alex swears he doesn’t like cuddling. “too hot,” he says. “my arm goes numb,” he claims he needs “space to breathe.”
he is lying through his teeth.
because somehow every night ends the same: you, pinned under the weight of him, his face smushed into your neck like he’s trying to suffocate himself with your skin. and if you dare shift, even a little, he makes this pathetic sound—half-groan, half-whine—that has you freezing in guilt.
“don’t move,” he mumbles, voice all muffled.
“alex, i can’t breathe.”
“shhh. oxygen’s overrated.”
he runs warm, like an actual human furnace, and his hands are always everywhere. hooked around your waist, slipped up the back of your shirt, fingertips pressing into your hip like he needs to remind himself you’re real. sometimes he drags you even closer, muttering little nothings in spanish that you’re too tired to translate but still make your heart ache.
you complain. constantly. you tell him he’s heavy, that his hair’s in your mouth, that he hogs the blanket. but the second he tries to roll away, you’re the one yanking him back in with a quiet, “don’t you dare.”
because truthfully? you love it too. the warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his chest rises and falls against your back like he’s syncing you together.
and maybe the best part is how soft he gets. alex, who’s usually all sharp jokes and fast-talking, melts when he’s curled up with you. you catch it in the way he sighs, the way his lips brush your temple, the way he whispers, “te quiero” like it’s a secret just for you.
eventually, he always falls asleep first—clinging to you like a koala, dead weight, impossible to untangle from. and you’re left smiling in the dark, knowing this boy who pretends to hate cuddling would probably stop breathing if it meant staying wrapped up with you.
fem reader x alex going at it so much that they break the bed 🫣 (hope you have a good day 🫶🏽🫶🏽)
breaking the bed with alex;)
you were on your third orgasm, and you were almost sure you might just die if alex kept it up. first, he'd come to you whilst you'd been relaxing on the couch with a book in hand. he crooned in your ear something about missing you, and before you knew it, he had hoisted you over his shoulder in a fireman carry before sauntering off to the bedroom with a grin.
now, he had your ankles by your ears as he fucked his hips into you again and again. alex's hands are all over, cascading up your plush thighs to squeeze your ankles—your anklet with his initials dangling gold against your skin; he groaned from deep in his chest while dragging his dick out till just the tip remained inside you. he pressed forward, a keening moan flying out of you as he dug deep.
"fuckkk, you feel so tight. haven't fucked you in a bit, have i?"
"'s been a few, ah, days!"
"my bad, baby," he moans into your ear. "but i have you now, hmm? feels good, right?"
your whimper is tight and whiny, your toes curling while your hair grows mussed from your ragged shaking into the sheets. alex moves faster, pounds you harder and a heady mix of skin on skin with wet slaps fills your ears.
he was ferocious, hungry. alex was losing himself in your pussy, hips growing uncoordinated as he blatantly chased his high. you didn't mind, body reeling from each thrust against your g-spot as you admired your boyfriend getting closer and closer to his release.
it's like everything stops, alex grunting and groaning as his chin meets his chest and he thrusts hard—a sickening crack echoing in the bedroom before your intertwined bodies are slipping to the left.
you and alex both yelp, grappling onto each other as the bedframe hits the floor. you're left with silence. alex throbs inside you, his hips twitching while you pant out.
"d-did we just break the bed?"
"mm, fuck, yeah," he replies in a low tone, before gently rousing you with a gentle thrust. "c-can i still make us cum though? we can fix it later, right?"
boyfriend!alex who keeps your face, name, and whole being private from fans, all they know is of your existence.
boyfriend!alex who occasionally posts you on his story, but your face is always conveniently out of sight. a picture of you from behind, sitting on the grass before the sunset, you walking ahead of him on a walk.
boyfriend!alex who follows your private instagram, keeping fans wondering as your cryptic username and profile picture sticks out amongst his following full of verified accounts.
boyfriend!alex who mutes as soon as you come into the room, switching immediately to his starting soon screen, and comes back like nothing even happened.
boyfriend!alex who occasionally keeps little clips of your voice and conversations between you two in vlogs, to make sure fans still know you’re with him.
