his eyes squeeze painfully shut.

he's tired.

tired of it. it's like the same thing every time. he loses people like it happens every day, like it's already his routine like just breathing. but tears still run down his cheeks and sobs come off his lips as his body shakes coarsely leaning over the bed.

he's tired.

tired of looking for warmth, not from the fact that he's not dressed for the weather, not from the cold wind blowing in his face, turning his facial hair into a mess.

but how good it feels for him when he hugs you when he meets you or when it’s time to go separate ways. his hands squeeze you gently, maybe even a little tighter than necessary. he is afraid of. afraid that you will leave for good. that you will leave him just like the others. but even if so, of course he won’t blame you for it. of course not. his love and affection are so pure and sincere that in this regard he is like a child who is in awe of his favorite teddy bear. he buries himself into your shoulder, lightly touching it with his lips and quietly whispers something that you cannot hear.

he loves to kiss you. loves to comb your front strands back and lightly peck your forehead and nose while giggling softly. loves to take your face in his hands, lightly squeezing your cheeks so he can kiss your entire face. loves your soft lips, which smell different every day, but are so delicious because of lipsticks and balms. he is trying to show that he loves. that he loves you and he is sincere. also, if you have a lot of moles on your face, arms or shoulders, this is even a plus! he loves to count them, leaving light kisses on top while you laugh quietly.

with you he doesn't feel a headache. with you he doesn't hear the buzzing in his ears. after all, he pays all his attention to you, your comfort and making sure you know that you are loved by him.

but when he first receives some kind of gift from you, it doesn’t matter if it’s something small or big, expensive or cheap. he will cry.

he also sometimes cries at night, because the longing for those dear people who left him did not go away, but was simply waiting for the moment to strike with renewed vigor.

he sobs, clenching his fists in his lap as his shoulders shake. just show him that it's not his fault, that he didn't do anything wrong, and that he can cry on your shoulder. gently run through his strands, kiss his temple and stroke his back while his arms wrap around your waist, squeezing in fear that you will leave him at any moment while he is vulnerable.

for him there is no need to conquer the sky, there is no need to do something impossible. just be close to him. prove that he deserves happiness. and he will be grateful all his life. and not even one.

-for some reason I'm drawn to this kind of oddly described stuff, but I'll just leave it here.-

(request are still open.)

[dnsisnakah]

IDK IF UR TAKING REQS but its still okay if youre not (u can ignore if ur not) BUTTTTT!!!! quackity and reader doing a baking stream but it goes SO bad and they make the most diabolical things ever

I apologize if there is something written in this work that you would not like to see..

(that's a bit bigger begin than i thought... here like 2826 words.)

I'll hope you enjoy :]♡

your boyfriend is quite a popular person on the Internet. sometimes it gets in the way, but not too much to the point of shouting or being in any way indignant at his fans who intercepted you today before going to the store to take a photo with him and chat a little.

you, of course, were proud of your boy, admired how much he does for his audience and simply loved him. but you yourself were a little afraid to show up on his social networks, be it a stream, a video on YouTube or simple photos on Twitter or Instagram. after all, who knows how his community will react to the fact that he is with you, and not with someone as popular as himself. that’s why you stayed slightly away every time strangers ran up to him to take pictures or give him something. but at some important events for Quackity, you were still present as his quiet companion (unless, of course, you were busy on the dates of these events).

your jittery thoughts are driven away by a large hand on your shoulder, and you turn your head to see Alex sigh, smiling softly. a signal that he is all at your disposal again. a smile spontaneously creeps onto your lips, which makes your eyes wrinkle and you remove his hand from your shoulder, squeezing it while you lead him to the doors of the store.

today is the day when you again need to purchase various goods and food for home for the week ahead, so that later you don’t have to run back and forth several times a day for some little thing. you and Alex usually make lists of groceries and other stray items for the house together, so that later you can split up at the store and collect everything you need. but this time the list of necessities was... much longer than before.

you raise your eyebrows questioningly, running your eyes over the lines on your phone while your boyfriend takes the cart and “drives up” to you with a slight smile.

