#Alex already knew his ass was lying

[nico-di-genova]

Alib Pato sending this to Alex to ensure the other he got back to his hotel safe (photo from last night he's actually fucking around past his bedtime)

Pato: safe and sound, going to sleep now 😴💤

Meanwhile, Lance’s Instagram story:

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ok while reading ur teenagers series I kept imagining the reader as the little girl from the univers that got destroyed but in ur fics she happened to make it out. But I also can't stop imagining what would happen if reader found out that her Miguel isn't her actual dad. Cuz let's be honest that's totally somthing he would keep from her. So if ur up to it could u pretty please write something like that 🙏. Maybe include hobie's reaction to??

stop this is so sad

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬… 𝐩𝐭 𝟕

“You and your dad look nothing alike.”

You always got that, all the time. You questioned if you were even his sometimes.

“No, Lyla. I’m not gonna tell her-“

“She’s old enough. She deserves to know-“

Lyla was about to say something else when you walked into the room. You overheard it.

She’s been pushing Miguel since you turned 12 to tell you. He was always too scared to do so.

“Hey-“ Miguel turned to you quickly.

“What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if Hobie could come over?”

“Sure, yeah, whatever. I’ll see you later, there’s something wrong with Lyla or something and Margo needs me to come check it out or something.”

He was lying.

“Okay. Yeah. See you.” You said as he practically ran out the door.

You looked around his room, realizing you’ve never really snooped around in here.

He was up to something, so you decided to look around.

Hobie decided to help you, he had nothing better to do with his time.

“What do you think he’s hiding exactly..?” He asked, going through some files.

“Something. I just…. Don’t know what.”

He stopped when he saw a folder with your name. He handed you the folder.

Lord of scribbled notes, pictures of you when you were a child, but none when you were a baby. Probably about 4 or 5 in the pictures.

You held them up, and looked at them.

Hobie pulled out a document in the folder, that was hidden.

“DO NOT OPEN.” It said, so he opened it.

He skimmed through it, but stopped for a second.

“Y/n L/n, taken in by Miguel O’Hara when earth-712 was about to collapse, he arrived in time and couldn’t save anyone but the child. He now has legal guardianship of the child. This child may be considered dangerous, and must be under watch AT ALL TIMES.”

He stopped reading and looked at you, you gave him a confused look. He just handed you it to you.

You read through it, tears starting to form.

You looked back at Hobie, who gave you a sympathetic look. He went next to you, rubbing your shoulder as you started to cry into your knees. He held you while you did so.

“I just can’t fucking believe it- I’ve been lied to my whole life.” You sobbed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m gonna go beat his ass.” He mumbled the last part under his breath.

You laughed at that for a second and went back to crying. It was quiet for a moment, he looked at you.

“C’mon, let’s get up.” He said, grabbing your hand and going to your room. You both sat on your bed for a while in silence.

“Thank you.” You sniffled, wiping your nose with your sweater. You laid down and he still sat down on your bed.

“It’s what I’m here for.”

You smiled slightly at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you more. Do you need anything..?”

“No. Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t” he laid down next to you, and held you. You turned on the tv.

“New season?” He asked, he didn’t know there would be one.

“Yeah.” You laughed.

“Alright then.” He got more comfortable, and so did you.

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After an hour or two after that, you both fell asleep, the tv going on in the background.

It was late, About 10 pm. Miguel opened the front door. He sighed and took off his shoes, his mask was already gone, and he went into his bedroom.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he opened the door to his room. It was a mess, and the one file he hoped you never saw was open, dark spots covering it which he guessed was tears.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He repeated it, cleaning up the files and mess, then looking into your room.

He only opened it a little, he knew you knew. He knew that Hobie would question him about it in the morning. He knew that you would hate him if you didn’t already.

He left and plopped down into his bed, suit still on. He looked at the pictures you had pulled out. Pictures of you when you were younger.

All of it would be gone all because he couldn’t tell you.

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Miguel did not sleep that day, he changed and stared at the ceiling the whole night. And even when the light shined through his window, he didn’t get up.

He only got up when he heard you both shuffling around.

“You got your stuff?” Hobie asked you. You were gonna stay at his for a while, just until you felt ready.

“Where are you going?” Miguel asked, both of you turning to him.

“Away from you.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was gonna tell you but I couldn’t-“

“You couldn’t? You lied to me my whole fucking life!”

“You have to understand, ever since Gabriella I haven’t known what love was, that was until I found you, okay? I love you. And you can hate me, you can go away, but I will always love you, because even if you’re not my biological daughter, you’re still my daughter. I raised you. And no matter what you do, you can’t run away from that.”

You stayed silent for a moment. Not knowing what to say.

“He’s not wrong, love. He’s your dad.” Hobie said, grabbing your shoulder.

You started to cry again, and went up to Miguel and hugged him. Tightly. He hugged you like he never wanted to let go.

Hobie smiled and Miguel looked at him then back to you.

“I love you.” You mumbled to him.

“I know.”

[morlao]

Secret Admirer

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■ friends to lovers

■ Isaac Garcia x fem!reader

Valentine's Day or in other words: that real fun time of the year where boys buy roses for their crush and (since most of them give the roses anonymously) girls try to find out who the rose is from. It was always really funny, especially when it involved one of your friends. Last year Kiley was the lucky one. She was invited on a date, a blind date, and she came home super excited, telling you and your friends that it was a guy from the Football team.

This year you are sure it would be Jackie. You and Skylar have a bet about who would make the first move. He says Cole, you say Alex. Your chances of winning are quite high since you and Kiley are telling Alex for weeks that this would be the perfect opportunity for him.

Jackie herself doesn't seem so sure about getting a rose at all. When you meet up with her in school she and Grace are talking about it. "No Grace, Cole is with Erin, he for sure won't get me a rose!" "Bullshit." "Grace!"

"Oh, come on Jackie," you sigh, joining Grace's side, "I'm pretty sure you'll get at least one rose today." The blush that starts to rise to Jackie's face makes your grin even wider. "And you know that too", you tease her.

Jackie clears her throat, grabs her backpack and stands up. "Okay, time for class, we can talk later" You know exactly that she is just trying to avoid this topic but nevertheless you nod. "Yeah, classes", you murmur with absolutely no motivation.

Slowly you start walking into class. Of course there are already a bunch of roses lying on some of the desks. The girls stand around them and whisper excitedly, while sometimes stealing glances towards the boys. You walk to your place and... Wait, there is a rose on YOUR desk. For a moment you stand there, confused and in disbelief. You have never received a rose before. You also have no idea who might have put it there. Maybe the boy put it on the wrong desk by accident. It for sure isn't meant for you. You would have noticed if someone had a crush on you, wouldn't you? At least if the boy showed it as obvious as Cole and Alex did concering Jackie.

When you are finally able to break free of your paralysis you slowly start walking towards it. Only then do you notice the little note that was attached to it. Your heart starts to race as you see that your name is written on it. It is no accident, the rose is really for you! You take a look around, searching for any suspicious behaviour, but nobody seems to act strange. With your fingers trembling you unfold the paper and stare at the few lines that were written there by computer.

"Y/N, I've been in love with you for quite a while now. I hope you like the rose."

Of course you couldn't wait for the lessons to end. As soon as the bell rings, you storm out of the classroom, nearly bumping into one of your classmates, and run to the cafeteria to meet up with your friends.

"Guys, I got a rose and a note!"

Immediately they all gather around you, almost ripping the note out of your hands as each one of them wants to read it. "Do you have any idea who it could be?" Jackie sounds super excited. "Nope, sadly not. Could be anyone." You try to think about whether someone acted strange around you. Nothing unusual.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Isaac walks up behind you and tries to get a look at the note. Hastily you try to cover it with your hands. Yes, he was one of your closest friends and yes you trusted him with your life but you also knew that he could be a real pain in the ass especially when it came to boys.

The last time you mentioned that Cole was cute he complained so loudly that all the girls were crazy about Cole that the whole cafeteria heard it. You had never felt so embarrassed in your whole life. Also the next week Cole kept walking up to you with his arrogant grin, asking if you would like to come to his place that night. It took several weeks for him to stop.

Quickly you snatch the note away from him. "Nothing, just..." "You got a love letter!" "No that's not..." You sigh as you don't know what else to call it. It is right, it is a love letter. "Okay, yes I got a love letter and I also got a rose. Don't ask who it is, I don't know." Isaac looks at you, his dark eyes sparkeling as he teases you. "Who do you want it to be?"

You feel all your friends' eyes on you. A very good question. Who did you want it to be? A year ago you would have immediately answered Cole. But now... of course you still think that he is very attractive - nobody would deny that - but his behaviour and the rumors about him making out with numerous girls even though he seems to be with Erin, made you change your mind. You wouldn't want to be with someone who plays you like a toy and gives you mixed feelings or even a roller coaster of emotions.

If you were completely honest, lately you catch yourself often thinking about Isaac. Why didn't you notice before how handsome he actually is? Maybe because you knew him practically since kindergarten. He had always been one of your best friends, it would be weird to see him as more. Or wouldn't it?

You blush as you notice that your friends are still staring at you, waiting for your answer. What should you say? Your eyes dart across the room and the first one you see is... "Er... Dylan. Yeah... I think I might have a crush on Dylan."

Isaac's shoulders tense. "Dylan?!" He almost spits out the name, then he rolls his eyes murmuring something about bad taste in men before walking away.

Kiley looks at you, ignoring him completely. "Do you think the note could maybe be from Dylan?" You shrug, as you didn't really care if it was him or not. "That's the worst about it... I have absolutely no idea who it could be."

The following days you all do your best to find out more about your secret admirer but it seems to be impossible. He really did his best to stay anonymous. Isaac still seems to be upset. You don't really get it, because as far as you knew you did nothing to piss him off. Nevertheless he still avoids you during break and sometimes you catch him glaring at you or your friends from across the room.

On top of that you slowly start to regret calling Dylan your crush as Kiley tries her best to be a good friend and gives him little hints in order to find out if he likes you too. All you could do is watch and act like you were excited about it when in reality you couldn't care less.

Almost two weeks have passed and you still have no idea who your secret admirer is. Valentine's Day was over so no more notes and no more roses. What if he disappeared until Valentine's Day next year? You would have to wait the whole goddamn year and that only for another anonymous note? And what if he didn't like you anymore next year? You would probably never find out who it was!

Frustrated you bang your head against the kitchen table. Jackie had invited you to the Walters' house for a girls night. Probably she wants to distract you from racking your brains over who it could be. But as she is just as curious as you, the topic comes up again and again.

"I asked my classmates. Nobody saw who left the rose", you tell her. "Do you think it's someone you know? Maybe someone you're friends with?", Jackie asks. "Why do you think that?" "Well, it was written by computer. Maybe the person feared you would recognize the handwriting." Your eyes widen. Why didn't you think of that?

A quiet laughter makes you turn around. Isaac has entered the room. He grabs a glass of water and grins at you. "Are you still trying to find your secret lover?"

"Yes, I do and I won't stop until I know who it is." Your voice sounds determined even though you have no idea what else you could do.

"He could have at least left a hint", Jackie sighed, "Why send someone a rose without the intention to maybe go on a date together?" Isaac shrugs. "Maybe it was just a joke."

You glare at him across the table. "Thank you so much for encouraging me, idiot!" Again he shrugs and walks out of the kitchen again, murmuring just as loudly so you could hear it "Well, if you are into popular Football guys, you should get used to being played."

You don't know what to say. Why is he being such an idiot? Jackie takes your hand, smiling softly. "Hey, forget about him. Maybe he's just stressed." You nod and smile at her even though you don't think that being stressed gives him the right to let it out on others.

A few days later as you walk up to your locker with Jackie you see another note stuck there. Again it had your name written on it. Jackie squeaks excitedly as you take it and unfold it.

"Meet me at 8 on the Football field."

Your heart skips a beat. He wants to meet you! That is your chance of finding out who it is. But as you continue to think about it, also a feeling of nervousness starts to appear. Do you really want to know who it is? What if it is someone you don't like or aren't attracted to? Maybe it would be better not to destroy the illusion of your secret admirer.

Jacky looks at you in disbelief as you tell her your doubt. "No way, you're going!" Her voice allows no contradiction. "You were trying to find out who it is for weeks and now you don't want to take this opportunity? You go there, otherwise I'll drag you there! Your choice."

Okay, sounds like you had no other option. You will go there.

You can't wait for your classes to end. Your eyes are fixed upon the clock and you tap your foot nervously. When finally the bell rings, you are upon the first to storm out of the classroom.

Your friends are there to comfort you during waiting for it to finally be 8 o'clock. Grace lists tons and tons of names who she thinks it is, not noticing that she makes you even more nervous by doing so.

At 7:55 you stand up, gather all your courage and make your way to the football field. It's already getting dark and nobody's there. You stand there waiting, your eyes darting around in search of someone.

Times goes by, it's 8:05 then 8:10, 8:15. Your nervousness fades and instead you start to doubt. Are you maybe really getting fooled? What if it was really just a joke? You are just thinking about leaving when you finally notice a figure walking towards you. Your heart starts racing and as he comes closer you finally see who it is. You stand there in disbelief. "Isaac?!"

The boy smiles shyly at you. "Hi, Y/N." "You... are you... no that's not possible!" You don't know what to say. It seems like all the words had just disappeared from inside your head. Was this a joke? Isaac rubs the back of his neck nervously. He can barely look you in the eye. "Are you disappointed that it's me?"

You had never seen him this shy or nervous before. He always seemed so... relaxed and cool with everything. It had to be a joke, it had to be a joke! Every second that you remain silent is pure torture for the poor boy standing in front of you. He clearly seems to take your silence as a "yes". "I know I'm not the hot and charming Cole Walter or fucking Dylan!" His voice cracks and he tries desperately not to show how hurt he is.

You finally manage to get out more than just a stutter. "It was you? The rose was from you? This is not a joke?" Isaac looks at you, torn between sadness and confusion. "Why should this be a joke?" Your face burns with embarrassment. "You're one of my best friends... I never thought that you'd have feelings for me."

Isaac lowers his head and his dark hair falls into his eyes, covering them almost completely. "You're amazing, you're smart, beautiful and the best friend someone could wish for. How could I not fall in love with you?"

Would it feel weird to kiss him since you had known him for so long? You had thought about it before, never seriously though, he was only a friend after all. But now... the thought of it doesn't sound as weird as you thought it would. Slowly you walk towards him. "Why did you never tell me?"

Isaac bites his lip. "I wanted to, I really did, but then you stood there in front of me and I panicked. Also I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

With a small smile you grab his hand and he looks at you, clearly surprised. "I want to tell you a secret", you whisper and lean towards him, your heart racing in your chest. Just before his lips touch yours you confess: "I lied when I told you I hoped it was Dylan. Actually I hoped that it was you."

You can see from the look on his face that he didn't expect that. "Really?" "Really." A huge smile crosses his lips. He cups your face with his hands and pulls you towards him, smashing his lips onto yours. His kiss is passionate and warm, sending a tingling sensation through your body.

As you pull away from each other he looks at you with the brightest smile possible. "If I had known that, I would have confessed years ago!" You roll your eyes laughing and pull him in for another kiss.

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[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race pt.4

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TW: Breeding kink, Rough sex , Smut, degrading

Before you could realize what was happening, Simon had already grabbed you and carried you down to the room where Johnny was. He was faster with you in his hands than you could be on your own.

You thought he was getting better. He lay in the bed, uncovered, his body glistening full of sweat, and he was shaking. Fever, possible sepsis—fuck, fuck.

You dont have any medication to save him from sepsis - if that were the case. You could stop a fever with your trinkets and the medication you prepared. Hell, you could try this natural healing stuff your grandma swore by, but you are fucked right now, and Johnny too. You can't panic; you need to stay calm for Simon's sake and his friend's sake. They'd make your attempts to save Johnny even worse if they knew how overwhelmed you are right now.

"Cold water, towels, onions, and Paracetamol now." Simon immediately ran down, gathering all the things you would need to save Johnny.

"What the fuck?" Kyle questioned.

"I don't have anything better. As long as none of you are ready to raid a hospital now, this must do the job," I screamed at him.

"Where is the nearest hospital?" John asked.

"16 miles away."

"We will be back in a day. What do you need?"

"Paracetamol, Morphine, Tylenol, gloves, new surgical equipment, as many disinfection wipes or solutions as you can get, new bandages, everything you can get."

"Yes, ma'am," Alex chanted.

The boys left the house in minutes, fully equipped with gear. If you weren't so focused on Johnny's safety, you'd notice the ache between your legs as soon as you saw them with your gear and how Kyle kissed you goodbye with so much passion.

"Gathered the stuff." Simon came up with all the things in his bulky arms. You took the towels and soaked them in cold water, putting them on his muscular legs. Simon watched every movement, making sure you saved his Johnny.

"It's just a fever, probably, and John went away with the others to gather some stuff from a nearby hospital."

"I can't lose him."