boyfriend!alex who has his hood up and sunglasses on when out and about with you.
boyfriend!alex who almost turns down pictures with fans when recognised with you, but takes them anyway after a small shove by you.
boyfriend!alex who playfully but seriously tells the fans to not mention or post you if they see him irl.
boyfriend!alex who takes you on all his trips with his other streamer friends, but strictly makes sure they do not post anything with your face or identity.
boyfriend!alex who mentions you and tells stories about you when he’s in VC in friend’s streams, but has no mention of you in his owns streams, all so he doesn’t have to deal with chat.
boyfriend!alex who would cancel streams for you.
boyfriend!alex who sadly wouldn’t bring you to award shows, because he values your ability to lead a normal life over anything else.
boyfriend!alex who seriously threatened his fans about leaving streaming when a leak of your instagram account and name was posted to twitter.
boyfriend!alex who leaves the little girly things you own around his apartment, sometimes in streams, to keep fans aware.
fiancé!alex who privately proposes to you.
fiancé!alex who posts a picture of your hand, adorned by a huge diamond ring, holding his to twitter with no caption.
husband!alex who has a secret, intimate wedding, with only friends and family.
husband!alex who posts some of your wedding photos to his instagram, with your face covered by an unsightly grey dot, as he cares more about your privacy than the way his instagram feed looks. that’s the most fans have and probably ever will see of you.
husband!alex who posts another candid, beautiful photo of you from your honeymoon to his account. except, the smallest bit of your side profile, your breathtaking smile, is left in the photo. hours later, viral tiktoks and twitter posts show up, and this is the only picture fans use of you for years.
husband!alex who wears your hair ties and matching jewellery loud and proud on streams.
husband!alex who posts an ultrasound picture to his story one day, with a small ‘:,)’ caption.
alex who loves you so kindly, softly and immensely, putting you above all else.
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#embarassed to post this cs it’s my first post like this. i’ll do more tho i like them. also thinking of writing more so i might make a masterlist.
2019 virgin Alex who meets up with you at vidcon, now that theres not a screen between the two of you hes absolutely in love. Hes always been sweet but now hes sweeter. The both of you confess after everyone else in the airbnb had gone to bed and Alex shares that he wants to try everything with you, including oral, which he isnt quite sure if theres a technique for. He has braces, bright eyes, and large hands, unsure of what to do with everything and you
virgin!alex, who wants to do everything with you<3
this meet-up had been in the making for weeks. you'd planned it all out down to the minute, and nothing was going to get in your way. you'd known alex for six years, five months, two days, and a few hours; he was undoubtedly yours, even if the two of you had never said so.
alex: arriving now:)
alex: are u there already? i'm so excited haha
you see him walking up before even checking your phone, your feet padding rhythmically on the floor as you race to greet alex. you're calling out for him, waving dramatically, and watching in joy as his own boyish legs pick up speed.
alex is only a few feet away from you when you springboard off the concrete and into his arms. he swiftly catches you, and there's a blissful moment of peace when alex laughs brightly in your ear, "hey, caught you!"
you're already blubbering as you bury yourself into his navy California Big Bear hoodie, rubbing your face against the soft cotton as you tighten your hold on him. you murmur something about missing him, about being so happy, and alex's voice is gentle in your ear as he replies.
"i missed you, i-i can't believe this is real," he pulls back to cup your cheeks and the pad of him thumb runs over the soft curve of it. "you're real! not some freak who i've been talking to for over five years."
you're mush, and your cheeks are squished between his fingertips as you retort, "i would've gotten a hell of a lot more money from you if i was a freak. what a shame!"
the banter is easy, light, and the moment between you two is only broken by familiar friends who wanted to see alex as desperately as you did. you weren't dating, no, but it meant something when alex held your waist and guided you into the airbnb like you were dating. you were sure it meant something.
things are exciting, and you're tipsy off a bit of wine that you and alex had snuck from a friend's stash. alex sits beside you, body angled and relaxed against the couch while he merely admired you. you did the same, facing him and running your gaze over the glint of metal in his mouth every time he shyly smiled.
alex scoots closer, his eyes lowered, and there's a certain aura in the air. the devil on your shoulder whispers, 'this is it,' and you're gulping down the last of your wine before facing alex head-on. he looks calm, eyes tracing you before he murmurs, "you're really beautiful, you know? not like some fuckin' incel creep—you're just... really beautiful."
you manage a 'thanks.' a, 'you're not so bad yourself,' accompanied by a playful nudge, but you knew better. you knew that this was a moment beyond you, beyond everything. it was going to overtake you, and all you could do was stand and let the wave roll.