– Is something wrong, sweetheart?-

– no, everything is fine.- you nod, scrolling through the notes tab and bringing your mobile phone to your lover’s face. – you added this, right? are you planning something?-

his face is so easy to read. surprise and slight embarrassment for something. he chuckles and then nods, unsticking himself from the cart and moving closer to you.

– exactly, I completely forgot... tomorrow around lunchtime I’m planning to do a cooking stream, so I thought that I should buy everything today so that I don’t have to fuss tomorrow morning.- he shrugs casually and you giggle, nodding.

– okaay, then let's go.- you hum, grabbing the handles of the basket, and together you walk through the departments, talking about a variety of different things along the way. no matter how much time and attention you devote to communication, you never run out of topics to talk about. and that's great.

being in a relationship with this guy means that there will be a lot of laughter in your life and a lot of stomach pain from that same laughter. a lot of jokes and stupid faces or actions, like children, but the main thing is that you two feel good about it. at least you are not bored or hard in each other’s presence.

but even though your relationship is as serious as two teenagers in love just playing with each other, you can be calm and quietly be in each other’s company when someone needs it.

so you are now standing in one of the flour baking departments and choosing bread and something else. Alex rests his chin comfortably on your shoulder and his arms wrap around your waist, gently stroking your stomach through the fabric of your sweatshirt as you read the labels.

– you’d better go and grab some drinks and move on down the list instead of standing around me like a little child, Alex.-

– but it’s so comfortable here..- he whines, pulling you closer to him so that you almost drop the groceries from your hands.

– oh god..-

after about an hour or two.. not so important.. you leave the store premises with several rather large packages and head to the car, which is parked somewhere on the edge of the parking lot for safety. Quackity takes out the keys, unlocks the car and opens the rear passenger doors to throw groceries in there.

the road to the joint housing goes quite smoothly, the two of you either sang along to some songs from his playlist or talked about nothing, joked and laughed.

after you arrived home and together put all the groceries and other things in their places - you both went about your business in order to calmly spend the rest of the evening without much stress and finish some things in order to fall into bed with a calm soul in gentle hugs and kisses each other. Alex doesn't even close the door in his office, just sitting at his desk with the computer on and typing something into documents while you do the same, but in spreadsheets on your laptop while sitting in the kitchen. at about seven in the evening, when you look at the clock and think that it’s time to have a snack, or even cook a full dinner, because after all, you have another stomach that needs to be fed at least two or three times a day.

you put your hair in a ponytail and drum your fingers on the table, scrolling through a huge number of dish options in your head and choosing one of them to begin completing the task you have set for yourself.

the oil in the frying pan is sizzling, the clock is ticking and you quietly hum a random melody under your breath, resting your fist on your own thigh while you mix the ingredients in the dishes.

you're not bad at cooking, quite the opposite. you're good with a knife, and you can measure things by eye when you add them to a mixture. the timekeeping can be a bit lame, but that's what the phone is for! so it's not too bad. you're a good cook. that's why Quackity loves to eat things prepared by you, by your gentle hands. when you dine together at home he can often strike up a conversation about you being too good, and will make a joke about even being prepared to pay for such meals. for which he gets a slap on the forehead and your muttering.

you carefully place the portion on a plate, trying to keep it presentable, and make some hot tea, grabbing some bread and cutlery before heading down the corridor to his office. it was one of those times when he wasn't streaming, or talking to friends or colleagues on the phone, but just sitting silently in a chair reading or writing something. at this point, if you don't want to, you catch yourself asking "is he even home?" yes, he is. just very, very quiet.

you shuffle over to the ajar door and peek inside, checking the situation inside. he's sitting there, barely moving, apart from his fingers running over the keyboard. with a slight sigh, you call out to him quietly, making him turn his head in your direction.