"I know."

You repeated that procedure for over an hour until his fever went down. He was still a bit drowsy, but he was safe.

"You saved him again."

"I did."

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Two days later, Johnny was as healthy as he could be. He still slept a lot, but he woke up more often. And he was a pain in the ass; he never took his medication and always flirted with you, telling you that you're a pure angel and that he can't wait to finally be on his feet again. And how the others wouldn't be able to put some cubs in you like he could.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't charmed by him. He made butterflies pop up in your stomach, and when you saw him kissing Simon, it was over for you. You wanted both so badly. The others still haven't returned from their raid, so you lay on the couch with Ghost, reading a book; he gave you one of his shirts to wear around the house.

"Can we cuddle a bit? It's getting cold in here."

"Sure, go ahead," he replied, sitting back down on the couch. He patted the spot next to him, indicating for you to join him. As you curled up against him, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. "What are you reading?" His eyes glistened with interest. You waited years for someone to be interested in you, and now you had five men—well, seven—but you didn't meet the other two, who were completely interested in you.

"Just a romance novel," you replied shortly. You knew it was a bit steamy, but you didn't want to tell him.

"Ah, I see. Well, make sure you share the juicy parts with me," Simon teased. He leaned his head against yours and started to flip through the pages of the book. "This isn't too bad," he commented after a few minutes. "Oh, do you like these things?" He pointed to a passage where the male spanked the woman, and you couldn't stop blushing; of course, you liked that.

"No, it's embarrassing when you read it. Stop, Simon."

Simon chuckled and closed the book, setting it down on the coffee table. "Alright, alright, I was just trying to be nice," he said, pretending to be hurt by your response. He leaned back onto the couch, letting out a content sigh.

You leaned against him, burying your face in his pecks. You lingered in his smell; he smelled fantastic, like sandalwood and pine. You inhaled his scent and sighed contentedly.

Simon's eyes closed as you buried your face in his chest. He could feel his heart racing and his breath becoming short. This wasn't supposed to happen, he told himself. But the warmth of your body against him, the softness of your skin—it was all too much.

"Si, do you think we are alone for a long time?" You wondered when the others would come back.

Simon opened his eyes and looked down at you. "Honestly, I don't know," he said quietly. "We could be here for hours, or we could be interrupted at any moment." He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"You saw Alex and me, didn't you?"

"Yes"

"He made me feel good," he did; in fact, he made you feel desired. Every one of them did, but in different ways, but you still weren't sure about Simon. He loved Johnny, and even if both of them desired you, they had each other. Maybe they just wanted to use you as an incubator to get them a child, but nothing more. Alex at least gave you the feeling of truly respecting you, while Price worshiped the ground you walked on. Johnny was amazed by your appearance, but Simon awakened a lust in you.

Simon frowned at your comment. "Alex made you feel good?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even. "Is that why you went to him instead of me?" He sounded jealous. How did they agree on sharing you when all of them were so possessive and jealous all the time?

"No, look, I'm just sometimes not sure if you see me like that. In one moment, you're cuddling me, and in the other moment, you glare at me like I'm some scum."

Simon sighed heavily, knowing he'd messed up. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I don't mean to treat you like that. It's just... sometimes I get frustrated and take it out on you." He paused for a moment.

"I can understand that with Johnny's injury, it took a toll on you."

"Yeah, well, that's no excuse," Simon said with a frown. "I should be able to handle my emotions better than that." He paused for a moment before reaching out to gently squeeze your hand.

"Did you like how I took good care of him?"

Simon hesitated before speaking. "It was nice of you to help him, but I wish I would have been able to be as useful as you," he said eventually.

"You aren't useless. I'm useless. I can't even use a fucking gun," you admitted.

"Yeah, well, things are complicated," Simon admitted. He squeezed your hand again before letting go and standing up. "I'm gonna go take a shower or bath or whatever you call this."

"It would be good in times like this to save some water," you said cheekily, sounding like a fucking man on Tinder. You needed to improve your flirting skills.

Simon rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Alright, smartass," he muttered under his breath before heading into the bathroom to clean himself.

You were thinking of joining him, but you didn't want to intrigue him or make him uncomfortable.

You thought about using the short alone time you had to acknowledge the ache between your legs. You slowly started to remove the lingerie under his oversized shirt and rub your clit. It felt so good; you missed Alex's touch and John's. You needed them all.

You started to finger yourself, pumping your short fingers in and out in frustration since they didn't reach the right spot. You were so concentrated on getting the slightest bit of satisfaction that you didn't notice him joining the room again.

Your one hand was pinching your hardened nipple, the other fingering your sweet spot, your back ached, and you noticed how you got closer to the sweet release you needed: "Fuck Simon, fuck me."

Simon couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you didn't even notice he was there. He stepped closer, his hard-on tenting his towel, as he watched you pinch your nipple and finger yourself.

"Mhm, fuck," you whined as you slipped in another finger. The sound of your moan and the sight of your fingers sliding in and out of your moist folds sent a shudder of desire through him. You were so wet and eager for release; it made him want to pull you up for a rough fuck.

He slowly started to stroke himself. The sight of his shirt coated in your juices only made him harder. He loved the thought of you being so turned on by him that you couldn't help but cum all over his clothes. "Mmm, you're such a dirty little slut."

"What? Oh god, Simon, how long are you watching?" you said, removing your fingers that were coated from your throbbing core in embarrassment. In all your years alive, you had never been caught masturbating before.

"Long enough to see you get yourself off," Simon smirked in response, his voice laced with amusement. The smell of your arousal, mixed with the steam from the shower, was driving him wild. His cock twitched at the thought of being buried deep inside you.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry, I was just so woken up."

"Don't apologize," Simon said, his voice low and rough. He stepped closer, his towel dropping to the floor as he revealed his erect cock. "I quite enjoyed watching you pleasure yourself."

You swallowed as you saw his hard-on. When you thought John was big, you were wrong. Simon was massive; he had at least 9 inches. How was this even possible? He was deliciously curved with an oh my god, is that a piercing?

"Oh god, it's fucking big. How does that fit in someone?" he just smirked before replying.

"I'll make sure it fits perfectly inside you," Simon replied, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He walked towards you, his massive cock bobbing with each step.

"Now, why don't you take care of that for me?"

You glided down on your knees in front of him, licking all over his tip and savoring his delicious pre cum "Oh god, I love your piercing down there."

Simon let out a low groan as you began to worship his cock, your tongue flicking over the piercing at the tip. "Yes, I have one," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Now suck on it and show me how much you want my cock inside you."

"Will it hurt if you fuck me?" You couldn't deny the fear of his dick splitting you in half.

"It might initially, but trust me, it'll feel fantastic," Simon replied, running his fingers through your hair. His other hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "I promise I'll take it slow and make sure you're ready for my cock."

You slowly wrapped your mouth around his cock, trying to fit it all in your sweet mouth, but it was too big. You almost gagged, and tears fell on your beautiful cheeks from the sudden loss of air.

Simon couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you struggle to take his cock in your mouth. "You're doing great, baby girl," he said, pulling back slightly. "Just take it slow and try not to choke."

You slowly bobbed your head up and down, and his tip hit your throat. Simon couldn't help but let out a moan as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. The feeling of your soft lips and warm tongue wrapped around him was driving him wild. "Fuck, that feels good," he muttered, reaching down to stroke your hair gently.

Simon's hips began to thrust involuntarily as you continued to suck on his cock, your moans vibrating against his shaft. He gripped your hair tighter, pulling you away from him slightly. "Fuck, Babygirl, you're killing me."

You grabbed his balls and squeezed them in a teasing manner.

Simon groaned deeply, feeling the pleasure shoot through his body. "God, that's it," he murmured, pushing into your mouth again as you began to stroke his balls gently. "You're such a naughty little slut." The mixture of degradation and praise made you go crazy.

You bobbed your head faster, and Simon's moans turned into grunts as you took him deeper into your mouth, the head of his cock brushing against the back of your throat. His hips bucked forward, pushing against your face as he lost control. "I'm going to cum," As he felt his orgasm approaching, Simon gripped your hair tighter, pulling you away from his cock just enough for him to slide it out of your mouth. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice dark and demanding.

You swallowed it, but it was way too much; it ran down from the curve of your lips to your perfect breasts, making you look like a painting.

Simon watched as you swallowed his cum, a mix of satisfaction and pride filling him up. He admired the sight of it running down your breasts, making them glisten in the dim light. "That's my good girl," he praised, reaching out to cup one of your breasts. He scoped the cum from your nipples, putting it in your mouth.

He smirked as he watched you clean his fingers with your tongue, enjoying the taste of his cum. "You're such a dirty little slut," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But I love every fucking second of it."

"I'm not a slut; I'm a good girl," you protested.

Simon raised an eyebrow at your comment. "Is that so? Then why are you sucking my cock and letting me cum all over your face and tits?" he asked, his tone full of sarcasm. "Sounds like slutty behavior to me."

"Because I'm a good girl, and good girls satisfy their men."

Simon couldn't help but chuckle at your response. "Well, I guess that makes sense," he admitted, his grip on your breast tightening slightly. "You're a good girl when it comes to pleasing me."

"Can you maybe return the favor?" you asked shyly.

Simon grinned at your request. "Of course, baby girl," he said, reaching down to stroke your pussy. "You've been such a good girl for me today; I think it's only fair that I return the favor."

He admired the sight of your wet pussy, glistening in the dim light. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled.

"I need your tongue there, please."

With a devilish grin, Simon leaned down and teased your sensitive folds with his tongue. "You want my tongue, huh?" he asked before pushing past your entrance and thrusting his tongue deep inside you. Simon chuckled at your moan as he continued to lick and probe your tight little pussy. He loved the way you responded to him, especially when you begged for more. "That's it, baby," he whispered between licks.

"Fuck Simon, so good."

Simon loved hearing you moan his name. It only fueled his desire for you more. With one hand on your hip, he used the other to slide two fingers inside you, finding your G-spot and massaging it while his tongue continued to lap at your pussy like a hungry dog. "That's right, baby," Simon growled against your wet folds. "You like that? You want more?"

He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper inside you as he sucked harder on your clit.

"Yes, please, more feels so good."

He grinned at your enthusiastic response. "Good girl," he praised you, sliding his fingers in and out of you while still working your clit with his tongue. "You're so wet for me. You taste so fucking divine."

"Please Si"

"Please, what, baby?" Simon asked, lifting his head to look down at you with a smirk. "You want to feel even better?" He asked, sliding his fingers deeper inside you before circling his thumb around your hard, swollen clit.

"Make me cum, please. Simon's thumb began to rub circles around your clit, making you squirm beneath him.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he demanded, his voice rough and full of desire. "I want to see you lose control." You came on his tongue, screaming, whining, and shaking. Simon felt you tighten around his fingers as your orgasm hit, and he couldn't resist sucking harder on your clit to milk every last drop of pleasure from you.

He loved the way you screamed and whined, your body shaking with the intensity of your release.

"Stop Stop it too much."

Simon smirked as he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, knowing that you were on the brink of squirting. "Go ahead, baby," he encouraged you. "Let it all out for me."

"Mhm, fuck Simon too much."

Simon chuckled as you begged him to stop, but he couldn't resist the urge to push you further. With one hand, he gently pressed against your belly to make it even worse, while he continued to stimulate your clit with the other. "You like being controlled?"

You tried to move your legs away, pushing them together, not wanting to lose control.

Simon watched as you tried unsuccessfully to move your legs away. He smiled cruelly at your futile efforts before tightening his grip on your thighs. "I think you need to learn who's really in charge here," he growled.

Simon relished in the power he had over you as he brought you to yet another orgasm. He could see the pleasure and frustration warring on your face, and it only fueled his desires. "Do you like feeling so helpless?"

"Yes, Simon," you whined, enjoying his dominant behavior.

"Good girl," Simon praised you, his voice thick with satisfaction. He continued to tease you, pressing his fingers inside you just a little bit deeper each time, seeking out any remaining pleasure centers within your tight little pussy.

He started to place small slaps on your abused clit.

"Ahh, fuck."

Simon moaned as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. The combination of pleasure and pain from your reactions was addictive. He couldn't help but increase the intensity of both, slapping your clit harder with each passing moment. With a hard slap, you came a fifth time, squirting all over his face - coating him completely, and the couch under you,

He let out a low growl of satisfaction as he felt your pussy clenching tightly around his fingers one last time before releasing them from their grip.

"I'm sorry," you said.

"Don't apologize," Simon murmured, his gaze lingering on you. "That was fucking beautiful; you taste like pure heaven."

You looked at his throbbing dick, reaching for it.

Simon saw the look in your eyes and grinned, wrapping his hand around his throbbing erection. "You want more?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "You're such a greedy little slut," he teased you before guiding his cock to your entrance. You winced as he put it inside you, inch for inch.

"I know it's big, but you can take it," Simon grunted, his eyes locked on yours as he began to pound into you. The head of his cock hit your cervix with each powerful stroke, filling you.

You were so tight around him that it felt like heaven itself was wrapped around his shaft.

Feeling your legs wrap around his hips, Simon groaned low in pleasure. The sensation of being so tightly held while he thrust into you was exquisite. He reached down between your bodies, his fingers finding their way to your clit.

"No too much, Si."

Simon couldn't help but laugh at your attempts to pull him out. "I told you it was going to be big," he teased, slamming himself into you harder. His hand on your clit moved faster, his fingers tracing over the sensitive nub.

"Hurts so good," you admitted.

"You like pain, then?" Simon growled, his face twisted with lust and anger. With one last hard push, he buried himself deep within you, as far as he could go. "Say it, you fucking slut. Tell me you love it."

"I love it when you're rough with me, Si," you moaned. He felt like heaven and hell at the same time inside of you. His big cum-loaded balls hit your ass all over again, leaving his mark on you.

"Fuck yes, you do," Simon hissed, grabbing your hips and slamming himself into you over and over again. His fingers on your clit were relentless, rubbing in circles to drive you closer to the edge. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," Simon warned, his voice low and rough. He pulled out of you with a wet pop and spun you around, pushing you on all fours and arching your back.

Simon slammed himself into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust into you with all his strength. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and he could feel you clenching around him, trying to keep up with his powerful strokes.

Simon's fingers dug into your hips as he pounded into you, his breathing becoming ragged. "You like that?" He asked roughly, knowing the answer well. "You love it when I take you hard and rough, don't you?"

"Yes Si"

Simon's pace quickened, his movements becoming more frantic as he reached the edge of release. He leaned down and bit your shoulder, growling incoherently as he felt himself about to cough. "Your pussy is so fucking tight."

As you begged him for more, Simon's cock throbbed even harder, the head hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry mouth. "No one took me so good as you did."

"Mhm, fuck, best cunt you ever had?"

Simon grunted as he felt himself about to explode inside of you. "Best cunt I ever fucking had," he growled into your ear, kissing you all over your neck.

"Mhm, Si, please fill me up."

He smiled, his teeth bared in a devilish grin. "You want my baby in your belly?" he asked, his voice a low growl. For the first time, you betrayed yourself and nodded. You wanted his fucking baby and nothing more than it.

"I'm going to fuck a baby inside of you." Simon's thrusts became even more powerful, his hips slamming into yours as he felt himself reach the peak of pleasure. "You're going to be a Riley," he growled, feeling his cock twitch and throb inside you as he filled you with his seed.

As you both came together, Simon's seed mixed with your sweet nectar. He continued to push his cum over and over again into your cervix, lifting your legs, not allowing one drop to escape before he impregnated you.

After he turned soft, He pulled out of you and collapsed on the couch, panting heavily as he watched his thick, white cum drip from your pussy onto the fabric.

You couldn't stop laughing as you saw his cum dripping from your fucked-out core.

Simon grinned at you, his eyes glinting playfully. "You think that's funny?" He asked, reaching over to give you a light swat on the ass. "Just wait until we have to deal with a tiny little mini-me running around."

"Oh god, that will be hell." You laughed, but somehow you wanted this baby to be his. It was selfish; he had Johnny, and you were only a tool for him.

"You know you aren't a slut; I just thought you liked the degrading," he kissed you on your forehead and then down to your nose, to your plump lips.

"I loved it."

"You look sad for someone who had six orgasms."

"It's just that sometimes I feel like an incubator for all of you, not like a person." Small tears escaped your eyes, and you felt pathetic. You should have said this to Alex and not to Simon.

"Oh, baby girl, you aren't. The captain is smitten with you. Gaz is obsessed with every word you say. Alex made love to you. And Johnny and I look. I know we're a couple, but we are Poly, and we don't want to have just your baby. All Johnny talks about is the sweet angel who saved him. You are important, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way." Your heart swells at his words.

"You made me feel amazing, Si."

"And I will continue, baby girl, and now on your belly, let me give you a massage. You deserve it after taking it like a champ."

[paleneckauthorcowboy]

This fic is a direct follow up to the last fic I posted! This mainly Tim central fic! Please enjoy!