"i...i really like you," he says your name slowly, as if savoring the letters on his taste buds. "i really want to just, well, i want to kiss you. i want you to be m-my girlfriend. what do you think?"
his eyes are so hopeful and big, the moles dotted around his face winking at you as he anxiously licked his lips. there was no one around, this confession was meant for your ears only. it was sacred, in a way.
"i think... you should kiss me," you whisper, leaning in.
there's a tense moment where you both know it's going to happen, but you both want to savor the moment of unknown. of what it feels like to be behind the barrier of friendship, and of what it felt like to cross it in the name of love.
his lips are crashing onto yours, braces and teeth clinking as alex surges forward and captures your lips like he belonged there. you're moaning, never having felt this level of pleasure before. your lips were tingling when you pulled away, and alex's fingers came up to brush his own lips as if he couldn't believe he'd actually done it: he'd actually kissed you.
his head's a tailspin, and he's looking at you so innocently even as he says something dirty.
"i-i wanna try everything," he whispers intently. "i mean, seriously, everything."
who were you to deny him? after six years, five months, two days, and a few hours... you'd been waiting for it, too. you wanted everything. you wanted him.
you're both fumbling as you stumble into your shared room, hands roaming as alex pushes you back against the bed. your lips are forced apart as you both scoot up towards the headboard, and a sense of relief washes over you when you realize that it didn't feel awkward at all.
it felt like you belonged together: the way alex would capture your lips in sloppy kisses, his hands tentative on your waist—he would skim down to your hips just for a second before moving away as if he wasn't allowed. at his second go around, your hand digs his fingers into your hip bones.
you part for a moment to whisper, "i'm not fragile. you can...touch me. the way you want to."
"are you sure? i've never done this before," he admits quietly. his eyes search yours for any sign of disgust or rejection. he finds none. "i just... it feels right, i-i know it does, and i want to do this with you."
"i'm sure, alex, i've never done this before either. i just know i want it to be with you, too."
he smiles a goofy smile, and kisses you sweetly. his hands grip your waist with more fervor and you let him in by spreading your legs to accommodate his body. the heavy make out goes from fast to slow, from hot to sensual; you can't get enough when his tongue brushes yours, and you let out a little squeak.
shirts are taken off in tandem, and you can't help yourself as your hands roam over the planes of alex's body. he's arousing, and you can't help but cup his cheek and bring him down for a sweet kiss. you knew now that you loved him, had waited for him.
alex dives in now that he was given the opportunity, his hands groping your chest curiously. not too hard, but with a focused intensity—you hadn't worn a bra, and you looked downright delicious splayed out as you were. he brings his lips to your nipple, ghosting over the nub before wrapping his soft lips around it and sucking.
"alex! ohmygod," you gasp out, hands flying to his hair as he tended to both your breasts.
he was gentle as he licked and sucked at your chest with fervor. you had to pull him away when the sensitivity got too much, your hips automatically bucking against his with every brush of his tongue against your skin.
kissing down your stomach, alex's eyes meet yours when he reaches the button of your jeans. he swallows thickly before tilting his head, "can i? i mean, if you want to, i just..."
"yeah, let me just—"
you're both squirming as you get your jeans off, a shy laugh escaping you as you wiggle on the bed. alex smiles, laughing with you and pulling your pants off once they were down to your ankles. your body lay back against the bed, knees bent and touching as you watched alex undress himself.
his bulge was obvious, just like the wet spot on your panties was obvious, and you were suddenly aware of how real this was. alex climbed on top of you, his eyes soft and warm as they looked into yours.
"are you okay?"