– can I?-

– you can-

you carefully slip into his office, not even bothering to close or even close the door of his office behind you as you approach his desk because he didn't shut it down in the first place. a light kiss remains on his forehead, squeezing out a quiet chuckle from him at the sound of you setting down the dishes next to his keyboard. - bon appetit. - comes out of the lips as quietly as before. and you are already thinking about running back, because, oddly enough, you yourself want to replenish your energy with food and just enjoy the taste of the dish prepared by your hands, but you are stopped when you feel a weight on your wrist. Alex grabbed your hand and smiles stupidly, looking at you, but this grin fades into a calm and even serious expression on his face when your eyes meet.

– listen..- you calmly but still nod in surprise, allowing him to continue his thought while he fiddles with the sleeve of your sweater. – would you like to join me tomorrow on.. stream?..-

– you are sure?-

his eyes widen at such a sharp answer from you and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, causing him to nod vigorously at your question.

the thoughts in your head are spinning chaotically every second that you stand here in front of him, every second that he holds you next to him, but you don’t mind. you're just worried. this will probably be the first time you're not just a voiceover or a ghost in his house, which was the reason for the overturned bottle of water somewhere in the background of his screams and laughter. will you be there. everyone will see you. will be watching you. this is scary. but his hand soothes, his soft movements soothe. male fingers gently stroke your skin through the thick fabric of your sweatshirt in circular movements, which are repeated until he sees a smile on your bitten scarlet lips. he loves it when you smile. and you loves when he's happy.

– I'll try..-

from the very morning, as soon as the rays of the sun touched the floor of your apartment, you couldn’t stop being moved by how joyful he was. because who wouldn't be happy to have fun with their partner and at the same time provide content to their viewers?? Alex was almost jumping. he smiled and laughed while he fixed the installation on the kitchen unit, prepared food and arranged all the necessary utensils for preparing a variety of things. you just sit on the chair, resting your chin on your palm and looking at your boyfriend, who giggles every time your eyes meet. what a child he is. is yours.

the smile doesn't leave his lips at all until X moment, when his fingers dance across the keys and tweet about the live broadcast in half an hour or an hour. This is where it gets a little alarming. a small lump comes to his throat from various thoughts and simple excitement, and he sees it. reads like an open book.

Alex is always careful with you, so incredibly gentle that others would probably laugh at him when they see this, but he won’t care, he loves. love you. his hands gently wrap around your shoulders, squeezing and stroking them every now and then as he holds you close and rocks you both lightly, humming.

– everything will be fine. I’m nearby, and I won’t leave you alone with thousands of people on the other side of the screen.- his whisper sounds so close, so quiet, but you hear every word, feel it and try to take a stupid breath. right. he's always right when it comes to this.

– well, if you try to leave me, I’ll just throw something at you so that you don’t run even further away from me.- you casually shrug, joining his little dance in the form of swaying your hips from side to side and hear his laugh.

– well, you can try.-

the time for thinking is over when your lover starts the broadcast and the screen shows a picture of a TV set with "start soon" blinking on and off. the chat flies by, giving you no opportunity to read the individual messages that catch your attention. they appear and disappear in the same second, you grin. folding your hands behind your back you step outside the camera behind the apron and seem to hear your boyfriend start talking to the audience. with a questioning glance in his direction you make sure he's just talking, not yet putting the camera recording on the screens.

everything is going relatively well from the moment the stream starts, Alex is talking to the viewers, sometimes shrieking and laughing, telling the latest news from recent trips and events he's been to. and then he stops talking.

– by the way, chat, do you think I'm alone here?- he provokes. the messages are flying again and the answers of the viewers vary, someone says that yes, you are alone, someone says something nice, saying, "of course not, we are here with you", and someone is already launching theories about a possible person behind the scenes. pressing your lips you are waiting for his next words, actions.