Tim came back to his house, it looked the same as usual; dull and lifeless. But he noticed something... new that had not been there before, it was a tape sitting on top of a folded up note. He decided to watch the tape before reading the note. The video shows a person running through a street at a fast pace, almost if they were in a panic. He sees that the person arrives at Kestins house, the camera pans down to show them trying to open the door but it won't open; it's locked.

The camera pans over to the window as the person filming approaches it. The camera points down as the sound of breaking glass follows. The person quickly crawls through the window and makes their way around the house, seemingly searching for someone or something. They find the bathroom door and unlock it. The camera slowly pans up to show Kestin slumped against the bathroom wall.

The person filming rushes over and drops the camera. It's revealed that Hoodie was the one filming, but due to the dropping of the camera, his head is cut out of the shot. Hoodie checks Kestins pulse. Nothing. He can see Hoodie reaching up to remove his mask but he can't see his face. Hoodie takes a note from Kestins pocket, reads it and puts it into his own. Hoodie puts his mask back on and picks the camera back up, pointing it at Kestin again. Then there's a knock on the door. Hoodie quickly makes an exit out the bathroom window and the tape ends there.

Tim was stunned, was Kestin really dead or was this just a trick to mess with him? He can't tell. He picks up the note that was left for him under the tape. Opening carefully, the letter reads as follows.

"This is your fault, you didn't get him out and for what? Because he tried to defend his boyfriend? You could have helped him, yet you didn't. He is gone because of you, you fail him as a friend. You promised to protect him you fucking liar. This is all your fault."

He wasn't lying, he had planned to get Kestin out. He just didn't know that he had so little time. He never intended to lie, he knows he failed to protect him. He almost forgot the promise that he made all those years ago when they were just teenagers in high school. Why don't we go back then?

It's the start of Tim's senior year, his parents moved him to Alabama due to an expulsion. He was happy that it was his last year of high school, he never really liked people. But, that all changed the day he met Brian. He had such a warm and inviting personality, Tim just could say no to hanging out. They bonded rather quickly, Brian was the first person to make Tim felt... normal, it felt nice. He just couldn't resist that feeling of normality, so he accepted to meet the rest of Brian's friends.

The first one he meets is Alex, a smart guy with a quiet but nice personality, then he met Kaylee, she's kind of a smart ass and a drama queen, then he met Kestin, a sweet boy that seems to always have something in his hands. He liked everyone, they all made him feel happy, he felt human and normal; not to mention his violent tendencies seemed almost nonexistent, they hadn't surfaced in months.

They all usually hung out in a group, aside from the times that just Tim, Brian, and Kaylee spent time together. But today was different, it was just going to be Tim and Kestin hanging out one on one. Everyone else was busy, Tim was going to just cancel but he knew that Kestin would be disappointed so he just remade the plans so that I'd fit better for both of them. The plan was to meet by the football stand and Walk to Tim's car, then he'd drive them both to his house and just chill out there. But, things don't always go as planned.

Tim was approaching the stands, he saw that Kestin was already there. A senior seems to be bothering him, trying to talk to him. Kestin looked very uncomfortable. "Come on pretty boy, I'm such a nice guy." Was the first thing that Tim heard, he saw Kestin cringe. "Am I interrupting something?" Tim asked, looking ready to put himself between the guy and Kestin. He looks relieved to Tim, "no, you're not! I'm glad you're here. Now, we can get going!" Kestin tried to squeeze past the guy but he grabbed him by the wrist.

"Wait, you didn't answer me! Can't you just come over to my place once?" He asked, trying to lean in and box Kestin in, Kestin backed up. "As I said before the answer is no!" He tried to get his arm out of the guy's grip but he only tightened it. "What? Why not?! I'm so nice!" He looked pissed, and like he isn't going to take no for an answer. Tim grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him backwards. "He said no, he doesn't have to explain why. Now, let him go." Tim was glaring at the guy, He let's go of Kestin and Tim let's go of him.

The guy started walking away, "stupid fucking trannie..." He mumbled just loud enough for them both Tim and Kestin to hear. Tim was not happy, he kind of just snapped; he grabbed the guy and decked him in the face, over and over again. It wasn't until Kestin was pulling him off of the guy did Tim come back to reality. His hands were bloodied and the creep was not looking good.

"Woah dude, let's just go!" Kestin looked very frightened by Tim's sudden attack on the guy, Tim didn't say anything and just nodded, not even bothering to wipe the blood off of his hands. They both walked to Tim's car in silence, when they got there Kestin got in and put his backpack on the floorboard. Tim gets into the driver's side and sits there for a moment. He didn't look at Kestin, "I'm so sorry-" Tim couldn't finish an apology because Kestin cut him off.

"Don't apologize, that was freaking sick! I mean it was scary, but like in a cool way?" Kestin rambled, Tim looked over at him. Kestin didn't look afraid anymore, if anything he looked amazed. "Wait, you're not mad or scared after what just happened?" He questioned, Kestin shrugged. "No, why would I be? Sure it freaked me out a little, but on a certain level that was so rad!" Kestin explained how he felt, Tim breathed a sigh of relief. Kestin took a few tissues out of his backpack and handed them to Tim.

"Not to mention, you were just protecting me, I seriously appreciate that." Kestin watched Tim clean the blood off of his hands. Kestin truly is appreciative of what Tim did, mainly because no one else in the group would do it. That's not to say that they wouldn't try to defend him, it's just that most of them are non-confrontational. So, the most that they would do is tell the person to shut up. Tim cherished that Kestin didn't judge him, instead finding him cool.

"I'll always protect you, that's a promise." Tim stated as he started the car, Kestin chuckled. "Thanks dude." Kestin spent the rest of the car ride rambling on about a new comic that he liked and that's all Tim remembers from that day. Which brings us back to the present. He'd failed to keep his promise, he really was just a LIAR.

[thegreymoon]

LMAO, it was the gifs of this scene that convinced me that watching this would be a good idea 🤣🤣

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WAIT, HIS GAY ASS IS THE KING?? 🤯🤯

LMAO, suddenly, I am far less worried that they will be imprisoned in the Tower of London or something equally grim 🤣🤣

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LMAO, this is so fucking stupid.

How is that even supposed to work when the SON OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES already gave an entire press conference confirming that they were queer, in love and in a sexual relationship since the beginning of the year.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DENY?

Stupid, illogical script.

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LMAO, of course she did.

Luckily, this movie takes place in a happier alternate reality, but again, reminding myself, that I AM NOT HERE FOR REALISM.

With that said, the best part of all this is that that smelly rat who leaked the e-mails can now watch the First Son have a ROYAL WEDDING with a British prince and enjoy never getting hired again as a journalist anywhere in the USA.

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LMAO, NOOOOOO 🤣🤣

NOBODY NOTICED YOU TOPPLE A NINE-TIER CAKE AT A ROYAL WEDDING! THEY WERE ALL ABDUCTED BY ALIENS AT THAT PRECISE MOMENT AND COULDN'T SEE IT HAPPEN AT ALL! 🤣🤣

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AND IT IS DONE! I AM FINALLY FREEEEEEEEE!! 🎉🎉

Okay, so I am now being unfairly mean because I fully knew what I was getting myself into when I started watching this so it is not right to complain after the fact. My expectations were very low to begin with and unfortunately, this movie did not exceed them one bit, but I would also be lying if I said that this was the worst thing I ever watched. For what it is, it was OK.

First of all, these types of low-effort romantic comedies are so not my thing so I shouldn't have been here in the first place, but sometimes, if they work out, they are just a bit of mindless fun that helps release some tension (and Nicholas Galitzine is a very beautiful human) so I took the risk. It's safe to say that I did get a few laughs, but overall, I was bored and unsatisfied. The social issues touched upon in this movie were handled in a very superficial fashion, it felt more like it was offering lip service rather than examining them in any meaningful way. It said all the right things, but none of it felt genuine. The writing was downright basic, bland and juvenile and at times, even illogical. I got a good laugh at the cake toppling at the beginning and all of Sarah Shahi's scenes where she is a hairbreadth away from physically hurting Alex, but everything was so sanitised, predictable and uninspired, I never got invested in any of the characters or their stories.

But speaking of the good, in addition to Sarah Shahi, I loved supportive President Mom and Congressman Dad (it never would have happened in the real world and the too-good-to-be-true happy family dynamics almost kicked me out of the story completely, but I can see how this would be happy escapism for queer kids dealing with the grim reality of unsupportive and downright dangerous families IRL). I also loved the Secret Service lady and Alex' best buddy Nora (she was one of my favourites but her token boyfriend was super pointless and unnecessary). The British royals were all meh except for Henry and Zahara's Indian boyfriend. Don't get me started on the King and his whole "I have ordered them to deny this!!" garbage in the age of social media when Alex had already given an entire press conference confirming that he was in a committed relationship with the Prince and that all those intimate letters were very, very real.

With that said, I appreciated their cute reunion on the stairs, even if the spontaneous mass demonstrations all over the UK in support of Henry swaying the King's opinion were a bit over the top.

All in all, I would like to ask all young people starved for queer romance to please check out danmei. Sure, these novels can sometimes be a bit rough because the translations aren't always great and editing does not seem to be much of a thing in this genre, but the romance is beyond anything I've seen in queer Western media so far. Honestly, this movie is laughable if you are coming in from stuff like Nanchan, QJJ, TGCF and 2ha, where romance is elevated, and social issues are astutely dissected and held up as a mirror for the reader. Even when the adaptations are butchered due to censorship, we get more out of them than this.

I am really not the target demographic for Red, White and Royal Blue and honestly, the entire premise sounds dumb af from where I'm sitting, but all the gifs that crossed my dash looked hilarious and that main actor is beyond gorgeous, so I am going to give it a shot tonight. My expectations are so low, that unless this movie gets a shovel and starts digging, there is no chance it cannot exceed them. I am so ready to eat my words, just give me some pretty people, mindless fluff and basic comedy and I will be happy, I swear!

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TWO FUCKING HOURS?

You guys, I'm going to be honest here, I don't think I have it in me to sit through this 😭😭

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LOL, only a younger brother 🤣🤣 They did not have the guts to go all in and make him the heir to the throne.

Also, lol @ "Prince of England's hearts" but even more so at "whom all the world adores" 🤣🤣 I cannot. I am absolutely not the target demographic for this and I don't think I have it in me to just go along with this, fictional British royal family or not. Who speaks like this? Who even believes it?

Anyway. Abolish the monarchy, Guillotine them all. Long live the glorious revolution!

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LMFAO 🤣🤣

Well, at least he looks equally disgusted.

If we can't off the royal family, how about we just off this news announcer? Because I am getting so much second-hand embarrassment.

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LMAO, OK, he gets ONE point 🤣🤣

OK, fine, two points, because he is stupid beautiful and the reason I sat down to watch this in the first place 😤

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Yassss, girlfriend has great taste!

I'm two minutes in and so far, she's my favourite. I would totally watch a two-hour movie of her touring London and giving commentary on the yumminess of various guys she encounters.

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LMAO, is he going to get hammered and smash the obscene 75-thousand-pound cake? 🤣🤣

Because why else would they mention that price point and also show the cake in all its humongous 8-tier glory 🤣🤣

Here for the diplomatic incident, ngl, I would totally read the shit out of that in the tabloids the next day 🤣🤣

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NOOOOO, THE CAKE IS RIGHT BEHIND THEM!

THEY WILL TOTALLY TOPPLE THAT CAKE!

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Okay, I am laughing 🤣🤣

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SCREAMING 🤣🤣

I saw it coming from a mile away, but goddamn, it DELIVERED! 🤣🤣

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I can't stop laughing 🤣🤣

Watching this was such a good decision 🤣🤣

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LOL, if this was a real-life event, I would spend a week gleefully reblogging it on Tumblr, no lie 🤣🤣

Also, it is a 9-TIER CAKE, not 8 🤣🤣 The more, the messier!

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LMFAO 🤣🤣

Also, OMG! Uma Thurman! 😍 It's been a hundred years since I watched her in anything!

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"Sunshine of my heart" 🤣🤣

This movie is hilarious 🤣🤣

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Wait, Sarah Shahi??

I loved her in Life! I also watched Fairly Legal for her and thought she was stunning in The L Word! I'm forever bitter we never got to see that Nancy Drew adaptation with her in the main role 😕

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The thing that is the most difficult for me to suspend my disbelief for is the idea that these two overly privileged young men involved in their countries' respective politics are actually nice people.

I keep chanting to myself, "You are not here for realism! You are not here for realism! YOU ARE NOT HERE FOR REALISM!"

To varying levels of success 😕

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Romantic comedies are so not my genre. And I am so not here for ex-boyfriends or whatever this guy is.

I need Alex and Henry to get back together ASAP and start smashing cakes again because I'm starting to get bored.

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These are gutter-level jokes.

Seriously, they couldn't get more creative?

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They have the most basic taste in literature ever. It doesn't even feel authentic, more like what a nineteen-year-old girl thinks good taste in literature should look like.

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I feel like I am extremely uncharitable towards this movie (the cake thing was funny tho) but it is very hard to take their bland flirting, pedestrian romance and pathetic humour seriously when you're coming into this from 2ha 😕 The standards that have been set are on another planet compared to what we are being given here.

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Please 😭

And smash another cake, otherwise I don't know how I'm going to make it through another hour-and-a-half of this 😭😭

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The things I will watch for pretty people 😭

He truly is stupid beautiful and makes this thing infinitely more watchable every time he's on screen.

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I'm with Henry on this one, this party is like something straight out of my worst nightmares and crushing on the tall, hot guy seems like the only tolerable thing in this whole hellscape.

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Aww, baby, he is not having a good time.

He wants to kiss him for New Year's too!

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LOL.

Well. That escalated 🤣🤣

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NOOOOO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STARING AFTER HIM?

RUN AFTER HIM AND TELL HIM IT'S OK AND THAT YOU SHOULD CONTINUE SOMEWHERE BEHIND CLOSED DOORS!!

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And some women! 👀

She's my favourite character in this thing, lol, followed closely by Sarah Shahi and Uma Thurman. And then Prince Henry 😅

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This guy stands no chance to the level that it's embarrassing he still keeps trying.

I almost feel sorry for him, but I kinda have the feeling that he's going to be the one to out Alex and Henry, so my sympathy is very shallow. Just know when you've lost, my man, and MOVE ON.

[sepulchralblues]

Heartbeat

“We have forty-six hours to the concert and this kid really has the balls to be late,” Kevin says out loud to no one in particular, annoyance sharpening his tone.

He paces in the middle of the room, the worn carpet of wearing out further under the soles of his shoes. He comes to a stop near Andrew, huffing out a breath and leaning against the lone desk in the room, which Andrew is perched on.

Andrew turns to him and blows out a smoky breath right in his face. Kevin’s eyebrows scrunch together as he flaps a hand in front in his face to disperse the smoke.

“Are you sure he has the right time?” Aaron asks again. His feet are propped up against the same desk, those black shoes too close to Andrew's ass for his comfort.

“Yes, he does,” Kevin insists. “I told him myself.”

“I bet he backed out,” Aaron says. “Coward.”

Andrew thinks back to the phone call from yesterday, the undertone of fierce longing in the voice on the line and thinks no. This is not a case of cowardice.

This is a case of not seeming desperate.

“I bet he’s already here,” Andrew tells the other three members of The Monsters, and watches the expressions of outrage, surprise and doubt unfold across their faces.

To be fair, though, this exchange was born of desperation alone, from both parties. The Monsters needed a drummer, and this Neil Josten, whoever he was, clearly got something remarkable from this too.

Andrew doesn’t really know how he landed up here.

Well, no, that’s not right — he knows the chain reaction started when Kevin came to Columbia clutching a note addressed to his father, with a dead mother, and a maniac of a brother on his tail. He knows about the deal they’d made, him and Kevin. He knows how one thing had lead to another, and that Kevin was finally getting his feet back under him with a new band to show for it.

But he doesn’t know how he landed up in this kind of a life, all roller coasters and upside downs.

“Honestly, fuck Seth for ODing again,” Nicky says. “He knew we had the biggest concert of our lives on Friday evening, but Monday night he goes and fucks us all over. Now he’s just rotting in the hospital eating someone else’s head.”

“He was a horrible drummer and all of us hated him,” Kevin points out. “Maybe it’s a good thing.”

“Harsh,” Andrew notes.

Footsteps sound on the other side of the door. All four of them quieten in anticipation.

The man — boy, really — who pushes the door open can’t be more than twenty-one. He's dressed in washed out blue jeans and a faded grey top with long sleeves that hook onto his thumbs. His sneakers are worn from use, and he has a black backpack over a shoulder.

Andrew skims past all this in a single dismissive glance. But when his gaze lands on the man’s face, and those blue, blue eyes lock onto his, Andrew's heart stops beating.

Alex’s face creases in amusement and held-back laughter as the two of them sprint down the hallway, flying past the guards and their shouts. They burst into the cell, panting, and far too satisfied with themselves for a prank that simple and stupid.