"yeah, yeah. i am," your arms wrap around his shoulders till your chests are almost flush, alex's arms eventually cave and he lays his weight on you. "sorry, i wanted to be with you for a second."
"it's okay. me too."
alex snuggles you, throbbing against your thigh but patient and waiting as you recover. he's quiet when he says, "i think i might love you, you know."
he turns to look at you, and you look so happy that it makes his heart sing with joy. yeah, he loved you. then, you're right back where you started, except this time, there was the added friction of alex's hips against yours as you desperately made out.
in between kisses you manage to say, "i think i might love you too."
it grows frantic almost immediately, the two of you having waited too long to linger in the slowness of sex, you needed each other fast and right now. it was urgent, the need burning through your body like lava.
alex groaned quietly as he thrusted against you, the thin fabrics covering both of you doing nothing to hide the heat and wetness. a quivering moan follows from you when he grinds just right against your clit, your lashes dusting your cheeks when you throw your head back. alex wanted to sink his teeth into you.
it's not long when he has to pull away, has to take a sharp inhale because he almost came just from fucking dry humping. he glances at you, then your clothed slit, before scooting closer and placing a hand on your thigh.
"can i, uh, you know?"
you smirk, you knew what he was asking, but where was the fun in that?
"can you, what?"
the silence stretches, and you have the pleasure of seeing alex look away bashfully. he licks his lips, eye twitching before mumbling, "let me eat your pussy...?"
you're taking your underwear off in an instant, eager to feel his hot tongue. alex takes a deep breath, exhaling and leveling with your dripping cunt. he swallows, and you can feel him ghost over your pussy as he had done with your lips before kissing you.
he's tentative when he first licks you, a quiet cry escaping you before you hastily cover your mouth. your friends were still in the Airbnb after all. your thighs close around his head, and he just can't care because, oh my god, did you taste good.
alex clumsily laps at your hole, lips spit slicked, as he sucks on your clit before licking you all over. the sensation of his tongue rubbing up against you felt exquisite, and you're squirming and moaning into the meat of your palm.
it's not long before his inexperienced movements and your lack of experience combine into a powerful storm. you feel the orgasm building in your belly, and your voice is hoarse as you try to alert alex before you fell over the edge.
"a-alex, i'm gonna—ngh!!"
his eyes stay on your face as you cum, soaking in the look and savoring the way you came in his mouth. you tasted divine, and alex couldn't get enough as he worked you through your orgasm. he pulls away with a slick mouth, wiping it on the back of his hand before scooting on top of you.
alex hadn't even realized it, but his hips had been working into the bed as he blindly ate you out, and now he was practically throbbing to be inside you. he hisses when his dick brushes against your thigh as he adjusts, and you're drunk on pleasure as you whisper.
"i want you inside," you murmur, eyes glossy and needy.
your hand grips his bicep to emphasize your point, and alex is quickly nodding while looking about the room. condom, he needed a condom badly. immediately, you take notice of his stricken look and smile as he gets up from the bed and tugs his jeans into his hands.
he fishes out his black wallet, and pulls out a singular condom. you can't help the laugh that bubbles up inside you, and alex is rolling his eyes as he defends himself.
"look, i had to stay prepared!"
"how old is that thing? did you get it in sex-ed?"
"shut up! lay back, and let me pretend to be really cool and awesome, okay?"
you nod and alex nods affirmatively, pleased with your obedience. his teeth easily rip the foil open. he pulls off his underwear, and you eye his dick in awe. flushed and leaking while it bobbed against his lower stomach—a small patch of hair at the base, quickly covered by alex's hand as he gripped himself with focus.
as you sat up, you reach for him. he was hot to the touch, and his hips wiggle when you spit on your palm and wrap your hand around him. he whimpers when you move slowly, fingers twitching as he stutters, "g-gotta put the condom on."
"i know, 'm helping," you murmur tenderly, hand covering his as he begins to roll the condom on inch by inch. alex breathes out a heavy sigh, eyeing your body as discreetly as possible (which was not very discreet at all).
soon enough he's leaning over you, fingers slipping in the slickness between your thighs before scooting closer. he guides the tip through your folds, his eyes flickering between you and the way your pussy clenched in anticipation. his throat felt dry, and you watch with heavy lidded eyes as alex sinks in slowly.
it stings as you had prepared, but it also feels so good. you're clinging to him as he sinks into you, his voice shaky as he squeaks out a, "you're so tight, ohfuck."
he moves at your pace, stopping when you need him too, and he finally settles in all the way with a choked groan. you're shaking all over and a soothing hand of his rubs your outer thigh.