– I'm not alone,- he stretches out with a smile, coming to the edge of the camera's grip and extending his hand to you. your heart pounds in your eardrums, drowning out the other noise as you squeeze his hand and step into the frame. - I've got this beautiful person here with me.

everything is going surprisingly calmly and well. maybe... just the calm before the storm. and if you thought so - you would be damn right.

at first everything was really good, you just stood slightly to the side, talking with the chat while Quackity cut food for something, and also asked you to serve him this or that, and of course you helped without refusal. sometimes they helped with words, sometimes they did everything themselves. jokes came out of your mouth as soon as you felt more comfortable, you laughed and joked back, jostled a little and smiled a lot, a lot.

but at what point did everything go... wrong? or was everything right, but from the point of view of having fun? who knows...

I guess... it all started when Alex jokingly threw a towel at you, and you threw it back. so there was running around the kitchen for five minutes until you were eventually squeezed into a corner.

– oh fuck..-

– gotcha.-

– mister, I won’t cook for you anymore if you do anything to me..-

– oh, you will, sorry carinõ.-

after that there were a lot of screams, squeaks and other noise, because this guy’s fingers are fast and nimble, and he knows your weak spots in order to make you squirm under him and laugh at the top of your lungs while he tickles your ribs. you squirm at this, try to dodge him and accidentally knock over the molds of raw dough onto the floor with a loud crash. you both died laughing.

next - a fight with flour. why? because.

Alex hastily pours some flour into his hand and clenches his fist so as not to give away his evil plan on you while you try to wipe the floor with a rag outside the camera area. he smiles and puts a finger to his lips, signaling to the audience to "be quiet" and chuckles quietly. When you ask what he’s doing, Quackity shrugs, pretending to be an innocent lamb until you get up and look at him. boom. flour on your face. you sigh dramatically, starting to cough as the guy jumps back laughing, expecting a retaliatory attack from you. and of course you do. grabbing a bag of flour, you go in his direction, and in the vastness of the kitchen you can hear cries for help from your lover when he runs out of the frame and quickly walks around the kitchen island to make it harder for you to get to him and sticks out his tongue, teasing.

with your hands sticky from dough and white from flour, you just run around the kitchen, trying to hide from this man at least behind something. be it a chair or a cupboard door. grabbing the back of the chair that Alex brought so that you could sit peacefully in the back - you block him and yourself with this little wall, trying to protect yourself from his touch.

– Alex! I'm wearing a new sweatshirt!-

– I'm wearing my favorite black shirt, but you didn't stop me from getting dough on it!-

– noooo!- you squeal like a little kid who's been scared out of his mind as he snatches the chair from you and catches you in his arms, running his dirty hands down your back as if on purpose. you whimper, hiding your defeat in his shoulder as a victorious smirk spreads across his lips and he laughs, pulling you closer and kissing you on the temple.

– awww but you know I love you, right?-

– yeah-yeah, clean up this mess first, then we can talk about you conquering the world for me like you said when you were drunk..-

– I thought you'd forgotten about that...-

– and you're supposed to wash my sweatshirt, asshole.-

– don't talk like your clothes are the only ones that got hurt!-

but the important thing is that you had a good time. right?

[dnsisnakah]

im a little sick, so im sorry for that haha... :]

with Alex's busy schedule, he sometimes doesn't notice changes right away. because you may not see each other in your own apartment at times. and that's weird, but it's normal.

you suffer with a cold for a couple of days, sneezing over and over again, blowing into tissues and washing your face with warm water to cheer yourself up. you sleep most of the day and push pills into yourself as much as you can.

but even with a cold - no work or school has gone anywhere, even if it was summer. deadlines are looming and time is short.

you sit in the kitchen, filling in the homework tables on your laptop and with your fingers you adjust the edge of the mask on your face, which has slightly moved down from the nose and quietly sniff your nose. in the room there is a quiet "tick-tock" from the wall clock and a quiet clacking of buttons and mouse under your hands. time passes, then runs like a panther but slowly flows like yogurt down the wall of the bottle while you finish your work.

you pull your arms up with a quiet sigh, giving your torso a light workout and covering your laptop as you get up from your desk and head to the refrigerator to find yourself a snack after a hard day's work sitting in one place and poking at the buttons.

the refrigerator door opens and there's a low hum as you run your eyes over the shelves, eyeing a package of cookies that no one has touched yet. clutching the plastic container you feel the soft touch of warm hands on your waist as they squeeze you tighter and pull you back. a low squeak escapes your lips as the man behind you giggles like a child.