Alex’s bunk is the lower one, and they huddle up on it, limbs strategically placed around one another so that there is no physical contact.

“That was fun,” Alex says. His blue eyes are bright in the dimming evening light filtering through the solitary window.

“That was stupid,” Andrew corrects. He feels a bubbly, almost giddy sensation rising up in him. He turns his head towards Alex. They are close enough that Andrew can see the shadows Alex’s long, dark brown lashes cast on his perfectly arched cheekbones.

Something about the boy lying next to him makes Andrew's heart beat double time. He wonders what it would be like to kiss Alex, if those pink lips are really as soft as they look, if his pulse would speed up like Andrew knows his would.

He wonders if Alex would kiss him back.

“I loved your lyrics,” Alex murmurs, drawing Andrew out of his thoughts. “Thank you for showing them to me.”

Andrew feels his ears heat up. He doesn’t think Alex would like the song half as much if he knew Andrew had written it about him.

Of course, he doesn’t dare tell Alex that and risk losing the first friend he’d ever made.

“You actually joined band instead of your stupid sport,” Andrew says instead, a question buried there that he knows Alex will understand.

“Well, yeah. You’re there, aren’t you?” Alex’s lips curled in a small smile, one Andrew had only ever seen directed towards him in the sanctuary of their cell.

Andrew flushes hot at that. Honestly, fuck Alex for saying things like that. It messed with Andrew's go-to strategy of keeping his feelings locked up nice and secure.

“Shut up.”

The man’s face shutters. There is recognition in those eyes. Of course there is. The Monsters may not be a household name, but they are known decently well.

Alex—if that even is his real name, considering he goes by Neil now—wouldn’t have had a hard time researching who they were once their manager Wymack had reached out to him.

Andrew wonders if his desperation had anything to do with whatever they were to each other back in juvie. It doesn’t matter. Andrew doesn’t care about people who walked out of his life six years ago and never looked back.

No one else in the room seems to be able to read the onslaught of emotions Andrew is feeling, but Nicky can clearly sense some tension, because he says, “Hi! You must be Neil, right?”

Alex/Neil clears his throat. “Yeah. Uh, hi.”

His voice, now older and more mature, but still with the same slight British tinge, threatens to send a shiver down Andrew's spine.

More than a little annoyed at himself, and very much so at Alex/Neil, he forces out, “Hello Neil. Or should I call you Alex?”

Alex/Neil winces, like he knew that blow was coming, but it had still hurt. His tone is soft when he says, “Hey Andrew.”

Andrew hates the way his voice wraps around the syllables of his name, hates that it feels familiar.

Everyone in the room freezes. It is Aaron who breaks the silence, who makes the connection.

“You two know each other?”

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atlas

Alex Chen × Steph Gingrich fluffy comfort one-shot

(I was talking to a friend about the game and we were discussing how Alex is probably still carrying a lot of trauma. And even after everything that happened at the mines we still don't see her really grieve for the whole situation and herself. So- I had to write it, you know?)

Enjoy!

TW: mentions of suicide, death and mental health issues.

It's two months into their relationship now, and they are somewhere in a Californian town, living in a tiny apartment close to the beach. They play together in small venues and underground clubs. Alex bartends and Steph referees for DND campaigns at a nerd bar they found by chance on their first week there.

They're happy. As happy as Alex remembers being since she was- well, maybe nine.

Every day, it's a little like waking up into a dream. Living in an apartment with her first girlfriend, listening to music as they cooked dinner together. Getting to kiss her just because Alex felt like it. Because her heart went a little loopy inside her chest when she smiled. Because she knew Steph would hold on to her waist and make her feel like she was full of electricity.

The 'falling in love' business felt overrated before Steph.

But Being in the middle of it now, Alex doesn't think there's anything better.

Although a part of her still felt quite numb - she guesses it's not something that will go away that easily - and day by day, Alex felt a little bit more like she could breathe... like she was finally letting herself go, at least a little bit.

****

Now that she could comprehend and use her powers, it also seemed as if she'd started to become even more of a magnet for all sorts of emotion around her. And apparently Alex could do it in her sleep too.

The nightmares came in clusters most of the time, a badly cut-together mess of voices and feelings. The lady that lived under them, who lost her son when he was little. The couple from down the street, who were going through a hard time in their relationship. Even the little girl from upstairs, who had terrible night terrors of sharp-teethed monsters reaching from under her bed.

They all mixed inside her head until she woke up gasping for air and sizzling with emotion.

It was rare that she'd have a full dream, one that made sense and completed itself, but when she did they were always about Gabe. About sitting together at the rooftop of the Lantern and sharing a beer. Or climbing trees, like they used to do when they were little.

It was a relief from the usual doom.

And that dream was supposed to be nothing different. Or at least she thought it wasn't.

****

In it, they were at the ravine. A world of twinkling stars shining above their heads. The Colorado mountains all around them creating a landscape that was just as beautiful as it was bittersweet. Alex could see the log she'd crossed, still standing between her and the tiny outcrop of stone Ethan had been stranded on.

She hadn't dreamed of the ravine since leaving Haven Springs, but while she was there, Alex dreamt of it every night. She would see it when her eyes were closed. She could hear it, - the sirens, the terrible, deafening rumble of the ground splitting beneath them. The panic, pounding into her ears.

But this is different. Because when she looks around, Alex realizes she's standing over the elevated plateau, tied to the waist and leaning all her weight against a sturdy piece of rock.

Looking at her from below is Gabe. Lying on the cold ground. A cheesy smile spread across his face.

"Why are we switched?" Alex asks because that's all she can think of asking, as she stares at the rope that anchored her to the ground... to Gabe.

"Beats me. This is all your brain, not mine." He says, and Alex huffs in annoyance, "you know what's going to happen, but you keep coming here."

"I don't have a choice."

"Hmmm..." Gabe hums, but there's some humor in his expression as he stares intently back at her, "and that's exactly why... I'm here because I should say goodbye."

A coldness spreads over Alex's limbs. Around her, the very fabric of the dream dims into darkness as a strong breeze blows past them. She suddenly feels like throwing up.

"What- what does that mean?" It's a stupid question. This is her dream. Alex knows what it means.

Deep down, she knew she'd been conjuring him up for her own sake. Trying to bring back any morsel of relief into the giant hole he'd left inside her heart. However, Alex also knew at some point he'd be gone- she just didn't expect-

"You don't need me anymore, Alex." He says. As if it's that simple. As if she'd ever-

"I'll always need you, Gabe. Of course I need you." The words stumble out of her mouth, and she can feel the hot, angry tears falling down her face.

It feels like a hot iron pressed to the very top of her chest.

Like lava, boiling up into her bloodstream until Alex wants to punch something. The steam that prickles from under her skin, fighting to break free.

Anger always comes first when people feel cornered. It's something she noticed a while back. Out of all the emotions Alex had dealt with the past few months, that, at least, hadn't changed.

"Shit, Gabe. When you died I needed you more than ever."

"But we can't fix that, can we?" He asks, and another wave of anger rips through her. She looks anywhere but him, because Alex feels that if she does, she'll tackle and kill him all over again. But when he says nothing and they're left in the same pocket of silence - the one right before the whole world collapsed - her eyes eventually fall back to her brother. Tied to her and laid on the ground beneath. Looking at her like just as much the goofy asshole she missed so much.

Anger always felt urgent and fast, like a flash going through her body and leaving everything inside it in disarray. It demanded to be completely felt, but only for the moment it took for Alex to decide it wasn't worth launching the nearest object at a window.

Or trying to kill her dead brother.

"You might have needed Gabe. But you don't need this Gabe anymore, Alex. You can do it on your own now."

The fear and sadness that came after? They were usually much, much worse.

"But this is the only Gabe I have."

Those emotions, when mixed, turned into a horrible harmony that paralyzed her lungs and darkened the sides of her vision. They felt just as urgent as anger, but complacent. A beast staring at her from the very bottom of a pit. Tied to her by the waist and trying to lure her down into the abyss.

And, for Alex, the abyss was as deep as a ventilation shaft for a Colorado mining site.

"No, it's not. You'll always have me, Alex. And you know that." Not in the way that matters. Alex wants to say, but it's so redundant. He's the ghost. He should already know that. "And you have Ryan now, and Eleanor, Riley, Charlotte, Ethan... Steph..." he gives her a cheesy smile in the last name, wiggling his eyebrows back at her teasingly.

"Oh, God, way to ruin the moment." Alex can't help but chuckle a little through her tears. Is she blushing? You can't blame her for blushing, right? God, she feels like Diane.

"Hey. Let me have it. One of my only regrets is that I never got to tease the hell out of Steph for dating my little sister... and for being whipped as hell."

"That would have been so funny."

"I knew she'd get along with you but I guess I didn't expect... that. Shame on me. Should've had more artistic vision."

Alex chuckles as more tears run down her face. It's so bittersweet it hurts from the very inside of herself.

"All jokes aside. I'm glad you have her, and that she has you. She's good. Just make sure you tell her I'll haunt her from the grave if her dumb ass breaks your heart, okay?" Alex nods, and her body starts shaking with strangled sobs. So much emotion she just can't let go of. Because if she does, Alex is afraid there'll be nothing left.

"Hey. Don't cry. You can do this, Alex. You know how to live life now."

"I don't want to lose you again, Gabe."

"You'll never lose me. You'll just have to look a little harder." He smiles up at her, pulling jokingly on the rope, "now play your part - or is it my part? You get it."

And then- too soon. (Same as it was that night.) The sirens blast through the mountains, and somewhere above them, a giant explosion blows her eardrums, and boulders the size of cars come tumbling down the mountain.

She barely has time to blink. Barely has time to breathe one last time. Seen as she's Gabe, when she looks up all she sees is the giant rock, flying towards her, hitting her across the torso so hard, before she knows, she's flying way above the ravine, and one last glimpse of the stars catches hold over the veil of her memory before everything turns black.

****

She wakes up in bed, desperately clawing at the top of her chest as she gasps for air. Her lungs feel like they're made of lead, and all around her, she can feel the weight of the rocks, the explosion, the debris, weighing down her body.

Alex pats across the mattress for Steph, who is not there. Another wave of panic washes over her. So strong her mouth turns dry and her head aches as she tries to breathe in, but her lungs can only handle tiny, torturous gasps of half-breath.

Alex dispels a world of curses towards herself inside. Willing her own body to just calm down. In the bathroom, she can hear Steph singing softly to herself- she must have come home late from the DND tournament. Alex told her she'd swing by, but she'd had a long shift and ended up just passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Alex hadn't had an incident like this in very long. She could control it now. Most times. It wasn't easy, with being on the road and constantly surrounded by people. Sometimes, she still got more than she could bargain. When she walked across a depressed person on the sidewalk, or heard one of their multiple neighbors yelling at each other through the walls, and suddenly she felt as if the world blended out of focus into a tsunami of feeling.

Feeling that wasn't hers but still felt so much like it was.

Steph helped whenever it happened. For a sarcastic punk rock mess, she was surprisingly stable and so very reassuring.

Just the fact that she can hear her voice. That Steph is there in the apartment with her, is enough to calm some of her nerves, and while Alex still can't keep herself from pulling in gasps of air as she tries to hold in any kind of oxygen, she at least has a plan.

Water. Water will make her feel better, right?

Almost as soon as the idea crosses her mind, Alex's half-delirious brain commands her to get up, but her body feels so very heavy. Like she's really been trampled over by a wave of giant boulders. And as soon as her feet touch the ground, her legs give up under the weight, and she falls onto the hard floor with a loud, heavy thud.

The girl's hands fly up to hold her weight against the bed, and thankfully that means she doesn't face plant the ground, but it sends her heart into a neck-breaking pace, and all air Alex'd been able to gather so far escapes her in a single huff until she's hyperventilating again, hot, angry tears running down her face.

You're so weak. You're such a fucking idiot. Of course, you had to go and lose Gabe twice, who the fuck would want to stay with such a mess-

"Alex, are you okay?" Steph's voice comes, as she opens the door to find her girlfriend sitting on the ground, looking like she might pass out from just trying to get her lungs to work, "Alex!"

In a second she's crossed their room and kneeled by her, both hands going up to her cheeks on instinct, smearing away her tears.

"Breathe with me, okay? We've done this before, you can do it." She always gets just a tiny bit of a scared aura around her when Alex gets like this, never for long enough that she can read it, but it's still there, the tiny flutter of fear, "come on, breathe."

Her eyes go up to find Steph's, her strong, glittering green gaze. Alex might be the one with superpowers, but it was Steph who could so easily reach in and soften her edges like it was nothing. It was Steph who could just lean in and hold Alex's hand against her chest, letting her feel the determined rise of her lungs. Strong. Stable. Even Alex couldn't possibly understand how she did that.

How she always made Alex's breathing slowly come to shaky, deep breaths, crawling painfully out of her dry throat, but still better than gasping like a fish. Inside her, Alex feels the furious hurricane of emotion, twisting itself into the bottom of her lungs, taking hold of every bit of her until she felt like she could throw up.

"Wait here, I'll get you water," Steph says, and Alex wants to complain, she doesn't want to be alone, even for a second.

But before she can, Steph has left their bedroom for the kitchen, and Alex feels as if she's stable enough to crawl into bed, so she does so at a glacial pace. She grabs Shu-Shu, holding her close to her chest as she sits and waits for Steph.

She eventually comes back in with a glass full and Alex gulps it down in silence, unsure if whatever dam of emotion that has taken place inside of her will break if she tries to speak. So she sets the glass back and lies her head down on the pillow, facing away from Steph and the rest of the room as she tries to reel herself back in.

She can hear Steph taking off her boots and climbing into bed, one arm winding around her waist as she pulls Alex in closer.

"Was it the lady from upstairs?" Steph asks, eventually, after they sit in a few long minutes of silence.

"No." She replies, and it comes out so strangled, so broken, a few more tears run down her face. Steph pulls her even closer, a tight, steady pressure.

"The couple again? I swear to God I'll call the police on that asshole this time."

"No." Alex says, and she detaches herself from Steph just enough so she can turn around and look at her, "I had a dream about Gabe." Simply saying his name makes her whole body shake. Steph is looking at her so intensely, Alex has to close her eyes, holding on to the fabric of her shirt with all she had not to explode in whatever terrifying, dizzying bomb of emotion she could feel brewing inside herself.

Alex felt so much from other people it overwhelmed her multiple times a day, and even then, it was nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to how much sheer strength it took from her not to let it blow.

It scared her. More than anything.

"He wanted to say goodbye." She says eventually, "it was- I don't know. This- I- this isn't coming from anyone- How do I get rid of it? It's like it's all inside of me and it's taking up so much space and I don't know how to fix it" The words come tumbling out before she can stop them, and she's rambling through tears.

Steph sighs. And Alex can feel the love and sadness mixed together, blowing from her in waves as she holds Alex's chin, bringing her up so they can look at each other.

"Baby..." there are tears in her eyes now, as she pulls her closer until their foreheads are touching, and they are so close Alex can smell her lemongrass shampoo, "This is all yours."

And such simple words shouldn't hit her this fucking hard.

But it all suddenly makes so much sense-

Alex was numb after her dad left. She felt nothing for months. It was one of the most terrifying feelings in the world, a deep and powerful depression that threatened to overtake her at any given point.

Like her whole body was nothing but dead weight and her brain was way too tired to even try and keep up.

Young as she was, Alex guesses she never realized the first time she felt anything at all after that was when she discovered her powers. The day a boy came to the orphanage and he was so angry it blew her across the hallway. Ever since then, everything around her was a cacophony of feeling. Coming from every direction. Every street corner, every store, every park.

Every moment of her life since she was eleven, Alex could only feel for others.

"I- I forgot." She realizes, half surprise and half so much sadness another sob breaks through her throat.

Now it made sense, the anger, the sadness, the fear, a hurricane of emotion so very powerful it made her ears ring.

"I'm scared." She admits. Because for someone who had been so focused on learning how to exist among other people's feelings, Alex had no clue how to handle herself, "what do I do with all of this? How do I fix it?"

"Alex. Look at me." Steph brings her face upwards until they are so close, Alex can see the speckles of blue in her eyes, "Gabe died just four months ago, and you were there to see everything- then you got shot and thrown down God knows how many stories into a dark abyss that you somehow walked out of, but not before also finding out about your dad's tragic death - and I haven't seen you cry, actually cry, for yourself, even once."

"I- I can't, it's too much. I don't know how, Steph." Alex had learned her lesson. She'd seen her life as it was and survived it. Deep down she knew it wasn't her responsibility anymore - that it never was her responsibility, to begin with - to hold herself together for others. She knows.

But old habits die hard, and Alex guesses it'll take a while before she starts feeling it too.

Because right now, it still felt like the world might collapse if she wasn't there to hold it together.