"fuck, i-i want you to move, please," you whisper hotly in his ear.
"i want to, oh god, i want to—but i might cum like right now. just give me a second, mmf."
alex breathes deeply to settle down, occupying the moment with interlacing your fingers together before his hips pull out, and then push back in.
it's so slick, hot and wet as alex glides in and out of you, fucking you with ease as your insides give way to his dick. you're moaning into his shoulder, pathetic little hiccups and mewls floating past your lips as alex tries to find a rhythm.
he's so focused, barely making noise other than quiet huffs and curses, but you feel the way he loves on you. he wanted to do this, need to, making you feel good was his number one priority.
the two of you fuck like rabbits, alex picking up speed, and you grow looser with your moans. distantly, the bed rocks, and you're sure that if anyone were listening they would know exactly what was happening with the two friends-turned-lovers.
it felt too good to stop, too heady and full of passion to let go of what was finally in reach. you bite down on his shoulder, and a strangled moan escapes alex as his hips meet yours again and again.
your thighs lock around his hips as he worked himself inside of you, your bodies moving like one entity as he pushed and pulled, rocked back and forth, moved till you were squirming in overwhelm.
you know he's getting close when his arms start to shake, his rhythm starts to lose itself as he starts to lose himself inside you. the familiar coil in your belly tightens and tightens, and you know you're going to cum.
"i can't, ohmyfuck, i can't! i need you, oh fuck, 'm gonna cum," alex practically cries your name, head dropping in submission as he gives himself fully to you.
your cry is let out in the crook of your neck as the both of you burst. pump after pump, alex fills the condom and whimpers your name over and over like a prayer. you're oversensitive, eyes having rolled back with the force of your orgasm.
it takes a while for you both to come back to earth. the shattering release left you both winded, both exhausted as alex slogged himself from you in a daze, pulling his soft cock from your pussy and tugging the condom off. things are still dark for you, your eyes fluttering; you register the lack of warmth and whine as alex throws away the used condom.
"i'm right here," he murmurs, collapsing onto the bed next to you and pulling you tight.
you cling to him. you were exactly where you needed to be. alex panting slows to deep breathing, and you look up at him with sparkles reflecting like the stars in the night sky, all within your pretty eyes.
"i'm glad i met you," he says simply. "i mean, i'm glad i found you. you're my person, i think, like... my soulmate."
your love was not only written in the stars, but in the sheets of where it was made possible.
was thinking of like how Quackity would treat the reader when theyre filming videos together or streaming videos and how they look out for the reader (Quackity x reader)? Like what steps before filming and going out in public would like Quackity take to like tell the reader and let them know information of safety as well as filming and such.
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Quackity always treated filming like a two-part job.
The first part was the content — loud jokes, bits that went off the rails, chaotic energy that pulled viewers in.
The second part was making sure you were okay before any of that ever happened.
Before filming, he’d knock lightly on your door or send a quick text.
“Hey, we’re filming in like twenty. You good? Need anything before we start?”
If you were new to filming or streaming with him, he’d sit you down — not dramatically, not scary — just honest.
He’d explain what kind of video it was going to be.
Whether chat might get loud.
If there was any chance of clips spreading outside the usual audience.
“If anything gets weird, you don’t owe anyone a reaction,” he’d say. “You can tap out whenever.”
He always made sure you knew the safe words — not as a joke, but as a real signal. A phrase you could say on stream that meant cut the bit, change subject, end the call. He’d hear it immediately, no questions asked.
Before going live, he’d double-check:
Your mic muted when it needed to be
Your camera angle not showing anything personal
Any tabs or apps closed
If you hesitated even a little, he’d notice.
“Hey. We can delay. The video’s not more important than you.”
When you went out in public together, Quackity switched into a different mode — quieter, more alert.