– hi sweetheart, - the sound of your lover's voice right over your ear when you feel a light kiss on your own shoulder.

– baabee, I'm sickk, you better to not be so close to me right now.. - you literally whimper, wrenching yourself out of his grasp by slamming the refrigerator door as you turn around to face him, showing off the mask on your face and your eyes red with sickness as his pupils dilate and his eyebrows frown slightly at the realization of the situation

– huh? why did you not tell me??-

– because you're busy!!

– you're little ass, go to bed now!

– Alex!-

– I SAID NOW. -

it feels like an older brother who will force you into bed and check on you from time to time to see if you're in bed or if you're like a little bully doing something you don't want to do when you're sick.

he will make hot tea, bring you chocolate, maybe sit next to you, and say like a parrot "I won't get sick, even if I do, so what? let me take care of you!".

will wrap you in plaid and be quieter in his office so as not to disturb your possible sleep at the same time.

(I hate sneezing every five minutes for three times in a row, help...) request are open! :] take care btw mwah

[dnsisnakah]

I just read one rather old work about quackity and the reader on a certain fanfic site... and once again I'm convinced that the topic of breakups is too traumatic and complicated for me. or at least in the chapter I read it was exactly the same situation I had in my past relationship a couple of years ago.

I'm crying like a little girl right now, it really hurts. 😭

and i also want to say that i'm really sorry that i haven't been active for a long time in terms of writing! in a couple days after i finish moving i'll start writing again!!

requests are open by the way. :]

[dnsisnakah]

I KNOW IT'S CAN BE WEIRD BUTTT

hear me out...

some thoughts about... chocolate have been feverishly dancing in my head for several days now.

imagine how you or Alex go to the store and your trips never end without chocolate.

and one day, Alex sits calmly on the living room couch, idly flipping through the TV channels while you return home with a couple of shopping bags. the guy jumps up from the comfortable pillows and steps towards the hallway, brushes his sweet lips over yours with a soft kiss - as if distracting you from the fact that he is literally taking the bags from you - and goes to the kitchen. you trail behind him, whining softly, “Alex, I can carry it myself.” but he just chuckles, arranging the food on the kitchen unit.

- oh, again that chocolate bar you took last week? -

- yeah, you said it was delicious, so I took one.. and by the way.. - you fall silent for a moment, wrapping your arms around the guy’s waist from behind. your face nuzzles into Alex’s shoulder as he just chuckles, continuing to put away the groceries. - let's try something.

___

now you're sitting comfortably on the kitchen counter, your arms wrapped around your boyfriend's shoulders as he presses your hips into the small of his back. your tongues dance around the small piece of chocolate as you alternately hum against each other’s lips.

kiss with chocolate? the rules are quite simple.

just kiss until the piece you have chosen completely melts in your mouths. You can’t swallow it or push it down another’s throat, there are no winners or losers here.

your hands gently massage Alex's shoulders as a quiet moan escapes his throat and you move your hands higher - to the back of his head through his neck. deft fingers bury themselves in soft black strands of hair, bringing its owner to another groan. men’s hands squeeze the skin of your thighs more tightly, pulling you as close to him as possible, and now it’s your turn to whine from the knot in your stomach that put such pleasant pressure on your whole body with every physical contact.

the guy pulls away for just a second, and his breathing already sounds like he's run a marathon for a few blocks. a thin bridge of saliva mixed with chocolate sags between you, or rather, your lips. but it doesn't stay for long, a second and it breaks, leaving a coolness on your lips. Alex smirks, opening his mouth with the fucking wet sound and showing the remains of the chocolate on his tongue, as if inviting you to continue.