"Just- give it to me. Everything you have, I can carry it for you." Steph says, with such determination, Alex actually believes her, but she takes her eyes away, trying to avoid the bubbling of tears threatening to jump out through her throat "Let it go, please, Alex. I can't watch you carry it alone anymore."

At that moment, Alex glances at her again, and there's so much pain, so much love in her eyes, that inside Alex, the dam finally breaks and she's choking on sobs. Tears start running down her cheeks as Steph leans in and pulls her closer, one arm around her shoulder and one on her hip, squeezing tight in reassurance.

If she didn't know better, Alex would've guessed Steph was the one with the superpowers, with the way she coaxes wave after wave of emotion out of her with nothing but her steady presence and quick, light kisses she leaves on Alex's head and hair as she holds on to her shirt for dear life.

It overwhelmed her more than anything she'd experienced so far, and for what feels like hours, she just sobs as Steph holds her.

She cries for her mom. Dead before her time, trying to hold them together to the very end. She cries for her dad, dying a slow death deep underground, a picture of the two children he'd never see again dangling around his neck. She cries for Gabe, for the time they'd never have, for the time they did have.

Above all, for the first time, Alex cried for herself. For being the last out of all of them. For the little girl that had to love and lose every single one of them in succession.

And in the middle of all of it, like a speckle of golden light hidden under all the darkness, for the first time, she feels that it could all start to feel alright.

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History. With Jon Stone. Alex's brows furrowed, his eyes searching Andy up and down as if that alone might give him an answer. Rabbit had never mentioned an Andy Campbell growing up with him. There was a hot, agitated feeling in his chest at the implication that there was something he didn't know. He knew Rabbit better than anyone, he was certain of that. He knew when he lied and when he told the truth. He knew he'd been lying that last time they spoke.

At least, he'd thought he did. Heart in his throat, Alex followed him to the couch to sit, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He tried to keep his expression still while he listened, but it was hard when his pulse was beginning to pick up speed. Obsessed. He was, but no one needed to know that. He knew what the tabloids said and those were easily brushed off, but they weren't wholly lies, and hearing someone say it to his face made the back of his neck itch. Yes, he was trying to speak to Jack, but no one on earth needed to know why. They could make their assumptions well enough, and the easiest to make was that he was just crazy. He was angry, and hurt, and he wanted answers.

Well, he supposed that part was true, too. Only for the wrong reasons.

Andy was clearly struggling. He wasn't giving much away, much to Alex's frustration, but what was there was fascinating. He'd known Rabbit. And from the way he spoke, he knew a version of him that Alex hadn't known anyone else did. It rankled him as much as it caught his rapt attention. His frown deepened at the question and he seemed to consider it for a moment. "..That's what they're saying on the news," he said finally, wondering how Andy would take that. As a joke or a deflection? It was a little bit of both.

He sat up, his palms rubbing at his thighs. His expression was thoughtful as he searched Andy's eyes. "You.. almost sound sympathetic to him," he started, trying hard to gauge Andy's response. He'd always seemed to Alex like a bit of an ass kisser, and even if he didn't have enough face-to-face time with him to judge how true that was, he didn't want to risk missing a thing in his expression. This was important. Andy already knew far too much about him, it seemed, and Alex had himself and the details of Rabbit's life to protect. "Don't get me wrong, if you were his friend... sure. Makes sense. There's no wrong answers." There sort of was. "But I kinda wanna know if that sympthaty extends to the man he is now before I answer you."

"Alex?" Steph stood at his door, having just barely cracked it open to peer inside. He was lying in his bed with that dog he'd gone and adopted, her head cuddled to his chest while he fondly scratched at her ears. Some of his clothing was scattered around the room, half-packed for the trip he planned to take to his mom's to get out of the city while there was still so much heat on the Jack Rabbit story. There was a wariness in his eyes when he looked up at her. She hated to bother him. "Um. There's someone here for you."

His eyes narrowed. Alex pushed himself up, though one of his hands still scratched at Baby. "I told you not to talk to anyone. And I'm not saying shit to any kind of press."

"That's the thing," she replied. "He's not a reporter."

"Reporters lie, Steph." He frowned at her. "Tell him to go away."

"I can pretty well verify he's not a reporter." Stephanie crossed her arms. "He's like a.. baseball player, or something. Or he used to be. I think I've seen him when I visit the schools." Alex's frown turned more confused, but before he could talk, she cut him off. "Look, I've gotta get to work. If he's some.. creep, I'll kick him out, but I can't just leave him standing at the door. And it's just.. weird, so I thought-"

"Okay, fine. I'll.. look, I guess." Alex nudged Baby so she'd move. The dog let out a whine of protest, but complied when he gave her another small nudge. She didn't go far from his side as he moved out of his room and stared down the hall towards the front door. There, standing just inside, was a face that he almost didn't recognize. They'd only met the once, and sure, he'd caught a couple of the games, but.. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He called out, lacking in anger but full of a kind of bewilderment. Alex marched down the hall and stopped a few feet away from him. He'd changed his mind by that point. There wasn't any reasonto entertain this, whatever it was. "Listen, man, I'm not taking visitors."

@smallvillecrows

[sugar-spice-and-pretty-men]

Sandman ep 3+4 impressions - Joanna Constantine was surprisingly cooperative. When she pointedly told Morpheus to fuck off and only cared about her job I thought we’d spend the whole episode playing bullshit game to get her to help, but she actually didn’t mind lending him a hand, which was a breath of fresh air after the first ep where 90% of people involved refused to compromise whatsoever. Granted she only wanted to get rid of the nightmare and did try to slip away, but overall that went well enough. - Matthew my dude, the reason why she got away was because you distracted Morpheus! Speaking of which, Matthew was a human who died and the next thing he knew, he was a raven. Dude sure took it in stride, just shrugged it off and went on with his new job. - Poor Rachel falling in love with the wrong person and suffered terribly for it. Still, 6 months and no one went to check on her?? Where the heck were her friends and family?! - Now I know why Morpheus was stuck in the basement for a decade, it has been 10000 years and he still hasn’t forgiven Nada, dude’s just petty as fuck. Then again Gods and the Divines in mythologies are rarely known for being forgiving lol. Really curious what happened between them though. - Morpheus owe both Lucienne and Matthew a heartfelt thank for looking after his ass. - I thought Morpheus was going to get his ass kicked by Lucifer, but then they started playing a game of who is stronger Naruto vs Goku... - I feel like I missed something with the “hope” one, wouldn’t despair kill hope? Or did that not count because Despair is his sibling? Why did Lucifer look so shaken? I didn’t quite get that part. - I have seen Neil Gaiman hyped up Lucifer’s casting a lot, so I was looking forward to Lucifer’s performance but honestly I was disappointed. First of all the hairstyle they chose for her fucking sucked, her face was already so round and soft, so that puffy curly hair just made her look like a Karen. She didn’t look ethereal and threatening at all, she looked like a childish middle-aged woman ready to throw a tantrum. The only thing I liked about her was her height, I liked how they used the camera angle to show her dwarfing over Morpheus, that was cool. Also her outfits were dope. - Rosemary my dear, showing too much kindness to the wrong person will only result in disaster. That amulet John gave you, please for the love of all good thing in the world, throw it into a fucking lake or something. That will only cause trouble, you don’t want to accidentally have some people fucking explode while defending yourself. At least she’s alive though, god I was afraid she was gonna die. - Ethel was a great character, I feel conflicted about her. She genuinely loved her son but she was also a terrible mother, she accidentally created a monster and didn’t know how to deal with it. - If I understood it right, Ethel was 116 years old when she died, she had John when she was fairly young, like when she was 20-ish? So John must be around 90 years old? Wait that doesn’t feel right, he’s too mobile and clear-minded for a 90 years old. He seems more like 70-ish to me. But let’s say he’s 90yrs old and was kept fairly young because of magic or whatever, he said he had been locked up for 30 years. So he stole the ruby and made a mess at... 60 yrs old...? Like really? Rebellion at the retire age...? - The timeline is kinda fucked, like Morpheus said he was imprisoned for a decade, but Alex already looked like 8-9 yrs old when Morpheus got caught. How the fuck did both Alex and Paul come to be in such great shape at like 110 years old?? As far as I know they had no magic shit lying around because Ethel stole them already, and Alex wasn’t really taught magic by his father. So what the heck? It’s especially confusing when you consider how Alex wasn’t that much younger than Ethel. He was already like a late teenager when they met, and Ethel was like only a few years older than him. Without the Amulet of Protection, Ethel crumbled to death, but Alex was healthy enough to be able to stand and walk a little by himself. The characters’ age is kind of a fuckery. I should have paid more attention to the date but I’m also not sure if that would helped lol.

[chanandlersstuff]

Sunrise // 26

Author’s note: It seems like it took me forever to update, I'm really sorry because all of you deserved to continue reading the story so I'm doing my best to deliver that. I'm going through writer's block at the moment, so all ideas al welcome. Thank you so much for the patience. Hope you like it and have an amazing day.

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As Daniel had promised her, they didn’t leave the room for an entire day. The moment he opened the door from his hotel room and Tes was standing there, with a smile on her lips, he threw her on his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. Their laughter filled the room. It was a new day and Daniel was lying on top of Tes, his head on her stomach and her fingers massaging his scalp, his body between her legs and his hands running up and down her legs. They had their eyes closed, enjoying the sunlight entering from the window, the peaceful moment was disturbed when someone knocked on the door. Daniel groaned a little but untangled himself from her and got up from the bed. -It must be the room service.

Tes nodded with her head and turned around in the bed stretching her sore muscles, her bones cracking in the process. She smiled still feeling the ghost of his hands were all over her body that hours prior were grabbing, slapping and kissing her skin, she remember how he whispered the sweetest words while he fucked her relentlessly, the way he manuber her in diferent positions, his facil expresitions while she was on top, the tasted of his kisses and the taste of him. Tes was literally and figuratively fucked.

Daniel entered the room to let her know the table was all set and found her stretched diagonally in the bed, her t-shirt, that before was his, all rolled up letting him with the perfect view of her hip bones and the little mark of his teeth there. He grabbed her from her ankles and tossed them, making her yelp. -Come on gorgeous, time to recharge energy.- Tes got up facing him and hugged his neck, leant closer and pecked his lips. As a natural response Daniel’s hand flew to her ass and pulled her closer.

They spent the day together until it was time for Daniel to get back to real life and started to prepare for the last race of the season. He had to train and film a couple of videos for the sponsors. The last tasks of the year until a couple of months. He was counting down the days until his mandatory quarantine finished and that meant that he could see his family, on the other hand she was enjoying her days with him until he had to fly to Australia.

Daniel offered the boys the opportunity to hop on the car next to Pato for a quick fast drive in the track and of course they said yes in a blink of an eye. He offered the same to her but he already knew that answer was no. Reasons? 1, she was not going to hop on a car for a very quick ride with someone who wasn’t Daniel and 2, it wasn’t her scene to drive fast cars anymore. Now she enjoyed relaxing with her Danny and singing from the tops of their lungs, simple things that made life simpler. Alex took a lot of pictures of the new livery of the car while the mechanics were preparing the car and Xander got to ride a bike around the track with Michael.

The race days arrived and she accompanied him to the track. The same routine from the other race she attended to, chatted a little with the people she bumped into, watched everything from the TVs on the garage next to Michael and Blake, this time her boys were with her. The little kisses when he hopped off the car after practises and qualys were always there, as well as their little “ritual” of touching her forehead against his helmet before the race started. The tension was palpable all the race, her nerves were eating her alive and she didn’t even race nor was the girlfriend of the two drivers competing for the title. She witnessed how Dan’s car was behind all the mess, the screams over the radio, the fans getting crazy, she saw everything. She shared astonishing looks with the guys. Everything was wild.

She shared a cute fast kisses with Dan in the garage before he left to do the interviews and everything. She accompanied Alex and Xander to the podium ceremony. Alex took photos every second while Xander chatted with some guys next to him, Tes waved at Kelly when she saw her. When they were walking to the facility, some people asked her for photos on the way there and she politely said yes, some of them even chit-chatted with her. They were sitting around a table inside the facility, where the guests were, discussing the events of the night when a group of people approached them. They were Lando’s friends, they were sweet and funny. They sat with them and shared their experiences from the weekend, while they were having fun Lando and Daniel were filming the last McLaren Unboxed of the year. At some point she locked eyes with Daniel and smiled at him, he tapped his foot on the floor anxiously containing the need to kiss her.

After congratulating Max they walked out of the paddock, hand in hand. Talking with their friends. On their way to a romantic dinner date they went to Max’s party and congratulated him again, not that he remembered it because he was drunk on his ass. The restaurant was beautiful and peaceful and over a glass of wine Tes fell more in love with Daniel. They were going to spend a day on the beach and then he was going to catch his fly to his family. Daniel was over the moon with the idea of seeing his family again and his friends again, Tes was happy only by seeing him so happy about it. They ended their dinner, finished their glasses of wine and went back to their hotel room. Tes changed for one of his shirts, let her hair fall and walked barefoot while Daniel ordered something sweet and a little cup of coffee for her because he knew that she liked having that before going to bed. She waited for him on the balcony and when he sat on one of the chairs there she sat on his lap. His hand secured on her back playing with the ends of her hair, her legs on the right armrest and hands in his neck. They didn’t need to talk at all, the presence of the other was all that was necessary, the moment the room service knocked at the door Tes went to open it and took everything to the balcony. When she was about to sit in another chair, Daniel pulled her to his lap again.

He kissed her skin, where his shirt didn’t cover. -End of the season, now the holidays await for us.

-True.- She nodded her head. -That means that we met like six months ago.- She caressed his beard and he nodded. -That was a very good thing.- She pecked his lips.

-The best thing.- He put his hand on her neck to deepen the kiss.

The next day, as they had planned, the love birds and their friends spent the entire day at the beach. The bumped into another driver and his family, the Vettels, and the boys played some soccer while Tes and Hanna talked to each other. Sebastian watched Daniel admiring Tes from where he was standing, how she talked calming with Hanna while her little girl played with Tes’ hair, the Vettels had the front row of the lovesick looks and little smiles those two gave each other every five minutes. In the span of the day they had a couple of cocktails, took a nap, tanned, walked through the shore for a little while and Daniel dragged Tes to the water more times than she would like. When they went back to the hotel the only thing that Tes wanted was to sleep for two days straight but being with Daniel meant that there were a few lazy days but how Daniel could take her out the bed while she looked so freaking cute being all curled up in the middle of the bed? With a kiss on the forehead he said goodbye to her and went to the bar of the hotel to have one last drink with the boys, after all the next day they had to fly back to Australia and they were celebrating that. Tes didn’t know at what hour he was back but she knew that he was back because his arms brought her closer to his chest and his lips made contact with the space between her ear and her neck and she finally drifted into a good night of sleep while being embraced by him.

The final day of their little bubble daydream. All they wanted was for the hours to pass as slowly as possible. Yes, Dan wanted to see his family again but at the same time he wanted to be with her too. He was going to Australia while she was going back to Monaco, and they didn't know when they were going to see each other again in person. But all that mattered to Tes in the moment she opened her eyes was how the hell she was going to escape Daniel’s arms. He was hugging her like his life depended on it and after a couple of tries she finally did it. Tes was showering in peace when his hands started roaming all over her body. The trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck gave her goosebumps making him laugh.

-Last day together and I woke up to an empty bed. That broke my heart, gorgeous.- Daniel was delivering kisses all over her neck and shoulders.

She was trying to bite back the moans. -Sorry handsome, I was going to head back to bed when I finished here.

-Mhm.- Daniel’s hands were tracing her figure, from the sides of her breasts to the side of the middle of her thighs. -I could think of one or two things to mend my broken heart.- She felt him hard in her back.

A little giggle escaped her lips and he pulled her closer to him. Back to chest. Heavy breathing in her neck. His beard tickled her. -Count me in, Danny.

With those simple words he spun her and kissed her hungrily. Water falling on them. Her leg around his waist and his hand gripping on it so hard that it would leave a mark for sure. Kissed from her lips to the valley of her breast, leaving hickeys on the way. Her nails digging in his back, the mark of her pointy nails as a reminder for the next few days. He pounded into her as if that was his only mission in life. She kissed his sweet spot in his neck. Bite his earlobe and moaned in his ear for him to go harder. As if their body was one they came together, moaned with their lips brushing each other. Eyes filled with lust and adoration.

-Round one done baby.- He said cheeky but she raised an eyebrow. -This is a multiple round situation, gorgeous.- Daniel pecked her lips, lifted her by her legs and carried her to the bed. Wet and all they didn’t gave a fuck, if they cound’t make the time go slower they were going to fuck it away.

Christmas Day.

Daniel was drying his hair with a towel when he saw a package in his bed that wasn’t there when he went to take a shower. -¡MIKE!- He walked out of the hotel room with the package in hand. The named looked up from his phone to him. -You know something about this?

-Yeah. It came for you when you were showering. It’s from Monaco so I assumed it was from Lover Girl and that means it’s for you.- Daniel moved the package and saw that his friend was right and it had the address from Tes’ house.