He’d tell you ahead of time where you were going, how crowded it might be, and what to do if people recognized him.
“If anyone comes up, stay just behind me. You don’t have to talk. I’ll handle it.”
He never pushed you into photos.
Never introduced you unless you wanted to be.
And if anyone crossed a line, he stepped in fast — polite, firm, done.
After filming, he always checked in.
Not for content.
Not for stats.
Just you.
“How’d that feel?”
“Anything you want different next time?”
“You did great — but also, thanks for telling me when you needed a break.”
Working with Quackity wasn’t about being loud all the time.
It was about knowing someone had your back — on camera and off.
And every time he hit End Stream, he made sure you knew the same thing:
The apartment door creaked open just as the clock hit midnight. You were half-asleep on the couch, wrapped in a warm cozy blanket, Netflix still playing some random show you’d been using to fill the silent environment. Then came that familiar voice, soft and tired but smiling through it.
"Mi amor...are you awake?"
You sat up instantly, eyes widening. There he was...Quackity, his hoodie still smelling faintly of airplane and his cologne, his eyes showing how tired he is but his smile? So wide it made your heart feel warm again.
"Lex!" you gasped, stumbling off the couch and straight into his amrs.
He laughed, the sound muffled as he buried his head into your shoulder. His hat nearly falls off
"God, i miss you," he whispered, voice muffled agaisnt your hair. You hugged him tighter, feeling his heartbeat steady agaisnt yours.
After a few seconds, he pulled back and smiled..his eyes soft and sparkling like he had something planned.
"wait, wait, i brought you something." Quackity says
He dropped his bag onto the couch and started rummaging through it like an excited kid.
"okey so, Roeir helped me pick this one out, and Missa said this one is 'muy romántico'-"
Quackity then proceeds to pull out a small, hand-painted ceramic bracelet, the colors deep blue and gold.
“From a market in Madrid,” he said proudly. “It’s supposed to mean loyalty and luck. I thought… it kinda fits us.”
You laughed, looking at him with love.
“You’re so cheesy.”
“You love it,” he teased, sliding it gently onto your wrist.
Then he reached into his bag again,
“Oh, and uh..don’t kill me, but I also brought snacks. Like, a lot.”
He dumped out churros, little Spanish sweets, and even a small plushie wearing a mini sombrero.
“That’s you,” he said, smiling. “You when I told you to stop pouting on FaceTime.”
You rolled your eyes playfully and then smiled.
“You’re impossible.”
“Yeah, but I came home to you, so I win.”
He leaned down, kissed your forehead, and finally, finally, sat beside you, his hand finding yours like it never forgot the way.
And for the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.
⌦ in which you are a rather popular streamer, and get invited to a cut’s buzzer dating video.
— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, swearing, use of real name
| this is a draft from a while ago, idk why i was obsessed with the buzzer dating vids from cut's but here we are |
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you were anxiously waiting in the room the producers had showed you when you first came into the building. it was a small comfy area; plush green couches and chairs with light blanket throw overs and soft pillows.
it was almost a mystery how you ended here. cut had emailed your team and asked if you were available to shoot a dating video for their channel. although it was a weird offer, you agreed nonetheless, hoping to maybe find someone out of it.
you rubbed your sweaty hands on your jeans as a woman walked into the room. she had just taken her turn but must’ve been buzzed since she came back. this worried you.
“how’d it go?” one of the other women asked. the one who had returned smiled and shook her head.
“he’s cute, but i’m not his type.” she paused, sitting down in a chair and looking over to you. “i really hope you get him, or someone in this room does.” you smiled nervously at her in thanks. just as she moved on to speak again, one of the crew members motioned you to come out.
it was now your turn. deep breath in. deep breath out.
you stood and walked out. the room was a dull white and had two chairs and a table with a button in the middle. you put a confident smile on your face as the man sitting in the chair spoke.
“hi! im alex!” his tone was rather soft, definitely not what you expected once taking in his appearance. he had shoulder length brown fluffy hair, the top of it hidden by a black beanie. his shirt baggy along with his jeans. you couldn’t deny that it was attractive.
you stuck out your hand, his instantly meeting it in a tight grip. “it’s nice to meet you, alex. i’m y/n!” you let go of his soft hand to pull out your chair and sit down.