- come on, mi vida, it's only the first round.

[requests are open if anyone want... :3]

[dnsisnakah]

Quackity x fem!Reader.

such a pleasant feeling in your soul when someone close to you touches you and shows physical affection.

physical touch is the love language of many people on earth, that slight thrill and warmth spread throughout the body every time simply from the fact that you hug someone tightly or simply hold their hand. or just a fleeting touch of hands, stroking hair? this is also very pleasant, to the point that a smile touches your lips and makes your eyes squint.

and life has not deprived you of this language of love..

____

– what's wrong? - Alex whispers quietly, raising a questioning glance at you. his face looks so innocent that you want to bite your lips until they bleed and squeal at how attractively cute he looks. you silently come closer, absolutely not caring about the camera and the stream as a whole, opening your arms and looking at his reaction. he still looks a little confused and adjusts his headphones, looking between your hands and your face, waiting for your word.

– can I hug you? please? - a hoarse whisper leaves your lips so quietly that he barely hears and smiles softly, clicking his tongue.

– of course. - he turns in his chair completely in your direction and pulls you towards his sides. his knees spread apart so you can comfortably stand between his legs. your arms gently wrap around his head and a sigh of relief sounds from you when his strong palms close on your back, gently stroking through your hoodie. Alex holds back a chuckle when he hears the cries of indignation from his friends on the other side of the screen while he lays his head under your chest and enjoys the closeness.

____

Alex takes your hand in his, gently squeezing cold fingers in his warm ones. he's talking to his friends while you scroll aimlessly through the social media feeds on phone to keep yourself busy. his thumb strokes the back of your hand so lightly but so gently that it tickles, but you don't pull your hand away. even the opposite, not having any detachment from this little contact - just enjoying this little thing. you hear Alex laugh, and then he pulls your hand up, making you squeak softly and rise to your feet from the soft couch. he kisses your knuckles and smiles, looking up at you.

- Let's go get a couple more drinks, princess.

____

about a day has passed since the last time you saw the person with whom you live together under the same roof. studies, work and just household responsibilities have fallen on your shoulders as a heavy burden, but putting it off for later is not an option.

since last morning, only lazy pats on the shoulders, a weak kiss on the forehead and a quiet “love you” before getting out of the warm bed and raking through a pile of a thousand and one things all day.

It’s almost six in the morning, and you frown, because your boyfriend most likely hasn’t even thought about sleep due to his work at the computer desk. jumping off the chair, step by step you find yourself in front of the slightly open door to the room where Alex usually spends hours working and, as he say, doesn’t scream, but just talks loudly during streams.

you carefully slip into his office, looking towards the desk. you wait a couple of minutes to make sure that the stream is over and move on.

the guy sits on a chair, pressing one knee to his chest and typing something on the keyboard, clicking the mouse a couple of times and muttering something under his breath.

you smile at how cute he looks when he's focused, but you can't help but feel a little sad at the thought that he hasn't rested properly in a long time. of course, you heard his door open a couple of times, heard steps to the kitchen and back, but a couple minutes isn't enough, right?

sneaking up behind him, you put your hands on the back of the chair and look at the monitor where the guy is looking.. discord, most likely correspondence with one of your business partners or friends, you don’t really read into the dialogue.

gently grabbing the headband of the headphones, you pull them off Alex’s head, making the guy flinch and giggle when he looks up, dumbfounded, right at you. a quiet hey sounds from the rub when hands rest on his shoulders, gently stroking and massaging, wanting to relax, or at least relieve some of the tension from them.

Alex sighs heavily, almost caressing under your touch and closes his eyes, leaning back in his chair. now only the noise of the computer prevented you from enjoying the silence and calm of the moment between you, but no one attaches importance to it yet.

- I love you too, mi amor...

[it's something I've been meaning to write for a long time msjskac,,, and I apologize if something comes out weird, all works go through a translator.]