-You are right. Thanks mate.- Mike nodded with his head and Daniel went back to his room.

He finished changing and decided to open the package. Tes didn’t tell him anything about it so it must be a surprise. When he opened it, there was one of his new hoodies, from his line of clothes, or that was what he thought. This one in particular was black, with a white rose in the middle, with something embroidered near the left sleeve cuff and in the back it had the characteristic RIC3 but below it it had something else embroidered. He took it out of the box and looked closely. The first thing he noticed was that it was impregnated with her scent, he smiled to himself. The embroidery on the cuff said “And suddenly all the songs were about you”, he traced it with his fingers looking at the words. He could bet that it was her letter, the one that was embroidered. He turned it around and saw that below the RIC3 it said “wildflower”. What did that mean? He had no idea, but he liked it. Carefully, as if it were a work of art, he folded it and placed it in the bed. Inside the box was an envelope with his name on it.

Danny:

Happy Christmas Handsome. I hope you are having a great curentine day or at least giving the situation. I know what you are thinking. Yes, it’s almost the same hoodie you made but it has a couple of changes but I’m sure you already saw that. Also yes, it’s my letter. As you can see I wanted for you to have a piece of clothes of your own but that also has your essence, so it copied yours. Buhu, sue me pretty boy. I dare you. Yes, I poured all those liters of perfume on the hoodie just like you did all those months ago. No, I’m not going to tell you what “wildflower” means. Suck it up, handsome. All the other things that embroidered you already know what they mean.

I have another gift for you. Yeah yeah I know that I didn’t have to because I already gave you the plane tickets but shush it, I wanted to do it and I did it. Back to where I was. The other gift. In all these months knowing you, you showed me how big the music world is. And that’s a lot coming from someone who does music for a living. There are a lot of things that make me fall in love with you, one of those it’s how we bond over music, how we could sit in silence for hours only listening to music, how that’s my comfort place. Another thing it’s that I’m always learning something new from you, the philosophy you have for living and how you approach whatever life throws at you. God this is a love letter and a really sappy one. Sorry, that was not the intention. I ramble even in letters. Going back on my words. Music and you. One of the things I know and wanted to share with you, not that I don’t want to share things with you but you get it, it’s this.

I don’t know if you know but, making a playlist is a very delicate art. It’s like writing a love letter, but in a much better way. Cause you get to say what you want to say without actually saying it and that's perfect for the people like me, who don’t know how to express their feelings even if their lives depend on it or they have to be a little drunk to confess it. You get to use someone else’s poetry to express how you feel. Normally it has to have rules but we aren’t going to that, so that doesn’t really matter. Just like one of my favourite songs says, feelings are intense and the words are trivial. Pleasures remain, so does the pain. Words are meaningless and forgettable. Words are very unnecessary. So I said let’s enjoy the silence together and let the poetry of others say all the things we can’t. So that’s my gift for you, a playlist with all the songs that remind me of you, that expressed how you make me feel. It has a start but I really wish with every fibre in my body that it continues for a long time.

Suck to be me in this moment because all this left me in my feelings and now I really need a hug from you but you are at the other side of the ocean. Plus, somewhere in that box is a photo of me being cute. Forget all the rambling from above, the photo it’s my real gift.

Kisses, my love.

Gorgeous.

Daniel folded the letter and he was grinning like an idiot. He was wiped, he was madly in love with her. He wanted to pick up the next plane and fly to her house only to kiss her. He searched for the photo in the box and he found it. She was the most beautiful woman he laid his eyes on. Smiling, he grabbed a pen and wrote “My Gorgeous” on the back of it and put it in his wallet. If it wasn't for the forsaken hot weather in Australia he would be using the hoodie she gifted him.

He facetimed her to thank her for the present. She was still in bed and it was as clear as the day that he woke her up. The way she blushed the second he said the word present was the cutest, as it was expected, she tried to play as if the present was nothing, as if it wasn’t the sweetest most loving thing someone had done for him. Secretly he was a sucker for lover letters and hoped to receive more, but only from her. They talked about Christmas night and how Dan and the boys were trying to kill time to make the mandatory quarantine pass faster. She spent it in Monaco with Hope and her family, Alex and Xander were with their respectives families, and the second the lovely old lady heard his name escaped Tes’ lips she rushed to her and talked to the boy. Hope cares for them as if they were their own children, and even if she didn’t tell him recently she was forever grateful to him for making Tes happy. After all what she said all those months ago -with the right kind of love and tenderness she will be okay- was true. Hope was there when she arrived for the first time to the clinic, all bitter and being a bitch, and saw her transformation into the woman she was today. It wasn’t all thanks to Daniel, but he helped her trust and open her heart again. She was happy, he was happy and that was what mattered the most to Hope. They spent a couple of hours talking. He promised Hope that the moment he was back in Monaco they would go to have lunch at some place and spend time with three of them together.

New Years.

The mandatory quarantine was over for Daniel and he was finally with his family. Tes on the other hand had been invited to sing a few songs at the Miley and Pete New Years Eve Party and she was back in LA, her friends with her. It was a surprise so nobody knew that she was one of the special guests. Miley and her were friends since they were little, thanks to their fathers being friends. So when her phone rang and it was her calling, she immediately picked up. Both of them went through a rough patch so neither of them hold grudges when neither of them communicate with the other in the last two years. Tes told her that she had no new songs or even a melody to contribute to her show but the blonde woman said that there were plenty of old songs of her and of other people to sing, that she only wanted to be on the same stage with her.

A couple of minutes before the show began Tes texted him to put the BBC channel for a surprised and indeed it was a surprised to see Tes up in the stage singing “Party In The USA” with Miley Cyrus, followed by “Old Town Road” with Billy Ray Cyrus and to put a red big ribbon on top she sang “Blak Dog” by Led Zeppelin with Xander. Daniel’s heart burst with happiness seeing her so happy, smiling and jumping on the stage, hugging at everyone. Being on a stage, singing and having the time of her life was definitely her place in the world. He was so immersed watching her that he didn’t see his family standing behind him watching the TV too. Her mother smiled even more when she saw the smile on her son's face. With sweaty palms he texted her, “Your talent never ceases to amaze me, gorgeous. You are extraordinary.” On the other side of the world Tes’ eyes were full of tears thanks to her lover text, wishing she could kiss his lips for the midnight kiss but the nineteen hours of difference and the, god knows how many miles, between each other make it impossible.

She received the new year with open arms, surrounded with her two boys, her brothers from other mothers, her only long time female friend, and for the first time in years with happiness in her mended heart. Yes, maybe Daniel wasn’t with her there but she felt him with her, he made sure of that. For the first time in years, she wanted to see what the world had to give her and she felt ready to overcome whatever it threw at her.

The Next Day

Tes and Daniel were facetiming, he in the comfort of his farm with his family and she was on the couch having breakfast with the sun caressing her skin. Her friends were sleeping like dead thanks to the party from the other day.

D: I know I already said this multiple times but you were amazing last night. I really wanted to be there with you.

His sweet words made her blush. -I know Danny but you were with your family, besides there will be plenty of time where you can come to one of my shows or I can give you a private show you know.- He tilted his head back laughing. His laugh was music to her ears, at that point it was a reflex of her to smile every time he did.

D: I will take your offer but for now tell me how you felt being up there again.

T: It was amazing. At first I wasn’t sure but Miley talked my ear off so I ended up accepting. She is like family so I had a wonderful time. The boys are here too and you know who else is here?- He shook his head. -Caroline.

D: Who?- He was frowning and Tes rolled her eyes.

T: You know Caroline. Blonde, nice, blue eyes, a little taller than me.- He shook his head again. -We met her at that bar when you lost me on my birthday.- Daniel nodded understandingly.

D: Correction, I didn’t lose you. You lost yourself and then I found you. But yes, I know who she is.- Tes rolled her eyes again. -Hey hey missy, don’t roll your eyes at me.- Tes almost choked on her coffee and blushed.

T: Sorry.- She whispered and before Daniel answered his typical “good girl” she skope again. -Back to what I was saying. Caroline is here and Xander’s girl too, Anna is her name.- He was nodding at her words. -Both of them are really pretty and nice. What about you?

D: My mum says I’m pretty and nice too, thank you very much.- They laughed.

T: I’m sure your mum told you that and she’s not wrong at all.- He gave her a big smile with close eyes and wrinkles forming in the corner of his eyes.

-What am I not wrong about?- The voice of a woman, probably his mother, could be heard in the background. Daniel looked at Tes and she had her eyes opened big and the cup in her hand was frozen in the way to her lips. He smiled mischievously and looked beyond his phone. -I was telling Tes here that you say I’m pretty and nice and she said that you are not wrong at all.- Daniel watched how her mother looked excited at his phone and started walking towards him.

-Oh you are talking to her?- Tes watched how Daniel nodded and she started to panic. With the few seconds she had she sat straight and tried to arrange her hair the most she could. -Let me see her.- He was watching attentively at her, he wasn’t going to deny that watching his mum interact with her made his heart skip a few beats but he wasn't going to make Tes pass a bad or stressful moment if she didn’t want to. So before focusing the phone to his mum he looked back at her, they communicated with their eyes. The non-verbally question was asked “Are you sure?” and she blinked slowly, clearing him of doubts. His mum was smiling brightly, just like he did moments prior. -Hi honey.

T: Hi Ms Ricciardo.- Daniel could die on the spot, the sweet but timid smile Tes gave his mum was the most beautiful thing he saw.

G: None of that honey, call me Grace.- Tes smiled. -Let me tell you something honey.- Tes nodded and leant closer to the phone, Daniel bit his lip to not laugh. -You were extraordinary yesterday, you have an amazing talent.

Her words made her blush like crazy. -Thank you very much Ms Ri- Grace raised a brow and Tes rushed her words. -Grace, thank you very much Grace.- This time Daniel couldn't contain his laughter but his mom elbowed him in the chest to shut him up.

G: How did you spend New Year's Eve, honey?- Grace was sitting next to her son with all her attention on the girl on the screen.

T: Great, surrounded by friends and feeling loved.- Grace nodded satisfied. -What about you? Did Daniel do something embarrassing?

D: Hey!- Both women looked at him with an eyebrow raised and he shut up. Tes gave him a mischievous look and while Grace was looking at him she stuck out her tongue mocking him.

G: I’m not going to embarrass my son in front of the girl he likes.- Daniel nodded proudly at his mum's answer while Tes blushed, again, at the statement. -But, I’m going to say that he had maybe a couple too many drinks and ended up asleep in the garden in a beach chair with his mouth open.

D: MUM!- He tried to protest but Tes' laughs cut him short. Her head was tilted to the front, her hair falling and her smile was in full display. Her laugh was so contagious that his mum was laughing too. Daniel looked at both of them and smiled happily.

G: It’s true honey. If she is going to stick with you she has to know where she’s getting into.- Tes nodded proving her right.

D: I know mum but you have to give me a few more months until she falls completely in love with me for you to start telling all my embarrassing stories otherwise she is going to run for the hills.

Grace held her hands up. -Sorry honey.- Tes laughed. -I will save all of those for when I meet you personally. Which I hope is soon.

T: I’m looking forward to it, Grace.- Grace nodded.

G: Great. It was a pleasure to talk to you honey but now I’m gonna go before your lover here dies from embarrassment.- Tes nodded.

T: The pleasure was all mine.- Grace waved at her and Tes smiled. She stood up and got away from the phone but not after whispering a little too loud “She is very beutiful, Dan”

D: I know Ma.- Tes hid her face in her arms and Dan laughed. -Don’t do that, you are beautiful, gorgeous.

They kept talking for so many hours that the sun was already setting in Australia so Daniel had an idea. -Gorgeous, you remember that I told you that the sunsets here, in my farm in Australia, beat the ass of the sunsets in my apartment in Monaco?

T: Yep.

D: Well, since you can’t be here right now we have to settle with this.- Daniel turned the camera of the phone and focused on the sunset in front of him. Tes gasped and got closer to the screen, a smile on her lips. -Beautiful isn’t it?- She nodded.

T: I normally miss you but gosh I really really miss you right now.- She was whispering, as if she was telling him a secret.

D: I miss you too gorgeous.

How Daniel wished he could pass his hand through the screen and caress her cheek, kiss her sweet lips and have her in his arms. Tes wasn’t a hugger, she wasn’t a person that could easily do displays of affection but she was all that with him. She can be the sweetest girl in the world just for him, she could give the biggest hugs just for him. Because she could be herself with him, she wanted to be the best version of herself with him.

[mystic-writings]

you’re my yellow | luke patterson

PAIRING — luke patterson x fem!reader

PROMPT — this tiktok

SUMMARY — alex and willie help you plan the best way to tell your best friend how you feel, but he confronts you first

WARNINGS — a tiny bit of angst, fluff, friends to lovers

WORD COUNT — 3,787

SONG USED — Yellow - Coldplay

NOTE — everyone in the fic is alive and never died! i based this off of a tik tok that i found a while ago and i kinda ran with the idea bc i thought it was really cute. 

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It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend your time scrolling through tiktok, often staying up until 2am watching the somehow addicting 15 second videos. In fact, it was because of the cursed app that you slept in and missed your first two classes.

You rushed to your locker, desperate to grab your books and make it to your third period before the warning bell rang. As you reached your locker, you came face to face with Luke Patterson, your long time best friend and personal pain in the ass.

“And where were you, Y/n?”

You rolled your eyes as you started opening the lock. “I was sleeping,”

“Did you spend all night on Tiktok again?” You could tell he wore a teasing smirk on his lips just by the way he talked, you didn’t even have to look at him.

“Of course I did, you know that. I sent you a few as well.”

“You shouldn’t spend all that time on Tiktok, N/n,” Luke chided playfully. “It’s bad for you.”

“It’s an app, how is it bad for me?” You looked up at Luke as you shut your locker door, watching as he opened his mouth but was interrupted by the warning bell for class. “C’mon, Luke. I don’t wanna be late for another class.”

Laughing, the brunette boy wrapped his arm around your shoulder and dragged you to your shared class, telling you about his night and things that you missed out on.

After all of your classes and an excruciating amount of homework, (especially since you had to do what you missed in your first two periods) you decided to give yourself a break.

You flopped down on your bed and opened your phone, heading straight for the one app that seemed to be taking control of your life recently, although you didn’t mind. After scrolling through a few videos, you checked the time and it was no longer 9:30pm as you previously thought, but 1:15am. ‘Just a couple more,’ You told yourself. ‘Just a few, then I’ll go to bed.’

Of course, you knew you were lying to yourself, you were just hoping you wouldn’t have a repeat of yesterday, but it was inevitable. You found yourself laughing at a video and sending it to Luke, who was definitely already asleep, and then scrolling. At first, it was just a blue screen and you were tempted to scroll past, but the words that popped up on the small screen along with the somber song caught your attention. (this tiktok)

One by one the two worded sentences filled the screen and you found yourself agreeing with each one absentmindedly. ‘He’s funny, he’s cute, he’s sweet, he’s thoughtful, he’s respectful, he’s caring, he’s gorgeous’

Within seconds, all of the words were wiped from the screen and replaced with ‘he’s perfect’ and you found yourself agreeing. That is, until another piece of text came up and you read it.

‘I didn’t say a name, but he popped into your head, didn’t he :/’

Your eyes went wide in shock when you realized what your brain was telling you. Immediately you closed your phone and put it on your chest, terrified. There was a moment, just a fraction of a second, when you were watching the video and your heart fluttered. Luke came to mind again, and you felt it again.

In a fit of denial, you opened your phone again and went to your messages, praying that Alex was awake texting Willie again so you could talk with him about your new situation and hopefully get a little closure.

‘you awake?’

Within seconds, the three moving dots popped up and Alex’s response came.

‘what’s up?’

‘i think i like luke’

‘congrats! you’re the last person on earth to find out’

‘what does that mean?’

‘literally any time someone looks at you you’re either with, talking about, or looking at luke. it’s not that hard to figure out, especially with the heart eyes you give each other’

You sighed and thought back to any time before now, before you realized how you really felt, and came to the conclusion that Alex, as per usual, was right.

‘okay, but what do i do about it?’

‘tell him’

‘are you crazy? he probably doesn’t even like me the same way, you know’

‘oh believe me, he does’

‘okay, fine, say he did like me back. how would i tell him?’

‘use your words’

‘oh haha’

You, Alex, and eventually Willie were in a group chat talking about how you felt and how you would tell Luke, if you ever got the confidence to say it out loud.

Within the following days, all you talked about with Alex and Willie was your situation. And in the process, accidentally began pushing Luke away in case he overheard you three or found out before he was meant to find out. But that wasn’t the only reason, either. He was the only thing on your mind now, and you were terrified you were going to slip up and ruin everything, or over analyze something he said or did and send yourself spiralling.