“are you nervous?” he asked with a slight chuckle. in all honesty, he had felt the shake in your hand when he shook it, he wanted to make sure you were okay.
you let out a little laugh back. “just a little. this is all a little nerve wracking. are you?”
alex nodded, expanding his hands on the table. “a little, yeah. can i ask, how old are you?” he seemed nervous at the question, but you didn’t take it to heart. you would’ve asked the same thing eventually.
“of course! i’m twenty. how about yourself?”
“i’m twenty-one! nice that we’re around the same age.” you agreed with a soft smile. you went to ask a question when the button started to talk.
“what do you guys do for a living?” the robotic voice was loud and clear, coming from the tiny box in front of you. you both stayed silent for a moment, taking in what the button said before speaking up.
“i, uh, stream on twitch, sometimes.” you shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed. alex looked at you with wide eyes, and you felt like you were a goner.
“no way! i stream on twitch too!” you let out a breathy laughed, shaking your head.
“damn, really? well, i’m glad we have that in common.” he stayed silent with a small smile plastered on his face. the button glowed red and you were sure he was going to press it.
“y/n is into humours people.” the button turned blue again and you felt your stomach doing flips. he didn’t press it.
“oh, really?” alex asked, eyes making contact with your own orbs. you nodded, making his face light up more. “i just happen to be the most funniest person alive.”
“i love the confidence, it’s hot.” you immediately bring your hand to your mouth as a way to shut yourself up.
“what did you say?” please, button. shut up.
alex was laughing, not at you but at the bright pink dusting your face he saw when you removed your hand. “oh, god. i’m sorry!”
“no, no, no, no! i’m flattered to know you think i’m hot. you’re not too bad yourself, mi amor.” your face was a shade darker of pink while his was light. this guy could be a flirt if he wanted.
“do you find each other attractive?”
you swallowed the lump in your throat, holding your own hand under the table. “yeah-yes. i do find him attractive.” you might’ve felt like dying right then and there.
“i too, find y/n attractive.” alex said in a sly tone. you stared at each other for a few moments before it was ruined by the room lighting up red by the button once again. you watched alex's eyes drop down to the button, then back to you. but he made no move to press it, and neither did you.
"this is the second time, and neither of you have pressed." said the button, turning blue. "do you wish to see each other outside of this video?"
you nodded, quickly, causing alex to laugh. "i would love to see him after this, if he'll have me." you gave a small wink and shy smile. alex shook his head.
"i'd love to have you, you don't even need to ask." you laughed lightly, trying to get rid of the warm feeling in your stomach and the tight knots twisting.
"go on, give each other a hug to end it off." alex stood out of his chair, slowly walking over to you and reaching a hand out. without thinking twice, you reach out and let him help you stand. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, while his secured around your waist. he swayed you both for a moment or two before letting go, but not going too far.
"you guys are free to go now, hope you work out!" a female producer called out, clapping her hands along with a few other workers. you made your way towards the exit, slightly embarrassed and took a deep breathe as you reached outside.
"hey!" you turned around to see non other than alex, hands on his hips. "leaving so soon?" he smirked.
"not without my prize." you flirted back, stepping closer. his eyes widened and he let out a huff.
"speaking up now are we?" he let his palm rest against your jaw and he rubbed thumb rub back and forth. just when you thought he was going in for a kiss, he pulled back. "would love for your number so we can continue this."
you stared at him, mixed emotions in your eyes. lust, confusion, and even anger. sad to say, you may have desperately wanted to kiss him there.. who wouldn't have? in your haze state, you pulled out your phone and handed it to him. he punched in his number and handed your phone back to you. alex told you that he needed to leave to stream, which you understood. he pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned around.
as you watched him walk away, you thought about what would have happened if you didn't agree to do this video. but quickly put that thought behind you, because you had potentially met your future lover. you were definitely going to be stalking his stream before you had to start your own for the night.
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a/n: bye lol i rushed the ending i didnt know what to put LMAO. ok i hope you enjoyed.