So, you did what someone in your position would do. You wrote. You wrote song lyrics like your life depended on it, and right now it felt like it did. You replaced the hours you spent scrolling through the app that dragged you into this mess with pouring over your song book, replacing words that felt wrong, writing and rewriting songs. By now you had three new songs, which is the most you’ve ever written in less than a week since the time you believed you had a crush on that senior when you were in 9th grade. Your tattered old songbook, covered in stickers and doodles with old, ink stained papers shoved messily between the covers never left your sights except for when you went to school, and almost every spare minute you had, your nose was buried in it and a pen was scratching furiously against the lined paper.

Willie and Alex were helping to distract you by getting the perfect plan together, telling you about things they considered and asking for your advice on it. There was an upcoming pep rally that Julie’s band was performing at, and they asked if you could perform as well, and the principal had no objections, so that’s what you were doing.

Normally, you would be too shy to play, but if that’s what it took for you to get up the courage to confess, then you would do it. You even already had a song chosen - you had it picked since the couple told you about the pep rally. It wasn’t one of your new songs, no. It was written after your first breakup, after Luke helped you through it and put you back together. You thought the song was written about your ex, but when you looked back, you knew, deep down, it was about Luke. It always was about Luke, really.

Every love song you wrote was about him, even if you couldn’t see it yourself at the time. It was funny, how the signs jump out at you when you see clearly. You could almost laugh. You would, if you weren’t so worried about your best friend rejecting you and ruining an almost 10-year-long friendship. But Willie and Alex assured you that it wouldn’t happen.

Speaking of your friend, you could feel his eyes on your back as you walked with Alex to your trigonometry class. “I feel bad for ignoring him, Alex.”

“I don’t know how to help you there, Y/n.” Alex shrugged, pulling a sympathetic look. “I know you don’t want to accidentally tell him anything, but he’s been moping around like a kicked puppy and complaining about it to me and Reggie constantly.”

“Really? A kicked puppy?”

“Yep. He’s even made this face a few times.” Alex’s face twisted into an exaggerated sad face, widening his eyes to make them look bigger and sadder. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“He doesn’t look like that,” you said, trying to calm your laughter.

“I assure you, Y/n, that’s exactly what he looks like.” You gave your friend a pointed look. “Okay, maybe not exactly like that, but something similar.”

You only sighed at the blonde and shook your head before looking behind you, spotting Luke and Reggie talking. Their science class was a few doors down from yours and Alex’s shared trigonometry class, so it wasn’t a surprise that they were walking behind you. But what did surprise you was the look that crossed Luke’s face when your eyes met. He did look like a kicked puppy.

You felt your heart clench in regret for pushing him away, but you could only tell yourself that you just had to wait until Friday. Just two more days, and you would either get your best friend back with something more, or lose him altogether. You prayed that it was the former.

Pacing, you walked around your room as you tried to find the perfect melody for your song. You sat down on your bed, grabbed your guitar and began to strum, playing what sounded best in your head. It sounded even better when you played it, making you smile. There was a knock on your window, causing you to stop and look up.

Luke was standing on the little roof below your window, knocking on it to ask if he could come in. You were shocked, to say the least, since Luke rarely ever came up this way. Putting your guitar back down, you stood and moved to the window, pushing it up and standing aside to let him in.

“Luke? What are you doing here-”

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

“What?” You asked, cursing yourself mentally.

“Y/n, for the past week you haven’t said a word to me! You haven’t sent me a text, called me, asked me for homework- hell, you haven’t even sent me a single tiktok! That’s not like you! Obviously you have no problem talking to Alex or Willie, so why are you ignoring me?”

Luke continued to ramble on, confused as to why you abruptly stopped talking to him. As you watched, you felt a smile growing on your lips as you said, “Luke, shut up.”

The boy continued talking, however, taking off his beanie and running a hand through his hair. A little louder, you said, “Luke, stop talking.”

“No! Y/n, you won’t talk to me, you’re always sneaking around with Willie and Alex, what the hell is going-”

You couldn’t help yourself. As Luke talked, you stepped closer to him and reached up to put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to press your lips to his. It effectively shut him up, and you got to kiss him, even if it was just once. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you wrapped your other arm around Luke’s neck, feeling his hands fall to your waist to pull you closer to him.

When you parted for air, you began to explain. “I was ignoring you because I like you, Luke. A lot.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know.” You sighed, glancing down for a moment. “Willie and Alex were helping me plan out how to tell you because I was terrified. I couldn’t lose you, Luke. You’re everything to me. What we have, whether it’s a friendship or not, it’s too important to give up.”

You couldn’t help the infectious smile that fell upon your lips as Luke’s split into a dopey grin as he said, “I really like you, too, Y/n.”

Luke pulled your body back to his as he dipped his head, capturing your lips in another loving kiss. You couldn’t believe that you were here, with your best friend, kissing him in your bedroom. If your mother caught you now, you would be dead meat.

The next morning, you woke up feeling more content than you’ve felt in a long time. Everything seemed so much brighter, happier. You assumed it was due to the fact that Luke reciprocated your feelings the night before and you were technically now a couple.

You remembered that you had to perform later today, and although you were nervous, you reminded yourself that this was something that wasn’t just for you anymore. Luke stayed for another hour afterward last night and you told him the original plan you and your friends came up with, and how even though things didn’t go as planned, you were still going to perform the song. Luke, naturally, asked what the song was, and you told him it was a surprise. The only hint you gave him was that you wrote it about him.

After getting ready and making sure you looked good for your performance later, you grabbed your guitar, left the house and went to school, getting there earlier than normal. It was odd to see your school so empty, but that was a perk of getting there so early in the morning. You were so bored without your friends that you reorganised parts of your locker that were bothering you and played a game on your phone until Willie showed up.

“Ready for your performance?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You sighed, tucking the device in your pocket. “I mean, I don’t… perform for people. That’s something I do for myself and you guys. And what if Luke rejects me? What if I ruin everything?”

Now you were walking to Willie’s locker with him, playing out your nerves as fear of rejection and not just stage fright, even though you knew you didn’t have to worry about Luke rejecting you.

“You’ll be fine, Y/n. Luke definitely likes you. Ask anyone who knows him, they’ll say the same.”

You nodded, the conversation ended as Willie pulled his books and papers from his locker and slammed it shut.

The majority of your first two periods were extremely boring, your teachers seemingly droning on and on, and it felt like the classes would never end. Thankfully, the third period was cancelled in favour of the rally, so you were saved from the emotionless, flat tone of your biology teacher trying to explain how traits get passed down through the generations. Sometimes you didn’t like being an AP student.

Now, you stood behind the stage as the principal finished up her speech. Luke’s band went on about 10 minutes ago and now sat in the crowd with the rest of the students, and your performance was the last one of the rally. Dirty Candy had opened, hyping everyone up, and then Julie and The Phantoms performed during the intermission to keep the spirits up, and you were finishing the show, with a sadder song that you hoped was good enough.

It didn’t matter anymore, though, as the principal was walking your way and passing the mic over to you. You let go of your guitar strap - which you had been twisting in your hands nervously - and grabbed it. The tech guy nodded to you, telling you he knew when to come in with the background instruments, and you went onto the stage.

Immediately, your friends started cheering in encouragement, and you couldn’t help but smile. Once you reached the middle of the stage, you put the microphone back in it’s stand and situated your guitar to be ready to play.

Taking a deep breath, you searched the crowd for Luke’s eyes. Once you found them, your heart fluttered and a smile grew on your face and you began to play.

“Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow

Luke couldn’t take his eyes off you, even if he wanted to. When you started to sing, a warm, yellow spotlight shone down on you, making you look heavenly as it highlighted everything perfect he saw in you. The twinkle in your eyes when you played, the crookedness of your smile, all of it.

“I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called "Yellow"

You focused all your attention on Luke, who seemed awestruck at your performance. Your heart fluttered when he smiled at you, keeping your spirits up and pushing you to continue.

“So, then, I took my turn What a thing to've done And it was all yellow

The atmosphere in the room was changing. This was the first time you had ever played in front of anyone that wasn’t a family member or a close friend, and the more you played, the easier it became. You didn’t know if it was because Luke was in the crowd, tearing up along with your friends, or if it was because this was one of the things you were good at. This was your gift, and it wasn’t just for Luke to see. It was something you wanted to share with everyone.

“Your skin Oh, yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know You know I love you so You know I love you so

As you got further into the song, you could feel the emotions building up in your chest. Happiness, love, adoration, content. You were full of emotions that were begging to be let out, to be fully realised by everyone in the room. So you began to play a little harder, sing a little louder, be a little more… you.

“I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow

You knew what Luke was talking about now. Being on stage, sharing your talents with everyone, connecting with them on a level not many people could experience; it was invigorating. You felt the energy boost you, the pride for being able to go through with this pulsing in your veins as you sang, and it was magical.

“I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow

The majority of the song, you had remained eye contact with Luke, him being your focal point. But now, you were losing yourself in the music, the energy. You closed your eyes and let the music flow through you, encouraging you to play and sing.

“And your skin Oh, yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know For you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry

Even you could hear the love in your own voice as you sang. All you heard was love and devotion, putting your emotions into the music. It relaxed you, calmed you. It was a way to cope with the endless amounts of love that you seemed to have for your best friend; a love you didn’t even know you had until last week.

“It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine

As the song came to an end, you opened your eyes again. The whole crowd seemed speechless and dumbfounded, and if you weren’t so into your performance, you would’ve laughed at the looks on their faces. Once more, your eyes found Luke’s as you sang the last verse.

“Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do”

For just a moment, everything was quiet. The silence rang in your ears as you anticipated the reaction from the crowd. And then, everyone was on their feet to applaud you, and you didn’t think you had ever been so surprised. You laughed and waved to your peers, walking off the stage.

As soon as you put your guitar down, resting it against the tech guy’s table (which was now empty, for some reason), thundering footsteps were heard coming from the backstage entrance. Luke was the first through the door, running up to you and pulling you into his arms. Your feet lifted from the ground as he spun you around once before putting you back down. He kept you at arms length, looking proudly into your eyes. “N/n, that was amazing! When did you write that?”

Sheepishly, you admitted, “After you helped me get over my first ex.”

All Luke could do was smile as he pulled you close again, pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss. For a moment, you forgot that the rest of your friends weren’t with you as you kissed him back, humming in content before pulling away.

“Yes! See, Willie, I knew our plan would work!” Alex cheered, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Pursing your lips, you looked over your boyfriend’s shoulder and said, “Actually, Alex, it didn’t.”

You almost laughed at the look on your friend’s face. “Wh- but- you two just kissed! How did it not work?!”

“Well, Alex,” Luke piped up, turning around to face the blonde with a smile and wrapping his left arm around your waist. “See, I went to visit Y/n last night to ask why she was ignoring me, and one thing led to another and…”

“I told him I liked him.”

“And, of course, I told her the same, because who wouldn’t like someone like Y/n?”

“And now we’re here.”

They all looked at each other in shock and confusion, and all you could do was laugh. No one spoke for a few minutes until Flynn said, “I’m really happy for you two, really, because now I don’t have to deal with your oblivious pining, but what the hell?”

“Yeah, seriously, your guys’ relationship went from 0 to 100 so fast I think it gave me whiplash.” Julie commented.

“At least we don’t have to listen to Luke talking about how much he misses Y/n anymore, this past week was terrible.” Reggie shrugged.

“You’re right, Reg. Now we have to listen to the both of them be idiots in love together.” Flynn groaned, causing you and Luke to laugh.

“Mission failed successfully?” Willie shrugged. The group agreed and Willie suggested that we leave to go get lunch.

As you walked down the hallways and out of the school to go to the diner down the road, laughing with your friends and your boyfriend’s arm around you, you couldn’t help but silently thank the stupid app that got you here. Without it, you didn’t know where you would be.

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[omar-rudeberg]

Wilhelm consumed all the drugs on his person that same night, and that's what caused him to be frolicking on a football field, disco dancing with metal men and sadly sobbing over Simon. You can't change my mind (& I reached tag limit telling you why)

So…what happened to the drugs Wilhelm snuck into his coat at the Society drinks? 👀 Did Simon see them when undressing Wilhelm and putting him to bed and just ignore it? Or did Wilhelm throw them out? Or is he just saving them for a rainy day?

[bigbrainblue]

19th birthday

It was late.

you don’t know how late, but late enough that you hadn’t heard a car pass in well over 20 minutes, the only light around was from the distance street lamps and the reflection of the moon on the ocean that stood before you. the only sound coming from the crickets in the hills, occasional wave crashing, and your own shallow breath. 

currently you were sat on a beach. alone.

it was your birthday, you had come to the beach from your birthday party. a party to celebrate the day you were born 19 years ago. 

the party was fine, but there sure as hell were a lot of people, way more than you would have liked

you knew people there, sure, but a good portion of the party was people you've never even heard of, just coming for a party and the booze. 

you had arrived with your friends, a lot of them actually, you had just managed to lose them all one by one slowly as the night grew longer and as your vison started to blur.

the people you came with were your friends, Niki, will, toby, tom, clay, George, nick, and Alex. 

you were having fun, drinking, walking around, socializing. but soon it became too much.

the drinking had made you obsess over every thought that came into your head.

you decided to take a break, have some fresh air, and now here you are. on a beach. alone. at night.

one of the thoughts your brain wouldn’t let go was about Alex, the boy you’ve known since junior year of Highschool. you two met when you decided to do a foreign exchange year in Mexico. it just so happened to be that the parents that decided to host you for a school year also were the parents of a teenage boy the same age as you, with straight black hair that stuck to the back of his neck and with freckles scattered around his face. over the next 9 months you guys became best friends, never leaving each others sides.

you didn't know it then, but you had fallen in love with this boy, this amazing beautiful smart caring boy. 

but eventually you had to go home, but you guys never stopped talking.

Alex eventually started posting videos on YouTube, and not long after, streaming on twitch as well.

you watched him gain fame as you supported him at the sidelines, cheering him along the way.

at some point he convinced you to do it too. you spent long nights on calls with him, helping you set up your streams and giving you ideas for new YouTube videos. 

with the help of Alex, you started to gain fame too, even passing him at one point.

through streaming and YouTube, you made so many friends, and yet none of them compared to Alex. 

speaking of Alex, you wondered what he was doing, probably having the time of his life, drinking an hooking up with girls a bajillion times hotter than you

*A/N HI OK IM SORRY IF THAT PART SOUNDED MEAN I PROMISE IT ADDS TO THE STORY OK BYE*

you laughed quietly at yourself thinking about how stupid it was to think that you could pull a guy like Alex.

just then you heard it.

a familiar voice from behind you, “what’s so funny?”

you looked back startled and confused

‘Alex? what are you doing out here?”

“well y/n I could ask the same thing to you, its your party, i noticed you were gone, so I went looking for you. as simple as that”

“i got overwhelmed in there, I'm sorry. i just needed some fresh air”

“ its ok, don't apologize for something you cant control. can I sit?”

“nope” you said sarcastically, hoping he would get the joke

“too bad!” he said, plopping himself right next to you in the sand

you giggled at his humor

neither of you said anything, it wasn't awkward silence, you two had known each other long enough that sometimes, it was nice to just enjoy the company of the other person beside you in silence. 

and yet, suddenly Alex said something.

“have you been crying? there's dried tear streaks along the sides of your face”

you turned your head towards his and whipped the sides of you face, seeing that he was already looking at you, studying you and your facial expression. 

“i guess. if I did, I didn't notice.”

“how did you not notice yourself crying? that sounds like something very noticeable” he said, putting an emphasis on the very,

you laughed, probably harder than you should have.

he smiled, happy to see you happy

“do you wanna talk about it? why you were crying?”

“no, well, not here at least-” you said gesturing your hands at the ocean 

“plus, there's sand getting in my ass” you added on to your previous sentence

Alex laughed and agreed, standing up and brushing off hi pants, and then handing out a hand for you to grab as he pulled you up.

you also brushed yourself off, and you weren't lying, cause man was there a lot of sand in your ass.

he started walking away from you and as you caught up with him you asked,

“where are we going?”

“you’ll see, its a great place, I promise you will love it” 

you followed Alex to his car as he opened the passenger side door for you.

“how romantic” you commented as you climbed into his car. poking fun at him

as he got into the car he plugged his phone into the aux cord, playing a song you had heard a couple times, but would have never expected for Alex to listen to it, it just didn't seem like the type of music he would like.

he set his phone down face up as the screen flashed up at you as he put the car into gear and pulled out into the street

you saw the title of the song he was playing, “Falling For U” by Peachy ft Mxmtoon, and his wallpaper, a photo of you two from junior year. both standing next to each other awkwardly as his mom made you guys take a photo together on the first day you got there. you wondered how long it had been his wallpaper for. 

you laughed and asked him about his wallpaper

“i mean you gotta admit, we look extremely sexy in that photo. especially me”

this comment from Alex made you break out laughing, even harder than before, as he started to hum along with the lyrics of the song. joined with him actually saying a line out loud every once in a while

it was a peaceful drive, Alex played more lofi songs as you stared out the widow.

eventually he pulled the car into an empty parking lot of a small gas station 

“is this the place?” you questioned 

“nope, just a pit stop.” he said

you both went inside, grabbing snacks and drinks and piling them into the back of the car. Alex making you wait to open them until you two got to your final destination

 eventually, the car rolled into a another small empty parking lot, except this one was made of dirt and was a lot higher up.

Alex had pulled the car to the edge of the parking lot, as you finally got to see why he brought you here,

you looked through the windshield to find a view of the entire city. 

you gasped in awe as you looked towards Alex, who, again, was already looking at you.

this time he wasn't studying you, he was admiring you.

you blushed, but pushed it off.

you and him both got out of the car so you guys could grab the snacks and the blankets he had in the back of his car.

he hopped onto the hood of his car and you joined him.

-

you starred into the sky full of stars above you. 

you gasped as you pointed out a shooting star passing over head 

“what did you wish for, Alex?”

“i cant tell you or else it wont come true”

“well then couldn't you wish the opposite of what you want to come true and then tell someone so the opposite comes true?”

“you're so stupid-” he said jokingly as he laughed.

“so, do you want to talk about why you were crying earlier, or is this still not the right spot” Alex chuckled at his own joke

“yes but, I have a question first”

Alex hummed in response, curious of what the question could be

“do you believe in love at first sight?”

you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn't divert your eyes from the stars above.

“do you remember the first time that we met? at the airport when my mom forced us to hug and take that god awful photo together, and when we ended up playing tictactoe in the car for an hour while we drove to my house?”

“yes? of course i do, that was simultaneously the worst and best day of my life. but that doesn't answer my question dumbass” you said, still not giving into his gaze onto side of your head.

“I think I just did, did I not?” 

it finally clicked, him looking for you at the party, the song in the car, the story

you turned your head to meet his gaze, finally giving in

he sat up and dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to have been stabbed in the heart, enacting a theatrical performance

“y/n m/n l/m, i am dying, and you must know, that I am in LOVE with you!” he dramatically gasped and fall back down., pretending to be dead. 

you played along as you gasped and put the pack of your hand on your forehead as you spoke

“oh my dear Alex, I love you too, and now you will never get to know how much i loved you” you faked sobbed onto his chest

“maybe a true loves kiss will help save him” he whispered, making the scene even funnier and causing both of you to bust out laughing

“ah yes, the only way to save my prince, a true loves KISS!” you said before coming down and kissing Alex on the lips. 

he sat up with a loud gasp

“I am alive! a kiss of true love saved me!” you giggled beside him as you watched him play out his Oscar-winning performance

“may I kiss you again m’lady? for saving my life of course.” he questioned

“of course, you can kiss me anytime m’lady” you said back, pulling him into a deeper kiss

he pulled way first before speaking

“WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL ME M’LADY?

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

“Let me bandage you up,” Tía or Ray and Reggie, just to be different. 😁

hi i loved this so much omg. huge thanks to Ángela @angela-feelstoomuch for the spanish help as well, any remaining mistakes are totally my own fault haha. warning for some swearing and mentions of bl00d/minor injury.

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Honestly, being an honorary Molina is pretty great most of the time. Reggie loves having a little brother, would have done anything to convince his parents to have another kid when he was younger (and alive), though he knew they never would, since one kid was already such a pain in the ass. So Carlos is amazing.

And obviously Julie is his favourite girl ever, and his favourite still-alive person in the world, and she sings like an angel and thinks his country songs are cool and he would do anything for her and et cetera. It’s nice to see Luke and Alex settle in, get more relaxed - Luke doesn’t shy away from Julie every time Ray enters a room, and Alex doesn’t make excuses to miss dinner so that he doesn’t have to say grace, because he’s realised Ray doesn’t make him say grace.

“Niños!” Ray is calling from the kitchen, oven mitts on his hands, grin on his face, “Help setting the table?”

Even from here, dinner smells amazing. “Coming!” Reggie calls, manages not to say ‘dad’ at the end but it’s close, as he and Carlos bounce up off the couch and run to the kitchen.

Ray is the best. Reggie’s own dad was - look, it’s not that he was awful, it’s not that Reggie hates him, it’s just - he saw these dads, in movies, and on TV, and in other peoples homes, and he wanted one even more than he wanted a puppy, or a little brother, and Ray is that dad. He’s understanding, and encouraging, and funny, and a great cook, and he never raises his voice even when he should be mad about something. Reggie feels so lucky that Julie and Carlos let Reggie share their dad, even unofficially.

“Carlos!” Tía snaps, as he runs past her and ducks under her elbow, narrowly avoiding the tray in her hands, “Cuidado! La bandeja está caliente!”

It’s Tía Victoria who kinda scares Reggie.

It’s not that she’s not nice. Tía is nice. She brings over food and drives Carlos to ball games and pesters Ray about dentists’ appointments he almost forgets to go to. It’s just that she’s a little more like the other adults Reggie knew. She barks her words, sometimes, and she doesn’t get Julie’s music thing quite like Ray does, even if she’s supportive for the most part. And she doesn’t always believe Carlos about things, which Reggie understands more now that he’s been conned by Carlos about several random things (for example, Eggos are not in the house-sized waffle business in 2020 as Carlos told him, and they did not manage to breed dragons into existence with new DNA cloning technology) but still. It makes him nervous.

“Sorry, Tía!” Carlos chirps as he slides on his socks into a crouched position in front of the cupboard where they keep all the plates and bowls. Since Carlos has them handled, Reggie goes for glasses instead, reaching overhead for the cupboard on the opposite side of the room.

“Carlos!” sighs Tía again, more irritated than before, and Reggie feels his shoulders tense even though he wills them not to. “Let me help carry some of those, you’ll drop them, sobrino.”

“Fine,” Carlos huffs, and there’s the clink of plates as he passes half his pile off to her and they head for the dining table.

Reggie counts in his head as he stacks the glasses in the crook of his arm. There’s him and the boys, so four - wait, no, three - plus Julie, so four - then Ray and Carlos and Tía so five six seven -

He’s too caught up counting, is the problem, and doesn’t focus enough on how he has the glasses balanced. It probably would have been fine, except there’s a loud thud! Which Reggie registers a moment too late as being Luke, jumping from the top of the stairs to the bottom, enjoying his alive body. The sound scares Reggie about a foot in the air, and he fumbles the stack of glasses, and almost manages to save it.

The glass from the very top of the pile smashes on the floor, a harsh shatter that makes every head in the room turn in his direction. Reggie feels the panic surge up in him like a forgotten pot on the stove suddenly bubbling over. With trembling hands, he puts the rest of the glasses on the counter and scrambles down to the floor, tries to gather the glass shards together into a pile from where they’ve scattered, desperate to tidy the mess, to give some sense of responsibility, instead of just standing there like a stupid kid. “I’m sorry,” he starts, and his voice shakes more than he’d like, almost more than his hands had, “I’m sorry, I can clean it-”

“Reggie!” interrupts Tía, and her voice seems sharper than the glass.

“Victoria-” Ray begins, but Tía doesn’t let him finish, either. She’s already practically at Reggie’s side, crouching down next to him on the floor.

Her closeness makes Reggie’s hairs stand on end, and he’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not for her to gently lay her fingertips on his wrist and say, in a much softer tone, “Mijo, you’re bleeding.”

“Oh.” Reggie blinks. Looks at his arm, next to where her perfectly manicured nails have landed. She’s right, he sees. There’s a few little gashes, nothing huge, trickling blood in tiny streams down his forearm. In a few more moments, the blood would have reached his hand, and he would have noticed, probably. Except when he turns his palms up to look at them, he realises they’re cut up, too. Probably from grabbing glass shards with no protection.

His lip wobbles before he can stop it. He can still feel everyone looking at him. Knows what they must be thinking.

Stupid fucking kid.

“What are you staring at?” Tía says, back to business as usual. He flinches at her voice, before he realises she’s not talking to him. She’s talking to the others. “Come on! Ray, grab the dustpan and some shoes, clean up this glass before anyone else gets hurt. Carlos, finish setting the table, and Luke, go fetch the others para la comida.” In his peripheral vision, Reggie sees everyone bounce back into action, like her words broke a spell on them, and it’s a relief to know they’re not all looking at him any more. Tía continues, as she tucks an arm around Reggie’s shoulders, “Reggie and I will be back.”

“We will?” Reggie asks automatically, as she helps him balance on his wobbly, baby-giraffe legs.

“En un minuto,” she tells him confidently. “But first, let me bandage you up.”

He’s not exactly going to argue with her. Honestly, any excuse to get out of the public space is appreciated when his eyes still feel so close to swimming with tears. Firm yet warm, she leads him to the bathroom and has him sit on the closed toilet lid while she pulls Ray’s first aid kid from the cabinet, pulling from it some disinfectant, bandages and a pair of tweezers.

“Just in case any glass is left,” she explains briskly, settling on the edge of the bathtub and turning his arm over, palm up, so she can see the scratches. She tuts softly. “Your poor hands!”

Reggie ducks his head, whispers, “I really am sorry.”

“¿Por qué?” she asks. “It was an accident, right?”

“Huh?”

She sits back again and looks him in the eyes for a moment. If it was Ray, or one of the boys, Reggie would shy away from the look, but she has the same skill Julie has, to pin you in place with her gaze, so Reggie assumes it’s from Rose’s side of the family. “I know you didn’t throw that glass on the ground on purpose. It was just an accident. These things happen.”

“You’re not angry?” The question slips out before Reggie can think about how silly it sounds, but instead of rolling her eyes, or her jaw clenching in annoyance, Tía’s expression softens somehow.

“No, mijo. Not at all. Estaba un poco preocupada, maybe, but that’s only because I care about you.”

Reggie doesn’t know what to say to that. Bites his lip as she gently applies disinfectant along the wounds, once she’s declared them sufficiently glass-free, and wills himself not to cry as she wraps the bandages around his arm and a little around the palm of his hand. At least if he cries she’ll just think it’s because of the sting, and not because he braced himself so hard to be yelled at and called names and then it never came.

Not because he keeps remembering that he feels like glass himself. Always a moment away from falling onto the ground and shattering, so teeter-y that the kindness of adults he barely knows can almost knock him over the edge.

“Terminado!” she declares, tying off the last of the bandage, and gives him a big smile. It looks genuine enough. Not like she’s bottling anything up to let out at him later. Not like she’s fronting, or lying, not that Reggie’s ever been particularly good at telling the difference with anyone. She must see the puzzlement in his face, because she adds, “Just an accident.”

It really seems that simple. Like everything’s just fixed and okay. Like she doesn’t think Reggie is stupid. The feeling is sort of overwhelming; Reggie’s stomach feels all warm, and - empty, actually. It grumbles loudly in that moment, and Tía laughs, and Reggie laughs with her.

“Vamos a como?” he tries, because he’s been listening, and trying to pick things up.

“Vamos a comer,” she corrects him, but he can’t mistake her tone this time for anything other than delighted, her expression for anything other than fond and relieved as she helps him up. They go back down the stairs, her loosely holding his hand the whole way, not enough to hurt his wounds, but enough to remind him she’s there.

She presents him to the table with a goofy little ta-da! gesture, much to the joy of those already at the table. “Our Reggie, back in one piece!” she says. Laughter and relief radiates from all the others, and Tía grins, pleased, puts her hands on her waist. In that moment, despite all his preconceptions, she reminds him more of Julie than anyone else.

Maybe she isn’t so scary after all.

[cazimagines]

Well, first of all happy 900 followers ✨✨✨✨

All amazingly deserved with your impeccable writing ❤️

That said, I really need a smut with 21. for break up sex with Ernst Schmidt or Alex Kerner

Thank you so much, V!

Hmm how about both 😌 I'll write Ernst here and then post Alex afterwards

A loud crash echoed across the room and you flinched back, fearing just how many of the other crew members would have heard it. If they ever did, none of them ever came down to check on the two of you.

Ernst stood beside one of the walls, his hand clenched in a fist, shaking slightly as he glared at the dented wall before him. His stance was threatening, stiff as his jaw was clenched tightly, trying to hold in the rage that swarmed him.

"Ernst.." you murmured, holding out your hands and slowly approaching him, but the way his eyes suddenly snapped to yours, the fire ignited within them, made you freeze in your tracks.

"I thought you loved me" he claimed in a broken whisper, his glasses slowly slipping off his nose as new tears started to form within them.

"I thought we were perfect"

"I do Ernst, I do" you start to say but before you finished your sentence he shouted over you again.

"Then why are you breaking up with me!"

His lip quivered, his eyes piercing into you before he charged forward, grasping your face in his hands. They were enough to bruise, and as he saw the tears start to swell in your eyes, shock and horror suddenly flowed through him, realising he was hurting you.

He let go of you, lightly pushing you away as he charged over to the other side of the room. He grasped a table, trying to steady himself and his emotions. His knuckles turned white from how hard he was holding onto it and his head dipped, his shoulders straining to hold him up.

"Go!" he shouted out to you, "Please, just go"

"I'm not going to leave you," you tell him, starting to take a few more steps towards him again.

"If you stay, I can't hold back y/n. I love you and I need you. Scheiße. I don't want to watch you go, so please, leave me alone"

But you didn't make any move to the door.

"Gehen" he shouted again, his head whipping around to you, tears now approaching in his eyes.

"I want you"

You don't know what compelled you to say it. You were supposed to be leaving him behind, to not do this anymore with him, for though you loved him dearly, you couldn't cope with the way his anger got the better of him.

But now, seeing him struggle to hold it all in, seeing how he was trying to let you out before he lost his cool, it made your core light up with desire and you knew you needed him, needed him one last time.

At your words his eyes grew dark, his pupils expanding rapidly as his anger got swarmed with lust, the two emotions clashing together.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, still trying to let you leave but you nodded your head, "Yes"

His was upon you in an instant, his lips crashing into yours, his glasses pushed into your skin. His hands groped every part of you, ranging from your chest to your ass. He needed to feel every part of you within his hands.

His glasses steamed up from your hot breath till he couldn't see and so swearing, he grasped them and chucked them to the floor, not caring if they broke.

He grasped your shoulders with his hand, pulling your body with such force all you could do was follow his movements. He pushed you forward so that your back was pressed against his chest, and he pushed you onto the table he had been previously grasping.

You groaned as he shoved you down upon it so that your front was pressed down upon the table and your rear hung over the edge. His fingers pressed back onto your ass, squeezing it roughly.

"You might want to find something to hold onto" he growled as his hands trailed back to his own suit, roughly grasping the zipper and pushing it down to pull himself out.

You barely had time to grasp the top of the table as his hands grasped ahold of you again. He didn't even bother rolling you over to get to your zipper, instead grasping the thin material and ripping it open.

You shivered at the cold air that covered your exposed ass but you hardly had a moment to acknowledge it as Ernst pushed into you in one quick stroke. You cried out at the feeling, with no preparation though you hardly needed it from how wet you were already. The feeling though as he shoved into you quickly, your channel being pushed into and filled to the brim, till where you swear you could feel the tip of him brushing against your cervix.

He quickly pulled out of you again, till only the tip was left in you, then shoved himself back in making you moan loudly. His hand grasped the back of your neck, pulling your face up so you couldn't hide it in the table, His other hand pressed down on the dip of your back so you couldn't move your body, instead just lying there and taking it.

His thrusts were quick and rough like an animal just chasing their satisfaction. He grinned at the way your legs quivered, the way you whimpered at the pounding sensation, how the edge of the table dug into your hips every time as he thrust.

Soon he started rambling, some in German, some in English but you knew all of what he said was roughly the same.

"You won't be able to stay away from me after I've finished with you'll. You'll regret wanting to break up with me, needing to feel me again, pounding into you. No man could ever satisfy you the way that I could"

And you were crying out 'yes' agreeing with him as your orgasm was pulled from you. Your whole body wriggled as it hit you, the burning sensation in your core staggering and tears falling from his eyes as he fucked you through it, not slowing down for a moment. Instead, he laughed at your plight.

"Look at you, already coming on my cock. We've hardly even started. I gave you the opportunity to leave while you had the chance, but you were a whore demanding me, and so now I'm going to treat you like the whore you are. Once I'm done with you, your hole will never be the same, it will be fitted to me and me only"

He continued to thrust into you for what felt like hours to you, he pulled more and more orgasms out of you till you lost count, now just becoming a whimpering mess under him. Your ass felt bruised from his hips constantly slapping into you, your channel was sore from the feeling of his cock constantly rubbing up against it till finally, his fasts grew faster for the last minute. Making you whimper as he tossed his head back, groaning as he thrust himself as far as he could inside of you.

His seed splattered your sore channel, soothing it and making you sigh in satisfaction. He stilled inside of you, not pulling out but instead leaning onto you, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

He gave you a gentle kiss and that's when you felt one teardrop fall from him and land on your shoulder.

"Please, don't leave me"

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